Alastor's Child
I'm back with another platonic yandere Alastor cus I'm still obsessed 👍
Also tw: blood, slight gore (nothing in detail though), possessive behavior, yandere ish
You weren't Alastor's biological child, but that didn't change how much he loved you like his own
He raised you since you were a smol bean (around 4 or 5 ig)
Never once did he tell you about his murderous tendencies though, he'd seen you faint at the sight of your own blood, he knew you wouldn't be able to handle it
So he never told you
Now despite being raised by a psychopath, your childhood was pretty normal
You had one friend all throughout grade school, a young redhead by the name of Anne (southern Ik, don't bother me abt it)
You two were practically inseparable, y'all did everything together
Now when you reached high school, problems started to arise
A dickhead guy in your class was always fucking with you, bullying y'all two
And when alastor found out he was NOT happy
One day the kid just disappeared
You were concerned of course, not for his well-being
But more of the fact that someone had kidnapped a child
The dude was missing for a few weeks, and eventually the buzz over his disappearence died down to a mournful silence
One day you were home alone, with the music from the radio blasted while you were dancing around
Then suddenly your foot fell through a rotted floor board by the hall closet
Curious, you lifted the plank, and saw the beginnings of a trap door underneath
So you get a tool of some kind and remove the rest of the planks, until the door is exposed completely
(you didn't pay any mind to how surprisingly easy it was to remove them, or how they were already pretty loose)
You opened the door and climbed down the latter
You found a dirty hall way, with two doors opposite of each other on each wall
One was covered in blood, with the door frame chipped away... Like many hand had held on at one point for dear life
Feeling lightheaded, you elected not to go through that door first, only now realizing how suspicious this all was
You went to the door opposite of the bloody, damaged one
Inside you found a small yet comfortable bed with red comforters and pillows, with a few stuffed toys of your favorite animal
Across the room from the bed was a wardrobe and small window by the ceiling that only a rat could fit through
Though the little light provided by the window you could tell that the sun was setting
Your father would be home soon
Suddenly you felt a sudden, deep desire to get the hell outta there
As you quickly went back to the hall, you felt like you were being watched
You turned to go back up through the trap door, but stopped
You turned slowly to the bloody door, curiosity overtaking you as you walked forward slowly towards it
You opened the door to find a torture chamber, full of hanging human organs strewn across random hooks and what not dangling from the ceiling
Along the walls were shelves full of sharp, dangerous tools that you didn't even want to imagine were used for
In the back of the room you could just make out a small, cramped cell
And to your horror, something inside of it moaned in both pain and terror
You raised a hand to your mouth as you realized that inside, was your bully
All to quickly you connected the dots, and realized that YOUR father, Alastor, was the dreaded killer of New Orleans
You bit back a scream as you stumbled backwards into a broad, lean chest
You turned slowly, and saw the grinning face of your father staring back at you
Quickly, his hand flew up and gripped your shoulders tight, pulling you to him
You struggled for a moment before feeling a rag to your mouth a nose
Your eyes widened in panic as you breathed in the chemical smell, and slumped in your father's arms
As you vision went dark, the last thing you saw was your father, smiling softly down at you
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When you woke, you were in the room you recognized as the one across from the torture chamber
What you hadn't noticed before, was a cushioned arm chair in the corner, opposite of the window
A figured was sitting in the chair, hidden by the shadows
However, a glint from the moonlight cascading into the room provided you with just a enough light to make out who it was
Sitting in the chair across from you, was your murderous father, Alastor
With a Cheshire grin implanted in his face
"I truly wish you didn't have to see all that, my dear, but I'm afraid that you can't leave me now. You're my fawn.."
Ok I finished
Also the friend I mentioned will have a part to play in a later fic, I didn't make her for nothing
