Alastor x Female Reader [COMPLETED]

          That night, you got into a hot pink dress with a lighter pink bow around your waist. You then looked in the mirror and realized you were very different. You had hot pink hair with black bottoms, and tufts of hair that looked like ears. You had dark pink irises and a light pink sclera. You also realized you had an extremely sknny waist and you never stopped smiling.

      You went into the lobby because Charlie announced that everybody had to be there for the Happy Hotel's advertisement on the news. You learned about Vaggie too while you all were in the limo, getting driven to the 666 News tower/station. Once you got there, everybody was hella afraid of you. They whispered about some 'Radio Demon' and how you were a look alike compared to him. Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench finally went on air, you and Angel watched from the right of the cameraman while Vaggie gave Charlie a prep talk and shit, then stood on the left of the camera man.

        Charlie started to advertise it and then... she started singing. You all facepalmed, she made you all look like fools. But you had to be honest, it was pretty catchy, other than how everyone started laughing and Vaggie punched the cameraman. Then things got worse... Charlie got into a fist fight with Katie Killjoy. Charlie tried to prove how she already had Angel Dust supporting her cause, but he was filmed fighting Sir Pentious with Cherry Bomb live.

      You realized he must have left when you weren't looking. "Shit..." You muttered, still smiling though, just not as bright. Everybody started fighting and you all got kicked out of the news station. You picked up Angel Dust on the way home, and you sat in front of Angel Dust as he played with the window. Vaggie and Charlie were at the other end, Charlie depressed and Vaggie shot dirty looks at Angel.

      Angel soon caught on to Vaggie and stopped. "What?" He asked after a few seconds. "What?! WHAT?! YOUR FUCKING STUNT MADE US LOOK LIKE A FUCKING JOKE!" Vaggie yelled. Angel changed position. "No no, babe. Jokes are funny," He went on, "I made you look... sad. And pathetic. Like a orphan. With no arms. Or legs. Oh, with progeria!" He exclaimed.

       "Great. Now I'm bummed thinking about it. ...Does this thing have any liquor?" He wondered and started searching for liquor bottles. "CAN YOU ATLEAST TRY TO TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY?!" Vaggie half stood up and yelled at Angel Dust. He sighed. "Fine. But don't get your taco in a twist baby~" He cooed. Vaggie got even madder. "Is that you trying to be sexist or racist?" She fully stood up this time and clenched her fists at her waist.

       He sighed. "Whatever pisses you off more. Does this thing seriously not have any liquor in here?!" He groaned the last part. Vaggie sat down firmly and crossed her arms. "I'm gonna kill him," her voice was firm with anger. You watched Angel shift around, a smile still creepily plastered on your face. "Y/N, how are you still smiling after... that?" Vaggie asked, a bit more calmed down now. You shrugged, "Just stay positive?"