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After that eventful day and catching a ride back from the bayou with Alastor which was an event in itself.Vox eventually made it home in mostly one piece.
One the way back he had picked up some food it was a type of sandwich called Mrs drake it was pimento cheese flavoured it was pretty good he would admit
He was enjoying it until a gull took half of his sandwich from his grasp when he wasn’t paying attention. which was just another fuck you from God or whatever higher being was up there that just fucking hated him
After watching his sandwich, being eaten by a a fucking gull and making it to his hotel room he was tired. Actually, he was more than tired about five seconds from passing out
Every fibre in his being was screaming for him to just sleep so that’s what he did because
As soon Vox was in arms reach of his bed he unceremoniously flopped onto his bed with as much grace as a dying chicken.And as soon as Vox could feel the stiff mattress beneath him he passed out.
Suddenly vox was awake.
He was still inside of his bed. But something felt off like he was in a dream, but. He could still move and he could feel his nails dig into his palms once he tried. So it was “real” but something was wrong
It felt wrong
The room was just as it was when he fell asleep the sky was dark stars shown in the sky. The room was dimmed no lights were on the only light being the moon outside and a flickering street lamp
Slowly static started to emerge from the vintage radio on the table.
At first, the static was quiet, quiet enough you couldn’t hear it unless you’re actively listening for it then it got louder and louder until it enveloped the whole room.like a blanket of noise.
Broken sentences started to emerge from the old radio he could only hear some of the words that were being spoken to him
“The fuck” vox spoke groggily his voice still heavy from the little to no apparent sleep he had
As Vox was distracted trying to figure out what the hell what’s going on. He heard the bathroom door creep open.
Vox suddenly started scrabbling backwards blindly until his head hit the backboard
Vox watched as the shadows started moving around him, it felt all too familiar but wrong at the same time.
Panic mixed with euphoria starting to drown out his other senses
He had seen hundreds of radios do the same thing in hell but this time it was. Different he wasn’t in hell. And that wasn’t Alastor..
First of all the fucker was still alive but second it was wrong. Sure they looked the same, but how they were moving was off. They were uncoordinated, unlike the military precision that Alastor had with everything he did literally. When he was at his apartment he accidentally gratitude his bedroom, and his bed was folded in fucking hospital corners.
“Who is-” he was interrupted as the broken fragments of sentences, the radio was screeching started to make sense. As if the radio had tuned itself.
“Ŷ0Ǔ ĶĮĻĽ€DŤĦÊM AŁĻ FØŘ ŇØŤ#/ÑĠ. ŤĦËŶ ÐÌÍĖĎ BÊÇÂÚ§Ê ØF ŶŸŶ0Û”
The words were heavily disordered static muffling them, but they were still clear and still sharp enough to cut deep into his ears.
“ŤĦĚŸ ÐÏÊĎ ŴØŃÐÉŘÍŇĠ ÍF ŶÓÜ ĚVĘŘ ĆÆŘ-ÊĎ. ŤĦĚŶ ÄŘĘ ÐĘǍÐ & Ť#ÊŶ ŴØŃÞ ĊØMĒ BB@ČĶ”
Vox stayed silent eyes wide in what seemed to be horror as the radio cut open his deepest wounds he hid under a facade of indifference and sarcasm.
“ŶØÜ ǍŘÉ ØŇ-|ĽŶ ĦÊŘÊ BÊĆ-@٧€ ÖF ŤĦĚŘ MĚŘĆŶ. ŤĦÊĨŘ ÊŇŤÊŘŤÂMÊŃȚ Ŷ0-Ű ÂŘĚ ŃŒŤ#ĮŃĠ”
Vox suddenly felt like he was being watched. He turned his head around, breaking eye contact with the radio-
Why are there eyes on the walls?
Why are they watching him?
“Ġ-Ø-Ð ĨŠ ŴǍĆĦĨŃĠ ĠÕ-Ď-D ĨS MÊŘÇŶFŪĻŁ”
His head snapped back to the cathedral radio as it continued to speak the eyes followed his every move watching him like a trapped mouse
“BÚŤ ĠØĎ Ø ØŅĻŸ ĦÃȘ §Ø MŮĊĦ M-M-MĘŘĆÝ ŤØ ĠĮ-VË”
The radio stopped making sense after that when you’re leaving out harsh shrieks, and static that mad vox's ears ring
Vox feel his throat close up his panic, taking away the air from his lungs
Why did he smell- oh wait why did he smell blood?
Where did his lungs go?
Where were they?
He swore he just had them
Who took them?
Who took his lungs?
Vox slowly looked down and saw his open rib cage
He noticed that the opening wasn’t clean or tidy; it was a giant gaping hole in the middle of his chest.
His ribs were forced apart, like someone had torn them apart by hand he could see blood oozing from every single crevice.
The white bone of his ribs turned red. There were blood vessels here and there that had gushing out blood as his heart tried to frantically to give blood flow to the rest of his body, but ended up just squirting blood everywhere
“Oh…..”
How was he still here? How was he breathing without his lungs?
Vox's “ breathing” intensified I see stared down his hands that were coated in the warm blood. He would never stop getting surprised at how warm blood actually was.
But somebody took his lungs, he didn’t know why.
He looked back up towards his walls that were still covered in the eyes. They were watching him, looking at his open rib cage, staring at pieces of him he never showed anybody before
Vox grabbed his blanket and tried to cover his open rib cage, but they kept staring
“ stop looking at me…” Vox mumbled, clutching the blanket closer to himself as the blanket started to turn red from the blood.
It looked like ink in water, spreading pigment all over the blanket, staining it red, that made him feel more exposed he didn’t want the eyes to know he was weak and vulnerable he desperately wanted them to stop looking at him
But they just kept watching with the same cold blank expression.
The static from the radio only seemed to get louder somehow as it started to drown out his thoughts
He felt as if he was underwater. Everything was too loud yet muffled at the same time.
He had killed them with his own two hands. They were gone
He was alone..
He had no one except for the same person who had tried to kill him more times then he could count
the one that had used him at his disposal, using him like nothing more than a tool in his sick game
He had mocked him made him seem like a fool in front of hell. In front of that bar
Destroyed him he lost everything and yet-
He still loved despised him with a burning passion
But now he was alone truly alone no one he had no one not one of the billions of people the he had met the ones he had inspired guided-
None of them cared
Static intensified from the radio. It was the only sound that he could hear. It made his way into his mind drowning out everything.
But he still couldn’t forget, but looks on their faces as they killed them all. They looked so-….
Betrayed…
He had betrayed the only people who would even look him in the eye and see him, not the television demon, not the persona he put on for the cameras Vox, they saw Vox.
All of a sudden, everything just stopped and the radio turned back to normal. The eyes disappeared. The shadows went back to normal. His lungs were back in his body. It was like nothing happened.
Even though everything else had stopped Vox's thoughts didn’t
Vox didn’t sleep that night he just stayed awake doing anything to try to distract himself on what just happened