Onewaybroadcast Stories

Back when everything was simple, back when Alastor and Vox's friendship had no holes, back when the code didn't malfunction. Back when Vox was truly happy. . . . OR since my summaries suck, basically what I think Alastor and Vox's friendship was like seven years ago + a headcanon of mine about Vox's computer code (I don't know how to actually code or do python don't send people after me please) (Cross-posted on ao3. Inspired by For the Good Times over on ao3)