Church Bells Ring (carry me home) - Act 1 : Part 1
*****
The truth was on the tip of his digital tongue, but despite what Velvette said, he was capable of thinking before he spoke. But lately, the lies just slid like silk from his mouth. He tries not to think about why too much as he stutters, “He's just—he's my dog! Y'know, like a companion, a pet? Do I really need to explain what a pet is to you?”
Alastor’s eyes turn absolutely murderous. “Trust me, I know what a pet is.” He points his staff at Vox and at Vark, whose tail is still wagging. “And this is not normal pet owner behavior.”
or
ServiceShark!Vark AU featuring Vox who's hiding that he's having a major surgery to upgrade his CRT head from his best friend, the trials and tribulations of puppyhood, and said best friend Alastor who's in the process of discovering he is demiromantic and very much does not like it.
*****
@hypervoxel I made a thing for our boy Vark 👉👈
first scene is below so y'all can see if you like it before clicking off the hellsite - enjoy!
“U-um, sir?”
Vox feels a migraine creeping up his circuits. His assistant’s nasally voice just has that wonderful effect on him.
He doesn't bother turning around because he hears Ethan talking but he isn't really listening, eyes busy scrolling from screen to screen at his desk. The recent upgrades to his system enable him to access more on his internal display, almost cutting edge, but still not enough to keep up with the raw data output of the tower’s mainframe. At least not yet.
I really need to add more cameras to Studio 5, there are a couple blindspots and I got a ransom letter over email, but if we just add one in that corner–
Wait, what?!
Vox blinks back into focus and spins his chair. “What ransom letter?” He sees his own puzzled expression reflected in Ethan's glasses.
As the idiot keeps talking, Vox watches his face flicker with horror…then bright, hot rage.
“What do you mean you don't know where Vark is?!”
Vox grabs the floating projected image above his assistant’s clipboard. The hologram is strangely familiar at first glance, despite having no match in his memory banks. It almost looks like…
You’ve got to be fucking joking.
Glued together in clunky letters, like they'd been snipped out of a million different magazines, like some shitty 80’s flick, was an ominous message:
‘Met ASAP at Return to Sender.
Come alone or the dog dies.’
“When did this come in?” he snaps, Vox’s eyes soaking in every pixel over and over again.
It has to be a joke. A shitty, stupid joke because Vee Tower has the best security system in Hell because he made it and Vark is safe and sound in his–
Every single camera on Vox’s floor is dead.
Not a single alarm tripped.
Which means he was hacked. And that didn't trigger a single alarm either. Worst of all, the email was sent to his personal inbox almost five hours ago.
