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Alastor’s heels clicked down the hallway of Vox’s monitor room, carrying his microphone behind his back, before setting it against the floor behind Vox’s chair. He glanced towards the screens above and around, raising a brow in disgust, before looking down. “Working hard, or hardly working, hmm?” He lowered his head, facing the other Demon’s screen, with his usual grin plastered on.
“Oh, fuck off,” Vox rolled his eyes, waving Alastor away. “More work than you’re doin’.”
“Haha, I would believe quite the contrary my dear, radio is quite a strenuous profession! And where is your smile? Y’know you aren’t properly dressed without one~!” Alastor chuckled, now moving to the side of the chair, outstretching his hand. “I believe you are in due time for a break, and what’s better than a dance?”
The TV demon looked skeptical, looking from the other’s hand, back to his eyes. “No.”
“No? Why not?” He insisted. his left arm behind his back making him in more of a bowing pose.
“Can’t dance,” Vox remained in his chair, although it was now swiveled towards his deer counterpart.
Alastor laughed, set his microphone against a screen, and grabbed the other’s hand, pulling him out of the chair, and into a swingy dance. His microphone began playing “In The Mood,” and Alastor set Vox in a “toss” back and forth, to a rhythm that went well with the song.
“Oh- oh my god, Alastor,” Vox began chuckling, letting his body kind of go with the flow now, although being quite messy with it.
“Ah, there’s that wonderful smile!” The deer-like demon exclaimed, twirling Vox quickly.
The two continued, going around the circular part of the room. Vox managed to get the hang of the dance but still was messy with it, yet the two still enjoyed the time. Alastor, lowered the taller, his screen just barely away from the floor. “See? Anyone can dance, dear,”
Vox flustered, and kind of just sat there, out of breath. “Fuck, I love you so much..” He whispered, after a moment.
Alastor paused, turning away from the other, his smile a tad bit dull. Sure, they’d been together for a year now, but he still wasn’t quite used to saying that yet. “I know,” The room went silent for a moment. “Anyways!” He drops Vox, not all too hard of course, and grabs his microphone. “Keep that smile up, dear!”
Vox, standing back up, furrowed his brow, being a bit annoyed. Alastor loves me back, right? Right…?
Alastor turns and grabs The other’s hand, conveying a quick peck, before turning on his heel, and waving over his shoulder. “I bid you adieu, my dear! And don’t forget, you aren’t properly dressed without that lovely smile~!”
Vox, fawning over, nodded, his circuits and fans whirring rather quickly. Once Alastor left, he softly sighed, sitting back in his chair
his attention was dragged to the picture on his desk. He picked it up, examining Alastor on the left, his screen turning to blue hearts.
“Oh, Voxxy…~!” Vox heard the oh-too-familiar Italian accent, that was always followed by his toxic smoke.
Vox groaned, setting the photo frame back down, “What is it this time, Val?” Rolling his eyes, he swiveled his chair around, facing the moth demon.
“Oh, Voxxy~.. Y’know I want you~, I’ve been rather lonely..” Valentino pouted, taking a drag of his cigarette.
“Then go fuck your whores or something,” Vox gave a rather grossed-out look, before clearing his throat. “And, before you say anything, I am not one of them.”
“Oh, but Voxxy, you are.” He stepped closer, blowing the smoke into Vox’s screen, to which Vox waved away.
“You know that contract doesn’t have any ownership to it,” Vox almost spit out, his mind hardly flashing back to the signing, and really, what was on it.
“But that’s the best part, it does, my Voxxy~.” He stepped closer, his face hardly an inch away from Vox’s screen. He puffed out his crimson fume, swirling gently, yet.. harshly, around the T.V. star’s neck.
Vox, tensed, began, but couldn’t. He couldn’t find the right words, knowing there wasn’t much out of this situation if what the moth said was true. “What do you m̵e̷a̸n̶?” His voice glitched just a bit. “I only signed for the trade of m̸͈̆ō̴͜ń̸̞e̷͓͆y̶͇͑ ̷̘̇a̶͈͌n̴̡̐d̷̗͋ ̷̣͂p̸̹̕ọ̷̽w̸̲͠e̵͚͠r̴̦̈́..” He thought back to the signing, only able to remember bits and pieces, the moth demon’s intoxicating smoke had blurred his thinking.
“Well.. maybe there was more to that contract I.. Forgot.. to mention. But, that’s fine~!” Valentino chuckled, grabbing Vox’s screen, before pulling the contract out.
Vox’s vision blurred just a bit, his screen loading. “You fuckin’ bitch..” He looked up from the contract, back up to Valentino.
“Uh-uh..~ Don’t say that to me, Voxxy~. It hurts my feelings~.” He pouted once more, before giving a slightly gentle slap on the other’s screen.
“Okay, well, why are you telling me this?” Looking confused, Vox swatted away Valentino.
“I want you to end it with that old fuck, Alastor.” He was more serious in tone this time, standing up now, his arms crossed. “And instead, be with me~. I could treat you so much better than him, Voxxy~.”
“E̶̦̾x̴̧́c̶̝͘u̸͉͘s̶̟̈e̸̹͋ ̸̙̆m̸͚͘e̸͉͝?̶͇͊” Vox stood, tilting his screen, his left eye gaining its rings.
Valentino sighed. “You heard me. And I won’t be taking no for an answer.~” He stepped closer once more, only for Vox to step back.
“F̷̢̯̖͉͂̊͌͘U̵̜͔̣̞̿̒̃̂̌̃̚͝C̵̯̥͇͈̊͐̅́̃̀̃̐ͅĶ̷̨̹̠̭̟̼̳̩͒́́͂̊͝͠͝ ̵̡̛̏͊̇̅͠Ỵ̴̩̫̖̘̤̀̈́͗̎̌O̸̧̢̢̯̬̬̰͘Ǔ̵͙͈̲̘̽̌̑̾͝,” His breath became just a bit harder, There wasn’t exactly anything he could do in the situation. But what was he to tell Alastor? ‘Haha, I don’t love you anymore! Bye-bye!’ “I’m not doing it, and you can’t make me,”
Valentino, looking rather unphased, puffed more fumes out, wrapping around Vox’s neck once more. “Oh, but, I can~ Because if you don’t, I will turn you into another one of my little bitches, and show to all of Hell what a little CUNT you are… Oh, and then? Then I will rip every one of your wires out, one by one.” Snarling, he stepped closer, enjoying the look of fear and resentment upon Vox’s screen.
So many thoughts were flying through Vox’s circuits and not enough answers. “F̶̮̏i̸̗̋̔̄n̵͎̂̏e̴̲̽̌..” He shoved past Valentino and began walking away, gritting his teeth. Surely, Alastor would understand, right? I mean- ugh.
Turning around, Valentino watched him walk off. “Oh, and old Alastor can’t know the real reason, Voxxy~! Don't want to be causing any problems~!” His pink smoke left Vox’s neck as the T.V. Demon left, leaving a twisting feeling in Vox’s gut.
He muted, preventing himself from saying anything that may dig his hole deeper. He zapped his way to his “sleeping” room and just sort of stood there. He held an expression that could only say, ‘What do I do?’ Because what could he do? He couldn't quite understand. Vox thought back to when he had signed the contract, and how Valentino was certainly messing with him with his smoke. Although, how was Vox to know at the time? Valentino didn't exactly have a reason to tell all of Hell it allowed him to manipulate others, or how his saliva did the same.
Vox gripped the edge of his desk, drilling his claws in, a soft wood-like sound coming from said desk. What was he to do? Everything he’s worked up with his Alastor was going to end.