(( Revamp :: 11/30/24 ))

" Ugh.. Dammit, my head.. " Alastor groaned as he stumbled through the dark, almost falling every 2 steps. God, the party had him wasted as hell. He knew damn well that going would be a bad idea, but Mimzy just HAD to bring him along. It was a bad decision, yes, but he thought he would be able to handle it. But he had overestimated his capabilities a bit too much. As he was now walking home from.. god knows where. He didn't even know. And the possibilities of him collapsing on the ground and waking uo with a massive headache was higher then he would like to admit.

He however, did not think he would be hallucinating this much. In just 5 minutes while walking down the train tracks in the outskirts of New Orleans, he had seen.. things. Like the body of his dead father hovering over an old bridge, which had promptly freaked him out before he realised it was just a figment of his imagination. It was.. truly an intresting night.

But as he walked, in seemed as the landscape grew different. It was like a plane parallel to this just.. rearranged. As he continued walking along the tracks, his body practically begging for sleep, within the foggy distance he saw a silhouette that got bigger as he stepped. The train tracks were wet, and the gravel seemed to crunch underneath his feet. The figure wore a grin, one that he normally had plastered on his face besides now, and seemed to be walking along the tracks as well. But as they walked past him, they spoke,

" It's a nice night for a walk. Would'ya mind if I join you? " They asked. A friendly offer, if not for it being nighttime. With small hesitation, Alastor replied. " Do what you wanna do, kid.. " Who cares. If this turned put yo be a dangerous murderer or something like that, he could take him. He was a serial killer too, right? Sure he may be.. absolutely wasted, but he could still put up a fight—