#I just want Vox going off on Alastor for being an asshole please hi

[alice-after-dark]

Vox Losing His Shit (RadioStatic? I Think?)

TW for implications of abusive StaticMoth.

"...and on top of that, you insist on debasing yourself to fraternize with that insect. He's only using you. He has no respect for you and he'll just keep using you if you don't-"

"YOU THINK I DON'T FUCKING KNOW THAT?!" Vox screeched, screen glitching hard. "You think I don't know he's a colossal piece of shit?! Newsflash, asshole! We all are! In case you forgot, we're in fucking Hell! Fuck, if I didn't know you better, I'd start to think you're buying into this whole redemption bullshit! It doesn't get better down here, Alastor! It only gets fucking worse! Maybe Mr. High-and-Mighty-Needs-No-One doesn't have shit he wants to protect, but I do and if that means putting up with Valentino's bullshit then that's what I'll fucking do!"

Alastor sneered. "I just think-"

"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK WHAT YOU THINK! You lost any right to tell me what to do with my afterlife 7 fucking years ago and you do not just get to waltz your way back in and expect me to roll over and beg for fucking treats! I didn't tell you to leave! You made the choice to fuck off out of my life and you made it very fucking clear you didn't want shit to do with me, so fucking deal with it!" Vox wrapped his arms around himself, electricity crackling through the air. "And Val might be fucking shit stain, but at least he stuck the fuck around!"

"Vox..."

A red-clawed hand reached for him, but the media demon jerked away from it.

"Don't. Don't fucking touch me. Just go, Alastor. Leave me the fuck alone."

[deadghosy]

HAZBIN HOTEL X ALBERT/FLAMINGO! READER

prompt: after causing chaos in life is paradise, you accidentally clicked the wrong “alt” button.

Oh wow- listen…I’m in my Albert phase guys…so yeah. ANYWAYSSS-

You just got done making your Roblox video as you wanted to exit out of it. You were going for the alt + 4 button only for the alt to look red and shine into your face. The light blinding your sight made you scream as you opened your eyes to see you are in a new area.

…. “Am I in hell…” you said in a high pitch voice. You panicked out a pitch scream gaining weird looks from the sinners. You still kept your human look but as you screamed, the control panel of admins show up. You stopped screaming immediately with an “oh.” And smiled evily

After wrecking most of the pride ring, you felt tired. Seeing an advertisement on tv about a hotel that redeems sinners, you thought maybe you could do some good here. So you pulled out a keyboard and type to teleport to the said hotel

You can go into the wrath, pride, and gluttony ring. It’s pretty real as you have the wrath to destroy things when pissed off. You’re prideful that you can’t be destroyed, and you have the gluttony to eat. A lot.

I can see you just having a small flamingo demon pet following you around. Literally you would make it bite and stab people. You taught it how to do the billy bounce.

The crew most definitely thought you were schizophrenic because you talk out loud as if you were talking to someone 

BIG HEADCANNON THAT YOU HAVE ZOOMIES AROUND THE HOTEL😭

“I start stabbing, now that the lights are out?” “Albert/Reader, please no.” Charlie says holding your arms down. The power went out and you were craving blood.

You’re just a little gremlin :D

Imagine how chaotic it was to not fling someone out of the hotel for fun 😭 LMAO A SINNER FLINGING ACROSS THE WHOLE PENTAGRAM.

“I’m taking away their happiness in a good way!” You say smiling as you drag a resident away from Charlie who seems traumatized. You were like an alastor 0.2 but more happy actually.

LMAO YOU HAVING A BAN HAMMER SO WHEN A RESIDENT IS BEING AN ASSHOLE YOU JUST SLAM THE HAMMER ON THEIR HEAD WITH A “BOOP”

I can imagine you having the same physique as the og Albert. Literally one minute you look like your animal crossing character, and the next thing they know you are some buff Florida man.

“I’m going to make them regret being born.” You said as you clicked an admin that made your skin black with red eyes. The angels came towards you as your cut their heads off.

The whole cast was in shocked seeing a human like you being so powerful with just a panel no one can touch.

“Being a baby will not prevent me from shooting you.” You said jokingly as this toddler was winning uno. The mother ran away with her child as you screamed out uno.

Angel started to rant about what he does for his job and how he basically seller his soul to this moth porn demon. After he told you things what the demon does to Angel. You snapped.

“BITCH I WILL SHOOT YOU!” Yells reader as they cocked their gun. Basically the whole crew has to hold you back as Valentino is pissing himself.

Vox didn’t even know who you were until Valentino started having nightmares and random shadows in his room. (The shadows were you lol) Vox had to look you up and try to find who tf you were. You were a YouTuber. That all it showed up on his feed as he scoffs.

Husk has no opinion on you. He only knows you as that guy with a flamingo. He would sometimes side eye you while you do crazy shit. But matter of fact you two are chill.

“We have different ways of expressing ourselves..” you say to Angel trying to comfort him. “I like this way, he can’t defend himself. And I like that.” You say shooting down a sinner while in battle. Angel dust just side eyes you as if you were actually crazy.

You’re not allowed to go into turf war with him no more.

Velvette has no legit problems with you. Dead ass you and her might be fashion partners. HAVE YOU SEEN ALBERT’S DRIP ON INSTA?! That MAN IS GOOD!

You have so much wanted posters, even you brag to others at how cool you look while destroying someone’s house. All because you were bored.

Charlie is mostly worried for your mental health while Vaggie just knows that you aren’t really the most mental stable in the group.

“STOP DOING THAT! STOP CRYING! What are you a baby?!” You say while smacking away a whole imp baby that was crying beside you on the merry-go-round

Charlie’s eyes widen at what you did. You were like a man child.

I can headcannon you deadass bombed the Vees tower out of pettiness. It was just funny seeing Vox shocked to his damn boots that his home was now gone.

Lucifer made you a duck flamingo cause of how he was trying to be nice to you. He knew you wasn’t a sinner or an angel of sorts. But you were a human that he never seen before. He probably makes you some damn pancakes if you want them.

Lucifer would probably ask if you have a flamingo demon form because you told the crew that you go by flamingo and Albert. You just stood there confused to what this short man was saying. But you just nodded trying to see if you could actually turn into a flamingo.

Headcannon on you just actually helping around by just replacing and changing furniture. You help Charlie with trust exercises as the resident are just confuse at a human being here.

“WHO needs powers, when you have a gun!” You yell excited pulling out a gun from your admin control. You shot downa sinner who was trying to fight you. Alastor just doesn’t see why how your “guns” are more powerful. They don’t even have angelic metal.

Carmilla carmine had seen how you legit shot an angel down with a simple looking gun. It was insane but amazing. She definitely called you down to her place so she can see what your bullets are made out of.

Imagine how you basically see people’s/sinner’s names as if it was a name tag aka username. You would go around saying their name out loud as they look at you scared and crazy. “Hello Hakka!” “How you know my name?!!!!” 😕

Rosie adores you, you may be man child that’s like a gremlin. But you are so sweet and helping. Alastor made you meet her and honestly, it was a great meet and greet. Honestly 10/10.

Headcannon on you and Niffty both killing bugs together. You use your ban gun as Niffty uses a sewing needle. This sweet girl made you a big crown, you better appreciate it.

Alastor had messed with your food making you pissed off. It was the end of the day and you hadn’t eat anything due to not taking care of yourself much. So your reaction was justified when you see alastor’s grins widening.

“I hope you choke on your next meal.” You say as your voice had suddenly boomed across the hotel. It was like as if your mic boosted it, but you don’t have one.

You and Alastor have like a sibling relationship as you two just want to watch people suffer. Literally it’s funny as hell when it’s that one Xbox meme.😭

“MOM SAYS ITS MY TURN TO CAUSE SUFFERING!” You say trying to get over Alastor’s tall body as he causes chaos in the pentagram city.

Sir Pentious didn’t like you at all. Like he was actually scared at his crazy and psychotic you are at times. But when he saw how calm and laid back you actually were. He actually started to warm up close to you. 

The egg boiz follow you around asking if your pet flamingo could play with them. It was so cute as they play with your pet flamingo.

Cherri absolutely loves you and your destructive behavior. Literally you two are a deadly duo cause you would give her some of your admin powers and take it back.

You once actually set up a limb store, literally you were getting that money✨😈 you had chopped off so much limbs got your deer customers.

I can see you actually taking people’s souls lol. You just take souls for fun and not for contract which leaves some overlords confused and scared of your powers.

Heaven would be scared of you personally. Like you are such a menace, sera sent your ass back to hell. Your human appearance was still the same tho lol.

Adam and you, beef on sight. “Why do you even have that pink bird? What are you, ret@rded?” “No but your mother is.” You said back while flipping him off.

Sera doesn’t like you. Your chaotic energy and your “evil” doing are not prohibited in paradise. She might tell Big G about how a human is in hell in perfect condition.

Emily heard about your presence by sera, she wanted to meet you but then again. You are back in hell. But she hopes to meet you one day.

See, me personally you would rob a bank for fun and then give it to some homeless imps in the wrath ring. It’s just you doing random shit while bored.

I can imagine you turning someone into the hulk. You deadass have so much power that it’s concerning and crazy for the hotel crew and rest of hell. You have alot of powers and you can turn people into some green buff human?!?

[kyaappucino]

Drafting, but Sad

This is part of my Radiodust childhood friends draft, but a sad take on it. More of a vent fic than anything, but I like the direction it's going.

CW: implied cannibalism near the end, sad friend trope, unrequited love

“May I have your attention please. The next train to arrive at platform 4D is the 20:10 Supercell Rail service to Buckshot Parkway. Travel in the front four coaches for Euterpe, Mono Gatari, and Ninelie, and Departures. Will passengers intending to travel on this service please join the train now, as it is ready to leave.”

It was a Friday when Alastor’s first love ended, shortly after the last orange leaves fell and the naked branches were wrapped in Christmas lights. When he heard the announcement, Alastor’s left hand wrapped around the handle of his luggage, claw-like and determined. His cellphone vibrated angrily in his pocket, as if it were shouting for attention.

“Don’t do this to me,” He mumbled to himself. “gotta board the train.” People were already starting to shuffle around and beyond him. The vibration in his pocket, the chattering and footsteps of people, the train announcement, and even the smell of various states of body odor and the lemon disinfectant—it was extremely overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. He just wanted it to stop.

“It can stop any time you want it to.” The thought came to Alastor before he could squash it. “Just turn around, answer the phone, and go back to town. Let him catch you.” Angel Dust. He didn’t need to check who was calling, of course. Anthony was just as intertwined in his mess of a life as Alastor was.

But who was he, exactly, without Angel?

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He didn’t know. For more than a decade, Alastor built his life around his best friend. Worked part-time jobs in convenience stores, became a part-time fabric mule for Vox, and occasionally accepted shifts in the butcher shop to support himself while he waited for yet another man to sweep Anthony away in his arms, just to pick up the pieces.

It was all he knew. Then he heard the answering voice of his older brother.

“Ma didn’t run off just so y’could devote your life to a man who don’t love ya.”

Alastor’s frown deepened as he neared platform 4D. He quickened his step to hear the echo of his dusty black loafers on the smooth station tiles, desperate to drown out his conscience.

“Look. If you wanna be a butcher, fine. But I’ve seen you cook, Al. Y’got what it takes to go pro if you wanted. And maybe a bigger city’s gonna be good. Sometimes, you gotta run away from the things you love before they suck all the fight out of you.”

Finally, he arrived at the platform and got in line as more people boarded the train. The vibrating in his pocket continued. There was still time before it was his turn, so he steeled his heart and answered his phone.

“Al! You fuckin’ asshole, at least tell me where you’re goin’!”

“…Angel,” he said, soft as could be. He wasn’t ready for a fight. “I already said I was going to college.”

“But…but y’could go here!” Angel replied, knowing how to keep breaking Alastor’s heart. “I don’t understand…I thought being Gio’s apprentice was yer dream.”

The line moved slightly, and Alastor trapped the phone between the crook of his shoulder and ear so he could adjust the luggage beside him. “It was. I liked town just fine. Judgmental stares wouldn’t have bothered me as long as I could work and come back to a friendly face.”

Angel hissed through his teeth. “You got us, man. Vox, Val, Vel, Rosie, Mimz, for god’s sake! And me…”

Alastor chuckled, voice bitter. “Do I really, Angel?”

“That’s…that ain’t fair, bitch, and you know it.” Angel said. It sounded like he was walking. “Y’know what’s at stake if we…”

“Yeah.” Alastor said, cutting him off. They’d had this song and dance before. “You don’t date friends. You don’t want what we’ve got to end. I know that. But you also know that I’ve loved you for years. And last night, we had that chance.”

“Al…”

“…and yet, you still apologized. So…I need to know who I really am. Without you.” He imagined Angel’s shocked face and it shook his resolve. Alastor hated making Angel cry. He hated anyone else who did, but if it was himself—the irritation was twice as much.

“Y’don’t gotta move away for that, I…I can just not…”

“Come around the apartment? Visit Gio’s? Walk Fat Nuggets past the park every day?” Snapshot after snapshot of warm memories flooded through his mind then, of Angel eagerly decorating his apartment. Of him finding excuses to walk into Gio’s during Alastor’s shift. Angel apologizing because his pig Fat Nuggets managed to wrap his leash around both of their legs.

“Angel. Anthony. I…I can’t keep doin’ this witcha. Playin’ house an’ wantin’ t’protect ya. But when night falls…y’don’t care ‘bout me like dat.”

“Even I deserve sum’n t’love me back. I deserve more than…” Alastor’s voice shook with all the emotion he’d tried to push down. “…more than ‘I can’t love ya the way you need.’”

There was a choked sort of noise at that.

“You know better than to take my drunk ass seriously.” His voice sounded echo-y, like he was close. The same sound of people and train station announcements, too.

Fuck.

He had to board the train.

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“I always took you seriously.” Alastor replied with a strength he never felt inside. “Always, always. But you kept looking away from me. And when I finally gave you the date you asked for, you said sorry over and over again after.”

On the other end of the line, Angel’s breath was heavy, his steps frantic, and people were complaining. “What the hell? Asshole, quit running—“

Alastor held his train ticket and luggage in one hand as he closed his phone in the other. “Don’t I deserve a chance to try something new without you, Angel?”

He saw the boy who became a man who was still the love of his life, with tear-filled eyes asking him to stay. Even then, Alastor wanted to. He wanted nothing but to drop everything, miss his train, embrace Anthony, and build a life together. But that wasn't what Angel was going to give him.

No, Angel wanted the best friend who'd never leave his side as he navigated through life. Being bright and unapologetic. And somehow, knowing that Angel would inevitably find someone else to love was a reality he couldn't cope with anymore.

It was one thing to mangle and dismember and consume the men Angel had been with. If he were being honest, it was one of the few times he truly felt connected to his childhood friend. But the police were getting suspicious and sooner or later, the dogs would find his scent, if Henroin didn't get to him first.

"Please, Alastor," his older brother had said last night. "Just try. Leave town. Learn how to cook. Fill your head with more than just Anthony."

[snarkybluechristian]

Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 36

Meanwhile, Alastor and the other two members of the Spider Family returned to the grand ballroom where the kingpins and other overlords were dining away.

Arackniss and Henroin watched Alastor nervously as he approached Vaggie.  That anxiety was not lost on the three V’s sitting next to them, and the other kingpins and overlords seemed to quickly catch onto it as well.

Vaggie was too preoccupied with her dinner to notice at first, but she soon noticed the others staring at her.

Vaggie’s only response was to cock an eyebrow annoyedly and disinterestedly from the unwanted attention and wonder what was going on.

Suddenly, Alastor placed his hands on Vaggie’s bare shoulders and said, “I know what you did, dear.”

Vaggie could tell from his tone and from the strength of his grip that Alastor was fuming.  He knew.  He had to.

“Don’t.  Lie.  To.  Me,” Alastor replied, tightening his grip on Vaggie’s shoulders with every word.

Vaggie stood up, turned around, swiping Alastor’s hands off her shoulders as she did so, and exclaimed proudly, “If this is about Angel, then yes!  I admit it!  I left Angel a note in the vent to warn him about what you were going to do to him!”

If any kingpin or landlord wasn’t paying attention to her, they certainly were now.  All of them, except for Valentino who had just noticed the keys in Arackniss’s coat pocket.

Despite his anger, Alastor didn’t let down his smiling façade.

His only response was to tut at Vaggie and say, “Vaggie, Vaggie, Vaggie, I am quite disappointed with you, dear.”

“I don’t care!” Vaggie shouted proudly.  “Angel’s my friend!  I was not about to let him get whisked away with no idea of what he was getting into!  I don’t care what you do to me!  It was worth it!”

Alastor stood silently for a moment and looked angrily through Vaggie, never dropping his smile, but shaking almost unnoticeably from what Vaggie knew was jealousy and rage.

Vaggie looked up into Alastor’s eyes and felt her blood run cold.  His eyes were trembling, as if he wanted to cry rage-filled tears but was using all his power to hold them back.

For Alastor to even show this much emotion was unprecedented.  For Alastor, any demon who showed such emotion was pitiful and weak.  And for himself, that was unacceptable.

Vaggie knew that and everyone else knew that.  Everyone waited anxiously to see Alastor’s response as much in fear as in curiosity.  Even Rosie looked concerned.

Everyone, except for Valentino, who slyly slipped his hand into Arackniss’s coat pocket.

Finally, Alastor looked down at Vaggie and simply asked, “Oh, really now?”

Vaggie, despite being much shorter than Alastor, looked up to him and snarled, “Yes, you pompous, arrogant asshole!  And I’d do it again!  I will never submit to you!  Angel won’t either!”

Molly, who had just re-entered the ballroom, turned invisible and backed up against the wall to see what Alastor would do.

“Are you quite done?” Alastor asked, as his familiar emerged from his shadow and approached Vaggie.  “I think it’s time for you to learn your place.”

The familiar grabbed onto Vaggie's arm and began pulling her towards the backstage hallway.  

The rest of the ballroom was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Some of the other demons in the room watched in amazement and sick pleasure.  Others turned away in fear and pity, waiting for the event to end.  

Even the Spider Family, Vox, and Velvet were stunned into inaction, transfixed by the scene in front of them.

No one in the room noticed Valentino holding the keys and dashing out of the large ballroom.

The Radio Demon stood in place and watched gleefully as his familiar dragged Vaggie back towards the backstage hallway.

Vaggie tried to break free, but her efforts were futile since the shadow familiar was stronger than her.

"No!  Where are you taking me?!" Vaggie cried.

“Somewhere to reflect on your actions until the auction is over,” Alastor replied.  “I’ll see you later, dear.”

The familiar dragged Vaggie towards the backstage area.  Molly camouflaged herself and crept silently against the wall while Alastor's familiar dragged Vaggie into the backstage hallway.

Vaggie stopped fighting, hoping against hope that the shadow would imprison Vaggie with Angel.

But unfortunately, the shadow stopped at a random, unmarked door on the left side of the wall that stood out against the hallway with the marked dressing room and storage room doors.

The familiar unceremoniously swung open the door and flicked on the light switch revealing a plain room with four concrete walls, a vent, and a chair inside.

Vaggie attempted one more time to break away, but it was completely fruitless.

Without having to extend any effort, the familiar dragged Vaggie into the center of the room and pushed her down into the chair.

Once Vaggie sat in the chair, black tentacles wrapped around her, forcing her arms down on the arm rests and tying her legs to the legs of the chair.  One last tentacle wrapped tightly around her mouth.

Having finished his work, the familiar opened his mouth and Alastor’s voice came out of it, saying, “Fear not, my love.  You’ll only be here until the evening has concluded.  Until then, please take the time to reflect on your behavior.”

The familiar gave one more demonic smirk as he exited the room, shut the door, slid the lock shut and walked away.

Vaggie sat alone in the dark.  The only light came from under the door.

Vaggie was completely immobilized, but she did not lose her cool and mentally prepared herself for the hours of loneliness she had ahead of her.

After all, despite her circumstances, Vaggie had one thing to be happy about.  Angel had received her warning.  Even if he was helpless, Angel now had a fighting chance.

Then suddenly, before she had time to think anymore, Vaggie heard the door unlock and looked up to see Molly standing in the doorway.

Vaggie gasped in surprise and gasped against her bindings.

“Vaggie,” Molly said.  “I could use your help, and it looks like you could use mine.”

Vaggie looked into Molly’s eyes and nodded.

Molly smiled as she entered the room, flicked on the light, summoned a knife, and let the door shut behind her.