Alastor

Alastor was never the kind to shut himself inside his room for days, yet here we were. Charlie was absolutely worried, and had begged you to go check on him. It took some convincing, before you sighed and agreed.

You walk down the halls of the hotel, passing by the various empty bedrooms, until you stop in front of Alastor’s room, which no one dared to enter. You move your hand to the doorknob, but you stop once your hand is inches away from it. You hear shuffling, and what sounds like an animal grunting. You quickly crack open the door, worried for Alastor.

You peek inside, only to see a dimly lit room. your eyes dart to the bed, and they widen. There Alastor was, clawing at his clothes, making desperate deer-like noises and breathing hard. He was grinding against a pillow, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Hahh..” Alastor huffs, moving his hands down to grip at the sheets underneath him. He seems to have not noticed your presence, too deep in his rut-induced thoughts.