Time will show

TADC SHRINK AU

★ series ★

Tags: #tadc!shrink au #tadc shrink au

Aftermaths and illnesses of non-letal blow darts

★ fandoms/pairings I've written for till now ★

Tags : #the murder of sonic the hedgehog

★ works★

(currently editing go to #ao3 for all my works, including those not on ao3)

sonic the hedgehog

the amazing digital circus

hazbin hotel

the property of hate

gunshow

it wasn't every day one got to presence the queen's might, that's for sure!

and it still wasn't exactly a privilege, to him specifically.

but that'd become an understatement long ago, when they'd first met.

...

trying to remember felt like a drill from one side of the head to the other.

not like it was something to reminisce, he thinks.

not that he'd know, given he's not allowed to remember now apparently.

and lost in thought, he'd walked about four blocks in what felt like seconds.

but then again, was his mind to be trusted in its current state?

cracking the door open, walking in and quietly locking it back, he thought about how he'd qualify for a spy nowadays.

not that he was going to, as it'd probably break another fine print clause of his soul deal.

exactly which one, the fog wouldn't tell him, but he had a hunch it existed.

walking to the salon's couch and lying with all the elegance that was left on him, he noticed the moth demon.

The puppy eyes that woman had made her weak, of that Vaggi is sure.

"But don't fight him, please?" It was fairly embarrassing how in the palm of her hand she was —Not that Vaggi complained, though—.

After reassuring Charlie that she had no will to fight the only person with maintenance knowledge in the hotel, they kept pacing on the hallway until they departed.

Of course she was the one talking the worst staff member into doing shit, mainly because she wouldn't buy his creeppy spectacle.

Vaggi knocked on the door —and immediately doubted Alastor was even there, whenever he wasn't fucking up something inside the building, he was fucking up something outside the building.

She wasn't pursuing his ass to cannibal town though, so she started knocking harder on the door —and if Alastor wasn't there then he'd be losing the only opportunity of negotiating his new time schedule, because fuck that guy.

Some cracking noises started after the seventh knock, confirming someone was there indeed, but no voices were heard.

"Alastor if you're there and you're not opening i am using the spare key i got from administration, first and only warning"

Truth to be told, there wasn't even an administration room at the hotel, or an spare key to Alastor's room specifically (Fucker surely disappeared it) but she was strong willed and had a spear on her back, which would probably do the same work (she hopes).

After knocking a little more, she decided Alastor would have to fix his own lock for being a stubborn piece of shit and started pickpocketing it with the point of her spear. The speed to which the lock's steel doubled made her reconsider what material Lucifer had used when reconstructing the hotel, but she quickly discarded it as Lucifer making Alastor's lock just worse, that would fit for them.

Going inside the room she was, to say, flabbergasted, for she hadn't seen such an ugly creature since her fall from heaven (and from earth, she was pretty sure).

Vaggi knew he could bend a lot, but this was simply ridiculous.

He was still snoring after all that noise, and she didn't know if she should be impressed or concerned mad at him.

She should clarify (to avoid being cancelled) that she TRIED to wake him up gently; making loud noises, trying her phone's alarm, shaking the man. But Alastor had just achieved How To Become Deaf Just To Annoy People™, to which she gave up, putting the most horrible alarm sound she found on Voutube on her phone and right next to his ear.

Alastor jumped off his bed, startled —to state the obvious— and was greeted by the wood planks of the floor right on his face.

Unfortunately for Vaggi who'd thought she'd witnessed something horrible when she stepped into the room, she was proved wrong as she saw Alastor's haircut in HD.

"Why would you do that to your hair?" He looked at her like she was wrong to point that out (she wasn't).

"Why would you do that to my ears?" He said with the nerve to be offended after all she had to do to wake him up.

Easing him from the floor, she maybe felt a little guilty when she saw how ugly this man was. The poor thing.

"So you've seen how we're running short on staff" She said and heard him mumble 'Maybe if you treated staff better-' before she cut him off with a nudge in the shoulder.

He stared at her (probably thinking of an excuse) as if she was guilty of every problem in his life. Vaggi followed suit and stared as if he was the man who named her.

"You aren't doing host business anyway, just fucking around and being creepy"

Which, could be their fault for having him working illegally at the hotel. But this was hell and nobody cared, so she didn't mention it.

"I have an angelic wound, mind you" He threw himself into the cushion as a woman from the 19th century who had just seen a teen show her ankles.

"The one Charlie and i sent Lucifer to heal, that one?" She nudged him on the chest, exactly where said wound would be, getting no reaction more than a grumble about those entitled youngsters.

"The paperwork it's on Charlie's office, if you don't come I'm giving you the worst schedule i can think of." She left, trying to close the door with the handle and remembering her oopsie of earlier. He also noticed if the High pitched static was anything to worry about. By the time he realized she was on another floor, so that was not her problem anymore.

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  Coming to the solution of fixing the door with a shadow tentacle, Alastor made his way to the bathroom, noticing he looked sketchy as fuck hell. Which was normal considering he'd just slept three hours when that angel had rudely woken him up.

Getting fixed, he skipped a few steps on the way to Charlie's office, because he knew Vaggi would actually act on her threat otherwise.

And unlike her, Alastor knocked on the door, like a civilized person. Letting himself in at the sound of 'Pass', he sat at the terrible swivel chair Lucifer had gotten for the hotel. Truly, the chairs were better than these when he was held captive during Vox delusions of grandeur.

"Came for your new work offer, Al?"

"Sounds more like unpaid work for me." The static around him pitched and he was given a death stare.

"You agreed to it when you first came to the hotel." Vaggi said, matter-of-factly.

"I agreed to be an unpaid host"

"Tomato, to-mah-to." She handed him a pen, because in all of this they still had to pretend legality and a contract with way too many post-its (Charlie, he thinks).

"Redemption exercises, seriously? What did i do to be derived this much?" He kept on reading, having put on glasses that barely did anything anymore, and ready to bargain that they were being non-accesible with how small the letters were.

He summoned his shadow and made it read the contract, still drowsy from the lack of sleep and deciding not to be difficult only today under specific circumstances.

"Do i have to teach them hobbies? They should have their own." Annoying the woman a little as he reached for the pen again, he looked up.

"Their hobbies are the reason they are here, Alastor." He already knew that, and should remind her of the reason he came to this hotel in the first place. Sighing like holding the pen straight had shortened his lifespan, he wrote his sign, and made all of the room wave with his magic, earning a look of offended disbelief from Vaggi. Weird considering that time she was a floor under him and Charlie making a deal and still noticed.

"some newbies who realized the company about crimes is, well, bad" wpnz said as he poked at the gunk that was once someone's head, before they'd shoot it to a heterogeneous mix of muscle, tissue and bone.

"what do you mean by that?" it wasn't as though he felt bad by killing them. Hell, he'd killed people for free, and if they were worth the pay, they'd done fucked up real bad.

"They tried to desert, thats what hitman's report said" some rubbish was next to the second body.

'<i>what an unlucky pair. maybe we'll be next- wait no</i>'

scrap metal fell off the ceiling and next to him, realization of how out of reality he was hitting him (as well as the metal, <i>ouch</i>).

"it isn't uncommon, y'know? some guys who got in thinking it was free money, then got scared when they got to cut someone's fingers to extort some rich family" They'd started taking pictures, part of the process to later reports. A clean up squad was in the way to the isolated warehouse they were currently in.

"The company can't risk leaks of our, say, illicit activities, and so they get rid of rogues as soon as possible." puzzles was avoiding looking at the assassin at this point, a feeling of dread recoiling on him.

He knew it was irrational, as the thought of leaving the company hadn't crossed his mind since day one. he still couldn't help it, and added it to the ever growing list his fears were. "And as always we're the ones doing the dirty work"

He'd wanted to crack a joke about 'dirty work', truly. white noise buzzed on his head, and whether it was a fail on his antenna or in his <i>very human</i> brain went unanswered. He realized he'd been staring past- no, <i>at</i> a body for way to long, and turned his head away from it way to fast for it to be casual. wpnz was looking at him <i>weird</i>, and it sank that now he was staring at <i>him</i> way to hard.

His gaze went anywhere but the man, hoping he didn't mind his big idiotic eyes glaring daggers at him just seconds ago.

the sudden awareness hit wpnz like a rock to the head. and maybe a rock <i>did</i> fall on his head, with the state the place was in, debris was to be expected.

El suelo retumbaba con cada nuevo glitch que aparecía, la carpa circense a poco de desmoronarse sobre sí misma. Sus ojos se sentían vidriosos, lágrimas amenazando con caer; no por tristeza, o felicidad, sino por incertidumbre de lo que pasaría.

¿Y si esta era otra aventura? ¿Otra falsa salida en la que la IA les quitaba la alfombra debajo de los pies justo cuando ellos creían haber ganado?

Solo podia mantener la esperanza de que no lo fuera, y en este momento, eso era lo difícil. Miro a sus compañeros, si de trabajo o de encierro, quedaba incierto, pues las líneas con los meses se habían difuminado. Él las habia borrado, en un intento de volverlas más claras.

Las vibraciones del suelo subían por su cuerpo, y el sonido de su nombre (aunque distante, lejano) llegaba a sus oidos. Miro hacia delante (no se había dado cuenta cuándo dejo de hacerlo), hacia la mano que la esperaba, impaciente por escapar (y quizás, si no se apuraba, lo haría sin ella).

Dio último vistazo mientras tomaba la mano y esta la arrastro a la salida, junto a otras siluetas (familiares pero borrosas, como todo el entorno que los rodeaba), pero apenas y pudo distinguir algo en el desastre de formas y colores que el 'circo' presentaba. No podia distinguir claramente que color los rodeaba, parecia cambiar y transformarse, imitando un caleidoscopio. Le recordó a los escritores que describirlo el azul mar como dorado, así que quizas debería inventar una palabra para describirlo.

Le tomo unos segundos darse cuenta que ya no veia el indescriptible color, atrapada entre pensamientos. Quiso volver a pensarlo, pero su mente era incapaz de replicarlo. Luego de su fútil intento, miro a su alrededor, que solo podia describirse como vacío; la nada misma.

No era negro, pero era la ausencia de luz, que es casi lo mismo. Pero había una luz, detrás de ella, y cuando se volteo, esta parecia burlarse, parpadeando desde su lugar arriba de una puerta roja.

Una puerta que la había perseguido en sus mejores sueños y peores pesadillas, y eso cuando no era ella quién la perseguía.

Una puerta que antes deseaba tocar, y ahora no podía atreverse.

Una puerta cuya textura ahora podía describir como pintura impermeable roja sobre acero inoxidable, en vez del plástico que atormentaba cada paso dentro del @#$_!.

¿... Qué?

¿... @#$_!?

...

Dentro de la prision de donde acababa de escapar.

O al menos esperaba haberlo hecho.

Extendió su brazo, y se dio cuenta que estaba flotando, lo que hacía imposible que la puerta estuviera quieta en su lugar tal y como lo estaba.

Por suerte ya estaba acostumbrada a lo absurdo, léase; Caine, quien una vez hizo su cabeza explotar en confeti y la puso a correr para encontrar un remplazo.

Ahora que piensa en ello, recuerda un chiste donde alguien hace algo parecido con una gallina.

Aparte de la falta de plumas, no ve mucha diferencia entre ambas situaciones.

La sensación fría y metálica del picaporte la devolvió a la realidad, si esto siquiera podia describirse así. Giró su muñeca, la perilla imitando el movimiento suavemente.

Quizas tendría más que decir, si la luz –en este caso blanca, estaba segura– que la encandiló cuando abrió la puerta de par en par no fuera tan brillante.

Dicen que una luz es tanto ciega como cegadora.

Pomni se pregunta si la luz la ve cuando la ilumina.

Huh, Pomni.