A/N: Sorry if this is really long! Almost 2500 words! Not all chapters will be this big...but I couldn't find a good part to stop this chapter and make a new one. Sowwy!

"So, Alastor likes to cook. Maybe he'll try to poison us all," Domino said quietly. "Maybe he just likes cooking. Some people have hobbies, you know," you replied. "Yeah, and his are killing people, watching people suffer, and being entertained by others' failure. You think he's trying to be nice?" Domino argued. "Would it make you feel more comfortable if you stayed in the kitchen to make sure he doesn't poison us?" you asked with an attitude. "What? Hell no! You go in there!" Domino whisper-yelled. You rolled your eyes. "I was actually going to anyway. I found a recipe for some good-ass dessert. It is capital A, AMAZING!" you said. "Oh, whatever, alright. I'm up for that dessert though!" Domino said. "As long as you don't freak out that I might be alone with Alastor," you said, a bit of a snarl in your voice. "Alrighty, babe," Domino replied with finger guns. You facepalmed and headed towards the kitchen.

When you walked in, you saw Alastor, seemingly summoning ingredients from who-knows-where. "Hey there!" you called. "Hello, dear!" Alastor replied cheerfully. "I uh, I hope you don't mind me being in here, but I found a recipe for dessert that I wanted to try out," you said, a bit nervous. "I'd be happy to have you join me!" Alastor replied. "Awesome," you said with two thumbs-up. You searched through the shelves, finding a few ingredients that you needed. "Crap," you muttered when you couldn't find any chocolate. "Is something wrong?" Alastor asked. "Angel ate all the chocolate so now I have to go and get some," you replied, walking towards the doorway. "Wait! I can get that for you," Alastor said. You turned around and saw a bag of chocolate chips, a red glow around it. "That's fricken cool," you said. "It's nothing," Alastor said, summoning yet another ingredient.

You looked at the recipe on your phone and got out a big mixing bowl. "So, do you ever have to go and buy anything, or do you just summon it?" you asked, attempting to start a conversation. "I haven't had to purchase a single thing for a long while now," Alastor replied. "Lucky. I have to go and buy stuff, only to get ripped off and then people try to fuck me, rob me, or kill me. Like, why does everyone do that? As if there aren't enough prostitutes here," you said. Alastor nodded in response as he grabbed a large pot. "So, have you ever had jambalaya before?" Alastor asked. "Oh yeah. My grandma made it all the time. And to be honest, it wasn't great," you replied. "She must not have had a proper recipe," Alastor said. "She said, and these are her exact words, 'This recipe is straight from Loooziana!' and either she couldn't cook it worth a crap or she had a bad recipe. It had pretty much no flavor," you said, making your best old lady impersonation when you quoted your grandma. "You simply must try this recipe. Unless, of course, you don't prefer spicy foods," Alastor said. "I like spicy food," you replied. "Then you will absolutely love this!" Alastor said. You started melting the chocolate when you heard a familiar voice.

"I smell chocolate!" Domino yelled. "Yes you do," you replied plainly. "I need some," Domino said, barging past you to the stove. "Whoa!" you exclaimed as you stuck your right arm straight out. Domino ran into your elbow, nearly losing their balance. "K, so, that was rude," they said, rubbing their cheek. "K, so, don't go barging past me to steal some chocolate," you replied with a smart-ass attitude. Domino then pulled you down to their level. "He's not being mean, right?" they whispered. You glanced up to see Alastor glancing at you quickly. You gave a shy smile before looking back to Domino. "He's being nice. Hell, he summoned chocolate for me when either Angel or you ate all of it!" you whisper-yelled. "Hey, he's a powerful dude who could do terrible things without making a noise, so don't get mad at me for checking on you," Domino whispered. You scowled. "I can take care of myself!" you whisper-yelled at them. "Ya can? Is that why you almost got beat up by that gang of demons last month?" Domino asked quietly. "I could have killed them all, if you didn't interrupt," you told them. "It didn't look like it," Domino remarked. "I wanted to act all innocent and helpless that way when I murdered them all, it would be a huge surprise. But you had to get your cringy ass in there," you told them quietly. "But can you defend yourself against him?" Domino asked quietly, quickly glancing behind themself at Alastor. "No. Can you help me against him? I think not," you told them. "So-" Domino began, but you interrupted them. "I don't think he'll try to kill me," you told them quietly. Domino raised an eyebrow. You sighed in annoyance. "Trust me. I'll be fine. Just go," you told them. Domino huffed in response. "Alright, but don't get mad if you end up getting killed or...y'know...forced to...heh..yeah. But, you wouldn't mind that," they said with a wink. You clenched your fists. "Get out," you hissed at them. They shrugged and left the kitchen.

"Is everything fine, my dear?" Alastor asked after you cursed under your breath. "Hmm? Uh, yeah...Domino's just being an ass," you replied. You noticed Alastor staring at you. You raised your eyebrows and looked at him, as if asking "umm can I help you?". Alastor promptly took notice. "Weren't your eyes green before?" he asked. "What?" you asked. Either he has a great memory, or he literally stared at your eyes. "They're yellow now," he explained. "Oh, okay. My eyes do this really cool thing where when I'm happy, they're green. As I get mad, my eyes go to yellow, orange, and red. It's kind of an anger meter," you explained. "Interesting," Alastor said. You got a spatula and mixed the melted chocolate with some granola. 

"So what exactly is your dessert going to be?" Alastor asked. "It's gonna be really neat ice cream balls with chocolate granola coating," you explained. You began getting the ingredients for the ice cream while Alastor explained his jambalaya recipe. "You are going to love it!" he told you. "Hopefully," you replied with a nervous laugh. Alastor laughed. "Of course you will! Your grandmother's was not a proper recipe. I will show you how real jambalaya tastes! It's exploding with flavor...almost like how that snake exploded earlier!" Alastor said with a laugh. You smiled. Whatever anyone said, when he isn't trying to destroy someone, he's pretty fun to be around. Ding! Your phone notified you of a text from Domino. 

Domi: I found this. I figured it matched you good, seeing as Al's a killer ;)

https://youtu.be/HlCoJfLZV-U

You gritted your teeth and slammed your phone on the counter. "I'll be right back. I need to talk to Domino," you told Alastor before storming out of the kitchen. You saw Domino in a conversation with Angel and grabbed their arm roughly. "The fuck?" they muttered. "What the fuck were you thinking, sending that text? What is wrong with you!?" you asked, trying to be quiet. "I can read your signs, darlin'. I can tell you're into hi-" Domino was cut off. "I am NOT into him! I've explained this to you before, and I don't want to do it again! I don't want to make a big scene," you told them. "Uh...you're not really succeeding," Domino said, glancing behind you. You looked behind yourself and noticed Charlie and Vaggie looking at you curiously and Husk was getting drunk, as usual. You smiled at them and turned back to Domino. "We'll talk later," you said. Domino shrugged. You narrowed your eyes, and remembered something. You had learned ASL (american sign language) when you were alive, and taught Domino as well. "You're lucky I'm not going to kill you," you signed to them. Domino's eyes widened in amusement. You walked back towards the kitchen and heard Domino call out to you. You turned around. "Don't do anything," they told you with a wink. You knew what they meant. You clenched your fists and transformed into your full demon form. Your sight got a bit fuzzy for a moment. You smiled like a cheshire cat, with lots of little sharp teeth, and your voice changed into a more, well, demonic sounding voice. "Stop this RIGHT NOW or you will PAY!" You told Domino. Their eyes widened in shock. "I-i....uh..." they stuttered. "(Y/n)," you heard a voice call your name. Before you could stop yourself, you spun around to face the person. 

"WHAT!?" you yelled and gasped as soon as your recognized Alastor standing in the doorway of the kitchen. You transformed back to your normal self and placed your hand over your mouth. Your ears were pinned back in fear and your eyes were wide. Alastor was looking at you with an unreadable expression. He narrowed his eyes. One arm was behind his back, and the other was holding his microphone. His eyes faintly glowed red. "Oh shit..." you murmured. "You done fucked up!" Domino called out. You ignored them. You heard a radio static noise and cowered a bit. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you!" you said worriedly. Your hands were shaking a bit. You just yelled at one of the most powerful demons in Hell. Suddenly Alastor's demeanor changed back into his normal cheerful self. "It's alright dear! Just check who you are yelling at before you yell. Some demons might not spare you. Anyway, your ice cream machine made some beeping noises, and I figured I should get you," he explained. You sighed in relief. At least he didn't end you right then and there. You walked into the kitchen and worked on the ice cream as Alastor continued to make his jambalaya. 

It was quiet for most of the time while you and Alastor cooked in the kitchen. "You don't have to be scared of me, my dear. I won't hurt you," Alastor told you. You weren't even aware that you were tense, but your muscles relaxed after he said that. "I'm so sorry I yelled at you. I was just caught up in the moment, and I slipped up," you apologized. "Don't worry about it!" Alastor told you giving you a pat on the head. That pissed you off, but you'd never let him know that. Everyone taller than you patted you on the head, when you were alive and here in hell. It happened more often here, probably because you were a cat demon, which made people treat you more like a cat. 

"So what was that whole situation about?" Alastor asked, a humored sparkle in his eyes. "Domino said something that pissed me off," you answered. "Said or sent?" he asked. Your mind flashed back to when you slammed your phone on the countertop. You didn't take it with you. You didn't turn it off. Alastor saw it. "I-i-it must have been a joke or something," you laughed nervously. "You seemed to get extremely angry over a joke, my dear," he told you. "It was uhm...a stupid joke..." you responded awkwardly. "Stupid enough for you to threaten your friend's life?" he asked. "It was a...bad response. I have no reason to overreact to that text," you lied. Alastor looked at you, unconvinced.

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"Now, my dear, you should try this," Alastor said, scooping a bit of jambalaya onto a spoon. "I dunno...last time I had jambalaya, it was dry, flavorless, and tasted like fish...." you said. "Trust me, darling," Alastor told you. You really didn't want to, but it smelled really fricken good. Alastor held the spoon out for you. After a second of hesitation, you took the spoon and ate the jambalaya. Your eyes widened. It was so flavorful! Alastor watched you as you finished the bite. "That's fucking amazing!" you said. Alastor smiled proudly. "I told you, dear," he said with a matter-of-fact tone. "I need more of that!" you said. Alastor laughed a bit. "What's so funny?" you asked. "This whole time, you were saying that you didn't like jambalaya, and here you are, loving it!" he remarked. "Guilty as charged," you said with a shrug and a laugh. 

You heard someone clear their throat and looked behind you to see Domino standing there, arms crossed and a smirk on their face. You went from smiling to an unamused look very quickly as you stared at Domino. Alastor looked from you to Domino and back. "It seems you two have had a falling out," Alastor acknowledged. "Ya think?" Domino asked Alastor. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Alastor narrow his eyes at Domino. You sighed and stood up straight, facing Domino. "What do you need?" you asked. "Eh. Nothing much. Just checking in, making sure everything is okay," they responded. "Why wouldn't it be okay?" you asked, almost at the same time as Alastor. You tried not to smile. "Because, well, you're the Radio Demon," Domino said, gesturing to Alastor with one hand, "and you're just a normal cat demon," they continued, gesturing to you. 

"If something went wrong and Al got mad, you'd be done for," Domino said to you. "I don't think he'd do that. Hell, I just fricken yelled at him in full demon form and he didn't do anything dangerous," you explained. "Except for being dangerously attrac-" Domino was cut off by you. "Nope!" you yelled. "So you're saying he's not hot?" Domino asked with a smirk. You felt yourself heat up with embarrassment. Alastor looked at you curiously. "Well...he's...I mean, he is...I CAN'T TALK ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOWWW!" you yelled. You covered your face with your hand. "Come on, (y/n), we need an answerrrr," Domino urged you with a teasing tone. You peeked through your fingers at Domino who was standing with a mischeivious smile, and you saw Alastor watching you expectantly. 

You were panicking in your head. You didn't want to make Domino right, but you didn't want to offend Alastor by saying he isn't attractive. And if you said that Alastor wasn't attractive, that'd be a lie. Sure, he's not bad looking, but you weren't attracted to him. You gritted your teeth and closed your eyes tight, wishing you could just disappear. You were cornered. "You're a dick, Domino," you said with a dark tone in your voice. "Yeah, I know. But we still need an answer, don't we, Al?" Domino asked. "Please don't, Alastor," you said quietly as you glanced up at him. He looked thoughtful. "I don't think we need to force her to answer," Alastor said. You sighed with relief. "Since when are you a sensitive guy?" Domino asked. You ran across the kitchen and barged past Domino. 

You ran to your office and closed and locked the door. You extended your claws and scratched the desk, leaving deep scratches in the wood. You heard a knock on the door. "(Y/n), open up the door. I wasn't trying to fuck you up too bad!" you heard Domino say. "Fuck off, you little bitch!" you yelled. After a few minutes of silence, you calmed down and left the office again. Domino was going to make life very hard now.