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

Ch. 7; Waking up.

Alastor would wake up within Vox's arms, which prompted him to nuzzle Vox's chest.

Vox would slowly awake, with the radio demon nuzzling him.

"Morning Al..." Vox said groggily.

"Good morning, my dear." Replied Alastor.

"Did you... uh, sleep well?..."

"Mhm."

Vox would caress Alastor's back with his arm, before trying to get up, immediately being pulled back down.

"Al... I gotta-"

"No." Said Alastor, snarling.

Signing in defeat, Vox would lay back down, hugging Al.

Little did the two know, a very short demoness saw them, took a picture, and began tip-toeing away quickly and quietly.

————The Hazbin Hotel, 11:32 AM————

Charlie would be pacing around the lobby, Vaggie trying to console her.

"So... why's Charlie freaking out this time?" Asked Angel.

"Al's missing." Replied Husker.

"Uh huh." Said Angel.

"Calm down hun-"

"I can't, what if he's hurt?!" Charlie worried.

As if on cue, Alastor burst through the doors.

"Why, hello my dears!-" Exclaimed Alastor.

"ALASTOR!" Yelled Charlie as he entered.

Charlie would run up to the deer, trying to give him a hug, but was stopped by Alastor's Microphone-staff.

"Yes, that's my name." Alastor said as a joke.

Silence.

Alastor would pat Charlie's head.

"Fear not if I'm out late, I think I can take care of myself!" Alastor said, slightly bragging.

Charlie would giggle a bit.

"Alright Al!" Charlie would then leave to attend other matters, followed by Vaggie.

"So smiles... why where ya' really out?" Asked Angel.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about!" Replied Alastor.

"He's saying that you're lying." Mumbled Husk.

"Well then, I can assure you I'm not!" Alastor would exclaim, walking away from this conversation.

"Whadda ya think he was doin'"

"I don't fucking know..."

———Velvet's fashion studio, 12:02 PM———

Velvet would be picking the latest 'trendy' outfits and accessories of hell, but something was nagging her, and her employees couldn't figure it out.

"Boss, what's wrong-" Asked an imp with a clip board, but they were cut off.

"Nothings fucking wrong, out of my sight, NOW." Velvet replied, somehow already irritated.

The imp would quickly leave, not wanting to get back-handed or killed.

"Izzy."

At that name, a sinner that seemed to be a fashion designer would be there.

"Yes?"

"Take over, DO NOT fuck up."

With that, Velvet would strut out.

"Later, bitches!" She would call out to her employees, before leaving.

Velvet would walk, ✨Sassyly✨, to her next destination, Vox's office.

——————Vox's office, 12:23 PM——————
Vox would sit at his desk, wondering why Alastor had gone with it.

"This doesn't make sense..." Mumbled Vox.

"What doesn't make sense, bitch?" Said Velvet, making Vox jump in his seat.

"FUCK!-" Yelled Vox as he turned in his swivel chair.

"The hell do you want?!"

"I saw you in bed, with Alastor."

". . ."

Silence.

"W-What?... no! I-I'd never!" Vox said, desperately trying to not sound suspicious.

Velvet would go on her phone, to her camera, pulling up a photo of the two in bed under the covers, cuddling.

". . ."

"Well, what you gotta say now, piss baby?" Velvet said with a smirk.

"Alright... fine, yes, we fucked, so?"

"So?"

"SO?"

Vox would be a little surprised at Velvets shouting.

"Keep it down..." Vox said, trying to get Velvet to calm down.

Velvet would calm down.

"Well, you guy's official?- oh, and Val knows."

"I don't think so- WHAT?!" Vox exclaimed.

"Yeah, he's pissed."

"Fucking hell..." Vox would sigh, turning back around in his chair.

"You know, you guys should go on a date."