TW: Depictions of violence and gore, murder, cannibalism, forced cannibalism, thoughts of suicide, possessiveness and kidnapping. EXTREMELY TOXIC STATICSILENCE! Sorry I'm like multiple days late to this prompt lmao 😭 Proceed with caution. Not beta read either. My brain is scattered!
Vox slowly awoke, his head spinning and pounding. He tried to move his arm, but it was restricted, along with the rest of his movement.
"Where the fuck a- Uuh-"
He was hit with a sharp pain in his stomach, like he was clenching his insides around a knife.
He tried to stand up, move around, but he could hear the chains that were holding him down. Great.
He couldn't remember anything, but he guessed that he had been kidnapped. Of course someone would want to, he was an Overlord. No one likes an egoistical Overlord. It was probably just some Imp he could pay off and then slaughter later.
But it was his surprise when Alastor, The Radio fucking Demon of all people, stepped out of the shadows. Oh. He had only just now realized that most of the room was dark anyways.
"Alastor? What are you doing? Where are we? Why am I in chains-"
"Tut-tut-tut, too many questions my good man. You know your manners, use them. Even in a kid kidnapping situation! My, look how you've changed."
Wow. His voice was even more heavy with static than normal. Alastor switched on the light, and Vox hissed at the brightness. He could now clearly see that there was a table in front of him, and that he was chained up to a wall opposite the door. Other than that, the room was empty.
Vox didn't bother to listen to the friendly rant Alastor went on as he bent over and undid Vox's chains, but keeping on the handcuffs on his wrists. They were too big for his wrists. It felt weird.
Alastor forced him onto his knees, resting the bottom of Vox's monitor on the edge of the table.
"So, how are you feeling Sparky?" Al said, poking at Vox's screen and antennas.
Vox winced at the nickname, and ignored the touching. He knew it wouldn't be of any use to try and ignore any questions or try and escape.
"I'm... Not good, you did just kidnap me. And you still didnt answer any of my questions. Cunt."
Vox could hear the crackle and the drop of the temperature in the room, just two of the small side affects that occured when Alastor was pissed off.
"Don't refer to me as that again." Vox nodded.
Alastor grinned harder, even though he already is most of the time, and fiddled with the antennas atop Vox's monitor. He ignored the gasp and the wet stain already forming between Vox's legs.
"So, my dear old friend. I do hope you are hungry~" Alastor said with a dark laugh, yanking on Vox's antennas as he reached further down the table.
Vox's eyes widened as a dog bowl was placed in front of him. It has some weird dark red mush in it. Upon closer observation, it had his name on it. Well that's a little humiliating.
"A-Al, what's- What's this?" Vox asked, his breath shaky.
Alastor's eyes quickly turned to ticking radio dials, and he judged the bowl towards the edge so that Vox would be able to reach it with his mouth.
"Why why, already excited to try! Hm, I will spare you the doubt and nervousness though. Why, I was making my way around your little tower, paying good visits to you and your friends~"
Vox tried to keep his breathing under control, but it kept getting shorter and faster. "Wh- What, Alastor, please tell me you didnt-"
Alastor cut him off, shoving his head down into the bowl harshly. "Eat, eat! You've lost so much weight over the years, can't be healthy if you never eat! If you loved your other Vees so much, I'm sure you'd love this dish as well."
Vox was in full panic now, and tried to lift his head up. "A-Al! Please, please tell me you didn't kill Velvette and Val, please, they're my family, I-"
Alastor hummed as he shoved Vox's head back down into the bowl, grinning at the sound of Vox glitching from tears getting into his system.
"Correction, I'm your family now, again! But I let you keep your little assistant! He didn't put up much of a fight anyways, and he's sleeping in the other room. You may talk to him once you finish your meal."
Vox sobbed. He could taste his two best friends in his mouth. He was going to kill himself. He was going to fucking kill himself the next chance he had. This had to be a nightmare, there's not any way Alastor would be this cruel to him- Well, he had been cruel to Alastor too. He figured he deserved something bad. But not being forced to eat his best friends!
Alastor hummed and continued to play with Vox's antennas. This was the punishment Vox deserved for betraying him. And the punishment that screechy doll and perverted moth deserved as well, taking his best friend and love away from him.
Now? Now, Vox was his and only his. He could keep the man at home, protect and love him, keep him as his perfect little housewife. Vox could be his wife. Vox will be. All his. His.
Wife.
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-I dont like the way it looks -Spent an hour on it -Still looks a little shitty -Al didn't even bother to clean up the table or himself -Everything else I've already explained in the story -Hehe
