>{~ Static of different kinds || A Vox x Alastor story ~}<

Ch. 1; Whats this feeling? . . .

Vox would sit up from Valentino's bed, he had fallen for the Moth demon's flirts and comments after a night of partying with the other V's had ensued, causing him to be left with a killer hangover.

Vox would make his way over to the bathroom, looking in the mirror to see a rather large crack in his screen, 'who knows how that happened...' he wondered.

"Fucking great..." He would mumble to himself as he clenched his stomach, holding in his vomit.

But, as all of us, he could not. It came quick, consisting of mainly liquid, A.K.A, liquor. He would vomit into the sink, not making it to the toilet in time.

After vomiting his brains out [Not literally-], Vox would exit the bathroom to see a still sleeping Valentino.

"What time is it..." He would mumble to himself while getting dressed in his clothes from yesterday, man, he wished he had another pair, his attire was wrinkled and dirty, from the night mentioned before.

"Fucking hell..."

He would rub his temple, trying to make the pain of the hangover go away, or at least die down.
—————The Hazbin Hotel, 2:00 PM—————
"Hey kitty~" Angel purred at Husker, who was a very grumpy cat.

"Fuck off." Husk would scowl, being too hungover to come back with a clever insult or witty come-back.

"Only if you watch me~" Angel purred once more, leaning closer with his elbows on the bar counter.

Husk would turn away while cleaning out a glass cup with a rag. The slightest bit of blush on his cheeks.

Angel's expression would sour, being how 'his' kitty had just turned away from him.

Suddenly, Alastor would make his way down the stairs of the Happy- *cough* HAZBIN Hotel.

"Ah, why hello there my dear friend, Husker!" Alastor would wave cheerfully.

"Fuck off..." Was all Husk said to the Deer demon.

"Hello, Angel." He would say less cheerfully, but it didn't matter to Angel.

"Hey ya' Smiles." Angel would say while making a shooing motion with his hand.

Alastor would shake his head.
"Why, I think I'll go for a walk on this fine hell-ish afternoon!"

No response.

Alastor would grumble a bit, but his smile never strained.

With that, Alastor would exit the Hazbin Hotel, humming 'Your never fully dressed without a smile'.

——————Vox's "tower", 3:45 PM——————
Vox would be filing paperwork at his desk, for he had gotten cleaned up, The monitors that hung above watching over the building.

Then, all the doors to his office would shut locked, a gate-like thing dropping over them.

He would look up from the papers, pulling up a file on the biggest of all the monitors in front of him.

He would drag his mouse over to a file named "Stupid Red-Haired Deer", and click it.

It would pull up Alastor walking along the streets of his territory.

"That fucker!..." Vox said as he slammed his fist on the desk, but his face began to get warm, butterfly's in his stomach at the sight of the deer demon.

'No...' thought Vox.

'. . .' Everything seemed to slow.

"Yep." Vox said out loud, to nobody but himself.