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Vox felt his throat close as his name crept its way into his mind. Alastor. It’s always been Alastor, hasn’t it? Ever since he first met the Radio Demon, Vox doesn’t think his life has ever actually been his. Alastor has consumed every waking thought of his life since that day.
Vox has been addicted to substances before. When he was Vincent Whittman, he was no stranger to most drugs. Weed, cocaine, opioids, LSD. The list went on. In hell, he’s been addicted to most substances that VoxTek produced. He created really good substances, he had to admit.
No drug could ever compare to Alastor, though. Vox was utterly addicted to the man. No one would ever replace Alastor either. It was humiliating having to think about this, but he thought if he’s going to die, he might as well sort out his life in his thoughts. Figure out where he went wrong.
Or: Vox is depressed and attempting to end it all, but not before one last attempt to get Alastor’s attention on him.