A/N Yo it's your host Dial Girl finally updating this after like 2 weeks because of other projects I had to do like different stories and a collaboration with another writer during that time, I forgot about you guys hopefully none of you guys had to eat each other and finally me bringing back some food for you to consume! This chapters going to be short / close standard long since I have a big project coming up might not come out in a week but during that time I'll update this don't worry i'll finish this story just in a long distance of time! Anyways no more crying and being bit much it's time to start this, at 66.6FM "Dial on Air" this is Enemies to Lovers by Dial Girl!
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Maybe the mistake was him he thought maybe none of this would happened is he wasn't being the mistake. Vox sits in his chair looking at Helltube drinking a bit much and being in his chair drunk as ever, where did everything go wrong? It's been a few days after the incident that left him in the cabin all alone after one stupid mistake he caused. The only thing he does now is just look at old videos of him and Alastor both of them going to dinners 4 times (< good writing) and him editing the next phone to be as useless as the next one.
As he sits there wondering when this will end even though it fells like it already has Vox still has some spare love in him that will dry, into nothing. As he puts his elbow onto the side of the chair and his hand into his head being a headache he looks up at the ceiling. He goes over to his mouse, dragging it, and clicking Hellify. He goes over to his sad playlist and clicks play then the first song comes on. He puts his arm on the sides of the chair, his hands down as he looks up again, tear.
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~The past~
(Mitski | First Love/ Late Spring)
The time was after soon later after the tragedy that struck the last time we have came before and now, where at the pent house again. The sky seems dark and the time is night and Vox stands there with Velvette and Valentino and the loud chatters of torment.
"What the Fuck Vox!" Velvette says furious.
"Look I can Explain!" Vox quickly says.
"Why the hell would you broadcast yourself with that fucking stupid deer!" Velvette yells.
"Doing your, stuff!"
"Don't call him that, and it was an accident!" Vox covers.
"How are you suppose to give out a speech tomorrow with our people laughing at you!" Velvette speaks.
"You will ruin the company!"
"Well..." Vox plays.
"Well what!?" Velvette yells.
"I don't know!" Vox says.
"Well I can't do anything it's too viral and theres too much videos posts about it already!" Velvette yells.
"What am I going to do!" Vox yells.
"How about we go and do some stuff in my room?~" Valentino speaks.
"Shut the fuck up Valentino!" Vox yells.
"Come on-" Valentino spoke.
"No I'm tired of you!" Vox yells.
"You know you don't mean that." Valentino calms Vox.
"Yes I fucking do!" Vox resists.
"Well stop acting like that and go!" Valentino yells.
"Fuck you!" Vox calls Valentino.
"Hm!" Valentino crosses his arms walking away.
As Vox watches him walk away he is turned to Velvette who sits there with wide eyes.
"That's the first time you have ever went your way instead of Valentino's" Velvette says.
"I know..." Vox speaks.
"Now... what..."
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As he looks comes back up from his detour he looks back at his screen to show it has passed hour. The music has stopped and the room feels dull as ever as the dark comes in the room, maybe not the first not the second but the last. Maybe it was just that day remember him like seeing him the first time, again (reference). As Vox looks over at the screen when he stares into blank he would feel the same being shown truth, or any at least. He goes and moves his chair to grab of the many bottles has been chugging down for the past days.
Maybe this time he was ready to move on all those petty days spent with him, all those acts of love all down. As the feelings go cold it felt like torture but yet it had to be done. Maybe the world didn't end but one's lives can feel the need to, perchance Vox. As he looks over at the knife he has on his desk his hand feels a sudden hesitation, in the forest a live can go loss in some despair from others leading one away. The poor shadow was lost in the forest no where to go and nowhere to be but to keep going.
But once it feels almost too late maybe it is time to let some of it go, forever.
As he looks at the knife he hears a sudden sound come from himself as he puts the knife in his hand looking at the sharpness or any other attention. Once the sky turns dark and the day is gone maybe you can leave the day sad but whatever pushes one to his limit he can at least get rid of it, but he could only feel it go down his arm. The blood goes down Vox's arm as he watches it go down to the heartless floor and him. As he watches it go down his arm...
He smiles...
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A/N: It's your host Dial Girl, it's the evening. 66.6FM says thank you. My word, it has healed my violin, I don't know why but it feels cold and yet, the drip down felt warm.
Next broadcast on July 4, 2024...
Underground forever...
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◼︎July 2 (Morning), 2024◼︎
Polished: June 2, 2024
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~ᴱⁿᵉᵐʸˢ ᵗᵒ ᴸᵒᵛᵉʳˢ~ (Vox x Alastor)
Fanfiction~Enemys to lovers~ ■□■□■□ ♡Vox and Alastor Ship!♡ □■□■□■ 《Warning: includes 18+ themes and language!》 ■□■□■□ ☆Started☆ February 25 (Midnight), 2024 ☆Ended☆ ??? ■□■□■□ ☆Updates☆ Wednesday and Fridays! □■□■□■ ☆Fanfiction: Hazbin Hotel☆
