< DISCLAIMER > (IDEA WAS FROM A WATTPAD STORY.. CALL. Remote Access. Go read it!)

*You [Vox] felt completely lost in the darkness, helpless and weak. Your screen kept buzzing out and it was just painful to move a single muscle. That’s when a radio-like voice came from the shadows. Slowly making you panic. Once shown themselves as *Alastor.

(your enemy that you seemed to be obsessed about.)

The radio demon spoke in a soothing voice but a hint of menacing was there..

“Hello old Pal.”