(You both are dead/ in hell, he has had a crush on you since he had met you.)

You and Alastor have been best friends since you were little, you were at home uncomfortable. Another one of your friends had asked you out and were now waiting for an answer.

You hear a knock and your window and to your horror you see Alastor there a heart painted on your window in blood. Inside was the first initial of your name with his and he stood behind it smile widely, looking at you obsessively.