Let The Radio Play《 Alastor x Reader 》

Well... Shit.

My legs have the same pattern fur, coppery on the front, white on the backside. I jut my hip out and twist my leg around to get a better look, and out of the corner of my eye I catch something moving. Something white.

WHAT was THAT?

Startled, I jump and retract myself from what I saw, thinking it's an animal or a bug near me, my arms folding inward to my chest and a small yelp eminating from my throat. I look frantically for what it was, searching the ground, when I see the wisps of something white out of the corner of my eye again. Shuffling sideways, I turn to find it. Nothing. Turn some more. Still can't find it. I'm shuffling in a circle trying to find this damn thing when I realize.

It's me.

Hoooooly shit... Hoooooly shit.... I have a tail. What the hell is going on here. Why do I have a tail. Hoooooly shit... this is bad.

I take a deep breathe in, trying to calm myself down.

Ooookay. Calm down Y/N, calm down. Gotta find civilization first, figure out what's going on and where I am. Then I can figure out what's happening to me. Good plan.

Looking around provides little help as to a direction to go, however I can hear faintly the sounds of city life in the distance. Focusing on that and I'm off.

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It feels like hours have passed, but the forest finally gives way to buildings. Dilapidated homes, half concave or without roof's, they're more like run down shoeboxes. Those gradually become worn out businesses, with signs missing and trash on the stoop's. Blown out windows, and most with weather worn bullet holes in their facades. One of the businesses looks to be an old salon, a dusty barbers pole outside that's been faded away with time. Adorning the front of the salon is a large, still intact mirror window. Passing by, I take a look at myself in its reflection, then stop.

I'm covered almost completely in coppery red fur except for my face, hands, and feet. The fur on my neck is stark white, gradually turning to the copper color outwards to my shoulders. I'm dressed in a dusty green tank top, with short jean shorts and a belt. I had the same thing on when I fell, underneath my work jumpsuit. The iris' of my eyes are now emerald green, with dark chocolate brown sclera's. My ears have been changed, now on the top of my head like fox ears, same color pattern except for black tufts at the top. My hair is the same coppery red color, shoulder length, and certainly a tangled mess. I look thin, with curvy hips and a relatively small chest - a tiny frame only standing about 5'2".

"Hey! Get outta 'ere before I snap yer fuckin' neck!" Shouts a brute of a demon, his skin dark blue with lime green patterns in his flesh. He was large, muscular, with darker navy colored horns curling out of the top of his head. I'm unable to speak, my head having snapped to his direction. My ears flatten against my head, tail tucked, and my shoulders round forward as I'm trying to fathom what he is.

"YA FUCKIN' DEAF? GET OUTTA HERE!"

My feet find their strength and I scurry away from the window and the salon, never taking my eyes off of the demon until he lurchs back into the salon.

"HEY, WATCH IT!" I backed myself into another demon, who pushes me off violently.

They're everywhere I look, of all types and colors. Bat demons, rat demons, cat demons, dog demons, horned gargoyle demons, werewolf looking demons, all in different color patterns and sizes. I'm not sure how I hadn't noticed coming up the street when I saw the salon. Everyone seems gigantic in comparison to me, shoulders and arms passing by, bumping into me or pushing me one way or another. I'm terrified, frozen to the ground I stand on, frantically trying to find the courage to move, to walk anywhere. I can't process what's going on around me, everything blending together as my mind is trying to catch up, find a logical explanation, some sort of reasoning but instead erroring out.

It doesn't take long though, when a black sedan comes barreling up the road veering into demons, sending them either flying or sucking them underneath. Both of my ears swivel in its direction, detecting the sound of bones snapping, gurgling throats choking on their own blood, and the pop of flesh tearing open under the pressure of its wheels. The thud and unique sound of horn on metal, of claws scraping across the windshield before their fully airborne.

"Girl, it's time to move!" A woman's voice cries out to me, grabbing me by the wrist as she starts to run pulling me with her. She's short, shorter than me, and grey with blonde bob cut hair. She pulls me into an alleyway away from the black sedan as it goes roaring past.

"You new here or just stupid?" She says, not bothering to turn to look at me.

" Uh.. well, I don't know where here is... so.." I trail off, not sure what to say.

My ear flicks when I hear her snicker, almost inaudibly. " Hun, you're in hell. "

Through the alley, we turn onto a less desolate looking street. It isnt much better, but the businesses show more signs of life than the previous.

"What do you mean by hell? And where are we going?" I ask, hurriedly, panicking as I'm trying to process the words.

"I meeeaaan... you're in hell, sugar! Bonafide hell! And ta answer the second part... my club. You'll be safe there sugar."

Her tone softened at the end, trying to reassure me that she didnt harbor any ill will. She turns again, pushing open one side of a double door with her free hand and pulls me inside.

"Whew... some sorta psychos out there, huh?" She joked, releasing my wrist. She quickly brushed the hair out of her face, turning to look at me.

The sclera of her eyes are black, with large pink iris', a full bodied woman with grey skin and a 1920's fringe flapper dress on, draped over her shoulders is a pink feather boa. She extends her hand out to me enthusiastically.

"The name's Mimzy, it's a pleasure to meet you...."

"Y/n. It's nice to meet you too, Mimzy." I say, forcing a nervous smile and shaking her hand.

"Good! I'm guessin' you got questions, so if you'd like some answers you can help me get this place lookin' good for open tonight!" Mimzy sashayed back around, and starts moving chairs from tabletops to their rightful place. "Booths need a wipe down, rags behind the bar. Some cleaner too, under the sink, sugar."

"Um, sure. I guess..." I grab a towel off the back of the bar, and retrieve the cleaner. "So, why'd you help me back there? With the car?"

I spray down a booth, starting to clean the stained wood tabletops.

"You're cute! Could be good for business! Pretty evident you're new to town, what with the staring into headlights bit." Mimzy giggles, the remark making you feel embarrassed.

"So, slave labor huh?" I look over my shoulder at Mimzy, giving her an amused, half smile.

Mimzy pulls down the last of the chairs, resting an arm across it's back and leaning over it.

"No doll, you're going to need a job and a place to crash, right? You seen the streets, you wanna sleep there?"

Hell no.

"No, not even a little." Clearing the last booth, I turn around and lean against it crossing my arms over my chest. "Why are you helping me at all?"

Mimzy smiles, readjusting herself and dusting off the chair with her hands.

"I've got some clients coming for the show tonight and they like to keep it fresh. Doesn't get much fresher than a doe eyed fox, does it?"

So she's got an angle.

"What do you mean by clients? And what... exactly... do you want me to do?" I retort, cocking my head to the right.

"You serve drinks. Play nice. That's all. It's a jazz club sugar, not a brothel! I'll pay you out at the end of the night and if you wanna come back tomorrow, I'll put you on the pay roll." She quips back at me, fluffing her boa and sinking her chin into it.

I don't have much of a choice in this. Either stay here and have some resemblance of safety, or go back out on my own. In a city I don't know, in hell no less.

"I'm going to need something else to wear then."

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2095 words! Holy whoa!