Hi everyone!

Drabble request! There are a lot of Alastors with them. So, enjoy!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, sexual interaction and themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

Voices/flashback/Text

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((Request by keiko_keith Request: Not sure if you did this one but what if error had been found by radio demon? And raised by him?
Note: This will be funny since you said Error. So, it is Error skeleton. ))

"How my favorite skeleton son!"

"What do you want?" Eyes not looking at him but sewing.

"Now, my boy I know it been a while but even I taught you better etiquette."

"Debatable." Roll their eyes at their 'father'.

How exactly does that make sense? Well, simple. Well, as simple as it can get.

They think they hit the salesman a little too hard that day of their first 'meet'. When they arrived in this Hell. A literal Hell. Really wasn't happy but hey no balance. So, they don't need to do that job. They did have a few changes like being a bit shorter. Magic is a bit wonky. But at the time I didn't care and just walked around well.

Then one day met the Salesman Alastor. Radio whatever. Going on, on about the radio. He wanted to shake hands. They said no so many times. Got a bit too pushy. So, they told them to back off. One thing led to another and hit them too hard in the head.

Like really hard.

Maybe a bit overkilled to split it in two.

Only stay by him to make a few things clear when their head reconstructed back. Before they can even put in a word they spoke first.

"Good hit! Father is so proud of you!"

That's when they knew they messed up badly. What's worse they can't fix this mental, memory confusion issue of this sinner thinking they adopted a child. Dealt with this for 43 years now! Believe they tried to fix it! Even gone far to find the salesman blasted buddies to snap them out of it. But no, those ladies were enjoying this too much. In fact, encouraging it!

Welcome them into this family.

Besides the whole 'this is my son and I will murder your card'. Apparently, Alastor still their usual self like before from what others tell him. So, guess that's good? In some other twists and turns.

"Well, my rude but charming, son of mine. I just wanted to see how you are doing." Alastor smiles across from him.

"I'm living."

"Yes, you are."

Stare at the big box presented in front of them. A big bow on top.

"Open it up! I know I'm a bit late but Happy Late Birthday!"

Right. The day they hit his head. Really was the day he declared it as their Birthday. Sometimes it felt weird as they never really had a Birthday. At least one that they can remember.

"You don't have too."

"Nonsense. One of the few things to celebrate in this wretched whole. A reminder of how long we survived in this boredom of lack of entertainment. Besides you and a select other."

"If you say so." Opens it up to see it was fur. Different color material of fur, skin, and yep sees some bones.

"Tadda! I thought you love some real authentic fur materials for your clothes you make. The coloring was gorgeous. The right shades too. I bet you can make something gorgeous." Alastor smiled brightly as he seemed very pleased with himself.

Stare the stuff over. Notice skin still attached but was clean, washed and covered to not get in the other products dirty. Glance back at Alastor who looks very happy. Stare with their own eyes soften a bit. "Thank you. I really like them. I think I have a few ideas."

"Wonderful! I'm so excited to see what you can make."

"Now how many poor souls you threaten to get these."

"Look I order cake for us!"

Fine, got their silence for now.

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((Request by eragorni Request: error is Alastor's older (adopted) brother, he died at the age of 115 and arrived in hell recently. Alastor has always talked to his older brother and hopes he is in heaven. Imagine Alastor's surprise upon hearing the old nickname his older brothers gave him. ))

If you were to ask Alastor about his time back on Earth. Well, he could tell you so many stories! The good. The bad. The shows he hosted on the radio. The ones he would hunt down. The tremendous music and dancing he would do.

But if you asked about his personal life. Well, he wouldn't be silent but he didn't give away too many details. Like he will say things like a jambalaya recipe his dear mother taught him. Or the times he would go down to the district of New Orleans. It would be things about that. Then eventually over time to those who were close he would talk about another family member.

"Such good memories." Alastor laughs with the pair and brushes a fake tear away. "My, Brother would have told me I was stupid and then treated my stitches."

"Brother." Rosie stared at him.

"Yes, Brother."

"Al you never mention you had a sibling." Rosie chided him. The cannibal boss herself decided to go out of Cannibal Town with Alastor. The pair are going to see Mimzy. The two ladies can hit it off quite well even with their differences of certain topics. But they both got close to Al in different ways.

"I haven't?" Huh he thought he did. Maybe a name but not the title.

"Al you never told Rosie here about your brother. Shame on the stories you were holding back." Mimzy shook her head.

"You met him?" Look at the flapper gal.

"Of course, plenty of times! These two were so different but so close. You would have thought Al here was the older sibling but it was vice versa."

"Yes, my brother and I." Alastor quite for a few seconds and hums. "So, many stories with them. My, I wondering how he doing now."

The two-woman silent.

"I know how he is doing! A splendid time in Heaven of course! Now that one soul deserved to go up there." Alastor smiles bigger staring up into the ceiling. "He was a nurse when I was around. So, good at stitching in so many ways. Blood never bothered him even so young from what I remember. When he was focused on what he wanted to do he never stopped until it was fixed.

"Al?" Rosie frowns if she picks a sore subject. Notice how even Mimzy was silent just playing with her cup.

"Don't worry my dear friend. My time with my brother was always fantastic I just don't fully share those stories with just anyone. Besides Mimzy but she was around." Point at Mimzy giggling.

"Hahaha! I think you and him would go along Rosie."

"Trying to set me up with another husband already?"

"HA! No."

"Alastor, would I have been good match for your sibling?"

"I am not qualified to answer that for I do not want to be beaten."

"He learning."

"Mhmm. So, stitching you up?"

"I would get hurt a lot when I was younger. You know tripping over logs."

Alastor pushed down by the floor by a sneering man.

"Messing with knives I shouldn't at the time. Not a child's toy!"

Alastor shaking behind their mother skirt as he held his hand. Yelling from the pair while shielding him from the man.

"Or a bit rough housing from the neighborhood children. I was little too mouthy as a brat."

Alastor coughing up blood. Stare at the teens yelling, laughing at him. He smiled but deep down he wanted to see their laughs turn to screams. But he couldn't do anything. Weak at the time.

"But they were always there to do what they can to help not just me but mother." Took a sip of a drink. "He was adopted by a close friend of my mother's. Pass away from some fever. He was two. I wasn't born until he was six? Seven? Mother would tell me he would take care of me a lot even behind her back when she was sick or needed rest.

Alastor shaken waiting for a slap. Until another body got in the way and push the sneering man away. They would yell cruel things to their brother. Yet, their sibling never moves even when threatened. When the man left their brother would pick them up to treat their bloody knee.

Again, they stood in front of their mother. Their mother screams. He saw it to when the man lunged with the knife and caught it with their hand. Gripped it so hard that he saw the blood down their hand. The man eyes were actually terrified even as they took the knife out their hand. Just remember screaming and how his sibling would punch the man on the ground over, over again. One point their mother pulled them off. Told the two of them to go upstairs. Pick up again while their mother stayed behind with the knife. Took care of them first. I wish they knew how to stitch to take care of their brother's hand. Never saw father again that night.

One of the teens cried out being grabbed behind and thrown to another. Another couldn't throw in a punch in time with their fist grabbed and fingers bent. The three scurry off with their tails between their legs. Throwing out threats. Alastor helped off the ground by their brother and got clean up. Worry looks in their eyes. A look Alastor didn't want to keep seeing as they don't need to be concerned for him. How he wouldn't let this keep happening and will be safe.

So, many little lies they told. Lies to make sure fingers would never point to their sibling. Always made sure their brother had no clue of the murders they had done. One of the things he would have told their brother was how sorry they were that they would have to bury them.

"He way a better person than me in other ways. Even if he was a bit off. Weird. In their own way. But gah one the things I despised but hope to hear one last time is that bloody nickname." Alastor huffed as Mimzy laughed by his side. Rosie raised an eyebrow.

"What nickname?"

"This nickname I still don't know what gave them the idea to call me that. Gah for some reason he thought I would be a-"

"Salesman."

"Yes, that bloody nickname. Honestly, I can't see it. Me a salesman? Maybe for radios but-"Alastor dropped his cup and snapped his neck to stare at the direction of that voice. Eyes widen at what they are seeing.

"Look at you." A tall skeleton with black bones. So, many cracks can be shown on their skull. A blue scarf around their neck. Mix match pupils looking down at them with a similar expression like his own. "See already dressed as a Salesman."

"BROTHER!"

So, many radio screeched when that was announced. The radio demon has a sibling?

((Request by PBluePj Request: What about 2P Alastor but it's was Error, maybe? Just imagine how Alastor will react when he saw someone who almost looks like him but blue!
Note: Error personality not like 2P Alastor just looks like them.))

Alastor knows they are only children.

His mother would have told him for sure. Even that dead beat father of his would have let something slip. Even when they were intoxicated.

Would they have minded a sibling? That is a tough question really to answer. Maybe they wouldn't have been pleased if their mother time was taken away. But would think they would enjoy their company eventually, especially if they were a girl and would have mother smile too! So, possible may have like it over time at a certain age.

But at last, they do not have a sibling.

So, why is word going around of them having a twin this past week? One that blue hair? A scarf? No, staff. In fact, they don't even smile.

Debate to approach them. After a while there should be only one Radio Demon. They even scare others when walking down the streets but don't do anything. Unless someone tries to attack. Either dodge out the way and smack them. Do not let them smack you. It hurt very badly.

Well, at least they're not stealing their style of fighting and radio. But still a bit of a mystery. Haven't still approached them. Not like their seeking them out. Why should they? Stay in line. I'll stay in line. Just change something about you soon.

Then he heard on the news the duplicate was founded by Vox. After trying to start shit thinking they were Alastor with a new makeover that went bad. It got very, very uncomfortable for the Blue one. Telling him he is not this Alastor being. Apparently, this deer sinner didn't like being touched.

Not at all.

A new Vox imprint against a wall.

Whelp! Time to go approach their new sibling! They should get along just fine if they despised the walking tv.

He got kicked into a wall not too long after their attempt at partnership.

Going to fit in with this family after all!

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Done!

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Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!