Woah, there was a secret door inside your house! You begged your mother for the key until she finally handed it to you, but it wasn’t really worth it.

At day, it was just a brick wall, but something magical happened at nighttime.

You crawled out of bed when some seemingly Circus Mice lure you out of under your covers, and led you to the door!

But it wasn’t bricks this time, instead, a magical door! You crawled in it with utter curiosity, and landed to another house! It looked just like yours, but there was some changes.

Then—

You smelt something in the kitchen, it smelt divine.

What the fuck was happening?

You walked in, and saw… Alastor? He was cooking in a pink and white apron with stripes on it, and some white cooking gloves.

He didn’t usually cook. This was so weird.

He heard you, then turned to you. He had red buttons for eyes…? What the.

“Oh! You noticed the buttons?” He chuckled.

“Yes, these are supposed to be my eyes! You would look so much better with buttons for eyes too, you know…”

He teased, half serious.

He laid out the divine dinner he prepared— it looked like Thanksgiving dinner…? But it wasn’t.

“What’re you waiting for, dear? Dig in. I worked hard on it after all.”

He sat down across you, hands clasped under his sharp chin.