#my colorcoding is stupid but quite frankly i give a grand total of zero (0) fucks

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Radiostatic week 2024, day 1, "First Meeting"

(A/N: I wrote this on very little sleep, a cold [?] that caused me to lose my voice, slightly more food then sleep, last minute bullshitting that typed itself, and the first radiostatic playlist that came up in a quick spotify search. It is, in a word, shit. But this is the first prompt week I've ever participated in, and I'll be damned if I won't participate. Read it or don't. Toodles~)

Alastor hummed softly along to the song playing over the televisions on display in a nearby store window, closing his eyes as he tried to place it. It was... interesting to say the least; he couldn't quite hear the words, but the tone was...

Ah. "Video Killed the Radio Star". Naturally. It was all they played, or at least it felt like that to the mildly peeved Radio Demon. Whoever was running the television programs loved showing off "MTV's First Ever Song!". Monotonous if you asked him.

He had to admit though, it was damn catchy. The thing kept getting stuck in his head.

That was a problem he intended to fix today.

(pov switch)

The bell over the shop's door jingled, snapping Vox from his thoughts. He looked up, putting on a grin as he prepared to start his regular spiel...

Oh fuck it was the fucking Radio Demon. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Okay, Vox, stay calm, maybe he's not here to kill you just yet, oh fuck what do I do...

"Erm, h-hi, Mr. Radio Demon, sir, shit that sounds stupid, um, h-how can I help? you? today?"

Nice going, dumbass.

Said Radio Demon looked him up and down, and Vox felt a chill go over his cyborg body.

Nope, definitely here to kill me. Well, he had a nice run.

"What is your name, good sir?"

Oh fuck he was talking to him... he'd heard that the Radio Demon liked to play with his prey, maybe if he just played along he'd die nicer? Maybe?!

"Uh, V-Vox, sir."

"Hm."

Oh fuck what had he done wrong, he had definitely fucked up and now he was gonna be eaten, shit...

"Well, Vox, it's a pleasure to meet you. And please, call me Alastor. As entertaining as this 'Mister Radio Demon, Sir' business is, it's hard to carry on a conversation when to other party is acting like a startled rabbit."

...What?

Apparently noticing Vox's startled expression, the Ra- Alastor. Alastor chuckled.

"Believe it or don't, I have no intentions of killing you. I do, however, have some minor complaints about your programming. I'm getting rather tired of hearing that wretched song twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, wherever I go."

"O-Oh! Yeah, of course, sorry about that... To be honest it's been getting kind of old anyway, I was thinking of changing it out more often... Got any preferences?"