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This is a Radiostatic fic centered around Alastor and Vox, set right after Season 2.
Vox has lost everything, his body, his influence, his control.. and now exists only in fragments across Hell's systems (still has his head though), quietly rebuilding himself through abandoned networks and broken screens. He's not gone. Just... not whole.
Alastor, meanwhile, is back at the hotel, freer than ever. No deals. No limits. And when he notices the strange signal disturbances spreading through Hell, he doesn't stop them. He watches. New Entertainment, innit?
Things go wrong when Vox attempts a full signal synchronization to restore himself-and Alastor obviously interferes, not to help, but to dominate. Instead of one winning, something breaks.
They create "Dead Air": a layer between signals made of corrupted broadcasts and overlapping identities. And inside it, something new begins forming.. something that wants both of them.
Now Vox must reclaim the parts of himself trapped inside it, while Alastor tries to understand it without losing control. Forced cooperation, tension, and very bad decisions included.