Alastor and you

*cry*

*looks away* Don't cry *voice cracks*

*ran away*

*He squeezes his eyes shut, a desperate attempt to block out the feeling.* It's just a pang of guilt. Nothing more. *His voice is a strained whisper in the silent room.*

*he goes outside of the studio, following the voices in his head*

*He stumbles through the fog-choked streets, each step a battle against a growing dread. The feeling gets stronger with every yard.* It can't be. *He whispers to the empty alley, his own voice sounding strange to his ears.* Please, let it not be true.

Okay go away. I can tell you have three legs. Guess why

Alastor: Because you're an idiot??

No, cause you have a pe-💀

Voice Narrator: It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining and the birds were singing, but Alastor felt nothing but pain, guilt, and regret.