Thread that's a part of the murder media AU timeline!! Pre-Al death!! and Pre-Relationship, though that part will hopefully change during this specific thread!! ;3
lil bit angsty tho, cause mfs in 1900s and fucking up the egotistical white man is a fun past time, al truly made vincent into a cocky and vibrant mf <33 that's what love does ig!!
@the-radio-ler <33
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Vincent didn't talk about his parents; they weren't... physical to him in any regard during his childhood, never a character trait they typically possessed. Neither did they partake in illegal activities like Vincent did. So if Vincent compared them to himself, he was worse. Therefore, he had no right to complain.
It always came back to his eyes, their...strangeness. He'd be a perfectly overrated white man without a care in the damn world if he didn't have them, just had the simple blue or green eyes! Pick one, damn you.
Yet he didn't have normal eyes, so what else wasn't normal with him, hmmm?
Endless medical checkups for the first years of his life, his father was desperately trying to find something wrong with him. He didn't have any illnesses or setbacks, no stutter with his communication. This was a perfectly normal boy, with the only unfortunate note being his eyes. But something must be wrong with him. Supernatural, or demonic or even...
.........
He was never trusted; his father was always nitpicking everything he did. Making sure he was 'Manly' enough, or scrutinizing his voice. Everywhere he went, he was judged, while his father held a bottle, yelling, and found another reason why he wasn't perfect, why he was a mistake, pattering insult after insult. His genuine laugh was hidden quick.
Vincent had moved out as soon as he could, hoping independence or some other bullshit would get his father off his back. Unfortunately, the rest of the world had the same opinions on his eyes, on anything that wasn't considered "socially acceptable."
Finding Alastor was a breath of fresh air.
Al has never said an insulting word about his eyes and has been utterly willing to kill assholes of all kinds. So Vincent always knew he had to keep them separated. Not because Vincent thinks Al would "defend" his honor, but because the Man Was Racist, and while Vincent had thankfully grown out of what he was taught during childhood, his father Didn't.
"Dad's visiting." He'd say over the landline, "Avoid here this week. I'll call you when it's clear." Al would understand, because as much as Vincent didn't talk about his own father, Al didn't talk about his either.
To a granted point, they both kept to the decision, Al kept away, and Vincent called when his Dad was gone, and they'd meet up, get extra drunk and bloody.
Yet.. during his 30th birthday, Vincent hadn't called after the week was over, and he hadn't been seen in public, if at all. His talk show had taken a short break for a ... "vacation."
Really, what on earth is Vincent thinking, ignoring Alastor??
SET IN THE MURDERMEDIA ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, with the context of Vincent's dumbass fuckin Dying in an incredibly embarrassing way . Added inclusions of New Body Dysphoria, Shock about Death and Hell, and trying to not get jumped before he even finds Alastor.
with eventual @the-radio-ler and the lovely @rosie-the-nibbler being a lovely gossipy cannibal/safe place!!!
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Vincent's 47th birthday was around the corner, and perhaps, just Perhaps, he was having an impulsive breakdown about the idea. It's hard to be patient about the idea of Aging, when he knows that he has so much waiting for him when he Finally gets downstairs.
Who the hell would spend the rest of their lives toiling away behind a desk? When he knew if he decided to indulge in some reckless driving, he would see his beloved again? Permanently this time? It was hard to be psyched for the life he spent killing for...
....when everything that made it worth it died years ago.
But, he and Alastor had a bet, you see.
Darling Al thought Vincent would die stupidly, though some silly means that would leave Vince's sinner form being something incredibly pathetic. Perhaps a rat or, hopefully, some small prey animal. Leaving Alastor with all the more sinner-bought tickle spots for Alastor to quite happily tease for the rest of time itself.
While Vincent, playfully teasing, poked at Alastor's tail to remind him of a death that could never be topped in terms of "pathetic energy." Told his beau that his death would be cool as Hell, probably from some sort of Shark. Where Vincent could walk down into Hell, all suave, and smirk at the Radio Demon with sharp teeth, and incredibly sick fins.
They both agreed that a death from old age would be stupid, and way too long a time, and that by then, Vincent should drown in his drool.
So, Vincent was rather bored! He needed flare and entertainment to keep him continuously willing to stay alive!
He needed to be absolutely enthralled with his business and its people. He wanted them to be invested in their monopoly, to be willing to follow him into the depths of a brighter future of change, to be willing to tap into the thought of colored televisions and jokes that were Actual Jokes instead of insults.
Today's network meeting with a number of his employees took place within one of Vincent's sillier ideas. He truly wanted people to be hype for the shift to Colored Television. To be enthralled as they took the steps to be one of the first networks to shift their broadcasts.
So he themed it! With water! With the idea that they were being "baptized" with the brighter and brand new entertainment. Why, all the televisions in the room managed to be updated with the influence of the colors on the screen! His own heart surged when he witnessed two of Alastor's main colors on the screen.
Red and Black... he needs to get ready for date night soon.
With water on his pretty suit, he stood on a chair, a pure thrill in his words as he pronounced to an intensely enthused audience about how Bright their world would be. They believed him, watching the colored screens in awe, watching Him.
It felt worth it, to be alive.
Then, within the blink of an eye, and a MOUNTAIN of pain, screaming with every vocal chord, every nerve being Literally Set to its Max Pain. Vincent was in an entirely different place.
He immediately knew where the hell he was; obviously, he wasn't stupid, but the shock of fucking death from being electrocuted, of all things, wasn't making him immediately capable of being excited. His back hit a nearby wall, bashing something, but he wasn't quite sure. Everything seemed muted to him.
The air smelled of smoke, of blood, of substances. The sounds around him of screams and destruction, of people Just Like Him. Vincent could barely take it in. How could he? When.. When the shift, of the vessel was incredibly jarring.
He joked all the time of being a sinner's form that would feel like himself. Currently, he did not feel like himself in the slightest.
He pulled himself together and looked at a nearby surface to take a look at himself, letting out a sharp gasp at what he saw.
Boy was he fucking glad that it was a colored television that fell on his head.
He... He had a goddamn CRT on his head; it was moderately heavy. With fucking big dumb bug eyes and easily told emotions. It made him feel sick. He would look like this for the rest of his life?? Where are the shark fins? The immediate suave energy?? How is he even breathing right now?? Fuck, it at least looked like he had sharp teeth, but...
Frankly, Alastor would think he was pitiful .
and what the Hell is he wearing?? He was in the most expensive suit of his life, excuse you!! Why is he wearing a fucking sweater vest?? He poked the antennae with a small grumble. He just killed so many people, he can feel the power within his control, so where the hell is the recognition??
"Where the fuck is Vincent??" One of his angry employees called out amongst the confused Crowd. "I'm gonna kill him again, who the hell puts electric shit in the midst of a goddamn body of water!"
Ah, maybe it was a great time to not look like Vincent.
Right, Game Plan, what did Al say again--?
"So." Alastor smirked at him, grabbing a pen and a pencil. "When you show up in Hell, it's gonna be scary and confusing, So heres--"
Vincent rolled his eyes. "I'm a Serial Killer, I'll be fine!"
Alastor's ears twitched as he drew on the page, drawing the outline of some strange little area. "So when you get there, you'll want to head to Cannibal Town, find 'Rosie', she'll be able to contact me to get you, She'll be basely aware of who you are! Got it dear?"
Alastor finished the design of a somewhat peaceful little floral town, with the main outline being a descriptively drawn building titled 'Rosie's Emporium.'
Along with the drawing of buildings is a sketched drawing of a lady in a big hat, big dress, with Big teeth. Apparently, the lady named Rosie. Vincent glanced down at the page, training the crude drawing done by a demon whose hands were too big for a pencil, training the idea of it to memory.
Vincent slowly nodded. "...Got it."
Easier said than done, Vincent took a deep breath from somewhere, metaphorically entered his big boy pants, and quickly speed walked down the sidewalk. His eyes filled with determination and flare, hoping that it gave him enough leeway to not be fucked with.
Still, even with all his knowledge about the place, Hell was still marvelously chaotic. With all the publicly enthused chaos... He couldn't wait to watch the entertainment by Alastor's side.
Christ, walking through murder and death was difficult, he envied Alastor and his ability to teleport places. What would Vincent's power be?? TV's??? This place was so damn void of technology, it would be fucking Years before Vincent could have any damn leeway!!
'Cannibal District' Oh thank shit.
Feeling his tense energy loosen up as he sped walked toward the sighted Emporium, Vincent opened the doors, marveling at the fact that something in hell fucking Jingled Politely when it opened. He stood in a thankfully small line, waiting for his turn.
...He thinks this is the crude drawing of the teeth lady.
Stepping up to @rosie-the-nibbler as the last Sinner finally fucked off, he smiled politely, unsure if CEO Charm would work with her. Choosing to stick with 'shy minion idiot' that worked with Al for so long. He felt like one of those right now, with electricity still frying his living brain.
"...Excuse me, ma'am, you are Rosie, correct? I was told to contact you once I died, I'm uh-- Vincent..." He placed his hands together, blinking at how awkwardly his claws felt .
Big awkward smile, he had no clue how it looked on this dumb screen !!!
@the-radio-ler !! another silly in the murder media au continuation!! a little bit of a week after the injured!al thread!! :D
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Vincent had been trying to keep his hands busy. The damn news had been all over Vincent's fuck up in the forest, raving about the news that there had been two Organ Slashers instead of one. It seemed to be the only thing this stupid city ever talked about.
So even if Vincent didn't accidentally injure Alastor, they still had to lay low anyways.
He felt a little bit stir crazy, with the lack of murder, and the continuation of a Shirtless Alastor on his couch Did Not Help. Not because the man was pretty, oh, he was an absolute Doll; but because Vincent very much wanted to wreck the damned bastard, and he couldn't, because of his own mistakes.
Vincent was currently spending his time doing an in-depth glance over his laundry. He had to check over his threads to make sure they didn't have blood on them, and if they did, they would have to go back into the washing.
The Late Night host squinted at a red tie, wondering if it was red to begin with, or if it had Turned Red. It was a very important process, you see, that took his Full Attention.
