Radiodust: Something to think about ☁️

Sing and Dance with me~

Angel Dust's POV:

I wake up from Fat Nuggets and Al's sleepin', again. They were so goddamn loud but so cute. I hold my breath as I try ta slip out from Al's hug, but I slip out fine. I start ta rub my eyes as I walk ta my bathroom, beginnin' my routine. I yawn as I finish up and see Fat Nuggets wigglin' his lil fat body and lookin' up at me. He squeals, loudly, and starts to run around me. I see Al start to turn in bed. I pick the lil pig up and wag a finger at 'im. "Shush! Nuggets don't wake Al up!" I whisper shout at him. I look towards Nuggets food bowl and see it's empty. "Oh, that's whatcha want, huh?" I ask the pig. He starts to wiggle outta my hands and falls to the ground with a hella loud thump. I try ta stop my laugh as I pour Fat Nuggets his food. I keep on rememberin' how loud the thump was and I keep on laughin'. I snort pretty loud and immediately look at Al. He was still fast asleep and mumblin' to himself. I sigh with relief and walk outside. "Oh shit!" I yell to myself. I fuckin' forgot ta put on clothes! I opened the door again and sprint ta my closet. I duck under my closet door and pick out my suit. I put on my clothes and walk out again. As I start to walk, I feel somethin' tiny on my legs. I look down and see Nifty. "Oh hey Nifty. How are ya?" I ask her as I keep on walkin'. "Oh! I'm doing just fine Angel! I was gonna ask if I could clean your room!" Nifty ask with joy. "Eh, you can't, sorry Niffty" I feel bad denyin' her but Al's sleepin'. "Whyyyyyyyyyyyy Angel" Niffty says loudly. I cover her mouth with my glove and she bites it. "Ow Niffty! It's cause... uhh" I think to myself, what can I say "Oh! It's cause one of my clients is in there. Yeah, he's in there alright." I say awkwardly, I could tell she was suspicious. I keep on walkin' and Niffty stops me again "It's fine! It's not the first time I've cleaned up while one of your clients were here! Ok? Ok! I'll go clean up now, bye!" Niffty says as she runs ta my room. "Niffty stop! Com' 'ere !" I yell out to her. But I'm to late and she runs in my room.

I run fast to my room and see Niffty dustin' my desk. My eyes widen in anger as I see her runnin' around my room and cleanin' it. "Niffty, com' on. Get over 'ere." I say through my teeth, dangerously soundin' like my mom when she's mad. Niffty gets on top of the bed and dust Alastor's nose off and chuckles. Niffty then zooms to me and yells "Done!" I glared at how loud she was, but I looked around the room and seen it was spotless. Even the clothes from last night were gone and put into my laundry. "Uh, thanks Niffty. Just. Don't. Fuckin'. Barge. In. My Room. Again." I say, threatenin' her. Niffty smiles wider as she runs outta my room. I look to Alastor, and see he's awake, scannin' the room like he always does.

Alastor's POV:

I wake up and scan the room. Angel's room, I note. It's smells exactly how I remember it from last night, sweet and strong of strawberry perfume. I see Angel staring at me, and a yellow blurb run out of the room. I point to it with a bewildered expression, practically asking Angel "What the hell was that" with my eyes. He shrugs and and begins "Eh, I don't know." My Angel walks towards me and kisses me on the forehead. "How are ya feelin'?" Angel ask. Almost as soon as he says that, I feel a sharp pain in my rear and throat. I groan, and start to get up. Angel places his hand on my stomach.

"Ay, lay down. I don't want ya hurtin' ya self" Angel pleads. I lay back down. "I have to get back up soon Angel dear. Today is broadcast day, remember?" I question in a hoarse voice. Ahh, broadcast day, oh how I love it. It's where I broadcast a radio wave to control demons. This is how I got to the top, by controlling others. I usually make them fight or kill themselves. Or I'll just bring those demons to myself, kill and eat them. I can see Angel mentally slap himself as he starts "Oh shit! I fuckin' forgot. How could I forget?! I'm so sorry Al, I-" I cut Angel off with a finger to his mouth. "It's fine dear... My listeners will have to just deal with my voice" I say in a matter of fact tone, trying to sound confident but ultimately sounding like a sick cat. I see Angel's smile peek into his face, his gold tooth poking out of his lovely smile. "Maybe I, I don't kno', could uh..." Angel mumbled on. "You could host broadcast day?" I finished. Angel nodded his head vigorously. "Is my Angel ready to broadcast?" One of the voices in my head says. "I don't think so, he's a wild card!" Another voice retaliates, "But, don't we love him?" One voice speaks up.