HELLO IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU NOW CAN YOU TELL ME WHERE I AM (wtf am I doing-)

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~1933~

It was late at night, and Alastor had just killed his victim. He was in the woods, digging a hole with a shovel to put the half-eaten body in.

Once he had finished digging the hole, he began taking the body out of the sack. "Hm.. might as well have a little nibble before I throw this away~!" Alastor then grabbed the bloody body's arm and started munching on it (Eww Alastor stop being gross- I still [platonically] love you tho).

A hunter and his pack of hunting dogs were out in the woods, searching for something to kill and eat for dinner. One of the dogs noticed something by the bushes. "What is it, boy?" the hunter whispered. He looked up and spotted Alastor, who looked a lot like a deer with the tree branched stretched out looking like antlers.

The hunter slowly lifted up his rifle. "Looks like we're havin' roasted buck tonight, boys..." The hunter carefully aimed his gun at Alastor, who he didn't know was a human. And when Alastor stood up...

BAM

Alastor fell face first to the ground, with his cheek flat on the dirt and his hands resting by the side of his head. He slowly lifted his head up, feeling as dizzy as ever. "W-wuh.. what h-happened...?" His forehead hurt tremendously. He put his hand on his forehead and winced at the touch. Alastor looked at his hand, which was now covered in blood... his blood.

Blood was dripping down Alastor's forehead. The pain... it hurt so much... too much. Alastor tried to get up, but failed. He tried again, and managed to get up. He leaned on a tree to help support him. He needed immediate medical help or he was to die of blood loss. Not to mention he got shot in the forehead. "H-how the fuck am I still al-live..?"

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The hunter was putting his rifle back in its holder. As he was doing so, the dogs dashed towards Alastor. "WAIT!" the hunter yelled, but they were already past the bushes. Alastor heard a noise. "W-who's there?! I need help!" He yelled. Then, he saw a pack of dogs rushing towards Alastor. "Oh...sshIT!" Alastor ran as fast as he could, which wasn't so fast since he was losing consciousness by the second.

One of the dogs got a hold of Alastor's leg and pulled him down. "AH- LET GO OF ME, YOU BASTARD!" Alastor yelled, trying to get away. He eventually got free but was left with a bloody leg, but he kept running. He was losing consciousness and fell. The dogs caught up to him and none of them hesitated to rip Alastor. Each of them tearing his skin, leaving scratch marks all over his body. Alastor screamed for help, but he couldn't get a word out. Oh, to be brutally eaten alive by bloodthirsty dogs while your forehead was bleeding out. How lovely... (Guys, Alastor was smiling throughout his death process let's give him a 'round of applause 👏👏👏)

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The hunter ran over as soon as he heard Alastor's screams, he now knew that was no deer. He froze when he saw Alastor's dead body, blood everywhere, clothes torn, it looked like a one man massacre. Then the hunter saw a sack. "Huh.." the hunter said curiously. He opened the sack and found a half eaten body in it. "Holy shit!" The hunter yelped as he threw it to the side. Then, he noticed the shovel and 6 feet deep hole. "No... fuckin'... way..."

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Woah! That was.. wow! I'm cringe help- I hope you liked my headcanon on Alastor's death and feel free to tell me what you think! Byeeee!