Ship :: Staticmoth
Setting :: Aftermath of the outburst
Trigger warning :: Swearing, Mentions of 18+, Smoking, Alcohol
Starter inspired by @psychegabe's unpluggedtv au - amazing artist and au, definitely should be checked out by everyone!
((I’ve tagged the au in the hashtags so others can check it out!!))
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“Fuck Hell! Fuck Heaven!”
Those were one last words uttered before the life was stripped away.
It was all supposed to go to plan. Everything was going perfectly. Alastor, Charlie and that Angel was where he wanted them to end it all. It was his chance to prove himself. Yes, his approval rating was at all time low but this was an opportunity he simply couldn’t miss. The revenge he so desired…craved for so long. Wiping that smile off the Radio Demon’s face and proving that he held potential to grow stronger. It was all within his grasp, a click of a button away.
One more beam would end it all…
Or so he thought…
It happened all so quickly. Everything had gone dark in an instant. Broken words broke through his speakers as a sudden pain ran him. So quick, a slice across his throat and his body falling limp against weapon beneath him. The dreaded blue screen spread over his monitor before flickering into darkness.
The Media Overlord had fallen, struck down in his prime not to rise again…
…or so people thought.
Deep within The Vee’s tower, hidden behind a framed painting was a hidden room - a lab only known to the television that held an invention, a product simply awaiting to awoken. A project that he had been tirelessly working on every day and night with no one else’s knowledge. Wired up inside a tube, another body had been created but this wasn’t a new one. It was old, a familiar one to the male and anyone close to them. His human body. A sight that was long missed and was a perfect replica of what had been lost. Now, the work could commence. All that was required was the memories to be uploaded, exported within the body for it to be complete. As long as Vox was alive, this body was gaining every bit of information it required.
Only, it didn’t get to the rightful place, no where near completion as Vox was struck down.
18%…
The tube drained and the door slipped open and Vincent’s eyes gradually drifted open, a groan leaving his lips before taking in his surroundings. Confusion spread over gaze as he looked around, a hand resting against the frame as he stepped out.
“Fuck…”
What was going on?
He glanced down at his frame, wires still attached and his body bare and soaked with his salt and peppered hair falling over his face. His arms instinctively wrapped around his exposed frame, a poor attempt to cover up himself up. His blue and green gaze lifted and eagerly wandered around the room as he cautiously stepped further into the room, the bright screens catching his attention.
“What the fuck is this?” Vincent uttered as he saw the unfinished progress bar, heart rates now blank, a red error spread over and a simple message reading ‘Welcome back, Mr Vox :)’. Something went wrong. This wasn’t right.
The male broke his attention away from the screen and made his way towards the door or attempted to. The wires attached him made it difficult. He reached around his body as an attempt to rip them out. Growls of frustration echoed throughout with each attempt with a pained wince slipping through as some were detached.
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