𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 || One-sided Radiostatic ; Radiosilence

Chapter one, the meeting.

Vox was new to hell, it was a new place... A new world at the palm of his hands. He was scared and confused at times, still not getting gist of the whole being dead thing.

This day, he was wandering the streets of the pride ring, singing a song to himself. It was the only thing that kept his spirits high in a horrid place like this. As he strolled the streets of Hell, he noticed another sinner walking over to him.

The demon was tall, his exact height actually, if not an inch bigger. He had short, red and black hair, with an undercut. He also had two tuffs of fluff that looked like ears on the top of his head. He wore a striped red suit, the coat was tattered at the hem, also sporting some black slacks and gloves with red accents.

"Oh dear heavens, you look terrible, my lovely!" The demon that was now standing in front of him cooed, his voice staticky and low. He put the cane that he was holding onto the ground and used it to hold his weight, balancing on it as he leaned forward towards Vox.

"Uhm... Hello, sir...?" Vox mumbled back, looking towards the ground at his feet. He couldn't help but feel intimidated, frightened even. This man looked scary... Like he held lots of power. Yet, he tried to appear as confident as possible.

The man smiled even wider, his teeth were yellow, looking though he hadn't brushed them. "Don't be scared... I only hurt those who choose to cross me!" He continued, trying to seem as sweet as possible despite his devilish glare. "Now, my name is Alastor, a pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure! What is yours, my dear~?" He said, his face leaning even closer towards Vox's face, or screen.

"Uhm- it's Vox... It's nice to meet you... Alastor. Can I call you 'Al'?" He replied to the overly friendly stranger, a small, pink blush spreading across his screen. He started to feel fuzzy things in stomach, as if someone were stabbing it multiple times. He sighed faintly, he just met this creep.

Alastor seemed to ponder for a few moments, taking some time to evaluate Vox's appearance, sending chills down his spine. Then he opened his mouth... "Mmm...?" He murmured, starting to faintly hum. "Sure, why not? I suppose you can call me 'Al' if it makes you happy." He stated firmly, smiling a bit more softly now, almost as if it was... Genuine.

"GREAT! I mean- great, uhm- awesome. Okay, so, Al, is there any way possible that you could get me a job here?... I just-..." Vox's voice trailed off as he spoke, he then caught his breath and cleared his throat. "I'm just... New to Hell. I have no idea how to do anything." He said, putting his hands in the pockets of his quite frankly, ripped up pants.

The eerie man stared at him, suddenly he lit up in joy, like he had been waiting for this moment. "Why of course, my dear! You could... Sell me your soul, make a deal with me? How does that sound, hmm? And you'll work for me for all of eternity!" He said, lending out his hand towards Vox, green fire lit up in his palm, he waited for him to shake his hand.

He pondered for a moment, he gritted his teeth together, he didn't want to sell his soul already... He just literally got here. "Sell my soul?... Uhm- I don't want to do that, I just got here... Is there any other way?" He fought back, standing his ground.

"Another way?" Alastor abruptly said, as if he hadn't considered that, he must've thought that he would say yes to the offer. "Oh... Well, now that I think about it, do you like radio? Because you could be a host on my radio show! Hell! I'd even let you live with me." He went back to his happy-go-lucky, cheery personality, smiling at Vox even more now.

"Radio, huh?" He said back through a quiet mumble, back when he was alive, he was actually a TV salesman, he had forgotten radio even existed. However, he couldn't give up this opportunity, it would probably be the only one he'd ever get.

...

After a few minutes of thinking...

"Well, Al, you got yourself a deal." He was now waiting for Alastor to extend his hand back out for him to shake. Not as in he was selling his soul, but to just seal the deal with this guy.

"Lovely..." He said, his voice was no longer staticky, it sounded like it was his real one. He then put his hand out, Vox took it, they shook on it, causing green flames to abrupt from around them.

As it died down, Vox looked back at him, smiling now.

This was the start of a friendship, he had hoped.

[Author notes]

OKOKOKOK, so no, this is not going to be a very romantic story between Vox and Alastor. Cuz he is *cough* *cough* AROACE! But, I hope you enjoy what I'm writing here~ I'm trying to get back into fanfics, and what better than Hazbin Hotel ones? I mean, Alastor and Vox's relationship has always been on my mind since I started watching the show. Why not display what I think happened?

Stay tuned, my dears...

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