Posing For A Picture | Radiostatic

† | Chapter Six | †

† | CHAPTER SIX | †

† | MOTH DRAWN BY LIGHT | †

Vox slowly opened his eyes. He rolls over in his bed before staring at the ceiling in silence.

What am I even doing?

He thought, sighing tiredly.

Maybe I can try again later... Maybe he'll change his mind.

Vox hesitantly sits up, before his vibrates with his morning call from Valentino. He grunts, rubbing his screen tiredly before answering, the contact moving onto the TV on his wall.

Valentino was annoying, but at least It'd be someone to talk to.

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"Good morning, Voxxy~!" Valentino purred with a wide smile as he finally got Vox to answer.

He'd been rejecting Valentino's calls while he was at the hotel, but now that he was back at the tower, he didn't feel like having to do that.

"Morning, Val."

Vox muttered, getting out of bed and starting his routine. "Well, you look like shit!" Val hummed before tilting his head on his side of the screen. "Great. Thanks." Vox grumbled in response. "Well, what's wrong?" Val asked, raising a brow as Vox began to unbutton his pajamas. "Alastor isn't fucking dead. That's what's wrong, Val."

Valentino paused, giving Vox a mocking sympathetic smile. "Oh, isn't that something."

Vox grumbled underneath his breath. "You're lucky, I don't squash you with a fucking fly swatter."

"Oh, how the might do fall. Why don't you forget him? I can fix all the damage he's done to you~..."

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The Hotel was fairly quiet today, Charlie woke up early to start Vox's activities as usual, but he wasn't there. She asked Alastor and he gave her a simple answer.

' he just left '

She didn't want to force him back so she let it be.

Alastor spent the morning in his radio tower, until his rotary phone rang, and he got up to answer.

He really tried to distract himself with this, but unfortunately, this call was only going to make him feel worse.

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Alastor picked up the phone, holding it up to the side of his face, one ear pinning down to reach where the sound came out. He leans against the wall, his free hand twirling the wire.

"You've reached The Hazbin Hotel's Hotline. This is he Radio Demon speaking, state your name and business." Alastor hummed.

"Alastor." The voice on the other side grumbled. He immediately recognized the voice. How could he forget? Years of merciless beatings wouldn't let him forget.