A Realization (A Radioapple/Appleradio story)

Ch 11 Desperation

“I’m gonna do it.”

Veggie speaks tossing her hands in the air. Alastor hears her shoes click against the floor.

“come on toots, I know ya miss your girlfriend but….this…this isn't a good idea.” Angel speaks in a Sympathetic voice. Vaggie growls slightly. “We need all the help we can get.” Vaggie speaks.

Angel and husk give her a look. “But….trust me the Vees are no-one to mess with.” vaggie clutches her fist turning around to face angel, who is sitting on the couch in the lobby. Husk sits next to him and alastor stands in the corner briefly listening to the argument unfold before him. “I WILL do WHATEVER it takes to save Chalrie, and if that means getting fucking interviewed by the fucks him name that THATS WHAT I'LL DO.” Husk stands stepping in front of angel, one arm outstretched Protectively.

“Hey, he's just lookin' out for you be respectful.”

Vaggie sighs rubbing her forehead. “please vag, trust me its not safe….uh…alastor.” Angel points over to alastor making the radio demon raise an eyebrow. “You agree don't you? Isn't vox like, your enemy or something?” Alastor laughs. “Ha ha, its more of vox obsessively watching me.”

“w-what?”

“never mind that, anyhow, if miss vaggie what's to go onto that picture box with vox that's completely her decision.” Vaggie nods “I'll be back soon, Lucifer is In charge while I'm gone so no-one, ALASTOR, disrespect him.” Alastor laughs flipping his cane from in between his fingers. “nonsense my dear, I assure you there will be no such actions persuade.” Vaggie give alastor a sceptical look.

……

Its been a long day.

Has it been a day?

Is it still nighttime?

How much hours has passed?

What time is it?

Chalrie trys to sit up straighter against the wall she's been leaning agents. After a few minutes Chalrie have up slouching again.

Chalries eyes where puffed from crying, her throat dry from speaking to herself all day.

The door swings open. Maybe its vaggie! She's found me and coming to save me! I knew she could do it! But, unsurprisingly, its vox he's clutching a small flashlight in one hand a remote in the other. Chalrie weakly lifts her head up. “Good afternoon princess.” voxs voice feels half like a relieve to Chalrie. Hearing only your own voice for hours on end can make someone feel that way. “foods on the way, it'll be about 30 minutes.” Vox pulls a chair from a corner sitting about 4 feet away from Chalrie. “gotta little president for you.” Vox switches on a large T.V in the center of the room Chalrie never knew was there.

“at exactly 4:21 PM my news station will be hosting a….special event. Then.” Vox stands up from his chairs walking around it. “tonight at 6:00 PM I think.” Vox mutters. “You'll have a special guest fun day right?” Chalrie doesn't answer. “That's what I thought, now I must leave.”

And finally, Chalrie speaks. “Thanks.” Charlies voice is dry. Vox turns around a confused expression on his face. “T…thanks?”