Y/n had finally unpacked her very last box and sighed in victory, she had finally moved into her very first house. The very last thing that she pulled out of the very last box was a red vintage radio that her grandpa who had passed away had gifted her before he died. She placed it on a wide ledge of a very beautiful window in her living room. She loved to collect old antique things, clean them, and put them on shelves. Y/n saw them as special and unique treasures so she took it upon herself to collect them. She had old glass pots and tea cups on a beautiful tray with gold lining overlapping the edges with a floral touch. Y/n like to enjoy the beauty of what the past looked like because truly nothing today could compare to that classical beauty that was trapped in the past. Y/n smiled and plopped on her small couch, taking a breather, all that lifting and carrying had tired her out. She had managed to unpack every box and carry everything into the house, she was proud of herself for accomplishing that alone. She wanted her house to seem neat and simple, yet unique and classic. And it was! She exhaled and then grew uneasy with the quietness of the new house. She looked at the old radio, I wonder if that old thing still works. She curiously climbed on the floor to the windowsill and picked it up.
"Take care of this,' Her grandpa had said to Y/n while she had revealed it from a beautiful crimson box. "It's vintage, therefore there is never gonna be another one like it, just like you my dear. Truly, one of a kind.' Y/n had remembered tearing up at her grandpa's words. He truly believed that she was special. She smiled hugging it at the thought of him.
"Whether it works or not, it is still an amazing treasure and good riddance, it's almost 100 years old.' She said to herself playfully. She twisted a little nob that turned it on and was almost deafened by strong static. She jumped and almost dropped the radio. She caught it before it hit the cold tile flooring and exhaled in relief. "That was way too close,' Then her moment of thankfulness was interrupted by her own stomach. Y/n put her old radio on the kitchen counter and looked in her fridge. Even in the process of unpacking everything, she knew she had to get to the store before they had closed. She had finished unpacking at about 11:45 at night. It was about midnight now. She ripped open a ramen noodle packet and started to boil it on her stove. She hopped everything in the kitchen would work properly, the fridge seemed fine and so did the stove, that's a plus. The house she bought wasn't in bad shape, it just needed to be cleaned and shown some tender love and care. Y/n had plenty of that to give. While the noodles cooked, she fiddled with her little red radio. The static roared again but she turned the tuner and found a station the station was clear and full of weird adds she'd never heard of.
"Now back to 666 news with Katie KillJoy and Tom Trench,'
"Wtf? 666 news? Katie Killjoy..?
"I am your dashing host, Alastor, and today it is quite a wild day in the flaming pit of hell! As you saw in today's picture show, the daughter of Satan wishes to rehabilitate sinners! Demons all over hell are laughing at the very mention of becoming a better person just for the better of the world!'
"What kinda crack show is this?' Y/n laughed and reached to turn the radio back off. "What a garbage station,' She shuts the cute little machine off and stirs her noodels when she is all the sudden interrupted by a huge wave of force that knocked her on her ass. She grunted in annoyance from hitting her head on the tile floor. "Ah, my head! What the hell..' She moaned rubbing her head.
"Garbage Station??!!' A voice boomed as Y/n turned to see a glowing red figure standing two feet in front of her. before she could even speak, the figure grabbed her hair and pulled her off the ground. He brought her to his height which was about 6'5 and stared deeply into her eyes with crimson ones that looked empty but full of static. "No one ever trash talks my station!' He exclaimed at her, revealing his sharp yellow pointed teeth.
"Ah! Don't hurt me! I'm sorry! Your station is fine!' Y/n cried out of helplessness crying from pain and fear as he held her by her hair. The figure only stared at her with static and radio essence emitting from him.
"Wait a minute,' he dropped her onto the floor as she yelped in pain and backed into a wall, widening the distance between them. "I'm with the livng aren't I?' He looked down to her.
"W..what are y-you?' Y/n asked at his frightening red form.
