-Y/N POV-
After Alastor had rescued you from those shark men you decided he wasn't so bad. Sure he may look creepy, and you'd seen him kill two people in cold blood, but he was starting to grow on you. You two had been spending a lot of time together and had become friends. You knew how rare this was, and how lucky you were to have won the radio demon's favor without making a deal with him. You weren't stupid enough to do that, as you just had to look at Husk for an example of what that turns out like. Alastor was actually quite a gentleman, and he reminded you a bit of your old love coincidentally also named Alastor. (You're dumb fuck, It's fineeee -idiot) It was night. You were still up because sleep just wouldn't come. You decided to play some music and relax in hopes that would work. You took out your hellphone and played some jazz. The soothing sounds filled the room and you hummed along, closing your eyes to enjoy the soothing melodies. It didn't take long for you to realize another voice had joined the mix of jazz and humming. You opened your eyes and saw none other than Alastor, standing in the doorway humming along to the music. You'd learned not to question him so instead you hopped out of bed and walked over, pulling him into the room as he took your hand and began dancing with you. You both were dancing and humming and it was peaceful. Without even realizing it, you had begun trusting this man. Trusting him enough to dance with him in the middle of the night. If that didn't mean something, you didn't know what did. You both danced to a couple more songs before you turned the music down, letting it become a gentle lull in the background. You sat down on your bed and Alastor sat with you. It was silent for a moment and then as some sort of conversation you asked,
"Uhh.. so.. how'd you die?" You could see him blink in surprise at the question before thinking for a moment.
"Well.. it's not particularly something I'm comfortable sharing," he said.
"Oh that's completely fine! you don't have to!" You replied. He sighed.
"I suppose it'll do no harm. I died from a bullet to the forehead," he said. You nodded before doing a double take. Did he say what you thought he said? He did! You furrowed your eyebrows. Maybe... just maybe... your thoughts were interrupted.
"What about you?" Alastor said.
"I died from the electric chair after being falsely accused of mass murder" You replied. You could see his expression go from one of mild discomfort and interest to shock. He shook his head and stared at you, his expression unreadable. You stared back. You were sure you looked the same way. Was it him? Had you two finally found each other? The most obvious answer was
Yes.