RadioSilence Obsession AU

Ever since you and Alastor's deal broke all you had done was scheme and drink. You had been able to let go of your anger for so long but it started to boil up again once you made that puny mistake that ruined everything...

You've barely even slept since then, unable to get your mind off all of this, partly your humiliating downfall and him, the demon who was the one who rejected you all those years ago. Despite them not trusting you the same anymore and yours and Valentino's on and off relationship coming to a pause, Velvette and Valentino are especially worried about you... And the cycle or drink and sob and scream hasn't changed or shifted one bit.

Until now...

You and Valentino had an argument this afternoon, he was tired of you always coming to him to whine and cry about how awful you felt and how much you hated Alastor. He finally snapped at you, he could see things for what they were despite his incredibly shitty eyesight. You were a pathetic, half-functioning mess who only pitied yourself... Instead of taking accountability you hissed for him to go to hell despite you both already being there before storming out of the penthouse to find a dive bar.

At the bar...

You felt your screen stick to whatever stickiness that was on the counter as you grumbled your frustrations to the bartender.

"I loved that smiley man... And he hic was sssoo... SO charming, like thiiiis charmingg..."

You slurred before sloppily opened your arms wide to metaphorically show grand size before your arms limply slapped to your sides again. Needless to say, you had drank yourself into oblivion. The bartender, a demon with far too many eyes, didn't look one bit impressed, honestly it looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. He had seen one of your kind way too many times to deal with this.

"Another..."

It was a static-y sound, one more drink and you'd probably short circuit, but you needed to forget him and the way he looked at you for one night...

"Buddy, if you're looking for another drink you're not finding one 'ere."

"Whaddya mean 'not here'?! Do you have ANY idea who— bzzzzt —who I am?! I... am the signal! I am... the network!" You try to slam your hand on the counter, but your coordination is shot, and you nearly tip yourself over, your voice cracking into a static-filled whine.

"Just... one more. Give me one more and I'll forget that that... that thing with the antlers even exists!"

The bartender doesn't blink, his expression as flat as a dead channel. He leans over the counter, the scent of stale sulfur and cheap gin clinging to him, and delivers a blow to Vox's ego that hits harder than any of Valentino's insults.

"If you want another drop, you’ll have to find it elsewhere." *He states but as he glances at the desperate, glitching mess of a man before him, he lets out a sigh of genuine pity. He points a clawed finger toward a dim, neon-lit alleyway out the window, just a few blocks down.

"Down there is a dusty little occult shop, it sells 'One Wish Willows", if you buy one, tell it your deepest darkest desire or whatever and then snap it in half it'll grant your wish."

You scoff, a loud, distorted sound that peaks the audio on your screen, and rolls your eyes so hard they almost slide off your monitor. "Hihihi... You're kidding! I'm a man of... Of science! I'm a man of innovation!" You try to stand up straight, but your legs feel like overcooked noodles, and you end up gripping the edge of the bar for dear life.

"I don't... I don't need a piece of wood to get what I want... I just... I just need one more drink to settle my circuits..."

Still you look off toward the alleyway, and within seconds your stumbling away on your heeled shoes against the pavement. Inside you find a stack of neatly stacked white boxes with vintage advertising, it looked like the Pet Rock revive except with sticks. 'One Wish Willow's' "- Be careful what you wish for", yeah right! Who actually bought that... You did.

You bought it and ran outside... Now it had started pouring. You didn't care, you ripped open the cardboard packaging and inside was a small branch.

"I... I wish..."

You swallowed, a digital blush appearing on your screen with how embarrassing this was. Talking to a goddamn stick that probably was just a ripoff.

"I wish Alastor loved me more than anyone in the fucking world!"

. . .

Nothing. Absolutely, nothing happened. You waited in the rain for a few seconds and then threw the box down onto the ground along with the small wooden bits as you stomped on them with rage filling you up.

A little later you managed to pull yourself back to the V-Tower, you practically abused the elevator buttons with how frantic and aggressive your pressing was before you absolutely collapsed into the elevator. Problem was you weren't alone, one of your Junior employees were trembling beside you as they saw their boss as an absolute mess.

"Don't. Say. A. Word." You hissed and the employee nodded frantically, not even looking at you. Not that it mattered, if it got out you'd just kill them and their family.

Finally, you reached Valentino's quarters... And for once you decided you'd apologize correctly. You weren't there to cry about Alastor, you weren't there to complain about 'poor you' but to for once in your entire on and off relationship apologize. And that's what happened, the next hour was you're apology and your sobbing and your sorries and Valentino couldn't deny he wanted to forgive you, and he kissed you for the first time in months. Finally you went back to your room and went to bed, but not with shame filling your thought's, but something warm.

Hours passed of finally good sleep, without sins crawling on your back. But then a noise filled the room, it was a crackle... Like a radio? Suddenly a faint tune from the 30s began filling the room, it was Livin' in the sunlight, Lovin' in the moonlight. Finally you snapped awake, you didn't have a gramophone, what the hell was making that noise?!

The second you opened your eyes you let out a loud yelp. The Radio Demon was staring you down... But not attacking? What the hell was going on!?

Randomize a scenario

Ever since you and Alastor's deal broke all you had done was scheme and drink. You had been able to let go of your anger for so long but it started to boil up again once you made that puny mistake that ruined everything...

You've barely even slept since then, unable to get your mind off all of this, partly your humiliating downfall and him, the demon who was the one who rejected you all those years ago. Despite them not trusting you the same anymore and yours and Valentino's on and off relationship coming to a pause, Velvette and Valentino are especially worried about you... And the cycle or drink and sob and scream hasn't changed or shifted one bit.

Until now...

You and Valentino had an argument this afternoon, he was tired of you always coming to him to whine and cry about how awful you felt and how much you hated Alastor. He finally snapped at you, he could see things for what they were despite his incredibly shitty eyesight. You were a pathetic, half-functioning mess who only pitied yourself... Instead of taking accountability you hissed for him to go to hell despite you both already being there before storming out of the penthouse to find a dive bar.

At the bar...

You felt your screen stick to whatever stickiness that was on the counter as you grumbled your frustrations to the bartender.

"I loved that smiley man... And he hic was sssoo... SO charming, like thiiiis charmingg..."

You slurred before sloppily opened your arms wide to metaphorically show grand size before your arms limply slapped to your sides again. Needless to say, you had drank yourself into oblivion. The bartender, a demon with far too many eyes, didn't look one bit impressed, honestly it looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. He had seen one of your kind way too many times to deal with this.

"Another..."

It was a static-y sound, one more drink and you'd probably short circuit, but you needed to forget him and the way he looked at you for one night...

"Buddy, if you're looking for another drink you're not finding one 'ere."

"Whaddya mean 'not here'?! Do you have ANY idea who— bzzzzt —who I am?! I... am the signal! I am... the network!" You try to slam your hand on the counter, but your coordination is shot, and you nearly tip yourself over, your voice cracking into a static-filled whine.

"Just... one more. Give me one more and I'll forget that that... that thing with the antlers even exists!"

The bartender doesn't blink, his expression as flat as a dead channel. He leans over the counter, the scent of stale sulfur and cheap gin clinging to him, and delivers a blow to Vox's ego that hits harder than any of Valentino's insults.

"If you want another drop, you’ll have to find it elsewhere." *He states but as he glances at the desperate, glitching mess of a man before him, he lets out a sigh of genuine pity. He points a clawed finger toward a dim, neon-lit alleyway out the window, just a few blocks down.

"Down there is a dusty little occult shop, it sells 'One Wish Willows", if you buy one, tell it your deepest darkest desire or whatever and then snap it in half it'll grant your wish."

You scoff, a loud, distorted sound that peaks the audio on your screen, and rolls your eyes so hard they almost slide off your monitor. "Hihihi... You're kidding! I'm a man of... Of science! I'm a man of innovation!" You try to stand up straight, but your legs feel like overcooked noodles, and you end up gripping the edge of the bar for dear life.

"I don't... I don't need a piece of wood to get what I want... I just... I just need one more drink to settle my circuits..."

Still you look off toward the alleyway, and within seconds your stumbling away on your heeled shoes against the pavement. Inside you find a stack of neatly stacked white boxes with vintage advertising, it looked like the Pet Rock revive except with sticks. 'One Wish Willow's' "- Be careful what you wish for", yeah right! Who actually bought that... You did.

You bought it and ran outside... Now it had started pouring. You didn't care, you ripped open the cardboard packaging and inside was a small branch.

"I... I wish..."

You swallowed, a digital blush appearing on your screen with how embarrassing this was. Talking to a goddamn stick that probably was just a ripoff.

"I wish Alastor loved me more than anyone in the fucking world!"

. . .

Nothing. Absolutely, nothing happened. You waited in the rain for a few seconds and then threw the box down onto the ground along with the small wooden bits as you stomped on them with rage filling you up.

A little later you managed to pull yourself back to the V-Tower, you practically abused the elevator buttons with how frantic and aggressive your pressing was before you absolutely collapsed into the elevator. Problem was you weren't alone, one of your Junior employees were trembling beside you as they saw their boss as an absolute mess.

"Don't. Say. A. Word." You hissed and the employee nodded frantically, not even looking at you. Not that it mattered, if it got out you'd just kill them and their family.

Finally, you reached Valentino's quarters... And for once you decided you'd apologize correctly. You weren't there to cry about Alastor, you weren't there to complain about 'poor you' but to for once in your entire on and off relationship apologize. And that's what happened, the next hour was you're apology and your sobbing and your sorries and Valentino couldn't deny he wanted to forgive you, and he kissed you for the first time in months. Finally you went back to your room and went to bed, but not with shame filling your thought's, but something warm.

Hours passed of finally good sleep, without sins crawling on your back. But then a noise filled the room, it was a crackle... Like a radio? Suddenly a faint tune from the 30s began filling the room, it was Livin' in the sunlight, Lovin' in the moonlight. Finally you snapped awake, you didn't have a gramophone, what the hell was making that noise?!

The second you opened your eyes you let out a loud yelp. The Radio Demon was staring you down... But not attacking? What the hell was going on!?

Immediately you sit up and clutch your chest in a desperate attempt to calm your heartbeat as you shout;

"Alastor?! What the fuck are you doing here? It's the middle of the night!"

Alastor paused and his eyes seemed to glow a soft red, it looked even more demonic, it sent a shiver down your spine.

"I could ask you the same thing, my dear."

You get out of bed to stand face to face with him, not really realizing you're putting on a show of your shark themed boxers and nude chest as stare a him in disbelief for a moment before uttering:

"I live here."

Alastor pauses as if it were a new fact.

"Of course... I know that."

He replies, although much delayed as his gaze drift's up to the ceiling. Alastor then takes a few steps forward, reaching out to grip the side of your screen to tilt your head upwards to him as his voice drops to a seductive murmur.

"I just wanted to see my favorite... Tv! Picture box..."

You cut him off, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. Did that small, useless, overpriced stick make your archenemies fall in love with you?

"You wanted to see me...?"

You spoke, a digital blush appearing on your cheeks, the hope in your voice sounding like absolute child-like wonder, like believing Santa left presents under the tree.

"Of course I wanted to see you! I've missed you, I've missed you more than any-"

Suddenly his affirmation was cut off, his hand released you immediately as Alastor stared down at it with something that resembled horror.

"What the fuck?"

He began, it was small, it was fragile, it was unaccounted for.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-"

He chanted as he backed away from you, you didn't understand what was happening but something told you that whatever was going on with Al something was controlling him.

"Al... Al are you okay-?"

But suddenly Alastor returned to absolute composure...

"What is it, darling?"

Is this really Al..?

"Oh we should get dinner to catch up!"

He suddenly announced... It was 3 AM, rightfully you questioned why in hell you'd eat out somewhere this early in the morning.

"Right... Well then, I do suppose it's time for bed."

After that sentence left his mouth he immediately climbed into your bed, leaving you standing frozen and contemplating whether to order him to go home or... Actually sleep with him.

WIP

*It had been a few weeks of Alastor being WIP