「 Hell On Wheels! 」Alastor x Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter XXIV

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He couldn't help it, he laughed.

He laughed until his stomach started aching. He laughed until tears escaped his eyes. He laughed until his lungs burned for oxygen.

And man, was Charlie confused. She looked at him in complete confusion, her former seriousness going down the drain. Why was he laughing? This is no laughing matter, after all this is the first time this sort of thing happened.

  But it's Angel.

  She winced at the thought. She never wanted to judge others, because that would be total hypocrisy on her part. And because of that, then this whole project would be considered hypothetical because the owner was.

  But at the moment, she wanted to know just what was going on in Angel's mind. Why was he laughing? Amusement? Confusion? Or maybe he already knew?

  "Oh, babe," he chuckled, "you have a great sense of humor!" Angel wiped a tear away, a grin playing on his lips as he regarded the dumbstruck female.

  Then it hit her. He wasn't taking what she said seriously. He thought she was joking. The last thing she wanted to do.

  "Okay, so maybe I could have built that up better," she admitted meekly.

  There was silence floating between them as she (hoped) Angel Dust realized the implications of her words. And she got what she wanted when Angel Dust stared at her unblinkingly.

  "Wait, you were serious?" He gaped, jaw dropping a little. She couldn't deny the pinch of satisfaction she received when she saw his face.

  She nodded solemnly. Charlie knew how far fetched it sounded, how outlandish it truly was. Her words were cryptic, she knew, but they were enough to get the point across. Angel knew what she was trying to say it seems as she reads his facial expression that was slowly changing with every ounce of realization.

  (Y/N) has died multiple times. And each of those times, she has been to Hell.

  "Okay, okay, so what you're trying to tell me is," he spoke with furrowed eyebrows, "that the newbie in a coma is a reincarnation chick?"

  She blinked. She never really thought of it that way.

  "And that her sorry ass has been to this hellhole of a place?" He scoffed, most likely at the ridiculousness of the entire fiasco. "No wait, why am I listening to this bull? Shouldn't your pissy bitch of a girlfriend be listening, not me?"

  Charlie visibly winced at the harsh curse words, especially the ones targeting Vaggie. She said her fair share of cusses, but hearing it consecutively is certainly not pleasant. "Angel, please, calm down—"

  "Calm? That's exactly what I am! But in truth, I shouldn't be the dude that gets to hear this sorta crap, you get me?" He huffed.

  "Angel-" She began again but he didn't seem to get it.

  "Charlie. This is comin' from that Alastor dick right? Strawberry pimp? The one who declined my offer of services? Yeah, can you really trust him?" He sighed, running a hand through his white locks.

  "Vaggie told me and (Y/N) some scary, shit-for-brains story 'bout vacuum throat. While I don't wanna use that, if it's true, maybe the dickhead's just manipulating you. It ain't rainbows and heaven 'ere if you don't realize it alread-"