𝗟𝗼𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 (𝗔𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝘅 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿)

Phantasmagoria

I had a draft, but It was suddenly deleted :')

I apologize for the wait.
I do not own the art or Hazbinhotel.

This is the last chapter of this book, thank you for sticking with me! I love my readers and their support, I may go through and edit my books in the near future as well.

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The night continued, you stayed in your dressing room hearing the faint sound of the band playing outside. You slowly took off everything and put on some casual formal wear.

Eventually, as you just finished touching up your makeup, you then decided to slip out from your dressing room with your belongings.

Your kitten heels clicked on the ground as you made your way out the back from the speakeasy.
Walking and looking around making sure there were no lingering peeps outside the back, but a couple making out roughly you kept walking back to your place. Although there were many walking around some being stabbed, some being shot. You minded your business and carefully avoided the consequences of interfering in these matters. As you were walking you couldn't help, but feel stared at. You knew it was inevitable if you were broadcasted and a performer at a speakeasy, but you felt followed as you carefully eyed the places around you, but behind you.... You needed a place to go.

If this stalker is following me I could either interact with them then kill them or completely loose them, but they would eventually find me..

You sighed.

You then saw a little boutique shop as you decided to walk in.

I don't need this stalker to know this is where I frequently go....

You pretended to look around fascinated.
You did see a few clothing items that did catch your eye. Then a man walked in you carefully lifted your eyes your dressy hat covering your eyes.

!!??  Where did they go?

Slight panic stirred in you, but you kept hastily moving through the racks.

"In a hurry my dear?" You quickly look to your right the tall slim figure gleaming down on your form said. His eyes red, his monocle resting on his side. 

That lingering smile. This has got to be him.

You were in surprise, but then you quickly felt your annoyance and anger replace the fact that he may have killed you. You don't remember much of your death, but you remember running away and Alastors voice, maybe his arms....

"Are you just going to stand there and ignore me?" Alastor spoke his hands behind his back.

You just decided to ignore him then.

You looked at the clothing some more, then walking away to another isle. Alastor happened to follow. You felt his presence and energy lingering behind you.

"What do you want Al?" You spoke continuously browsing through the shop.

"Why, can't an old pal greet an old ..friend?"he spoke.

You side eyed him.

"No. We are not 'pals' Alastor, much less am I happy to even see you!" You said feeling a little heated as you composed yourself as the register lady glanced at us.

You inhaled and exhaled.

Alastors eyes seemed to lower as he looked at you . He seemed to be studying your every move. Of course he knew you were a little hasty about dying. It wasn't his fault you landed in this hell hole.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you my dear. It's nice to see you have somewhat of a name here. Defying making a living as the dead! Ha! Now that's entertainment." He spoke, his transatlantic voice was still as ever creepily charming.

Of course, you reminded yourself you were always just another hunt to him. Nothing else mattered anymore. You then turned towards him." I will not be toyed with again, Alastor" having said that, you began walking away out the shop doors. Alastors gaze seemed to burn into your back the whole time.

Maybe one day in another life, we were going swell. I hate to have been backstabbed and used as just a another tool for these evil fools. Maybe I am the fool, but never will I be the same way I was. Just like torn fabric, damage is done, but it can be patched right up with some sew. Repairing myself from the misuse of others is not easy. With these changes in my appearance, I've become someone I've made myself into from my own sinful experiences before death.

HONK   HONK!

You were then snapped out of  your own inner monologue,  a car inching right in-front of you.

Of course.. others actions and choices are not mine. I am not the one to blame for their actions, but for mine alone.

Crash!

You opened your eyes as you looked around. The car did not hit you!

You then felt a hand on your shoulder as you wide eyed mouth open ajar in surprise. It was Alastor. His aura read protective and dark aside from his crimson appearance.

"Much to foul of me to allow you to run off with regret of our past." He said.

"Come along now darling, let's talk." He said you didn't argue or push him away. You automatically moved with him as others in shock and fear hid.

Maybe there is such a thing as second chances.....

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