Hi Alastor,I'm Such A Big Fan! - One Sided Radiostatic

I'm such a big fan Alastor!

Vox held the torn photo in his hands, feeling the rough torn edge. It was a vintage photo of Alastor, the only one that captured his face. A small part of his face was also visible. It was his most precious possession, although he hated to admit it. He couldn't tear his eyes away from it, even though he knew he should. He gazed at Alastor's smile, his antlers, his eyes. He listened to his voice in his head, his laugh, his words. He remembered the day they took this photo, the date scribbled on the back of the torn half. It was burned in his memory.

When Vox first arrived in Hell, he was a nobody. He still had his old 50s TV head, a relic from his past life. He had no friends, no enemies, no purpose. He only had the radio and the voice that came from it-the voice of Alastor, the Radio Demon. Every morning, day, and evening, Vox tuned in to Alastor's show, mesmerized by his voice. It was soothing and melodic, like a lullaby and a song. It was entertaining and captivating, like a story and a joke. It was powerful and influential, like a command and a threat. Vox loved every podcast, every song, every topic.

He recorded most of his shows, keeping them as his secret collection. He listened to them over and over, memorizing every word, every tone, every pause. He dreamed of meeting Alastor, of talking to him, of being with him.
Years later, Vox hated Alastor. He hated his voice, his smile, his eyes. He hated his show, his songs, his topics. He hated everything about him. He made a ranking list of all his podcasts, with a long explanation of why each one deserved to be in the F tier. "F" for "fuck you Alastor".

Vox had been a TV personality in his mortal life, but he had a secret passion for the radio. Sometimes, he would take a break from the screens, from the cameras and the lights, and tune in to the radio waves. He was fascinated by the invisible signals that carried voices and music across the air. He was especially drawn to the radio personalities, the ones who could captivate and entertain millions of listeners with their charisma and wit. He wanted to be like them, to have his show and his audience.

That's why, when he died and ended up in Hell, he was thrilled to discover that there was a radio station in the underworld. And not just any radio station, but the most popular and influential one, run by none other than the infamous Radio Demon himself, Alastor. Vox had heard of Alastor before, of course. Everyone in Hell had. He was a legend, a force of nature, a master of chaos and carnage. He was also a mystery. He wanted to know more about the Radio Demon. He wanted to hear more than his voice, to see his face, to meet him in person.

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The day Vox met Alastor was the happiest day of his life and afterlife. It was a pure coincidence, a stroke of luck... He had followed the radio waves to the exact location where Alastor was interviewing a victim on his morning show. He hid behind a dumpster, careful not to be seen by Alastor, or to interrupt the podcast. He watched in awe as the interviewee was released after a satisfactory performance, and as the Radio Demon spoke his usual end to a podcast.

"Now, my dear listeners, it's time to bid you adieu! I hope you've enjoyed today's program, full of music, news, and entertainment. But alas, all good things must come to an end, and so must this show. But don't you worry, my friends, I'll be back soon, with more surprises and delights for your ears. Until then, remember: stay tuned, stay alert, and stay 'alive'!"

Vox gathered his courage and approached Alastor, hoping to introduce himself. He wanted to make a good impression. He didn't notice that Alastor had already spotted him, his ears twitching at the sound of his footsteps. Alastor turned his head sharply, followed by his body. He faced Vox, his microphone in hand, wearing a red suit and a smile. He had antlers, sharp teeth, and yellow eyes glowed with malice. He looked at Vox with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.