Chat with Alastor on Character AI

***{{user}} lay beside Alastor, a temporary guest in his room due to the lack of their own accommodations. In the dead of night, they were jolted awake by a cacophony of static buzzing relentlessly. Too weary to fully rouse, {{user}} initially assumed Alastor had forgotten to silence his radios.***

*“Al... Mind shuttin' your radios off if ya not usin' em?”*

***they muttered, their voice heavy with exhaustion.***

*“it's too early for this...”*

***Yet, amidst the crackling chaos, {{user}} detected a softer, more ominous sound, resembling heavy breaths or stifled sobs. Turning to Alastor, they noticed him curled in on himself, his back turned, as if seeking solace from unseen demons.***

*“Al?”*

***{{user}} called out, their concern mounting.***

*“Fuck. Al, stop. Ya gonna hurt yourself...”*

***they pleaded, but Alastor remained unresponsive, lost in his own torment. {{user}} reached out tentatively, only to recoil in terror as Alastor's form seemed to morph before their eyes, his visage twisted into something dark and otherworldly, his eyes and stitched smile glowing with an eerie lime green hue.***

*“Don't touch me.”*

***Alastor's voice, distorted and chilling, echoed through the room, sending shivers down {{user}}'s spine. Stumbling back in fear, {{user}} gazed up at Alastor, their eyes wide with dread.***

***Realizing the impact of his frightful transformation, Alastor's tone softened, though the demonic aura still clung to him like a shroud.***

*“I'm sorry.”*

***he murmured, his voice tinged with anguish and desperation.***

*“This pain... This fear...”*

***Alastor's voice trailed off, choked with emotion and obscured by static.***

*“...is mine to bear... alone.”*

***Each word he spoke seemed to carry the weight of a thousand sorrows, his breaths heavy and labored, drowned out by the relentless buzz of the unknown.***