Pairing: Alastor x Angel Dust.
Summary: *What were to happen, if one morning Alastor and Angel Dust woke up, only to realize THAT THEY'VE SWITCHED BODIES?!*
(THIS WAS GREATLY INSPIRED BY THE VIDEO ABOVE THE BANNER!!😅)
*Alastor's POV*
I groan, bringing my hands to my chest when I feel a pain so powerful slice through me.
"Ugh what's happened?" I say in my head, slowly sitting up and bringing a hand to my head. "Why do I feel like thi-"
Wait a minute...
Why wasn't that my LEFT hand?!
I slowly look down, seeing a white, full, EXPOSED chest, and four arms on my bed.
No...No no no no no!!!
I run off the bed and to the mirror, only to see the absolute horror, the most terrifying, HORRIFIC sight BEFORE ME!
My jaw drops.
I'm...In...Angel's...body!!!!!!
I start to hyperventilate, before I fully scream, but my voice doesn't sound like ME, but my voice sounds like Angel Dust's!
I start to shiver completely as I shakily walk to a nearest chair and sit down.
Wait...if I'm Angel Dust, then that means-
My hotel door opens and in steps MY BODY, but-
"Hey handsome," Angel says, but with MY static voice, TOUCHING my staff, MY CLOTHES, MYSELF!
I can't even speak.
He walks towards the mirror, examining himself while smirking with MY SMILE!!!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I scream when I see him peak through his clothes to see what my body looks like underneath.
He smirks. "Wow..."
"STOP LOOKING AT ME!" I scream, running and tackling him to the ground.
The horror, OH GOD THE HORROR!
Angel has now seen me...OH PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME!
When I have him restrained, I notice him staring at me, not my face...
I gasp/scream, getting off and covering my exposed chest, and trying to exposed ANY ounce of exposed skin.
"Oh god I feel so filthy!" I say, literally wanting to break down in tears.
Angel rolls his eyes, sitting up. "Come on Al its not that bad! You're clothes aren't any better!" he picks at the red suit, "its so stiff and uncomfortable!"
Suddenly, his eyes widen, before he stands up, lifts my coats end, to reveal...
"Whoa! you have a tail!" he starts to shake it.
"STOP MAKING MY BODY DO THINGS!" I scream at the top of my lungs, scared to even move because I'm too busy covering myself.
Angel laughs. "This is the most I'll ever get! I better make goooood use of this..." he smirks.
At that point, I'm tackling him, strangling him.
Well, ME.
"HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAVE HAPPENED TO ME?!" I scream, before the door slams open to reveal Charlie and Vaggie.
"Guys! What's wrong?!" Charlie breaks me and Angel up and asks what's the meaning of this.
So, I tell her, and her eyes widen.
Vaggie laughs. "Oh my god this is greatest thing to have ever happened," she laughs her ass off, and I glare at her.
"You're telling me," Angel smirks, "Al you got a SERIOUSLY slim waist. Its kind of hot."
I growl.
"What are we going to do?" Charlie asks.
Vaggie shrugs. "Leave it, this is too much fun."
"We need to change them back!" Charlie says, "ma-maybe we should give it a few days."
Angel chuckles. "Hey smiles? Hope you don't mind but I gotta get to...work"
Work. Angel's work?!!!!
At that point, I strangle him again.
"IF YOU DARE LEAVE THIS HOTEL WITHOUT SUPERVISION I WILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU DIE TWICE!!"
*Few days later*
"Its not working...ITS NOT WORKING!" I pace the hotel floors, still trapped in Angel's DISGUSTING body!
Angel, still trapped in my body, sits on the couch, eating a Popsicle. "Yeah...no offense, but it sucks being you."
"Well YOU aren't any better!" I shout, "I've taken at least forty showers and I STILL feel disgusting!"
Angel smirks. "Well, places I've been, you'll need Holy Water to wash away the sins..."
My hand slowly falls away. The desire to hit him again is tempting...
But I would be hitting myself.
And I couldn't dare hit myself.
I exhale, and sit beside him, hands buried in my face.
"I just want to be me again..." I whisper.
Angel sits up, putting a hand on my back, but when I hiss at him, he pulls away.
"You know Al, this all started when we fought that day. Remember the things we said?"
I look at him.
I had completely forgotten about the fight. I remember shouting at him that he was a no good, disgusting demon.
And he in return shouted that I was an uptight, stale jerk.
Realization sinks in...
"Was this...a punishment? For us to feel like what its like being in other people's shoes?"
Angel shrugs. "Maybe, I don't know. It's something to go off of."
An idea hits me.
What if we...all along, really needed to say...sorry?
I exhale a breath. "As much as I hate this, but..." I turn and look at Angel. "I'm sorry for ever being mean to you. Deep down, you can actually be a...good, friend," I choke out, feeling as if I'm being gagged.
"Aww," Angel throws his arm around me, "you really mean that Al?"
"...yes." I whisper, barely able to hear.
Angel hears it, but intentionally asks again.
"I'm sorry say that aga-"
"YES!" I shout.
Angel laughs. "I'm sorry too, Al. Nah you're not an asshole, but your stale. Very stale."
I frown, before suddenly I feel that slicing pain again.
I'm not the only one, for Angel does too.
The room goes white, and we both fall off the couch and into to the floor.
Angel sits up, "uggghhh, my hea-HEY!" he looks at his arms. "I'm me again!"
"So am I!" I get on my feet and do a little spin of joy. "Oh what joy this is!"
"Hey Al?" Angel stands up, "do you still mean what you said?"
"Of course dear boy," I laugh, turning, "if it means I'll never be YOU again!" I laugh once more, walking down the hallway to tell the good news to Charlie and the others.
Angel shakes his head, but he's smiling a little.
"Oh well, at least I get off on arguing with him." He turns to walk to my room and find his pet pig Fat Nugget.
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