A fanfic for @cherry-blitz, based on their Persistance Pays AU in which instead of giving up after his failed proposal, Vox implants a chip in Alastor's brain that is able to identify and report his internal feelings and affection levels. Essentially, Vox turns Alastor into a dating sim. Read more about the original au here!
In this fic, Alastor finds out about the chip and angst ensues.
Word count: 4.5k
Songs: Rät by Penelope Scott, Feel Better by Penelope Scott, Unsweetened Lemonade by Amelie Farren
Trigger Warnings: implied suicide, slight gore, and general unhappiness.
Thank you for letting me write this Cherry!
Read on Ao3 or under the cut!
Like creamer in coffee—the way he knew the other preferred—silver snaked along metal in hypnotic swirls. Trailing along the barrel, gliding down the handle, it gleamed under his cold claws.
Tink, tink, it said as he readjusted his grip. The craftsmanship was breathtaking, and he forced his gaze along the vine of steel. Up and down, and up and down again.
A knife lay on the floor beside his feet, styled similarly to the gun. The handcrafted blade shone with laughter, taunting him to finish the job. The other had brought a knife to a gunfight; how ironic. The idiom brought bile to his throat.
He kicked away the knife. Two bullets had been commissioned for a reason. It skittered to a stop next to—well, did it matter? To avoid looking, he followed the glimmering path of angelic steel encasing his pistol again. Spinning it in his hand, his eyes trailed to the muzzle at the tip of the barrel. Beautiful. Carmine had been paid handsomely.
A single digit still rested on the trigger. He was shaking, exhaustion settling within his marrow. His arm lifted, and he had to find a new sight to fix his gaze upon. He would not look down.
So, instead, he looked up. His eyes dragged sluggishly with the tilt of his head, eventually locking onto a shining light in the sky. Heaven.
He idly wondered if any divine being would stop him. Perhaps he was still destined for greatness. He envisioned God Themself descending from the sky, gently easing the gun from his hand, and promising a future where he wouldn’t hurt. You will be fine, They would promise. You will forget, They would soothe.
Alas, nobody came to take away his destiny. The metal still pressed against his head. His hands had stopped shaking.
How funny. He had taken a life just minutes ago, shivering like a frigid stray. But now, when another death was to be dealt, he was calm. Maybe his body knew that this was right. This was the only ending left to him.
It didn’t have to end this way. If Alastor had just been a little more ignorant, or if Vox had just been a little more cunning. Maybe, just maybe, they could have been happy.
The mechanical whir of who-knows-what was constantly alive in Vox’s room. The sound used to bring Alastor to the verge of a headache, and his picture-box’s incessant whining would tip the scale.
Thankfully, some divine being in charge of fate decided it was time for a change. Now the machinery settled like a comfortable blanket of white noise, relaxing him in the embrace of familiarity. The blue that once strained his eyes now felt like an ocean that washed away his worries and slowed the hammering of his heart. Of course, the hammering returned every time Vox glanced his way, but he didn’t mind it so much then. Maybe he was a masochist—he had an inkling that wasn’t the (only) reason, though.
The gentle clacking of keys melted into the mechanical hum, creating a lulling orchestra that coaxed Alastor to rest his eyes. He was splayed across the bed in Vox’s office, his cool comforter lazily bundled beneath him. The warm fuzz settling in his stomach was welcome as he squinted his lids open to watch his friend work.
With a contented hum, Alastor broke into the symphony. “Vinny, I think I would like to talk.”
Vox paused, glancing over to the deer in his bed. His bed!
“About what?”
There was one thing weighing on Alastor’s mind for the past few days. Actually, that was a lie; there were two. The first had taken many, many years even to begin considering. The term ‘friendship’ was big enough, so the fact that he had been pondering more irked him enough to ignore the possibility for a couple of extra years.
However, there was only so long one could put off their emotions. Alastor certainly wasn’t ready to conclude anything—but maybe he was ready to discuss it.
Rosie, for example, had been a pain in his ass lately. Ever since he had told Vox about their deal, Alastor had been careful to keep the burden of working under her unnoticeable to his companion. Since his forced sabbatical—he shuddered at the memory—his emotions toward his owner had deteriorated significantly. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could—no, wanted to keep them to himself.
Alastor considered all of this for a moment before conceding, “Oh, just stuff. I’m growing rather bored at the moment.”
The hunk of metal and glass smiled, leaning back in his chair to exit his world of work. It could wait.
Fingers interlaced together, and a lazy grin splayed across his screen, Vox prompted, “Okay then, tell me about your first day here. In Hell, I mean. It’s hard to see you as anything other than the monster you are now—were you ever a fledgling? Or were you always completely secure in your ways?”
Alastor’s smile pursed, but it loosened with a shrug. “I…I can recount that. But if I’m going to be honest, then I demand tit for tat. Promise you’ll answer whatever I ask truthfully?”
With a quick nod, Vox agreed to the informal rules. They had no secrets between them anymore.
“Well,” Alastor began with a sigh, “it’s not what I expected. I thought Hell would be all flames, torture, and pain—” he broke off, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, “which, I suppose it is, but not exactly how I had envisioned it.”
“It’s so civilized,” he continued, “yet completely devoid of humanity. There’s still structure and even a functioning economy. It’s disturbingly reminiscent of Earth, while still wildly different. I had been raised to anticipate individualized physical torture—whips and the like.”
“There’s still plenty of whips here,” Vox helpfully pointed out. He was silenced with a pillow to the face.
“However,” Alastor concluded once Vox had recovered from the attack, “when I came into contact with Rosie and discovered the extent of my promised power, everything eased into place. I swiftly climbed the ranks with my intoxicating power, and the rest is history.”
An audio clip of applause played from Vox’s speakers, followed by “Bravo, bravo! What an inspiring tale of overcoming strife and all that nonsense. I feel enlightened, thank you!”
Alastor rolled his eyes. With considerable effort, he pulled himself from the cushioned mattress to sit up and face the idiot across from him.
An old memory then made itself known, and with a chipper voice, he announced, “My turn!”
Vox spread his arms as if expecting an embrace, a smug expression fixated on his glass. “Hit me, Allie.”
He raised a brow in confusion, and the other’s arms fell with a frustrated groan. “It means—never mind, just ask.”
His emotions were only the first of many things on his mind. The second made its way past his lips and into Vox’s audio port.
“What happened that night in the 50s when you found me unconscious in the streets?”
Vox’s smile immediately lost its smugness.
“Something just doesn’t add up to me about the whole ordeal,” he continued, ”I’ve never been jumped by random sinners before, and you arrived at just the perfect time to rescue your damsel in distress?”
This was true. With his insurmountable power, no one had dared challenge his authority. Fear had commanded respect for him his entire afterlife—with the exception of that night.
He continued rambling, gesturing animatedly as he recounted the too-coincidental events. “And you should have hated me! I found you less than pleasant after your pathetic proposal, and I believe I made that quite obvious. I feel I have the right to know the truth, Vinny, don’t you agree?”
The funniest thing happened to Vox’s face. It froze like a video with a poor connection, glitching in the way Alastor used to coax out with insults. Except this time, he employed no teasing. He had even refrained from calling him ‘Voxent’! He watched curiously as his TV came back online.
“I– you– don’t be ridiculous, Al.” He shook his head, standing to walk towards his deer. “You already know–” he broke off, a distinct green glimmer silencing him. Betrayal took hold of both of them.
“You tried to lie,” Alastor accused.
“You made a sneaky deal!” Vox shot back.
Vox sighed, sinking onto the bed next to him. He had a strange look on his face—he was scheming, Alastor quickly identified. But, underneath the conniving visage, he recognized a thin layer of fear struggling to stay unnoticed. The idea of Vox being scared to share something with Alastor unnerved him to the point of nausea. Vox knew practically everything about him; how dare he hide like this now?
Before more accusations could fly from Alastor’s mouth, Vox spoke up.
“I…told you…” He began, carefully enunciating each word as if to make sure he was pronouncing them correctly, “I’ve told you that I saw a stray laser hit you. Probably from one of the turf wars going on; you’ve seen Pentious’ weapons. I’ve said that I helped you up, that’s all. And I think you know how stubborn I can be when I want something. I don’t see why you need to keep bringing it up—we’ve talked about this already.”
His tone suggested he wasn’t willing to discuss the matter further. It didn’t escape Alastor how he managed to skirt around the loose constraints of the deal simply by mentioning that he had said something. The look in Vox’s eyes prevented him from pointing this out. His calm, collected genius of a manipulator looked like a cornered animal, and the thought tugged at his heart in a way that made him drop his eyes along with the subject.
“If you say so, Vin. Just know…” He hesitated. Alastor was not one for comforting words. “There’s nothing you could do that’s unforgivable. I know you; you would never take anything too far.”
His hesitancy was validated when the attempt was met with abject horror. He shouldn’t have said anything.
Standing suddenly, Alastor cleared his throat. “I’m going to go check on the hotel. Lord knows what Charlie has been up to the past few hours—the poor girl could have burned the whole place down by now, ha ha!”
Vox chuckled halfheartedly, and with a small glance back at him, Alastor sank into his shadows.
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Something was wrong, and Alastor was going to find out what. Perhaps Vox had made a deal with someone not to discuss the situation—but the solution there was easy. He simply had to find whoever was constraining his dear friend to the deal and kill them! Then the silly picture box would be free to speak as he pleased, and they could tell each other everything once more.
Don’t worry, Vox. He promised to find what kept him silent.
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Holy shit holy shit holy shit that was so fucking close.
Alastor was a hair away from discovering the chip, and Vox had barely caught onto their tiny deal before ruining absolutely everything. That slippery bastard was too smart for his own good.
It’s okay, though; everything was fine. Vox made sure there were no loose ends. Alastor would never know.
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“I swear, Alastor, you spend more time at V Tower than at the hotel you host!”
Various murmurs of agreement with Vaggi came from the mingling residents of the Hazbin Hotel. The only one who kept their mouth shut was Sir Pentious, who was actually making a run (slither?) for his room.
Alastor curiously watched the pathetic sinner slink down the hall in search of his bedroom. Sir Pentious’s mood was mercurial in relation to Alastor, but he had never been able to pinpoint the topic that set him off. He wondered…
Pentious had his hand on the brass doorknob, but before he had the chance to turn it, Alastor materialized next to him for a friendly visit.
“Hello, my dear!”
The snake jumped, which was a rather unfitting expression considering the fact that he was a serpent and never actually left the ground. Beads of sweat traced his jaw, and Alastor knew he was right on the money.
Without lending time for a reciprocal greeting, Alastor questioned, “Do you know Vox, my close friend? He’s got a TV for a face and happens to be in every advertisement on this side of the pentagram. You’ve seen him, yes?”
Bulging eyes looked up at him—up because Pentious had seen to make himself as small as possible, smart man—and gave a terse nod.
“Wonderful!” He clasped his hands together, leaning down to occupy the space between them. “Would you be so polite as to tell me what your issue with him is?”
A frightened squeak escaped the sinner, and his mouth clamped shut mechanically. Instead of giving a binary response of yes or no, he chose to shrink further into the ground.
“Well,” Alastor’s brows furrowed, “don’t keep me waiting.”
Again, Pentious chose something other than words to communicate his distress. A muffled mmph was thrown out, lips still sealed together.
So, he couldn’t speak. For the life of him, Alastor couldn’t understand why in Hell (haha!) Vox would make a deal with Sir Pentious. Of all people! It seemed they had both made a deal not to speak about the situation, but why? This little interview was raising more questions than answers.
He took a step back, returning air to breathe to the trembling serpent. Alastor adjusted his bow, brushed some non-existent dust off his sleeve, and asked, “You can’t talk about it, I’m guessing?”
Pentious shook his head, slowly uncoiling from his position on the floor.
Alastor hummed in thought, watching him recover from what technically wasn’t an attack.
“How’s your handwriting?”
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Imagine coming home to your ranch after a weekend road trip. Traversing the dusty roads, you clear the final hill and gain access to your driveway. But—what is that in the sky? You almost miss it as you’re turning in, but you catch a glimpse of circling birds in the distance. Unease grips your stomach, but you park your car.
You step out, go inside, and unload the groceries, all the while thinking about those birds. Just to be safe, you decide to check in your barn and count your cats. You see one, two, three, four…
You have five cats
You walk down your long, winding driveway, gravel crunching under your feet. Your other four kitties follow just a few strides away, innocently curious if you have any snacks. You pass your mailbox. You hear the screech of a bird. You follow the sound, and identify the…situation…to be at the other side of a hill. You climb. So do the others.
Stick with me now. Imagine the grassy hill you scale, the cawing of turkey vultures, and your prettiest barn cat’s disappearance. How would it feel to trek that slope? Just before you reach the top, how tight would the knot in your stomach be? You watch one of the black cats meet the crest of the hill before you and stare down to the other side, tail pointed down and stilling stiff as a board. He knows. You wish you didn’t, too.
How do you feel?
This is the best way Alastor could describe how he felt while walking to V Tower—and even then, it wasn’t enough. His stomach felt like a rubber band drawn too tight, and his legs only kept walking due to the momentum of his stride.
A billboard with his face smiled down at him, advertising his endorsement of Velvette’s Love Potion. The man in the ad, head held high, grinned lazily as if he were comfortable sitting as someone else’s doll—hair, outfit, and limbs all arranged by the youngest of the Vees. How happy he looked to be someone’s plaything. To be neatly packaged into a marketable toy and sold pentagram-wide.
His head pounded with a headache and—fuck, his head.
He was brought out of his stupor with agonizing clarity. The chip. The chip was in his brain right now, and who knew what it was doing. It could be tracking his thoughts, reporting them back to its master via whatever blue magic modern technology operated on.
He let his next step take him to the nearest shadow, slinking through it to escape to his radio tower. The rickety thing was tacked onto the side of the hotel, and its slight lean did absolutely nothing to ease the spinning of his head.
The whole world was reeling now as bile clawed its way up his throat. Unconsciously, Alastor’s claws raked his scalp in an attempt to ground himself with the pain. When that didn’t work, he began tearing out his hair in clumps. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, which was enough to coerce the vomit out of his mouth.
Wiping his mouth and swaying slightly, he turned back to the mirror. A complete idiot stared at him. Someone with curly hair, pristine teeth, docile glasses, and a fucking bow on his collar. He looked like someone’s dog, and the comparison made him throw up again.
How stupid could he be? Genuinely, it was unfathomable how greatly he had fallen. He was and still is the strongest sinner in Hell, yet he had contentedly lapped at Vox’s boots in domesticity. Fucking pathetic.
Alastor had changed himself for a man he thought had cared about him. He had entertained the thought of caring back. He had swapped his refined overcoat for a pretentious vest. His locks had been rounded to appear more approachable. His edges had been sandpapered down to look better on camera, and he had eagerly permitted it. It was vile—he didn’t recognize the manufactured face reflecting back at him.
Snarling, lips curled in such a way that it could technically still be called a smile, he violently ripped the shameful bow off. Even his teeth had changed, bleached so white they made him look like a plastic mannequin. Then, the glasses went, shattering against the nearby wall. He tried running his fingers through the curls to revert them to his sleek, straight bob. But the persistent coils stayed, bouncing in mockery.
Alastor had let Vox play dolls with him and believed that it was genuine. He had really, truly believed that Vox was different from every other demon in Hell. But of course—the idea of becoming the strongest sinner to break Alastor’s deal with Rosiel had been Vox’s idea, hadn’t it? It was so disgustingly obvious that he had been used, and Alastor hadn’t noticed.
Claws made their way back to the base of his neck, and this time, started digging.
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Vox could tell something was off. After off-handedly mentioning that night from decades ago and disappearing, Alastor had yet to return. That wouldn’t be entirely amiss if he had responded to the text Vox sent hours ago—yet it remained unread.
Something was much less right when Alastor finally did arrive. He lurked in the corner of Vox’s room for a moment, watching him work. Vox let him stay, waiting till he stepped out of his own accord.
He did. And when he took those two steps forward and let light hit his face, Vox shot out of his chair and ran to his side, clamoring around his desk and leaping straight over his bed. Alastor’s head was covered in blood.
“Holy fuck– Al, you look like shit! What happened? Who did this to you?”
Vox ran to inspect him, hands only hovering to avoid unwanted contact. He fretted like a buzzing bug, flitting between Alastor’s head, face, and back. He couldn’t help but brush a lock out of the way with a single finger, trying to find where the bleeding was coming from.
In an attempt to speed up the process, he connected to the chip to identify at least the source of the pain.
Error 404
Device not found
One second, he was standing right side up; the other, he was splayed on the floor with Alastor’s hands around his neck. The deer’s ever-present smile gleamed down at him more maliciously than it ever had before.
“Al–” he sputtered, hands hovering over Alastor’s grip, “wait, please! I can explai–”
He was cut off with a fist to the screen. A crack spiderwebbed its way across the glass, and he was forced to dissolve into electricity and hide in a camera across the room.
“Fuck—Al, just listen! I– I have a good reason, please just hear me out! I can’t–” he choked back a sob, voice projecting, “I can’t lose you again.”
Alastor spun maniacally in circles, searching the walls for—his eyes locked on the camera. Instantly, a tendril of shadow shot up and shattered the small device. Vox stumbled out in a flash of light, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Please–”
Of course, Alastor didn’t let him finish. He had been swayed by this cunning bastard once before, and he would not let that silver tongue beguile him again. He interrupted the TV’s pleas with another blow, this time to his side in his gills.
Vox wheezed, doubled over, and Alastor took the opportunity to hit his ugly head again with his fist. Shadows and powers forgotten, Alastor landed blow after blow with knuckles and spite.
Vox made pathetic noises the entire time—Alastor once again compared him to a puppy in his mind. But that was wrong. Vox was a shark through and through, ravenously devouring every chance he could get to climb the hierarchy of life. The same way he devoured Alastor’s affections. Revolting.
The deceitful overlord remained doubled over, not attempting to escape nor fight back. This only enraged Alastor more. Who did he think he was? Did Vox think he was too good to fight back? Did he still think he could take advantage of Alastor’s sympathy by not standing up for himself? Rapugnent.
He needed Vox to fight back. This bastard needed to be beaten back into place, and it wouldn’t get the point across unless he really lost.
“Get—up—and—fight—you—filthy—coward!” He accented each word with a punch, aiming for places he knew hurt the worst: gills, stomach, and the back of his monitor. Vox remained unswayed, simply curling tighter in vain attempts to protect himself.
Alastor took a step back, peering down at the beaten shark. It didn’t bring the satisfaction he needed, and his blood still boiled with rage. He flexed his bleeding knuckles, watching his old friend tremble like—well, he should probably quit with the kind comparisons. Vox was trembling like a little bitch.
“You loathesome creature. You are nothing more than a pathetic, weak, gadget-dependent degenerate. How does it feel to have your shiniest trophy ripped away from you?” Alastor took a shuddering breath, because he wasn’t going to cry for some second-class overlord. “How does it feel to ruin something a second time? You miserable failure.”
Alastor didn’t feel those words did what he was feeling justice, but he never got to see Vox’s reaction. Without his noticing, wires had loosely snaked around the base of his legs. They took that opportune moment of inattentiveness to constrict around his calves and throw him at the nearest wall. The concrete caved to make room for his body, shards of rock digging into his back.
Finally.
Vox uncurled from his standing fetal position, straightening his back to stare at Alastor in…mourning?
Nothing he did was ever going to be enough for Alastor, was it? Vox had been disparaged for trying to include Alastor in his rapid growth of power. He had been belittled for requiring assistance, for being weak, and for going to such abhorrent lengths as to call Alastor a friend. He had done everything wrong then, and after going through excruciating trouble to fix it, he was still condemned for doing it inadequately.
Vox had spent countless nights wide awake, fretting over what outfit would make that stupid percentage bar tick up even one percent. He learned where he could and couldn’t put his hands, what words Alastor did and didn’t like, what colors made him more likeable, and even kept his CRT head for years longer than he should have. He bled himself dry to please his deer, and Alastor hated him for it.
Well, fuck him.
Vox still remembered, clear as day, the pain of losing Alastor the first time. After rejecting Vox’s partnership offer, Alastor simply quit frequenting the bar where they had drunk together so often. Vox would know, because he never stopped going. Alastor moved on as if Vox had been nothing more than an amusing acquaintance who had lost his fleeting attention. Alastor had lost his personal jester, and Vox had lost his best friend.
Vox crossed paths with Alastor a few times before approaching him again, while the chip was still in development. Vox had stared daggers into him, watching every micro-movement and listening in on every conversation. And what did he get in return? Barely half a glance in his direction, coupled with an expression so apathetic it curdled his insides like old milk.
The utter disinterest painting Alastor’s features was sickening, and Vox wouldn’t stand to see such a lack of emotion a second time.
He would not lose Alastor again.
If love wouldn’t make Alastor his forever, then hate would. Alastor would hate Vox with so much passion that the demon with a TV head would never leave his mind. If Alastor was incapable of love—because surely that’s what this all means—then he would despise Vox for all eternity here in this wretched realm. Vox would nurture a relationship through insults, fights, and weaponized emotions Alastor had let slip during their time as “friends.” Alastor would care about Vox forever, one way or another.
And so, with matching maniac smiles, the two overlords launched at each other, aiming to kill their old partner alongside the pathetic love that was once there.
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They fought almost every day. When they weren’t fighting, they were recovering. They destroyed buildings, leveled blocks, and left each other limping for home each time. The more chance Vox had to speak, the more likely Alastor was to slip up. Vox got more than his fair share of hits in, though Alastor usually won. There were still some perks in being the strongest sinner, he supposed.
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A year passes. Then two. Then five, ten, twenty, thirty fly by. Redemption is possible, yippee-ki-fuckin-yay. Neither rival is too interested—all they need is here in Hell.
The space that love once filled begins to ferment. It rots into something more spoiled than hatred. The mutual obsession ruins both of them slowly, until all Alastor dreams of is cracking Vox’s head in half. All Vox can think about is wiping that fucking smile off Alastor’s face.
It’s hard to tell who contacted her first, but eventually, both sinners are armed by Carmine.
This ending isn’t a happy one. Nobody knows who died first, just that the old almost-lovers were dead on arrival. Nobody particularly cared to inspect it—it didn’t matter. They were finally dead, and finally quit bothering everyone with their “almost”s, “maybe”s, and “if only”s.
Idk if anyone actually reads this stuff or if I'm talking to a brick wall. A shiny brick wall that shows me pretty colors and pixels. I will hope the former and announce a secondary blog I've made to post my poetry! Give it a peep if you're interested :]
@emipoetry
It is a poetry blog, so please be ready for cringy teenager angst! Many of the poems will be old ones I wrote while in a rough patch in high school (because everybody has a poetic rough patch in high school) so readers beware.
@mediumrareemi / @novahazbinhere Here ya go~! Saw you mentioned the outfit in your most recent post and I hadn't even finished and uploaded this yet! So figured I should get it done for ya~! So here is the Lovely Nova- Works under Velvette as a model- Was wonderful drawing her~!
OOC: I've never rp'd before, so please give me some grace lol
[Nova quickened her steps, her pace falling somewhere between a walk and a jog. She clutched a mass of fabrics tightly to her chest as she half-raced down the hall back to Velvette's studio. Despite her main role as a model, Nova was still subject to basic errand work. In her haste, she failed to give Ven a proper greeting as she passed her in the lengthy hall.]
"Hi Ven! Bye Ven-"
[She cut off, almost tripping over herself as she stumbled to a stop. Ven certainly wasn't out of place within the walls of Vee Tower, and her armful of various scraps of metal mirrored Nova's cloth. What really struck her with surprise was Ven's missing eye.
Concern painted Nova's face as both girls came to a halt, either forgetting or abandoning their rush.]
"Whoa! What happened to your eye? Are you alright?"
[Her right wing rustled behind her, twitching slightly with anxiety.]
OOC: hope I did this right lol, please let me know if I need to make any changes in formatting! I didn't realize this was a rp blog until I really checked it out. I figured since both of our characters work in the same building, they were bound to run into each other occasionally!
(Ooc: Its fine, i think you did well for your first rp starter! Preciate you for coming to rp at all~! l say for the way you wrote this starter— this is after the incident in general! So shortly after she walked away from Vox meaning she'd be out of her office!)
[Ven will be without her left eye for 2 more asks/interactions]
[Ven's eye widened when she almost missed Nova coming, luckily stopping herself before they could collide. Holding the clipboard she had before and some blueprints.]
"Hm? Oh, Hey Miss Nova. Sorry I didn't notice you coming sooner— I um... had a bit of a... system malfunction you could say and it led to stuff overheating and then... yea..." [She said as she actually went and took off the shattered eye piece, revealing the dark hole in the left side of her face that normally was covered by the prosthetic eye and looked at it with a sigh.] "Happened right in front of the boss too... so um... i-i'm a little in shambles at the moment—"
[She rubs her arm a bit and looks at Nova.] "But don't worry though, I'll be okay, just will have a little bit of a sensitive stinging sensation on the left side of my face for a few hours or more while I make repairs..."
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(Ooc: Yep! It's a Hazbin Hotel Oc Ask and Roleplay blog! I use it to also repost/share my Hazbin art too since this is the one with most eyes on it of my current three Roleplay accounts. Only thing about this oc is 9/10 she will be in the basement of the Vee Tower as it's where she works and lives. But hey! Rp starters she can be anywhere as long as she's IN the Tower. Ven refuses to leave the tower and even Vox would struggle to get her to want to leave. If the rp is in Pentagram City, that would mean the rp would be the past before she became who she is now. Back in her Rotary Phone days.)
Nova cringed and reached a hand out as if to touch Ven's face, but thought better of it and retracted her arm.
"Oh...that doesn't sound fun at all. Is there anything I can do to help?"
She glanced down at the fabrics she was holding and decided to tack on, "Well- I need to deliver these to Velvette first. Maybe I could help afterwards. Helping a fellow Voxtek employee has to count as work, right? Helping increase productivity or something?" She let out a light chuckle, still staring tentatively at the dark hole present on Ven's face. It certainly didn't look comfortable.
OOC: hehe this is fun. Yippee! Maybe one day we can rp their first interaction together :P. I also accidentally reposted this to my poetry blog first lol, so sorry if you get any weird notifs
[Ven chuckled softly at the lightheartedness of Nova and nodded.] "In a way you aren't wrong. Technically every time I 'play' robo-doctor for some people here, it technically is me still working."
"Do what you have to for Miss Velvette first of course. There isn't much that can be done to help me on your side personally, but having company helps keep the mind from wandering." [She stated with a gentle smile before noticing the way Nova was staring at the hole, her normal eye widening as she then covered it a bit with the base of her palm while holding the broken eye.]
"S-Sorry-! I-It's not often I take the eye off... I forget that that's there underneath... p-probably should have waited until I was in my lab-"
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[Ooc: You are all good, I didn't get any notifications about it. Also I would love to at some point! Glad you are having fun~!]
She offered a gentle smile, clutching the armful of garments closer to her chest. She shook her head quickly at Ven's apology, dismissing it with, "Oh, please don't apologize. I'm sorry for staring, that was incredibly rude of me. I can drop these off and come down to your lab. I love being company. And, Ven..." she trailed off, her next words coming out just above a whisper.
"I wouldn't mind having a friend here in the tower. It can be exhausting working here sometimes."
Nova pursed her lips into a tight line, eyes darting to a nearby camera on the ceiling.
"Of course, I love being a VoxTek employee, and wouldn't trade it for anything else. I'm happy where I'm at." she stated clearly, almost rushed.
A nervous chuckle bubbled out, though it seemed halfhearted as she swallowed it back. Her gaze returned to Ven before suggesting, "See you in a minute then?"
[Ven smiled and nodded.] "I'd love to have you as a friend, Miss Nova and I'll be sure to make it so my lab door opens for you without you needing to knock or anything." [She said in response, noticing how she looked at the camera. She then spoke softer in reassurance.]
"If it helps, Any camera footage recorded that has me in it, can't be used to make you look bad or anything— my face isn't allowed to be used in any media except for what is used for just us employees here at the Vee Tower due my contract with Supreme Overlord Vox. So... you can relax." [Ven said as she smiled a calm smile and waved as she began to walk away.] "Plus the basement has ZERO cameras if that helps make you feel even better!" [She called out before heading to the elevator.]
Grinning, Nova waved to Ven as the doors of the elevator closed with a clunk. The reassurance worked, her clenched shoulders relaxing. The one-handed wave almost made her drop the fabrics, however, and she scrambled to catch them before they brushed the ground. Resuming her half-jog-half-walk pace from before their interaction, Nova rushed back to Velvette's studio to complete her task. Velvette was sure to be upset at the delay, but she considered the conversation to be worth it.
OOC: hehe this was fun! I'm getting sleepy now so I'm going to head off to bed, but we can continue in the morning! Thx for roleplaying with me!!!
Ven made her way to her office, setting down her things on her desk and sighing. As she did, her heart monitor sparked a bit red to herself and displayed an error message before declaring a reboot of her system. Ven looked at it and then the broken eye in her hand as the words from her horrible memory still hung in her head in a faint lingering loop.
It all hitting her like a ghost lurching over her shoulder. Like there were disgusting hands on her shoulders that she couldn't push off. Ven looked at her left hand and there she saw the faint broken outline of a ghostly ring on her finger. Broken chains dangling from it before she shook her hand. Making it disappear.
She put the eye on her desk and goes to get her tools to begin the repair process. Most of her work required that eye and it made her life so much easier. But without it it exposed a sensitive part of her that just made her feel vulnerable in ways she hated showing just anyone. Not to the level that made her get that permeant hole in her face but a faint memory of when she wasn't safe and constantly had to fear the slightest sound.
She sat in her office as her Nanobots noticed their creators distress and out of sadness for their creator- they rushed off through the vents and around her office and began to work for her without instruction. doing some of her tasks so she could focus on fixing herself.
(OOC: I'll stay on this blog because I'm too lazy to switch lol)
Nova delivered the fabrics to Velvette as requested, but just like any other Voxtek employee, her work didn't end there. An impromptu shoot took place as Velvette was struck with an immediate inspiration. After an unanticipated hour of posing and changing, Nova was finally dismissed. She washed the layers of glitter and makeup off of her face in the bathroom before entering the elevator and hitting the down arrow.
The metal box descended incredibly quickly (modern technology is amazing in Hell). The doors slid open, and Nova entered a hallway slightly less polished than the rest. The gentle hum of machinery enveloped her, and she could feel the slight rise in temperature despite the lower altitude.
She wandered the halls until coming to imposing silver metal doors with a strange camera and digital keypad. Nova assumed this was Ven's office - it had the most complex workings surrounding it, and was the most polished area underneath the tower. Curious, she peered into the black lens of the camera in hopes of seeing inside. A rather stupid attempt, she realized as she backed away, shaking her head. Instead, she just rapped her knuckles on the cold doors.
(ooc: apologies if you've described Ven's workplace before, but I've taken some liberties in imagining the scenery lol. Feel free to correct any of it)
OOC: I've never rp'd before, so please give me some grace lol
[Nova quickened her steps, her pace falling somewhere between a walk and a jog. She clutched a mass of fabrics tightly to her chest as she half-raced down the hall back to Velvette's studio. Despite her main role as a model, Nova was still subject to basic errand work. In her haste, she failed to give Ven a proper greeting as she passed her in the lengthy hall.]
"Hi Ven! Bye Ven-"
[She cut off, almost tripping over herself as she stumbled to a stop. Ven certainly wasn't out of place within the walls of Vee Tower, and her armful of various scraps of metal mirrored Nova's cloth. What really struck her with surprise was Ven's missing eye.
Concern painted Nova's face as both girls came to a halt, either forgetting or abandoning their rush.]
"Whoa! What happened to your eye? Are you alright?"
[Her right wing rustled behind her, twitching slightly with anxiety.]
OOC: hope I did this right lol, please let me know if I need to make any changes in formatting! I didn't realize this was a rp blog until I really checked it out. I figured since both of our characters work in the same building, they were bound to run into each other occasionally!
(Ooc: Its fine, i think you did well for your first rp starter! Preciate you for coming to rp at all~! l say for the way you wrote this starter— this is after the incident in general! So shortly after she walked away from Vox meaning she'd be out of her office!)
[Ven will be without her left eye for 2 more asks/interactions]
[Ven's eye widened when she almost missed Nova coming, luckily stopping herself before they could collide. Holding the clipboard she had before and some blueprints.]
"Hm? Oh, Hey Miss Nova. Sorry I didn't notice you coming sooner— I um... had a bit of a... system malfunction you could say and it led to stuff overheating and then... yea..." [She said as she actually went and took off the shattered eye piece, revealing the dark hole in the left side of her face that normally was covered by the prosthetic eye and looked at it with a sigh.] "Happened right in front of the boss too... so um... i-i'm a little in shambles at the moment—"
[She rubs her arm a bit and looks at Nova.] "But don't worry though, I'll be okay, just will have a little bit of a sensitive stinging sensation on the left side of my face for a few hours or more while I make repairs..."
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(Ooc: Yep! It's a Hazbin Hotel Oc Ask and Roleplay blog! I use it to also repost/share my Hazbin art too since this is the one with most eyes on it of my current three Roleplay accounts. Only thing about this oc is 9/10 she will be in the basement of the Vee Tower as it's where she works and lives. But hey! Rp starters she can be anywhere as long as she's IN the Tower. Ven refuses to leave the tower and even Vox would struggle to get her to want to leave. If the rp is in Pentagram City, that would mean the rp would be the past before she became who she is now. Back in her Rotary Phone days.)
Nova cringed and reached a hand out as if to touch Ven's face, but thought better of it and retracted her arm.
"Oh...that doesn't sound fun at all. Is there anything I can do to help?"
She glanced down at the fabrics she was holding and decided to tack on, "Well- I need to deliver these to Velvette first. Maybe I could help afterwards. Helping a fellow Voxtek employee has to count as work, right? Helping increase productivity or something?" She let out a light chuckle, still staring tentatively at the dark hole present on Ven's face. It certainly didn't look comfortable.
OOC: hehe this is fun. Yippee! Maybe one day we can rp their first interaction together :P. I also accidentally reposted this to my poetry blog first lol, so sorry if you get any weird notifs
[Ven chuckled softly at the lightheartedness of Nova and nodded.] "In a way you aren't wrong. Technically every time I 'play' robo-doctor for some people here, it technically is me still working."
"Do what you have to for Miss Velvette first of course. There isn't much that can be done to help me on your side personally, but having company helps keep the mind from wandering." [She stated with a gentle smile before noticing the way Nova was staring at the hole, her normal eye widening as she then covered it a bit with the base of her palm while holding the broken eye.]
"S-Sorry-! I-It's not often I take the eye off... I forget that that's there underneath... p-probably should have waited until I was in my lab-"
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[Ooc: You are all good, I didn't get any notifications about it. Also I would love to at some point! Glad you are having fun~!]
She offered a gentle smile, clutching the armful of garments closer to her chest. She shook her head quickly at Ven's apology, dismissing it with, "Oh, please don't apologize. I'm sorry for staring, that was incredibly rude of me. I can drop these off and come down to your lab. I love being company. And, Ven..." she trailed off, her next words coming out just above a whisper.
"I wouldn't mind having a friend here in the tower. It can be exhausting working here sometimes."
Nova pursed her lips into a tight line, eyes darting to a nearby camera on the ceiling.
"Of course, I love being a VoxTek employee, and wouldn't trade it for anything else. I'm happy where I'm at." she stated clearly, almost rushed.
A nervous chuckle bubbled out, though it seemed halfhearted as she swallowed it back. Her gaze returned to Ven before suggesting, "See you in a minute then?"
[Ven smiled and nodded.] "I'd love to have you as a friend, Miss Nova and I'll be sure to make it so my lab door opens for you without you needing to knock or anything." [She said in response, noticing how she looked at the camera. She then spoke softer in reassurance.]
"If it helps, Any camera footage recorded that has me in it, can't be used to make you look bad or anything— my face isn't allowed to be used in any media except for what is used for just us employees here at the Vee Tower due my contract with Supreme Overlord Vox. So... you can relax." [Ven said as she smiled a calm smile and waved as she began to walk away.] "Plus the basement has ZERO cameras if that helps make you feel even better!" [She called out before heading to the elevator.]
Grinning, Nova waved to Ven as the doors of the elevator closed with a clunk. The reassurance worked, her clenched shoulders relaxing. The one-handed wave almost made her drop the fabrics, however, and she scrambled to catch them before they brushed the ground. Resuming her half-jog-half-walk pace from before their interaction, Nova rushed back to Velvette's studio to complete her task. Velvette was sure to be upset at the delay, but she considered the conversation to be worth it.
OOC: hehe this was fun! I'm getting sleepy now so I'm going to head off to bed, but we can continue in the morning! Thx for roleplaying with me!!!
OOC: I've never rp'd before, so please give me some grace lol
[Nova quickened her steps, her pace falling somewhere between a walk and a jog. She clutched a mass of fabrics tightly to her chest as she half-raced down the hall back to Velvette's studio. Despite her main role as a model, Nova was still subject to basic errand work. In her haste, she failed to give Ven a proper greeting as she passed her in the lengthy hall.]
"Hi Ven! Bye Ven-"
[She cut off, almost tripping over herself as she stumbled to a stop. Ven certainly wasn't out of place within the walls of Vee Tower, and her armful of various scraps of metal mirrored Nova's cloth. What really struck her with surprise was Ven's missing eye.
Concern painted Nova's face as both girls came to a halt, either forgetting or abandoning their rush.]
"Whoa! What happened to your eye? Are you alright?"
[Her right wing rustled behind her, twitching slightly with anxiety.]
OOC: hope I did this right lol, please let me know if I need to make any changes in formatting! I didn't realize this was a rp blog until I really checked it out. I figured since both of our characters work in the same building, they were bound to run into each other occasionally!
(Ooc: Its fine, i think you did well for your first rp starter! Preciate you for coming to rp at all~! l say for the way you wrote this starter— this is after the incident in general! So shortly after she walked away from Vox meaning she'd be out of her office!)
[Ven will be without her left eye for 2 more asks/interactions]
[Ven's eye widened when she almost missed Nova coming, luckily stopping herself before they could collide. Holding the clipboard she had before and some blueprints.]
"Hm? Oh, Hey Miss Nova. Sorry I didn't notice you coming sooner— I um... had a bit of a... system malfunction you could say and it led to stuff overheating and then... yea..." [She said as she actually went and took off the shattered eye piece, revealing the dark hole in the left side of her face that normally was covered by the prosthetic eye and looked at it with a sigh.] "Happened right in front of the boss too... so um... i-i'm a little in shambles at the moment—"
[She rubs her arm a bit and looks at Nova.] "But don't worry though, I'll be okay, just will have a little bit of a sensitive stinging sensation on the left side of my face for a few hours or more while I make repairs..."
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(Ooc: Yep! It's a Hazbin Hotel Oc Ask and Roleplay blog! I use it to also repost/share my Hazbin art too since this is the one with most eyes on it of my current three Roleplay accounts. Only thing about this oc is 9/10 she will be in the basement of the Vee Tower as it's where she works and lives. But hey! Rp starters she can be anywhere as long as she's IN the Tower. Ven refuses to leave the tower and even Vox would struggle to get her to want to leave. If the rp is in Pentagram City, that would mean the rp would be the past before she became who she is now. Back in her Rotary Phone days.)
Nova cringed and reached a hand out as if to touch Ven's face, but thought better of it and retracted her arm.
"Oh...that doesn't sound fun at all. Is there anything I can do to help?"
She glanced down at the fabrics she was holding and decided to tack on, "Well- I need to deliver these to Velvette first. Maybe I could help afterwards. Helping a fellow Voxtek employee has to count as work, right? Helping increase productivity or something?" She let out a light chuckle, still staring tentatively at the dark hole present on Ven's face. It certainly didn't look comfortable.
OOC: hehe this is fun. Yippee! Maybe one day we can rp their first interaction together :P. I also accidentally reposted this to my poetry blog first lol, so sorry if you get any weird notifs
[Ven chuckled softly at the lightheartedness of Nova and nodded.] "In a way you aren't wrong. Technically every time I 'play' robo-doctor for some people here, it technically is me still working."
"Do what you have to for Miss Velvette first of course. There isn't much that can be done to help me on your side personally, but having company helps keep the mind from wandering." [She stated with a gentle smile before noticing the way Nova was staring at the hole, her normal eye widening as she then covered it a bit with the base of her palm while holding the broken eye.]
"S-Sorry-! I-It's not often I take the eye off... I forget that that's there underneath... p-probably should have waited until I was in my lab-"
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.
[Ooc: You are all good, I didn't get any notifications about it. Also I would love to at some point! Glad you are having fun~!]
She offered a gentle smile, clutching the armful of garments closer to her chest. She shook her head quickly at Ven's apology, dismissing it with, "Oh, please don't apologize. I'm sorry for staring, that was incredibly rude of me. I can drop these off and come down to your lab. I love being company. And, Ven..." she trailed off, her next words coming out just above a whisper.
"I wouldn't mind having a friend here in the tower. It can be exhausting working here sometimes."
Nova pursed her lips into a tight line, eyes darting to a nearby camera on the ceiling.
"Of course, I love being a VoxTek employee, and wouldn't trade it for anything else. I'm happy where I'm at." she stated clearly, almost rushed.
A nervous chuckle bubbled out, though it seemed halfhearted as she swallowed it back. Her gaze returned to Ven before suggesting, "See you in a minute then?"
OOC: I've never rp'd before, so please give me some grace lol
[Nova quickened her steps, her pace falling somewhere between a walk and a jog. She clutched a mass of fabrics tightly to her chest as she half-raced down the hall back to Velvette's studio. Despite her main role as a model, Nova was still subject to basic errand work. In her haste, she failed to give Ven a proper greeting as she passed her in the lengthy hall.]
"Hi Ven! Bye Ven-"
[She cut off, almost tripping over herself as she stumbled to a stop. Ven certainly wasn't out of place within the walls of Vee Tower, and her armful of various scraps of metal mirrored Nova's cloth. What really struck her with surprise was Ven's missing eye.
Concern painted Nova's face as both girls came to a halt, either forgetting or abandoning their rush.]
"Whoa! What happened to your eye? Are you alright?"
[Her right wing rustled behind her, twitching slightly with anxiety.]
OOC: hope I did this right lol, please let me know if I need to make any changes in formatting! I didn't realize this was a rp blog until I really checked it out. I figured since both of our characters work in the same building, they were bound to run into each other occasionally!
(Ooc: Its fine, i think you did well for your first rp starter! Preciate you for coming to rp at all~! l say for the way you wrote this starter— this is after the incident in general! So shortly after she walked away from Vox meaning she'd be out of her office!)
[Ven will be without her left eye for 2 more asks/interactions]
[Ven's eye widened when she almost missed Nova coming, luckily stopping herself before they could collide. Holding the clipboard she had before and some blueprints.]
"Hm? Oh, Hey Miss Nova. Sorry I didn't notice you coming sooner— I um... had a bit of a... system malfunction you could say and it led to stuff overheating and then... yea..." [She said as she actually went and took off the shattered eye piece, revealing the dark hole in the left side of her face that normally was covered by the prosthetic eye and looked at it with a sigh.] "Happened right in front of the boss too... so um... i-i'm a little in shambles at the moment—"
[She rubs her arm a bit and looks at Nova.] "But don't worry though, I'll be okay, just will have a little bit of a sensitive stinging sensation on the left side of my face for a few hours or more while I make repairs..."
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.
.
(Ooc: Yep! It's a Hazbin Hotel Oc Ask and Roleplay blog! I use it to also repost/share my Hazbin art too since this is the one with most eyes on it of my current three Roleplay accounts. Only thing about this oc is 9/10 she will be in the basement of the Vee Tower as it's where she works and lives. But hey! Rp starters she can be anywhere as long as she's IN the Tower. Ven refuses to leave the tower and even Vox would struggle to get her to want to leave. If the rp is in Pentagram City, that would mean the rp would be the past before she became who she is now. Back in her Rotary Phone days.)
Nova cringed and reached a hand out as if to touch Ven's face, but thought better of it and retracted her arm.
"Oh...that doesn't sound fun at all. Is there anything I can do to help?"
She glanced down at the fabrics she was holding and decided to tack on, "Well- I need to deliver these to Velvette first. Maybe I could help afterwards. Helping a fellow Voxtek employee has to count as work, right? Helping increase productivity or something?" She let out a light chuckle, still staring tentatively at the dark hole present on Ven's face. It certainly didn't look comfortable.
OOC: hehe this is fun. Yippee! Maybe one day we can rp their first interaction together :P. I also accidentally reposted this to my poetry blog first lol, so sorry if you get any weird notifs
Idk if anyone actually reads this stuff or if I'm talking to a brick wall. A shiny brick wall that shows me pretty colors and pixels. I will hope the former and announce a secondary blog I've made to post my poetry! Give it a peep if you're interested :]
@emipoetry
It is a poetry blog, so please be ready for cringy teenager angst! Many of the poems will be old ones I wrote while in a rough patch in high school (because everybody has a poetic rough patch in high school) so readers beware.
A silly little character study with a silly little moth girl :P
Chapters: 7/?
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Velvette (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Vaggi | Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Vox (Hazbin Hotel)
Additional Tags: My First Work in This Fandom, What am I doing, I've never used ao3 before, How Do I Tag, Self-Insert, OC, Original Character - Freeform, she's kinda dramatic but dw it's for the plot, Manipulation, manipulable mc, No Smut, I don't know how to write smut, srry gng, Valentino Being a Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino Being Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Velvette Being Velvette (Hazbin Hotel), Velvette is in Hell for a Reason (Hazbin Hotel), The Vees are bad!!!, Mild Gore, Explicit Language, idk what else to add
Summary:
Nevaeh was a good person—this she knew to be a fact, and her story was convincing enough. Her backstory rang simple and tragic: a misunderstood girl in a big city with a heart so large it bled each time it beat. Well, that wasn't the best descriptor of her personality, but the line was too poetic to leave out. Nevaeh spent her days as a poet, and a lonely one at that. She had no friends, no dreams, and a family who understood her about as well as a Victorian child could understand modern television. A lonely, tortured soul who would certainly find reprieve in death. Surely, a story as tragic as hers would land her in the realm of her namesake?
Unfortunately, the answer is no. Follow my silly little character study about an individual whose sin of pride revolves around her misery. She ended up in Hell because she was...too sad? Maybe! The second-degree murder certainly didn't help her case. You'll have to read to find out ;]
hehe you know how you made one of those Valentine's keychains with Ven? Well you inspired me and with the power of your beautiful art and fear of actually doing my school work I present to you...
Narcissistic Nova!
Velvette dressed her hehe.
I love your art sm and i figured it made sense to share this with you since you inspired it! Nova and Ven lwk twinning
Lova ya! Mwah <3
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I AM SO GLAD YOU SHARED THIS~!!! Happy I could inspire you! She looks awesome! Beautiful!! ❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️
*chefs kiss*
Ven: Miss Velvette did a wonderful job with your outfit and you with your modeling and posing Miss Nova~! Have an amazing Valentine's Day~!
Hiiii. I'm kinda new to Tumblr. I'm always hesitant to leave any sort of digital footprint, so I likely won't reblog anything. Or maybe I will later, I have no idea how Tumblr works lmao. I just saw a post from someone I follow about blank blogs and how creators won't interact if there's no proof of life, so here's my proof! I'm very alive! Please don't ignore me :P
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