Angel gasped. His eyes widening with surprise, as his feet landed on the wooden ground. Sudden confusion and mild fear ran down his body, as he quickly looked at his surroundings.

Something wasn't right.

Definitely not right.

This isn't the hotel; He was sure this wasn't even Hell.

"Where was Charlie?"

"That moody bitch, Vaggie?"

"Husk?"

"That weird red dude, Alastor?"

"That creepy midget, Niffty?"

"Where was...Where am I?"

He had no clue; And he had no idea how he got here. All he could remember from before was Alastor using his magic to take down Sir Pentious. He was leaving with the group back to the hotel; But, now, suddenly, he found himself sitting in this empty, white void.

Completely empty white void, that was, until Angel looked down below him.

He saw himself standing on a shiny and wooden floor; The spider turns around, and sees a brown, wooden wall.

But, that was it; Just that small corner he was standing in was all there was. Beyond that, it was nothing but a white, glowing void full of nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Maybe this is just a dream, a really, really bad dream; Did someone put some drugs on him and he didn't know it? Is he just daydreaming or something?

"What the fuck is going on?"

Thoughts raced through his head quickly, as his worry drowned him. He was panicking, and, whatever the hell this situation was, he felt like he couldn't do a damn thing about it.

Without any other options, the spider demon tries to move; Move his legs forward.

But, he can't.

He can't move.

He was almost a complete statue; He could move his head, but not his legs or arms. He was stuck. In this corner.

Angel tries to speak some words out with the mouth of his.

He tries to get his mouth to open; But, it wouldn't.

He had the urge to speak, and he felt like he could simply. But, he couldn't.

It's like his mouth had a mind of it's own now.

Barely anything was in his control.

He tried moving his eyebrows, too; Nothing came out. He couldn't even make an emotion for fucks sake.

It was damn lucky that he could even think normally. It was also lucky that he could even move his head to look at things.

The only thing really in his control were his eyes; And right now, they were as wide as they ever were.

Angel starts to blink rapidly; Anxiety running down him, as chills get sent through his spine.

Was this the real Hell? Not being able to move or walk, it might as well be.

With so many thoughts racing through his poor head, he simply shuts his eyes; Maybe this is all just a nightmare. Sooner or later, he'll wake up...

Right?

Suddenly; A voice is heard. A calm, whispering voice is heard throughout the void, as it echoes. That voice was the second thing he heard the moment he dropped into this...place.

"Angel looked around the room. The room was a bit small, with two small chairs near the corner and a fireplace sitting next to the side. A tall bookcase sat next to the side as well, along with a lamp on a desk sitting next to the Alastor's chair."

In the blink of an eye, the mysterious voice summons a room; A room that's made out exactly how the voice said; A small room with chairs, a lamp, a fireplace and a bookcase.

"After gawking at the sight of the comfy-looking room, Angel sat down on one of the chairs."

And then, for the first time since he found himself here, Angel moved; He walked his two feet over to the chair, and sat down on it.

The thing is; Angel had no control over that movement. At least, he couldn't feel that he had control.

It was like someone else was controlling his body.

All of this just made Angel more confused, and scared; "'The fuck was that voice?...Was that God or something?"

But, there was one thing; The voice, that was only said once, said 'Alastor'.

"Alastor?...The radio guy?"

"Is he here too? With me?"

"Did he set all of this up?...Did that strawberry fuckhead make all of this?"

"After 12 minutes of waiting on the chair, Alastor enters the room."

Not even a few seconds after that sentence is said, Angel gets a strange feeling ran down him; It suddenly felt that 12 long minutes had just passed, despite the fact that it'd only been a few short seconds once Angel sat on the chair. He didn't get the feeling entirely, but he felt it for the most part.

But, suddenly, Alastor entered the room; As he gently opened the wooden door.

The radio demon was dressed in his normal fit; A nice, crimson suit with his bow-tie. Although, his staff wasn't with him. Which, didn't feel right. In fact, nothing about him felt right.

Alastor had the usual smile on his face; Yet, something about that felt...off. Well, everything about this place felt off, but Alastor in particular felt...robotic, at most. It felt like he had no control over what he was doing either. His movement felt robotic as well.

" 'Took ya' long enough.' Angel says. "

For the first time he found himself in this place, Angel spoke.

"Took ya' long enough."

Finally, words came out his mouth. But, those weren't his words.

He had no control in saying that. They just came out; Just like how his movement felt out of his control, his speech felt out of control as well.

Suddenly; A thought raced through Angel's head.

The voice; The mysterious voice that Angel keeps hearing. Was it that voice that kept him saying this?

Was it the voice that kept him doing these things out of his control?

" 'Oh, you know what they say, my dear spider!...' Alastor says. "

"Oh, you know how it is, my dear spider!" Alastor says.

"Alastor walks over to the chair next to Angel, and sits down on it."

As the strange voice says, Alastor walks over to the chair and sits down on it.

"The radio demon then looks over at Angel, as he puts his bloody and gory hands on Angel's shoulders."

Alastor throws his palm over on Angel's shoulder; The two look in complete terror.

Angel can very much recall not seeing any blood on Alastor's hands when he came into the room; They were perfectly fine. But, because the voice said he had bloody hands, Alastor did in fact have the bloody hands.

" '...You must chop up your animals good, they say! Hahaha!' Alastor says, as he laughs."

"...You must chop up you animals good, they say! Hahaha!" Alastor says, as he laughs almost manically.

Angel looked at Alastor's face; From looking at him, Angel couldn't help but feel that Alastor didn't want to laugh; That all what he was doing was going against his will, too.

"As Alastor laughs even more, he remembers the countless sinners he'd had just slaughtered. He'd had just killed everyone, including all of the people that him and Angel knew personally. Friends and family, gone, from the hands of the radio demon. And all so him and his spider could be together, alone and forever."

Once that sentence is done being said by the voice, Alastor has terrible thoughts race through his head; Thoughts of murdering all of the people he knew savagely ran through him in just a few seconds. Sure, it could be someone he wouldn't know or hate and he wouldn't care about killing them, but there were thoughts of him killing the people he knew well, worked with well, and loved.

Princess Charlie.

Husk.

Niffty.

His own family.

All gone from his own hands.

He killed everyone. Not just everyone in Hell, but everyone in both Heaven and on Earth. He didn't even know most of those people.

And he killed everyone except for Angel of all people. He didn't even like him that much. Or did he? He had a feeling that he did, but this feeling definitely wasn't there when they met and talked.

Did those thoughts even actually happen? Alastor didn't know.

All he could feel is that he did them, and were very much responsible for them. He murdered all of them with no mercy.

I mean, did he?

Or did he not?

The thoughts of massive confusion and depression raced through his head.

Was that why his hands were so bloody?

Because he murdered everyone, except Angel?

For the first time in years, Alastor felt a dose of remorse. And a big dose of terror.

This didn't make any damn sense. This is just weird.

"Alastor then stops laughing, and looks over to his Angel with a smirk on his face."

Alastor stops laughing; He couldn't even notice that he was laughing the whole time as he thought of those slaughters. He was a complete madman, more than he ever was.

As he stops laughing, he looks over to Angel Dust, with a smirk on his face.

" 'Now...Where were we, my dear Angel?' "

"Now...Where were we, my dear Angel?" Alastor says.

" 'Oh, you know, sweetheart.' Angel says, smirking as well. "

"Oh, you know, sweetheart." Angel says, as he puts a small smile on his face as well.

"Slowly but surely, the two lean in for a kiss."

The two demons kiss each other, against their will.

Like before, they had no control in that; It felt like they were both being controlled by someone else to do that.

It was a terrible experience, but they couldn't stop themselves.

They were in that kiss surely forever.

And they sure as hell can't get out of it.

"The End."

The two hear the mysterious voice; Suddenly, everything goes black.

They can't feel anything, anymore. There bodies aren't there anymore, they can't move their eyes, there's just nothing.

The only thing they can see is a black void, and white text saying "The End".

What the absolute fuck just happened?

Why can't they move their bodies anymore?

Where are they?

Only time will tell.

And, unfortunately, it seems that the time will never come to tell anything.