Alastor was your friend. Your very dear friend, you loved him dearly. You two used to hang out all the time, staying at each other's houses a lot, and going out together (platonically).

Then he died.

You found him dead. How? You two were supposed to meet in the woods, for whatever stupid reason, you didn't remember. But when you got to the agreed spot, he was there. Shot in the head with multiple bites and scratches, like he got mauled by dogs and just left there. Like trash. A pool of blood near his head. The smell of fresh blood and the inside of his body.

It fucked you up pretty bad. Anyone who saw that would be out of touch for a while. You definitely were, for months. It was about three months after. You'd put an assortment of flowers on his grave. He'd taught you about flower meanings sometimes, which you interpreted in the assortment. Often, Amaranth, Agrimony, Deep red Carnations, and red Chrysanthemums.

Until one day, you just said fuck it. You took acid. It makes you trip out, but you took a moderate amount. Who cares, right? It's your life. You thought as it kicked in. It was night, and thank God you had a nice movie on. You just laid on your couch.. when you saw a figure in the corner of your eye. You didn't question it, it was probably the drug.

Little did you know it was Alastor. After death. Visiting his dear friend. You just.. stayed looking at the screen. Your pupils large from the drug. He had a drastic change. He used to have sunkissed skin, with honey brown hair and brown eyes, but now he had beige skin. Red hair with black tips. With deer-like ears. A yellow-gold smile.