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Cursing, bad grammar cause I'm not a good writer-
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12:24PM, Tuesday 19 February, XXXX
Valentino could still remember everything vox told him, those sentences ringed in his head. It was like a mixtape of those words he said, going on loop for hours and hours. Like some microchip device buried in his brain. Like a radio.
" Listen Valentino, you're overreacting. How do you think ranting about your so called ' tRaUmA' to me will impact our image? "
" Uhh..fuck it up? "
" GOOD! Now why don't you
shut your pussy mouth and make money. "
Valentino didn't think that way at all, he knew better than to speak his mind. He got so good at telling him what he wants to hear. Velvette was too self-indulged with her fashion and media obsession she could care less what was happening with the other Vees. Even they wished she'd learn respect from her last meeting. Instead she encouraged them to fight so they'd get killed by the angels and give the Vees an open door for them to take their place. Typical bottom feeder strategy, but they didn't care. Getting more money they could spent is their top priority. Valentino signed his contract, he hated his job but he continues as he vows.
3:05PM
Wednesday, 20 February
Vox was still ranting about his sudden 'meeting' with Alasastor from five minutes ago. He threw atleast 6 tantrums around the building. Velvette's meter bursted when Vox set her best fabric on fire, which caused an argument between them. Both of them have gone ballistic and Valentino didn't want to get involved.
He felt so lonely, he hated what he's doing with his life. He'd get so high on his cocaine he took his rage out on the 'twink'. He never apologized when he was sober, it would ruin their image! As Vox tells him. He had no choice but to listen. Valentino got everything because of vox and he hated it. He hated every single bit. He sometimes wondered if his own mother even loved him in the past life, he was such a disappointment to her. He never got the chance to be a movie director, he finally received that opportunity. It's just that he didn't get to execute it as he wanted. Although he didn't have family, it was assumed he had friends right? No. He had mental breakdowns, emotional episodes, mood swings... He never got taken seriously. He wonders if he would ever be loved. He thinks if he ever gets paid enough for this bullshit.
The last thing he needed to know was that a whole fandom dispised him.
For some alone time, he went upstairs. It was a long way but worth it. He got to the top of the big rectangular building and opened a hatch leading him to the roof. He leaned against a window wedge and sighed. He looked up at the blood sky, it started raining slightly. " shit... " he didn't have an umbrella, his clothes were going to get wet. What would vox think? He's a mess!? He smoked some pink drug and it smoothly escaped from his mouth. He could hear some footsteps. It seemed to be in his head so he ignored it. He then saw a red glow from the corner of his eye. He turned his head to see a slim man bending over with the support of his staff, smiling
menacingly holding a maroon umbrella to rub it in my face. It was the radio guy Vox hates. But why is he here? How is he here? He tilts my head before asking him " go away Alastor, and how did you get here? " I cross both sets of arms.
" Well you see, Nifty told me to get rid of pests! " Valentino gave a look 'really?' " I'm not a pest I'm a moth! An OVERLORD you're talking to! " Alastor say down beside Val and stated. " well, it's the same thing to me." He kept smiling weirdly, he hated the smile so he told him if he could stop smiling so much. " Oh you fool, this isn't my smile! Rather a tool I use to assert dominance over my rivals." " Uh..cool. " Valentino shoves his face in his knees, curling up in a ball like a cuccoon. Alastor would close his umbrella and bend over using his staff to lean on to to try and get a look of his face. " Hey, why the long face? " He looks up and tenses his eyebrows, joining them " Tch. Say for yourself " Alastor's right eye would twich. " Very funny. " He straightened his back again and looked at the blood red sky, straightening up his suit tapping some dust bunnies away. Turning his head back to Valentino, " Well, maybe...I can ask you the reason for this behavior? " Valentino straightened himself up and looked and looked back at the L+Ratio demon. " I feel like I have no will to control my own powers, I can only use them for the sake of my contract and WHY I signed it...I feel useless..all because I signed a stupid contract... " He sniffed and rubbed his noise and rubbed his eye. Alastor kneeled on his knee then sat down infront of the skinny moth. " Well, sometimes..I feel the same. I could relate. " Alastor lowered his eyebrows and made a softer and more serious face. Valentino raised a brow. Really? A guy like him? Alastor justified his statement, " Well, I also signed a contract. Sometimes I feel like ever since I got involved into it, my life became better...but it also became worse. " Alastor looked back and sighed, it had been a while since he vented to someone, especially about his contract with Lillith.
Valentino tilted his head and widened his eyes, he didn't think he'd relate to someone else because he thought he'd be alone. He thought nobody could understand or share his trauma. Nevertheless he was greatfull for the company " Thanks for comforting me.." he gave a soft smile and curved his eyebrows. Alastor raised a brow before stiffing himself up and clearing his throat, " Well, I never meant to comfort you! " Valentino looked up and lowered his eyebrows. " Really? " "Also, I got my clothes dirty for you three times now by sitting up and down!" Alastor gave an annoyed face, but of course did not forget to smile creepily. " Thanks asshole. " " Well, love to talk again but this podcast ends today! I have better things to do." And just like that, he disappeared.
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1100 words. Thank you for reading.
