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Run Away

Vox and Alastor gets trapped together in a situation where both of them have to work together in order to escape and survive.

However, Alastor is still recuperating from his fight with Adam and his powers being limited from his deal and his cane being broken that Vox has to be the one that majorly deals with their pursuers.

Their pursuers were ready to deal with Alastor by himself, making it difficult for him to escape through his shadows but Vox still has a few tech he could travel through plus being able to teleport anywhere normally in a short distance.

Vox could've easily escaped by himself if he wants to.

He's not even the main target these people have, it's Alastor.

But regardless, he's adamant with escaping this situation with Alastor alive to showcase just how much more powerful he is and not a coward unlike Alastor.

Time passes by as tensions and emotions well up to the front with the amount of time the two has to experience with the other. Vox was ever so slowly losing steam as his powers were starting to run up dry with how much he has to compensate for protecting two Overlords while being pursued by a larger group all by himself.

Alastor hates this.

Alastor hates having to rely on Vox.

Hates being weak.

Hates being helpless and forced into this situation by a bunch of weaklings who's only as strong as they are because they banded together to take down the Radio Demon.

Hates that it had to be Vox.

Vox can't contact the other Vees.

Doesn't know if he can contact the other Vees.

Or if they're fine and safe and well and

.....

He just hopes that they're safe and unaffected by this little side venture Vox is on.

And that he and Alastor can get out of this alive even if his.... ...something... never wanted this to happen.

It all comes to a head when they finally found a spot Alastor and Vox can both escape from.

A weak point in their pursuers' structure.

But they were getting surrounded and Vox's demon form was too damaged to use.

Alastor tried to go into his demon form, but his magic sputters out as Vox shields him with his body.

"I can look for another escape. Leave. Radio Demon. That's the one thing you're good at. I can handle this by myself!!"

"Don't be preposterous you stupid little picture box! Even you can't handle them at this state "

"JUST LEAVE!!!"

His ears pinned down as he stared into that swirling red eye. Anger, frustration, and fear welling up as digital tears before quickly disappearing.

Alastor could only gawk as he felt his influence get into his brain before he snapped out of it.

"No. I won't do something so stupid, Vox "

"Please"

A flash of that hopeful smile entered his mind as big beady square eyes stared at him lovingly. Before being shattered into a million pieces as Alastor left.

Feeling the suffocating feeling of the chain around his neck as he was being pulled apart from him.

"Just do it for me. Just this once."

He was begging him.

There was a hopeless quality in his voice as radio waves muffled his voice.

But Alastor could clearly hear.

"Just go."

He hates Vox so much.

Making him run away yet again.

(he'll make them pay)

#may asher writes #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #radiostatic #staticradio #voxal #complicated and sad #angst

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Autistic Alastor who's been heavily masking his entire life.

But when he finally relented and confessed to Vox so they could become an official couple together after a very long time of talking and communicating to each other, whenever Alastor gets overstimulated, he would hold Vox's hand and talk to him in their private frequency when he needs to leave.

Vox happily drops what he's doing and as Alastor melds into Vox's shadow to avoid other people seeing his weaknesses, Vox would go to a private place so the two can cuddle or do whatever else Alastor needs to recuperate from overstimulation.

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #radiostatic #staticradio #voxal #staticlovetune #autism #fluff #do I think al is canonly autistic? #probably not #but that won't stop me from projecting hurt/comfort fluff

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RadioStatic Soulmate AU where both of them are connected throughout their Human Life and Afterlife. And they can feel each other's physical and emotional pain as long as the physical and emotional pain isn't inflicted on them by their Soulmate.

Before Vox died and got sent to Hell, Alastor would hear the emotional pain and sadness his Soulmate felt from being neglected. Meanwhile Vox felt the emotional pain Alastor felt when he lost his mother and the physical pain whenever Alastor got injured while killing someone.

Neither of them ever feels the pain they inflict on their Soulmate, even as Alastor bleeds and Vox's screen gets cracked. Even when Alastor grits and Vox screams.

Everything changed when Alastor disappeared and made another deal.

His soulmate connection to Vox being severed and altered.

And for the first time in his Afterlife, he heard the all of the pain he caused Vox before it all goes silent.

While Vox can never hear nor feel any of Alastor's pain ever again.

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #staticradio #voxal #soulmate au #complicated and sad

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Currently thinking about the "Rain" Angst Prompt for RadioStaticWeek2024 on Twitter And my two ideas for such a prompt if I ever participate is

One:

A sketch-like black and white close up on Alastor's face in side view. Eyes half lidded, looking up at above as a drop of blue falls on his cheek, as if he was crying. His mouth obscured from view. The next panel is a zoomed out view of the scene, making it a black and white silhouette art in side view. Alastor is still looking up at above, one hand cupping the blue droplets from the sky while the other held his cane stained with blue. His expression unreadable. Above him laid the broken form of Vox. Dripping blue from his face and chest. Suspended in the air by an array of tentacles and long dead cables. "Are you satisfied?"

Or Two:

Sharp blue lightning bolts rained from the sky, coloring the black and white drawing. Before it moved to the next scene, a multitude of blue tvs and red eyes and black cables surrounded and consumed the entire scene like an inescapable dome as electricity continued to rain. Zooming into the middle of the scene laid the slumped over empty form of Vox. Cradling the bleeding red corpse of the radio demon. "Why?"

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #voxal #angst

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You know how people draw Past Vox with square eyes instead of triangle eyes?

Imagine if Vox and Alastor made up again in the present, Vox's triangle eyes turned back to squares when he looks at Alastor.

Similar to the way Alastor's eyes dilate when he looks at someone he cares about

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic

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If Alastor joined the Vees and he was forced to choose and change his name to something that starts with V. I personally see Alastor choosing to rename himself as "Victor" more than anything else.

Not only does it end with -tor like Alastor but it accurately describes him enough as he's a rather victorious Overlord, having taken out other Overlords.

Which is a bit ironic since I headcanon Vox, when he was alive, taking on the name "Victor" as his stage name since his real name sounded too nerdy for his liking.

If Vox or any of the Vees complains about Alastor's choice of a name, he'll promptly remind them that

One: Vox's name is literally Voice in Latin and/or Voice + Aux Two: Valentino's name is literally Valentine's day And Three: Velvette's name is literally a name of a type of fabric

And no, he's not going to call himself Venison or Vinyl. It may be a part of him but it doesn't fully describe him.

....though if Vox really doesn't like the name Victor so much.....he suppose Vinyl is just fine...

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel vees #radiostatic

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Human Vox Headcanons

His old name was Vincent Wilhelm Smith. He was born in New York within a family of German descent who immigrated to America during the 1850s. Wilhelm is their actual sirname, however due to the concerns for their safety they go under the sirname Smith instead.

His family is rather rich despite some difficulties. And they own their own studio, so Vox became a child star.

He was born with beautiful blonde hair and complete heterochromia eyes (right brown, left blue)

Due to his mismatched eyes, there were rumors that he was secretly mixed during a time interracial relationships were heavily frowned upon. So he and his parents tried their best to hide his mismatched eyes by using tinted glasses and having bangs on that side of his head.

He failed spectacularly at being a child actor since he wasn't able to convey subtle emotions easily enough unlike over the top personalities. (Not that you should expect much from a child acting mind you)

The industry of child acting during his time didn't help matters much because it was rather fucked up.

His parents, particularly his father, only praises him and gives him attention and affection whenever he did a good job at acting. He would even get toys for a job well done. His mother wasn't as emotionally present in his life either, only providing his basic needs and then ignoring him the entire day to go back to her room. He didn't really understand why, but he swears he heard something like hiccuping behind the door to her room.

After his father and the producers realized his personality was more fitted to be a host, they jumped at the chance of making him a child host on tv. He was able to flourish more in the scene but there wasn't really as much demand for child hosts during his time. Not to mention, he still had to hide his mismatched eyes which limited the amount of appearances he could take without outing himself as "someone who's mixed"

His career as a child wasn't improving much. Which led to him getting more neglected by his father who was always busy.

But thankfully he has a dog he named "Vark" after mispronouncing the bark his new dog made towards him.

And a certain radio show in New Orleans kept him company in his home. As a smooth voice talked and played soothing jazz music well into the night. (Sometimes he would write him fan letters. Written under a shy little Vincent until he grew old and embarrassed. And soon, that certain radio host went missing)

Cut to a few years later and Vincent reinvented himself as "Victor" a TV host just like his younger self but much more experienced and confident.

He dyed his hair a jet-black since it was in style. And wear blue contact lenses almost 24/7 to hide his mismatched eyes.

He has to regularly make eye drop breaks because of how much his contact lenses irritated his eyes from prolonged use, way over the maximum recommended usage, just so he could keep his persona up and keep his secret.

His career sky rocketed. But at this point he hardly cares if his parents give him the time of day anymore. And Vark had unfortunately died, he was a dog after all. And dogs don't have long lifespans compared to humans.

Being so charming and popular due to his success, he was able to find himself a wife and even have a child with her he lovingly named "Victoria"

But he was by no means a good husband. He was busy with keeping up his career. And finds his wife rather boring ever since they stopped having meaningful conversations together unlike before. She used to be so charming and witty. But now she was just like the rest of the boring meek women that stained his circles.

A man would be more mentally stimulating. But all of his "friends" are merely collegues and business partners he can't afford to lose nor even dare to think about confiding his feelings to. (Platonic feelings. Because surely he doesn't feel anything else towards men his age)

The only thing that woman is good for is keeping his little Victoria happy, safe and well-fed while he's not around. And oh, how he's so happy when he can come home and embrace his little girl, spending quality time with her. Looking at him like he was her entire world. Truly a charming little princess he has himself!

He didn't dare to think about making his little Victoria enter the acting scene so young however. No no no, he couldn't bare letting her experience such embarrassment. (An embarrassment on his career. On his life)

She can stay at home, completely safe from harm.

He would never let anything happen to her.

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #human vox #headcanons

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The world seemed so silent as Alastor strolled through the streets of Pentagram city despite the endless noise of Sinners and TV screens in the background.

That familiar voice droning in the background with advertisements and useless drivel.

But he paid no mind as honeyed words and a spiralling eye ensnared viewers while he made his way to the tailor.

Annoyance slowly clawed its way into his mind. His attention had slipped.

That serpent had managed to ruin his suit.

Though the fight was entertaining as it was pathetic, that little serpent was still able to catch him off guard to take something that measly.

He couldn't puzzle out what might've made him do such an annoyingly tiny mistake. But it won't happen again.

When he finally enters the tailor, he greets the familiar old lady at the counter working away on another's suit. He ignores its blue tint.

Even after all of the years he was gone, the old lady still knew his measurements by heart and quickly went to the back to get his new suit.

(Apparently, she had a few in store when she waiting for him to return after his little... battle)

A little belle with pure black eyes blinked at him as he waited, before she shined her sharp white teeth. Giggling for a moment before dashing away to the outside.

Ah children.

Typically a rather unruly sorts but it was obvious the little belle was from Cannibal Town. Perhaps he should pay Rosie a visit later on, he has missed her smile and their juicy gossip.

#may asher writes #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #radiostatic #voxal #silentradio #Forgotten Radio AU #you might recognize this one from a prev post #currently don't know if I'll finish this #but I thought I might as well not let it collect dust in my notes

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Hypothetical Stripeless Animatic Storyboard(?)

This was frankly hard to write down. So my apologies for the strange format, I tried my best :P

I hope you'll find this entertaining despite some added in jokes from me that didn't completely happen during this whole fucking saga.

(My braincells completely died at the end)

"That dumbass sweater is red!" OP swipes their arm wide, the clothes on their body turning into Vox's red sweater.

"I will not be gaslit!" Before they stomp their feet on the ground, the perspective making them look tall as they stare down at Anon.

"It’s fucking ribbed because it’s been knit!" Their brows furrow as they gesture their arms wide.

"That’s just the lighting!" With another swipe of their arm, the perspective turns on the side as dramatic lighting comes from above, similar to the shadow that befell the accursed photo that started this all.

"That’s not fucking striping," The perspective turns back as OP continued to look down disappointedly.

"And I am going to die on this hill!" The camera zooms out as OP points on the hill they're on.

"You’ve got it twisted!" Insert Velvette's weirdass doll action in Canon

"I’m not the only one who sees it’s striped!" Anon bows mockingly, ripping away their blank clothing, revealing their sweater to actually be striped underneath.

"Maybe you missed it" Anon looks at their nails for a moment.

"But I’ve got all the picks of colour hues" Before pulling out squares of colors.

"And the yellow goes with blue—" They gesture at the mentioned colors.

"And the cufflinks show it’s true!" Before Anon pulls out a ripped cuff sleeve from Val, throwing away the hues.

"Look at this dumb fucking discourse!" After they throw away the cuff sleeve as well, they gesture widely at the crowd.

"It might be smart if you changed course" Anon puts their hands on their hips as they tilted their head around mockingly.

"Let me at the masses:" Anon walks through the crowd, arms open wide before turning to OP.

"But Vivzie is obsessed with straight-up stripes!" Anon takes out the striped suit of Vox, gesturing at it.

"I think OP needs glasses…" Before they throw it away, pulling out Val's glasses instead to wear it as they smiled at OP. (Striped Anon stop stealing from Val)

"You’re killing me! I know I’m fucking right!" OP stomps their foot on the ground, pointing it on the ground, before resting it on their chest. As Anon lets the glasses fall on the ground, cracking it.

"Haven’t we had enough today?" OP turns to the crowd gathered around them with a raised brow.

Those two anons in the crowd, holding the thrown suit jacket: Is his jacket blue or a silver grey?

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" OP clutches their head in agony, knees folding as the camera shakes with their voice and the scene lightly tints in red.

"The state of this dumb fucking discourse," A few anons tackle the Jacket Anons to the ground in the background. While Anon walks on by, ignoring OP's agony and the attack.

"That’s enough beating of this corpse" Pushing the family guy'd corpses away from their path with their foot as they continue walking towards OP.

"All these anons are just going to multiply" OP gestures at the crowd around them once they regained their bearings. Brows furrowing in annoyance. The one line layer of drawn anons in the background literally multiplying to form more lines of anons, just moved upwards.

"If you think it’s striped, you’re going on my DNI!" Insert the light fade in of a screenshot OP's DNI.

"Oops! Did I strike a nerve?" Insert Velvette's schtick in Canon. "Cuz when I brought out the Kankri ref" Anon brings out the Kankri ref. The crowd in the background singing along as they cupped their hands around their mouths and rose their fists in the air, some even jumping along

"Couldn't help but observe—" Gesturing to the Kankri ref, the crowd goes even more wild in their cheering.

"That his turtleneck was fucking red!" Before OP screams. The perspective on their side view and lineart rough as the camera shakes violently and the entire screen tints red. The crowd going quiet.

"Are you sure you’re not colourblind?" Anon raises a brow as Alastor in the background gives a Live Alastor Reaction before fading into the shadows.

"Will season 2 even change your mind?" Anon tilts their head to the side.

"Thanks to this dumb fucking discourse," Before walking slowly towards OP, hands on their hips as the crowd slowly comes back.

"We might get a high-res of this source" Pulling out the photo that started it all, they grinned widely at OP. Head still tilted to the side mockingly.

"If we get the fans out in full-force," Before they straightened up, arms wide as the crowd forms an army on the background.

"Will Vivzie bring you closure?" The perspective turns to the side view as Anon and OP finally goes full face to face. OP fully furrowed in annoyance while Anon continues on smiling.

"This bullshit’s over!"

That one anon in the crowd, wearing a green sweater: Was that a productive meeting?

@onesidedradiostatic I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not

@taxi-boi made lyrics for the respectless anons first, this is more about the general Sweater Discourse.

(i’m an amateur, temper your expectations. also he/him, if you please <3)

That dumbass sweater is red! I will not be gaslit! It’s fucking ribbed because it’s been knit! That’s just the lighting! That’s not fucking striping, And I am going to die on this hill!

You’ve got it twisted! I’m not the only one who sees it’s striped! Maybe you missed it But I’ve got all the picks of colour hues And the yellow goes with blue — And the cufflinks show it’s true! Look at this dumb fucking discourse! It might be smart if you changed course

Let me at the masses: But Vivzie is obsessed with straight-up stripes! I think op needs glasses… You’re killing me! I know I’m fucking right! Haven’t we had enough today? Is his jacket blue or a silver grey? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO The state of this dumb fucking discourse, That’s enough beating of this corpse

All these anons are just going to multiply, If you think it’s striped, you’re going on my DNI!

Oops! Did I strike a nerve? Cos when I brought out the Kankri ref Couldnae help but observe that his turtleneck was fucking red! Are you sure you’re not colourblind? Will season 2 even change your mind? Thanks to this dumb fucking discourse, We might get a high-res of this source If we get the fans out in full-force, Will Vivzie bring you closure? This bullshit’s over!

#hazbin hotel #vox's stupid fucking turtleneck #respectless anons #I felt my braincells collectively commit die for this #and now my braincells are in the negatives #Still an absolutely fucking banger song though OP <33 #this entire thing is so fucking funny

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"You've never cared about me, Alastor. What changed now?"

Alastor froze in his spot upon hearing his name leave the other overlord's lips.

Did... Did he....?

Alastor whipped his head around quickly, gripping tightly on his cane, as he stared at the back of his old friend.

The flat-faced overlord wasn't facing him. But he could tell the way his shoulders tensed and the electricity that sparked in his clenched claws.

"W— .... What was that...?"

He asked, the sound of his voice being hopeful betraying him. As he gulped down the lump in his throat threatening to explode.

His chest burned as his eyes seemed to sear beyond the blue vest of his partner.

"I said."

His voice warbled heavily in his speakers.

"That you'Ve n-neVeRrr cared about ME.."

Alastor felt breathless.

"You remember"

"Of course I remember"

#may asher writes #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #voxal #silentstatic #Forgotten Radio AU

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Hazbin Hotel Heights are insane 😭

Had to make my OC 5'4 to 5'10 just so their neck won't be completely broken trying to maintain eye contact with these tall twinks (This are all estimates based on Charlie's height)

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #also vox and valentino are holding hands :3

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The Vees made a private contract together without exchanging souls to ensure that in the event that one of them falls, the other ones remaining would get the souls, property, and power the one who fell left behind so that other sinners won't get the fallen scraps.

And as Valentino murdered people left and right with Moneyshot, he felt the sudden rush of souls and power going under him.

He stared at Velvette with wide eyes, seeing the way the fashionista froze too.

Before he quickly flapped his wings, booking it towards the Vee tower instantly even as he uselessly fights against gravity.

Feeling his heart fall in his chest before he falls to the ground.

Though the moth has his wings,

His signal was cut forever.

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #staticmoth #broken antenna go brr

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At first, Vox would call Valentino by the nickname "Val" after his fallout with Alastor.

But as time passed by, he would call Valentino "Tino" instead as he falls for the moth more and more as himself.

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #staticmoth #voxval

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Radio Killed the Video Star

"HAHA! Fucking finally"

Vox grinned as blood and coolant dripped from the crack on his face.

His suit in disarray after coming into his demon form, skin ripped by his own cords and wires that dug deep in his skin and erupted outside.

He felt his power drain from him as a spark of electricity left the crack on his face.

But he did it.

He defeated the Radio Demon!

Alastor fell on his knees, covering the burnt skin that irritated his angelic scar.

His cane laid broken beneath his feet.

And oh! The fucking irony of this scene! HAHAHA!!! THIS WAS SO MUCH BETTER IN PERSON!!!!

"Y-You're celebrating too early... old pal" Alastor got out through gritted teeth. And Vox merely smiled despite the blurry and fragmented scene before him.

"Oh please. You really think I would let you escape just as easily as last time, Alastor?" Vox asked rhetorically, mocking him as he knows just how difficult and painful it is for the demon to travel through shadows in blinding light.

Especially with how weakened he is now.

"Don't make me laugh"

"HA!" A cough wracked through the radio demon's throat from the laugh, blood dribbling underneath his chin, yet he still continues on with a smile. "Oh please, my old pal. You're the one laughing at your own high for your ego!"

"F-zzt-UcK YOU!" Vox hissed, electricity crackling over his form despite his diminishing powers as he slowly walked over Alastor's prone form, claws moving from the ache in his systems.

"You're just ge-GEtting unDER my sKiN... Beca-caUzzt you lost, you pathetic liTtLE HA-HAzzt-bin"

"How sharp of you to notice something so obvious, my d-dear....!"

Vox paused in his approach as he stared into the distance.

The Radio Demon's quips falling in deaf eyes as his eyes widened.

Ice flowing through his veins despite the warmth of his systems.

Alastor was still talking despite his waning strenght.

But when he noticed Vox stopped responding, he rose a brow and looked behind him.

"Now what's the matter Vox? For you to—"

"MOVE!!!"

The air around him burned as electricity crackled through the air.

Eyes widening upon seeing blue and red color angelic steel.

Ears pinning down as he stared at shocked eyes beneath the cracks and distortions.

Despite it all...

He smiled.

"I'm the only one that gets to kill you..."

That softened gaze disappeared into an abyss of darkness as his old friend powered down for the very last time.

The air crackled.

Not with electricity.

But with magic as he absorbed the ambient radio waves that fueled them both.

"How dare you come between us"

His neck creaked like a broken radio as dials burned in his eyes and green symbols tore through the air around him.

The lights around them flickering before promptly cutting off.

"How DARE you come between us you impudent low life"

Screams erupted from the holy being as shadows soar through the darkened sky, coiling around the angel before ripping them apart limb by limb.

Bright golden blood littered through the air like stars in the night sky.

But the gruesome sight in front of him did nothing to quell the aching hollowness that burned through his chest.

As if he was the one who's been hit.

As if he was the one who died.

His body creaked as if he was the one wailing.

The crackle and crunch of broken bones accompanying his breaking unbeating heart.

When did he start crying?

The shadows wasn't satisfied with the mangled corpse, dragging the body into the void as he curled around the cold form of his old companion.

The wound in his chest burned.

But he paid no mind as he hugged the still frame of his friend.

Stupid, stupid little picture box.

Always making harsh mistakes and emotional decisions that one.

And now he's.... and now he's.......

Alastor gulped down the pooling blood in his mouth as his body turned ice cold.

He had always been cold-blooded despite his deer-like appearance but Vox....

He shouldn't be cold.

He shouldn't be this cold.

Why is he cold?

"You stupid old picture box...."

"Why....? Why did you do it.....?"

"I'm the only one that gets to kill you..."

#may asher writes #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #radiostatic #staticradio #voxal #tw blood #tw violence #tw death #Silly little Vox fumbled at the last step as always

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Every time I'm graced with RadioStatic and StaticMoth Angst, you KNOW I'm going to make the ugliest noise known to man.

I would wheeze scream wail whistle like a fucking dying kettle because DAMN is the Angst so good with these ships

I want to eat them and hug them and chew them in my mouth

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #staticmoth #one common thread I've noticed is Vox dying while Alastor and/or Valentino has to deal with the aftermath #and honestly I find that fascinating #maybe it's because we already know how Vox would react if someone he cares about dies? #or maybe it's just fun tormenting Alastor and Valentino #and honestly? #same #something about Vox gracefully taking his death while those taht care about him grieve is very *chef's kisses* #though I do feel like Valentino would also be the type to willingly die for Vox when he knows Vox doesn't love him as much as Alastor #but he still loves Vox in his own way #(We already saw how Alastor reacted to his near death) #(but it is interesting to think about what he would be like if the context was different)

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An important thing about Vox in Forgotten Radio AU is that Vox has agency.

He chose to forget Alastor. And chose to ensure he'll stay forgetten and never get close to him again by erasing any of his short-term memories about Alastor.

In an ironic twist of most Amnesia Scenarios, the one with Amnesia is the one who's in control. Whilst Alastor has no control over Vox even in this state as he can never make an impact on him that'll stick with enough time because he doesn't have time.

It's impossible for Alastor to become anything more than a fleeting thought to be forgotten the next day for Vox.

And it's frustrating that he can't do anything to control this. To fix this. To mend this.

It was like being stuck in a deadend with no possible way to escape.

However, Vox does slowly slip.

Ever so slowly, he starts to remember more about Alastor beyond the context clues he can collect about Alastor before he eventually forgets him yet again.

The fact that he was a part of the hotel.

The fact that he was the Radio Demon.

The fact that—

Well.... That part eludes him.

But it's certainly strange that Vox started to seem like he was remembering him bit by bit.

Alastor tried not to hope much.

But how he dearly missed the old Vox.

How he dearly missed not feeling this strange ache in his chest whenever he sees Vox forget him yet again instead of feeling the exhilaration his attention gives him.

He could only wish that he can take that back.

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #voxal #silentstatic #Forgotten Radio AU #They do get a happy ending because I'm a sap #But the journey to go there is a very painful one for the both of them #Not to mention how fucked up the timeline would be if Sir Pentious doesn't join the hazbin hotel in this timeline #since he's supposed to be the first redeemed #ie the exterminations may continue if Angel Dust doesn't get redeemed even if the hotel crew kills Adam

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Picture

CLICK

The sound of a shutter going off before the sound of electricity sparking a hiss of pain reached Alastor's ears.

"OW! Fu-zzt-CK!!"

Alastor contorted his head to stare at the whining box-headed, grinning sharply as his eyes squinted in question. "Vox. What do you think you're doing, my dear friend?"

Spots of static filled his friend's screen where his cheeks would've been as he looked up at him in embarrassment, the video camera that was once in his hand clattered to the floor, forming a crack on its top.

Alastor melded into the shadows before popping out in front of Vox, smiling as he studied the scuffed camera in his hand. "You know this face was made for radio" He tuts, shaking his head. Before applying a bandage on the formed crack.

It didn't do anything to actually repair the silly thing. But Alastor found the thought humorous considering that the bandage did nothing for the wound.

Vox's shoulders slumped as the static spread in his cheeks, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. A nervous habit he formed in hell on top of easing the ache his large head makes on his neck. "I-I know... I'm sorry.... I just wanted to take a picture of you! You know, to remember the good times..." He said, his eyes refusing to meet his as Alastor considers his words.

"Now why would you want to do such a thing, pal?" He asks, giving Vox his silly camera back before he summoned his own cane, spinning it around in his hand before propping it on the floor as he leans and tilts his head. "It's not like these good times of ours would be so fleeting! There's no need to have such silly things lying about now, wouldn't it?"

He pinches Vox's cheeks at his words. Adoring the way his eyes land back on him as he smiles softly.

A small pout formed on his screen before he carefully pushes Alastor's hand aside, rolling his eyes after the camera disappeared with a sparkle of electricity. "You know that sometimes we're busy. We can't always schedule our regular hangouts together when you sometimes have another Overlord to overthrow or a deal to make while I'm making new technology to sell on top of my broadcasts"

"But we still make time"

His gaze falls down on the floor again as he firmly grips Alastor's hand, lips turning into a downward line. Mumbling something under his breath.

For once, Alastor blinked. "What was that?"

"I-... I just– .....i don't want to forget about you"

Ah.

So that's where the problem lies.

"My dear Vox, I doubt you'll ever forget about me. I'm quite remarkable after all!"

He felt Vox's hand guide his to rest on his cheek, feeling the ambient static he always felt when he touched Vox's screen.

He does nothing to stop it.

His cane disappearing as he has no reason to have it.

"You know I... forgot about a few things in my past life" Vox started off with, a buzz entering his tone as it did whenever he talked about his life when he was alive.

It was a sore topic. One Alastor deigned not to poke at.

Whilst Alastor went to Hell remembering all of his life and how he died, allowing him to quickly pull himself together to gather more power for himself, Vox had forgotten parts of his life. And in some cases, despite having died at a similar age as Alastor, acted more... child-like than what Alastor would've expected.

But from what Alastor had gathered, Vox was rather the norm instead of the exception.

Unlike him.

And really, he's not surprised when he knew why.

Alastor felt himself sighing as he looked into Vox's pleading eyes. "You're not going to drop this, are you?"

Finally, Vox cracked him a smile. "Depends... Did I convince you?"

"No. M-maybe..." Now it was Alastor's turn to look away as his voice cracked and his cheeks tinted red.

Vox laughed as he thrown his head back. Joyful giggling filling the air as Alastor stared at him in astonishment.

"Hahaha! Would you look at that! The Radio Demon himself is speechless!!" Vox snorts as he shook his head. Shoulders still shaking from his giggles as Alastor forces himself to grimace.

"I will rip you limb from limb if you don't stop now"

"I will! I will! Geez, I'm sorry you sourpuss" Vox leaned his head back, his hand combing through his antennas before they bounced off harmlessly.

A nervous habit he still retained when he was alive.

When he finally calmed down enough, he was beaming at Alastor with that bright smile of his. Eyes crinkling in delight as he held out his hand for him to take. "So... Are you up for a picture?"

Alastor scoffed, rolling his eyes away as his hand takes the offer. "I suppose so. There's no harm in it, after all"

If Alastor thought Vox couldn't become brighter, he was mistaken. As Vox looked over the moon as he held Alastor's hand. Pumping his other fist in the air in joy as he shouted. "YES!"

He smiled softly at the other's enthusiasm.

Perhaps having a picture taken wouldn't be so bad after all if he could see him like this all of the time.

Alastor set up a camera of his own. Nothing like the one Vox had attempted to use on him but rather one that was more classy and in style for the Radio Demon's taste.

"That camera looks so tacky" Vox comments, grimacing lightly before Alastor waved his hand.

"Nonesense! This camera is practically state-of-the-art! Nothing less for gentlemen such as ourselves"

Alastor hears him snort at his words. Already imagining the eyeroll he received from the other media demon. "Right... If that's what you want to believe, you old timey prick"

Content with Vox's comments. Alastor hums along to a song as he readies the camera. Waving over his shadow to take the picture as Vox stomped his feet in tune to the music he was humming.

His shadow, or Bee, chirped in delight at the thought of taking a picture of Vox. He reminded it that it was a picture for both of them. And his shadow only chittered in acknowledgement as his eyes didn't focus on his creator.

Seriously, that shadow of his can be unbearable.

Once it was all settled, Alastor takes his spot in Vox's side as he smiled for the camera. Willing his powers not to corrupt the silly old thing as Vox beamed at the camera as well.

He felt himself relax in his place as he steals a glance at Vox. Their eyes meet for a moment before Alastor looks away.

He doesn't bother to comment when he feels the other lean towards him as the camera clicks.

Vox couldn't contain his excitement as he waits for the picture to develop. "Can't it go any faster?" He huffed in annoyance as he stares at the two blank pictures in Alastor's grasp.

"Now now, my dear friend. Patience is a virtue one must know to succeed!" He tuts lightly, tapping on Vox's screen where his nose would've been as static fills it yet again.

Regardless, Vox snorts. "Because we're obviously down in Hell for being virtuous"

Alastor rolled his eyes at that. "You know what I mean! And it still applies!"

Still, Alastor speeds up the process with a flourish of his fingers. The pictures developing rapidly before his voice gets caught in his throat.

He looks.... so happy.....

His eyes were half-lidded. Relaxed as his smile seemed soft and genuine.

Besides him, Vox was leaning towards him with a bright smile on his face. His face practically beaming despite being immortalized in picture.

As if he had accomplished something truly worthwhile.

Truly important.

Alastor felt his throat go dry as he felt Vox besides him slouch as well.

"Wow"

Wow indeed.

Ever so gently, he hands Vox's his copy as his fingers curled around the picture as if he cradling it. And wasn't that such an odd thought? Yet still, the picture didn't crumpled in his hands as he looked at Alastor with such awe in his eyes.

"Thank you"

Alastor couldn't look away from those eyes even if he wanted to as he held his own picture to his chest.

"I– I—.... It was no problem, Vox"

Vox merely smiled as he looked down at his own copy.

Before he put out one of his hands, electricity covering it completely before the camera from before appeared in his hand. Still bandaged from Alastor's silly efforts.

Alastor could only blink. "What's that?"

He could only ask despite knowing what it was.

Vox snickered, before putting the camera into Alastor's hand. "For safekeeping. Thought you might like it since you went through the effort to fix it"

Alastor could only scoff. "Sap. That was nothing"

Vox stared into his eyes yet again, a soft gaze gracing his skin as his cheeks felt warm. "Still, I want you to keep it"

"Keep it. This old broken thing?"

Vox only shrugged. "It probably still works. Think of it as something to remember this day by"

Alastor could only raise his brow. "The picture wasn't enough?"

Vox just smiled. "You can never be too safe or else you'll be sorry"

Alastor just sighed, shaking his head. Still, it warms his heart that he could have another piece of him with him. "You and your silly little memorabilia"

Vox just winked at him. "You know it" He says before leaning closer to the radio demon. "Can't be too sure that you won't remember me when you go out on one of your hunts"

He shudders at the sound as his eyes go half-closed. He can't argue with that.

"I suppose I should thank you"

"Thank you, Alastor"

"I will never forget you"

#may asher writes #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #radiostatic #staticradio #voxal #Forgotten Radio AU #technically #I may write Vox and Alastor's POV from this flashback in a later time