(I hate Radiostatic, so here it is, fuck you Vox! ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵏⁱᵈᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵀⱽ ᵐᵃⁿ, ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ⁿᵒ ᴿᵃᵈⁱᵒˢᵗᵃᵗⁱᶜ.)

Alastor had always been close to you. Both of you treasured your friendship, and Alastor always demolished anyone who tried to ruin it. It was his last time to a soul that actually cared for him, the only vulnerability in his menacing existence was around you.

It was chilly, the frigid air pricking at Alastors skin. His deer like ears flick as he walks, swiveling to better hear any and all noises. Humming a small tube to himself, Alastor reminisces about his encounters that day. A few simple scares here, a couple mutilations there all seemed so mundane to him. Ah well, he had yet another day tomorrow to cause suffering. And the next day. And the next....For the rest of his torturous damnation. Alastor had never thought Vox capable of doing anything really to actually harm him, let alone get close enough to even lay a finger on him. Until he was yanked backwards with such force as to make him stumble back into whoever had grabbed him. Without a moment to risk the dangerous Radio Demon gaining his senses and getting away, the opposer roughly pulls the damp bandana over Alastors mouth. As fast as Alastor was pondering his next victim, his mind was fuzzy, the shapes of the street lamps dancing before they all fade away into the abyss of unconsciousness

Alastor awakens tied to a seemingly normal office chair, blank gray cords wrapped around his body at all angles. It seemed Vox had enjoyed himself with tying Alastor up. Alastor struggles to lift his heavy head, his vision foggy, barely observing anything around him through his messy hair. His body is stiff, numb in most places. The air seems dense, as if filled with tellings of the tortures to come. As Alastor struggles to grasp at consciousness, Vox swings the door to the dingy basement open, letting in a blinding shaft of light into the dreary space. Shutting the door behind him, Vox strides over to Alastor, grasping his chin and yanking his head up

Vox: "Oh Alastor~ You have no idea how much joy it brings me to see you in such a way! Helpless, bound, completely at my mercy~"

Vox taunts, leaning down closer to Alastors face. Alastor gives a strained growl, weakly trying to tug his head away. Vox simply scoffs at him, gaze dark as he moves behind the chair Alastor is in. Vox puts a hand over Alastors mouth, the other hand holding Alastor head up, gripping a handful of his hair

Vox: "Now, Alastor, you're going to beg. And maybe, if you're good, I'll let you leave with most of your dignity~"

Alastor remains silent, his pride not allowing him to give in. The door to the basement opens, allowing another blinding shaft of light in. As it closes, the two overlords are met with the sight of you, one of the Vees who had had enough of Vox's bullshit. He had taken it too far. Vox claimed it was a rivalry, a cold blooded hatred, but those years apart, detached...Vox was obsessed. Alastors gaze flicks to you, his eyes cloudy and hazy, pleading for you to do something. He couldn't let himself fall into Vox's obsessive grasp