You Again ~ Alastor [Hazbin Hotel] (FINISHED)

~End~ Me Again ~End~

Prepare for a long one, WOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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I was so excited, I could taste it.
I felt the cold metal on the handle.
I heard the quiet humming of a familiar tune. I saw the dark room illuminated by faint red light. I smelled the familiar scent of...

I frowned.

Usually I have to be careful not to trip on wires when I'm here. But now I had to maneuver around a few fake flowers like the ones in my hair, empty glass bottles and dirty cups of coffee.

It's all my fault.

Has he even slept this week?
Did I return too soon?
Maybe he didn't grieve enough.
Maybe he isn't ready.
Maybe I'll make it worse-

Before I could back away, his eyes were already on me. He stop humming.

"A-Alastor,"
I let out, feeling all sorts of emotions.
Guilt, the most.

He stared, not reacting much.
He was a complete mess, sitting wearing with his undershirt and a flower in hand.
His expression was tired, every feature of his body seemed exhausted.
Saddened.
Empty.

A slight genuine smile crept onto his face.
A nostalgic, almost.

"It's me again,"
I said with a shaking breath, almost whispering.
"I missed you..."

"I am missing you too, my love..."
He mumbled.
"You said I'll move on. I can't."

Tears in my eyes, I reached to cup his face. He was too tired to acknowledge if the contact is real or not.
He chuckled bitterly.
"I think I completely lost it."

He leaned his face into my hand.
"This isn't fair. You feel so real..."

"I- I AM real, Al..."

"I'd like for it to be, my dearest..."
There was so much sadness in his eyes.
"I want to believe that you are not completely gone. That you are up in heaven. Where you were supposed to be, if not for me."

How can I convince a tired, grieving man that I am real? He talks as if he is hallucinating about me.

This was when I finally burst out crying.

Alastor's expression mixed with worry and surprise. He wasn't expecting this at all from what he thought was a vision.

Still, he pulled me into an embrace to comfort me, placing a kiss on top of my head, between all the flowers he made.
I couldn't relax in his arms. They were shaking.

I thought this is all I wanted.
But now what I want more than anything is for him to see me.

"T-This is torture,"
His voice broke.
Al never cries.

"Finally, I am being punished for my sins, but t-this? This is too much..."
He hugged me even closer.
"Just as I was trying to be better for them... for you..."

I couldn't stand causing him this much pain. I was upset almost as much as he was.

"Let me tell you something,"
My voice wasn't steady, but I had to give an explanation.

"A-Anything,"
He said with so much love in his voice.
"I would give anything just to hear from you again."

I took a deep breath.
"I was in heaven. But it was so dull.
I couldn't accept it as my new home.
I realised that it wasn't hell or the hotel, but YOU are where I feel home."

Out of habit, he reached to fix a loose hair off my face.

"I somehow managed to wake up here, in a coffin, in a grave you dug in cannibal town. Rosie helped me sneak out here.
She told me you were grieving, but... this is so much worse than I thought.
I am sorry for causing you all of this..."
The tears fell once more as I begged.
"Please, Al. It's me, Y/n. I am really here again, I returned for you."