RadioApple X Reader: Imperfect

9. Contradiction

*** Alastor's POV ***

"Al! Perfect! Here hold this!" I opened the door to come out of my room and immediately got something shoved into my arms. Y/n had ran up to me and handed me Fat Nuggets not really giving me time to react before pushing the animal into my chest.

Hastily I poofed away my cane to hold the little pink demon pig. "How kind of you! I was just trying to figure out what to cook for tonights dinner!"

"Oh ha-ha." She mocked taking something out of bag that looked like red pink and white fabric, "You are not cooking Fat Nuggets! I just need you to hold him so I can put this bacon costume on him."

"Why dress him up as bacon, when I can just make him bacon?" I kept holding the pig as she unfolded the costume and started pulling it over the pigs head, which was surprisingly quite content in my arms.

"Because one of those is funny." She gave me a slightly accusing look but she was still smiling underneath it as she worked on the piglet. With an amused chuckle I held the thing out for her so she could finish putting the costume on its hind legs. "There! Thank you, you are a big help."

"Do tell, what exactly are you planning to do with this... bacon-pig?" I asked bringing my cane back as she took the pig from me, which gave us a happy oink. Now its head was peeking through a hole in an oversized fabric bacon piece.

"I was thinking of letting him loose in the kitchen and telling Angel his door is open and Alastor said something about making bacon and eggs for breakfast tomorrow."

"So you intend to implicate me in this?" My eyes narrowed.

"Yup!" She chirped, looking smug.

"Why?" I said slowly.

"Revenge!"

"Fooooooor?"

"For tricking me into thinking I poured you the wrong drink so I took a gulp of a neat whiskey!?" Her voice was a little shrill in mock anger but the giggles still shined through like dapples of sun-rays. I snickered at the memory. We've been exchanging these little pranks for days now, and for once in a hundred years my smile actually hurt because it wasn't just there for show.

"Funny, I thought it was hilarious!"

"It was gross! I don't know how you drink that stuff!" She made slight disgusted face.

"In my defense," I protested, leaning over to put my face level with hers, "You started it by actually pouring me the wrong drink and replacing my whiskey with some sickly sweet apple thing."

"Touche." She agreed and we stood there in silence for a minute before neither of us could hold a straight face and we burst out laughing.

"I can help you sell it, if you wish." I offered, "Tell them I found fresh bacon to use for tomorrow's breakfast after you tell Angel Dust his door is open."

"Oooohhh! Yes please!" She jumped excitedly and started making her way down from our floor leaving me to follow.

The curiosity was satisfied as of our excursion to Cannibal Town. I figured out why Y/n caught my attention so much.

That snap, that break that happens when you've been pushed too far - she understood it all too well. I didn't scare her because she saw herself in my eyes, in the same way I saw myself in her smile. But she wasn't me, she died before she could become like me. She was good. A lovely, soul that was freed by being dropped in the worst place of all creation. A kind heart that has killed and hasn't regretted it for a moment. A beautiful contradiction.

I had thought that this knowledge would quiet the riot my organs create whenever I saw her. Free me of this compulsive need to have her in my day. But I was completely mistaken. Instead I found my self adjusting my entire schedule just to cross paths with her. Then there were her devious antics that she got up to regularly. It was wildly entertaining to watch the hotel residents struggle with themselves between laughter, exasperation, and complete inability to be actually upset with any of it. It was a different kind of light hearted suffering.