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CW: For Valentino being Valentino. He doesn't do anything, but he does say some things.

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The closer they came to V Tower, the more loud everything became.

Paper posters gave way to bulletin boards. Every street was lit with flashing signs and arrows, pointing the way to different businesses down the main strip. Advertisements were nearly plastered on every single available surface, competing with each other in a cacophony of bright colors and promises to make all of one's troubles go away, if only one bought the product.

Sinners wandered the streets, some glued to their phones as they typed out a text message, watched a video, or shouted at someone on the other end of a phone call. Some sinners loitered around various shops selling televisions, each screen showing an advertisement for the latest gadget VoxTek was selling.

The Vees made it ridiculously easy to learn their faces, as none of the trio were shy about plastering their likeness all over their wares. Vox was clearly unafraid to throw his reputation behind anything he supported, one advertisement proclaiming, "I'd buy it." Valentino left nothing to the imagination - figurative or literally - on what he was selling, with various larger than life posters that featured the moth scantily clad and in suggestive poses. Velvette was significantly more reserved, in comparison, with only a billboard advertising her perfume, named, Love Potion.

Quite frankly speaking, it was all a bit overstimulating.

Walking nonchalantly at his side, Alastor barely gave any of bombastic sights around him a second glance. He had made little commentary since they had set out from the hotel earlier in the day, falling silent as they had entered the Vees territory. Where all of this technology was practically invented yesterday, as far as Lucifer was concerned, Alastor had lived on Earth when most of the technology around them was still in its infancy stages. Advertising, likewise, was hardly new. Humans had been shouting at each other to buy this or to buy that since they'd first come up with the idea of selling a product. They may not have had flashing lights in the 1920s or 30s, but there had been posters, billboards, and radio ads.

Modern technology just made everything more... flashy.

Lucifer watched a group of sinners standing before an electronic shop, TVs stacked up in the window. Each TV was showing the same thing: an advertisement for the latest cell phone. He was a little surprised he still cared enough to be sickened as Vox straight up hypnotized the viewers into buying the phone. He shook his head in disgust a they passed group turned mob making a mad dash into the store. "Quite the salesman, Vox is," Lucifer commented, not trying to hide his judgmental tone.

Alastor snorted. He glanced at the group scampering out with their new cell phones as he drawled, "Vox has always had a... persuasive sales pitch."

It was Lucifer's turn to snort as they passed another poster of Vox, this time just the overlord and his VoxTech logo. His ever present slogan, Trust Us, curved around the logo. "You mean he hypnotizes people into doing what he wants." It was good to know in advance. No one had ever tried to hypnotize the Devil himself before and he wasn't keen to find out if it was possible.

"Hm," Alastor hummed in agreement. "Just so."

V Tower was easy to spot, even with all the noise going on in the background. The number of surveillance cameras also began to increase the closer they got to the trio's headquarters. Lucifer eyed one as it followed their trek down the street. "So much for keeping our arrival a surprise."

The redhead smirked, obviously pleased about something. Sing song, he assured, "I wouldn't be too sure about that."

The blonde sighed. He was walking right into it, he knew he was. He was going to do it anyway, because damn his curiosity. "Oh?"

Alastor twirled his staff around his fingers like a baton. "All the cameras we've passed so far have been laughably easy to take out." With a practiced hand, he caught the staff, it's tip pointing at the offending camera. As they passed it, the little button on the side of it blinked from green to red. "Vox isn't paying attention to his little toys. Dear me, he must be away from his surveillance room."

Lucifer squinted at the camera dubiously. "You can tell we're not being watched, by, what? The camera not coming back on?"

Alastor laughed, short and cutting. "Oh, it's more than lack of interaction." He leaned in close, as if he were parting with a juicy secret. "I can tell when Vox is watching." His smile was sharp and cruel and said everything about how pathetic he found the overlord in question. "His attention has a certain... desperation to it."

Lucifer wasn't certain which part of all of that to focus on first: the fact that apparently Vox had flat out stalked Alastor to the point Alastor knew when he was being watched or the fact that Alastor clearly found the whole thing hilarious.

Father, these sinner could be fucked up sometimes.

Lucifer grinned, unable to pass up the opportunity he'd just been handed to needle the deer demon. "Didn't do much about the camera that recorded the fight."

Alastor's expression soured around the edges. His ears flattened as he resumed his previous position, snide as he pointed out, "Yes, well, I was a bit distracted by doing all the work. You should try joining in next time."

Alastor hadn't let him get involved in any of the attacks, insistent that he had everything covered, and they both knew it. Lucifer had let him because he always half hoped someone would kill the asshole.

Lucifer let the conversation drop with little more than a roll of his eyes, his mind drifting as he processed this new information. If Alastor could indeed tell when Vox was watching (which, creepy) and had been surprised by one of the attacks being filmed, one could infer that Vox was keeping the hotel under a certain level of constant surveillance.

After returning from their day out, he had hauled himself up in his room as he scoured the news for mention of any attacks. Had tracked down the news reports Rosie had mentioned. There had only been a number written reports and many more reposted written reports, with a single video dedicated to the subject. The video itself contained footage from the first attack, despite the news articles having all been posted fairly recently. Judging from the general comments under the articles and the video, few people were interested in the hotel itself beyond wanting to know if it still stood or not.

They had been lucky the fight had forced the drone to retreat or risk being destroyed. Distance had rendered the video quality poor enough his bleeding hand wasn't visible for all of Hell to see. Everyone already knew angels could be harmed, killed even. It wouldn't do for anyone to get it into their pretty little heads that angel weapons might work on him or Charlie, however.

(Lucifer tried not to think about the main image he had seen, again and again, in those news articles. Tried not to think about how reverent Alastor had looked like as he reached his hand out to the Devil, as if he were the only God the sinner would ever be able to touch. The framing of the image had made it appear like it was something so different than it had really been.)

Light pressure on his shoulder drew him out of his thoughts. Out of the corner of his view, he caught Alastor withdrawing the hand he'd used to get his attention. It was a good thing he had, as it took a second for the sensor above the door to register their presence and trigger the door to open. He could only imagine what the media would have thought if a camera had caught Lucifer running right into the front doors of V Tower while lost in thought.

They stepped through the doors into a lobby themed in oranges and reds with purple accents. Hearts were definitely a motif, accenting arches and their support columns. Purple lanterns dotted every other column, more decoration than function. Lucifer took in the additional advertisements, some on the walls, some on a-frames. A large, flat screen tv displayed the VoxTek logo, but there was nothing currently playing on it.

There were a number of employees dotted around the lobby. A sheep sinner carrying a precarious stack of tablets raced off in one direction, while a horned rabbit sinner ran in another direction with an armful of clothing. A trio of sinners loitered off to the side, whispering back in forth in a frantic, hushed argument about what sounded like bottom lines and stocks. Near the back of the lobby, a blue and yellow sinner shouted about "messy actors" and "shitty wardrobes" as he frantically slammed his finger into the up button of the elevator.

At the center of the lobby, themed similar to the surrounding columns, was a welcome desk, currently being run by a white haired, fuchsia skinned sinner. Her tiny bat wings fluttered and drooped as she fielded calls. Distracted as she was, she failed to notice anyone had entered the lobby until Alastor and Lucifer had already reached the desk.

"One moment, please," she said to them, showing that she had at least noticed they were there. "Now where did Velvette say she wanted her calls sent to today...?" She bit her lip, finger hovering over one of a quite frankly insane number of optional extensions. Her eyes darted back and forth between two of them, before she shrugged and for all intents and purposes flat out guessed which one to send the line to. "Thank you for waiting," she said in a practiced, albeit polite monotone. "How may I... help..." She trailed off as she finally laid eyes on who had walked into the lobby, eyes going wide. She gaped as she recognized Lucifer but went completely blank as she took in Alastor's presence. The blonde was fairly certain that if he could read minds there wouldn't have been a single thought going through her head at that moment.

Lucifer fixed an equally practiced polite smile on his face. "Excuse me, miss," he began, only to pause when she failed to regain her senses, apparently still too flabbergasted by his companion. Brow twitching, he rapped his knuckles sharply upon the marble surface of the desk.

The noise seemed to do the trick, the sinner snapping out of her trance to jerk her head around. "Yes! Um." She swallowed, casting one last nervous glance at the Radio Demon. Between looking at Alastor and looking back at Lucifer, he could see her clawing her professional mask back on with the kind of experience that came from needing to remain calm when one's life was on the line. "How may I help you, sirs?" Her voice didn't even shake a little.

Noting the reaction and shelving the topic for later, Lucifer said, "Please let Vox know we are here to speak with him."

The sinner blinked, disbelief clear as day on her face despite her best efforts not to show it. "You..." Lucifer had the distinct impression the 'you' here was Alastor, even if she wasn't looking directly at him. "Wish to speak with... Vox?" Her tone suggested that had she not been speaking with Lucifer Morningstar, the literal king of Hell, she might have asked him if he was smoking something.

The noise, or lack there of, reached his ears. The general hustle and bustle of when they had entered had completely died down to be replaced by whispers and murmurs. Even without turning, he could feel all eyes on them. Lucifer glanced at Alastor, whose Cheshire Cat grin suggested he was internally laughing at all the fuss his being here was causing. His ears flicked to and fro as he followed different conversations.

Smile fixed in place, he affirmed, "Yup!" He waggled his fingers in the direction of her phone. "Now, please."

The receptionist stared off into the middle distance, the same blank look in her eyes he'd seen on soldier's who'd died at war. In the fatalistic tone of someone who didn't expect to have a job (or possibly be alive) in the morning, she said, "Whelp, this job sucked anyway."

Someone, a little too loudly, stage whispered, "Oh, I would not want to be in her shoes, right now."

Without turning, the receptionist flipped the person off with one hand while picking up the phone with the other. She pressed a seemingly random button as she put the receiver to her ear, a down right manic smile crossed her face.

Lucifer (and likely everyone in the lobby, as well) could tell the instant the phone was answered on the other end. A voice that matched the one's he'd heard in the advertisements bellowed, "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT INTERUPTING MY MEETINGS?"

Taking advantage of the fact that it sounded like Vox was a sinner who needed to breathe on occasion, the woman said, voice picture perfect cheerful, "The King of Hell and the Radio Demon are here to see you, sir."

A very long, audible pause, both on the phone and from the lobby around them. Then, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN ALASTOR'S HERE??"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the redhead, incredulous. Seriously? What kind of history did these two have that Alastor showing up at V Tower was causing this kind of fuss? It was almost enough to make him forget he had been totally overlooked in that last statement.

Around them, every camera in the lobby suddenly came to life, zeroing in on them. Lucifer could tell by their synchronous motion, someone was likely watching them. Alastor's whole posture changed as he turned on one of the cameras, head tilted just so and smile lazy as he waved at it.

As one, those very same cameras began to sizzle and pop as they were all taken out.

Lucifer noted the redhead looked far too pleased with himself for that to have been anything other than deliberate. He knew Alastor hated being recorded, but that was just petty. Turning his attention to the receptionist, it was only because of his heightened sense of hearing that he was able to hear Vox, voice considerably more in control and at a much more reasonable volume, telling her to send them down.

"At once, sir." She set the phone down at leisure, as if she hadn't just had her eardrums tested by her boss shouting in them. Still looking at something only she could see, she said, "Vox will see you now." She pointed behind her to a set of elevators. "Please use the elevator on the right, as this is the only elevator with access to Vox's personal office." Placing her hands on the desk in a deceptively casual way, she finished, "Please have a hellish rest of your day."

"You, too," Lucifer said on reflex. He watched her as they made their way around the desk, throwing glances over his shoulder after they'd passed it. Under his breath, he asked of Alastor, "Think the hotel needs a receptionist?"

They had a front desk, didn't they? And a land line? Maybe? There was no mail service in Hell and Alastor had to get communications somehow, seeing as he refused to touch anything more modern than a radio. He'd check on it when he got back.

"Ha!" Alastor side eyed him. "Come now, your Majesty, you don't want poor Husker to be out of a job, do you?"

Lucifer belatedly remembered that apparently Husk doubled as not just their bartender, but also as their receptionist. He guffawed. One the one hand, Husk was indeed an great bartender, even willing to be a patient ear for one's troubles, if he tolerated them. He was certainly an exceptional judge of someone's character. On the other, was he a good receptionist? No offense meant to the avian feline in question, but, not in the slightest.

Lucifer added the mental note to check in on the receptionist later to his growing list of things to do.

The elevator opened without them pressing any buttons, suggesting that Vox, the creep, had other ways of keeping tabs on them. Lucifer and Alastor stepped in, the former not thrilled with how tiny the elevator was. There was just enough room for the both of them to stand side by side with little to spare. Insult to injury, the most obnoxious elevator music he had ever had the displeasure to have inflicted on him played over head. There were no buttons to chose from, but there seemed to be none needed as the elevator began its decent on it's own.

Lucifer reiterated: what a creep.

More to fill the silence and distract himself from the growing need to destroy the speaker putting out that horrible noise, he asked, "You ever been here before?"

In the same way most people would say, 'I'd rather die, thanks,' Alastor scoffed. "Absolutely not! I'd never inflict such poor company on myself willingly." Still, it wasn't hard to notice the little ways Alastor was on high alert, very much aware of the fact that he had walked willingly into enemy territory. His ego didn't allow him to worry, but it still paid to be alert to potential surprises.

Thankfully, the elevator didn't take long before reaching its destination. This new room was vast, with a color scheme nothing like the lobby's. Where the lobby was warm shades of orange, red and purple, this room was all cool shades of blue, red, white. The room was dark, only illuminates by dozens upon dozens of screens, most glowing with white light, a handful with red light. Red light filtered up from what appeared to be a deep pit surrounding a bridge-like walkway. Attached at the end was a round platform and attached to the platform was a seat surrounded by even more monitors.

This wasn't an office. This was a surveillance room.

Walking down the walkway was none other than the founder of VoxTek, Vox himself, striding along with all the confidence of someone who was at the top of their industry and knew it. His smile was wide and Lucifer immediately pegged it as the fake kind he usually saw on car salesmen. "Your Highness! Welcome!" Vox greeted. When he was close enough, he offered his hand out for a handshake.

Lucifer eyed it, just long enough to make it look like he wasn't going to take it. He didn't expect anyone to actually bow to him in greeting, but something about this guy left him half tempted to push for it now. Taking the hand, he allowed Vox to shake it to be polite.

When it came time to greet Alastor, the TV demon merely gritted his teeth and said, voice dripping with venom, "Alastor."

Alastor didn't appear bothered in the least by the rude greeting. Matching vitriol with amusement, he merely said, "Vox."

Lucifer looked from Vox, to Alastor, and then back to Vox. Man, he was so sorry he hadn't asked for more details on these two before they'd gotten here. Predicting this could go on a while if they were left to their own devises, Lucifer pointedly cleared his throat.

Vox's smile smoothed out, salesman mask back on place. "Yes, of course. Now, your highness," the sinner held out his hand towards the bridge, indicating he'd like them to come into his "office" proper. Lucifer didn't fail to notice there was only one seat down that way and it was meant for Vox. "May I call you Lucifer? Lucifer--"

Oh, absolutely not. They were going to have to nip that in the bud. Even Alastor, who had somehow become his rival for his place in his daughter's life and literally lived down the hall from him, was smart enough not to call him by name.

"The word you're looking for is 'Majesty'."

Vox paused, body tensing. The fallen angel got the impression he wasn't used to being interrupted. "Excuse me?"

Lucifer effected a bored stance, one hand settled on his cane as he explained, deliberately just this side of hostile, "Your Highness is how you would address my daughter." He looked Vox dead in the eye, making it pointedly clear he was deadly serious and there was going to be none of this BS about who was calling the shots. "Your Majesty is how you address your king."

Vox interestingly grew more calm in the face of his king's ire. "Of course, your Majesty," he said, immediately correcting course. He offered they move the conversation to the platform again. This time, Lucifer nodded. He followed as Vox lead the way, noting how the TV demon never quite turned his back on them, seemingly uneasy having Alastor at his back, even this deep into what was his own territory.

Lucifer took the time spent crossing the bridge to exam the pit around them. While the red light obscured the bottom itself, he was able to make out what appeared to be a very large tank behind equally large glass walls. Swimming around without a care in the world were what appeared to be several glowing sharks. He followed one as it made its way from one side of the pit to the other, able to sense there was nothing natural in their design. These creatures may have appeared to be alive, but they were all circuits and wires, through and through.

When they reached the platform, Vox showed sense by not going for his chair. He did stop in the center of the circle, a subtle attempt to regain some control of the situation. "Now, your Majesty," he began, just sincere enough it was impossible to tell if it was fake or not. "Please, tell me how I and VoxTek can be of assistance today."

Lucifer watched him. Watched the way his face was turned to Lucifer, but his eyes kept ticking to Alastor. Noted the way his body was tilted ever so slightly in the redhead's direction, as if drawn by a magnet he couldn't resist. Vox may have been putting on a show of talking to Lucifer, but he very much only had eyes for Alastor.

Someone was obsessed.

Someone was obsessed really badly.

Something that felt suspiciously like possessiveness reared its head deep within his chest. Lucifer had no more of a claim on Alastor than Vox did, but Alastor had chosen to live under his roof and was his daughter's hotelier. Finicky to the last, with all the loyalty of a feral, stray cat, Alastor was theirs.

Smile all teeth, eyes gold on red, Lucifer raised his free hand until they were right under where Vox's nose would be if he had one. He snapped his fingers, once, twice, sharply.

Vox nearly went cross-eyed, as he zeroed in on the offending digits, leaning slightly back.

"I know Alastor is very eye catching," Lucifer drawled, voice deepening as he let his displeasure seep in. "But you are talking to me. Do you understand?"

The TV demon had the grace to raise his hands, not necessarily in surrender, but certainly in a pacifying manner. It was easy to see him cycling through possible responses, as he fished for the one that would deescalate the situation the fastest. "I apologize, you Majesty, for any offense," he settled on, tone so polite it reeked of falseness.

Lucifer let him have it because it seemed Vox was finally cottoning on to the fact that there was a larger predator in the room then either of the two sinners. The reluctant king withdrew a step, pleased when Vox's eyes followed him, with not a single glance at Alastor. Now that he had the CEO's full attention, he decided it was time to get this show on the road. "I have a message for everyone in the Pride Ring. I've noticed how many people have a TV or a cellphone. I've also noticed VoxTek's reach." Lucifer said this last part only because it was true. However they had managed it, VoxTek has even managed to make it's way into the other rings.

For the first time since they'd arrived, Vox's smile actually appeared real. It put into stark light how fake the one he had been wearing up until this moment had been. "We would be thrilled to feature you on one of our television shows, your Majesty." He was smart enough not to look at Alastor, although it was obvious the next part was directed towards him. "Our viewership ratings have been going through the roof over the last few years. Statistics show that almost every household in the Pentagram City has a TV these days."

It was a good sales pitch. It might even have been true. The hotel had even had a TV, although Lucifer had explicitly forbidden anyone from bringing one into the palace, the exception being the live-in servants' personal quarters. Regardless, Vox hadn't said that to try and sale anyone on anything, he'd said it to rub it in Alastor's face that Lucifer had chosen to pass his message along over Vox's medium, instead of Alastor's.

Although they hadn't discussed it ahead of time, Lucifer found himself saying, in all the casualness of it having been a given, "If Alastor wishes to broadcast the message simultaneously over radio for our viewers who prefer the medium, he's more than welcome to do so, but we're not here to discuss that." He was fairly certain, even without turning around, that Alastor hadn't given it away that this was news to him.

The idea was reinforced by the way that Vox's eye twitched before he could regain control over it. "Yes, of course we want it to reach all of the intended audiences." Hands coming to rest at the small of his back, the TV demon attempted to steer them back on course. "Now, about the content of the message."

Lucifer tilted his head to the side. "Does it matter what the content is? Unless you prefer I go somewhere else to do this." Something that was also true. Mammon may lack any talent of his own, but he knew a cash grab when he saw one. He jumped onto the bandwagon that was television sets, TV shows, and moving advertisements as soon as the technology had hit Hell. The only reason none of his products where seen in the Pride Ring was because Lucifer limited his exposure to sinners were ever he could. If he gave him the green light, Mammon would topple VoxTek within a matter of months, if not less.

Vox paused, sensing he was in troubled waters, but not quite sure from which direction. "No, no. We here at VoxTek simply prefer to make sure that all the content we put out is content we stand by--"

Lucifer leaned in. If his tail were out, it would have been thrashing. "Are you saying your king could say anything VoxTek wouldn't support?"

Vox's screen left eye widened ever so slightly, the sclera going from a solid red, to more hypnotic red and black. It was there and gone in the blink of his eyes. His voice sounded glitchy as he gritted out a, "No."

"May I suggest something, your Majesty?"

Lucifer broke off what was quickly becoming a staring match with Vox to turn his attention to Alastor. The redheaded sinner had been standing behind him, seemingly content to watch the drama unfold from the side as Lucifer took the lead. Considering their rivalry, Lucifer was a little hesitant to allow Alastor to enter the fray, lest he potentially make things worse. However, he did appreciate the fact that these two knew each other better than he knew either of them.

Giving away the floor, at least for now, Lucifer gave a single short nod, for him to proceed.

Alastor stepped up until they were side by side.

Unable to resist now that the redhead had center stage, Vox immediately shifted to face him, Lucifer all but forgotten. He frowned, almost all pretenses of being a businessman all but thrown out the window. "What are you doing here, Alastor?" He snipped at the redhead. "I know you'll take any opportunity to move up in Hell, but I didn't take you as a kiss ass."

Alastor smiled at him, as if he were a short sighted child. "We hadn't gotten to that part, have we?" He gave his staff a little spin, noting the way Vox's eyes narrowed as he took in it's repaired state. "His Majesty asked me to stand with him as he gave his address."

Vox snorted, doubtful. "You'd never agree to appearing on screen." He actually started to laugh at the idea, until he realized Alastor was completely serious. "Wait, you said yes?" Gaping, he turned on Lucifer, seeming in his shock to forget who he was talking to. "What the hell did you do to get him to agree to show up on TV?" He glared back and forth between then, baring his teeth as he asked, "What, are you two fucking or something?"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, lip curling back. In one fell swoop, Vox had just reduced himself to less than scum on the bottom of his boots. The only reason they were continuing this conversation was because he didn't feel like dragging Valentino down to the Greed Ring. "Maybe you just don't know how to speak his language," he snipped back, mouth moving before he could think about what he was saying or how much it gave away.

Before Vox could think too deeply on it, the redhead cleared his throat. For all that he preferred to be an unseen voice on the radio, Alastor did how to play his audience in person. "Let me sweeten the deal," he said, his hand running down the pole of his staff, eyeing the TV demon as he did so. "If you agree to broadcast our King's message, I'll do that one little thing you wanted me to do when you asked me to join you." He pointed the microphone end at Vox, the tip perilously close to his screen. "From when you agree to the end of the broadcast."

Vox stared at the microphone. Slowly, he raised his eyes until he met Alastor's. Something that looked suspiciously like sadness peaked through his anger, although Lucifer was certain they weren't supposed to see it. "You'd really do that. For him?"

Alastor withdrew his staff, tucking it under his arm. With his free hand, he reached out until a single claw rested under Lucifer's chin. Encouraging him to look up at him, Lucifer let Alastor tilt his head up and around to meet that fond expression on the redhead's face. "As his Majesty said, he knows how to speak my language."

Vox's eyes widened, a dawning expression coming over him. Real horror followed shortly behind it. "Holy shit," he whispered, staggering back. Lucifer tore his gaze away from Alastor's just in time to see him drop into his chair as if his strings had been cut. Dragging a hand down his face, Vox said with absolute certainty, "You actually made a Faustian Bargain."

He said it like this was his worst nightmare came to life.

Beside him, Alastor practically radiated smug triumph. It was all the affirmation he needed to give.

All of the fight hadn't been been cut from Vox just yet. Unhappy as he was with this set back, Vox was already trying to figure out how spin this in his favor. An elbow resting on each arm of his chair, the knuckles of his joined hands pressed to his lips, he countered, "Alright, Alastor does his thing and I'll broadcast whatever you want." His grin took up most of his screen, all pretenses of friendliness dropped. "Give me an hour to prepare the studio for you."

Before Vox could run off, Lucifer placed one last little condition on him. "Vox. Make sure the other Vees are in attendance." At the TV demon's questioning tilt of his head, the blonde merely said, "I wouldn't want anyone to miss my message."

Whatever Vox thought of this was hidden behind his joined hands. Instead of bothering with any of the usual ways out of the room, Vox transformed into a bolt of electricity, disappearing into one of the monitors.

Silence descended over the room. Then, "You two have history."

Alastor snorted. "You know how to use your eyes, your Majesty. I'm impressed."

Lucifer ignored the sarcasm and the insult in favor of observing his companion. The redhead's brows were furrowed with concentration, eyes closed and the very air around him warped to a noticeable degree. To Lucifer, a creature who had existed before physical matter, picking up on the way Alastor was enhancing certain electromagnetic waves around him was child's play. Hoping to kill two birds with one stone - learning more about their shared history while figuring out what the sinner was doing - the little king gave into his curiosity and asked, "What did Vox want you to do?"

Alastor didn't answer for a moment, whatever he was doing taking quite a bit of his concentration. Lucifer patiently waited him out. Several minutes ticked by with nothing by the hum of the monitors and the swimming of the sharks to keep him occupied. Cracking open a single eye a slit, Alastor reached a point in whatever he was doing where he could split his attention. Lucifer noted the pupil of the visible eye was a dial.

"Do you know how the technology in that silly little device in your pocket works?" Alastor asked by way of response.

The only things Lucifer tended to carry on his person were his cane, which was in his hand, and his cellphone, in case Charlie tried to call him (rare that it was). His cellphone, which was indeed in his pocket. Fishing it out, he eyed it. He knew it worked. He knew how to work it. Did he really need to know more? Besides, it wasn't one of VoxTek's cellphones, which made him less wary of it. Confused as to where this was going, he said, "It works, isn't that all that matters?"

"Such a pedestrian response." Alastor hummed, his microphone coming over to point at the little device. "You device works because it's able to transmit data via radio waves." He used his staff to gesture to the room around them, his eye falling shut now that he no longer needed to see to engage in the conversation. "Vox's specialty is electricity. He can interact with anything that uses it."

Lucifer remembered the way the TV demon had disappeared into his monitor, a chill running down his spine as he imagined what all else he could likely interact with.

"Radio waves, on the other hand, are my specialty," Alastor continued. This fit with what Lucifer had observed both in the current moment and back at the radio tower. "Usually I simply use them to connect myself to any radio in Pentagram City, but I can also enhance them." His edges of his smile tightened. There was no strain in his posture, but Lucifer was suspicious they might see hints of it if this carried on too long. "When Vox wanted to introduce wireless technology to Hell, he suggested that we team up. He would create the technology and the demand, and I would enhance his reach." His expression sharpened into a sneer. "I had no interest in being a mere tool in elevating him to the top."

Judging from the short interaction he'd observed, Lucifer was suspicious Vox had wanted much more than just to use Alastor as a tool. Vox had done little to hide the depth of his anger and hatred, and no one reached that level of emotion without having swung in the opposite direction first. Lucifer wondered if Alastor had really turned Vox down because of his own lust for power or if Alastor had seen the way Vox had looked at him and hadn't been interested.

Since that question was more likely to shut down the conversation then receive an answer, resigned himself to never knowing. Either way, he supposed he should be happy that Alastor had turned Vox down. Lucifer didn't want to think about what they could have accomplished if they had somehow found a way to work together.

Instead, he went with, "So, you can interact with anything that receives radio waves, then. Not just radios?"

In response, his cell phone dinged. The screen lit up to the lock screen, showing he had a new text message. Though it should be improbable, there was nothing in the place of a sender's name. Lucifer silently frowned at it, suspicious of who was the sender, but unwilling to open anything he didn't know who it came from.

As if sensing his distrust, Alastor crooned, "Go on. I promise it's not spam."

Lucifer was still wary, but he unlocked his phone. If this was malicious ware, Alastor was getting him a new phone.

The text message was indeed not spam. When he opened it up, there were simply two words:

You suck!

Lucifer glared at the message. "So, what? How would this help Vox?"

Alastor wagged a finger at him. "I'm currently high jacking every TV and cellphone with it's WIFI turned on. 666 News has never been more popular than it is right now." He paused, as if searching for something. "I excluded most of the phones in the hotel, but I do have Angel's."

Lucifer whistled, giving credit where it was due. That was honestly incredible. Terrifying in it's reach, holy shit, but incredible. A thought crossed his mind, an unholy grin slowly spreading across his face as he wondered, "Wait, if I reply to this, will the message go straight to you?"

"Ha!" Alastor shook his head, using his microphone to bop the top of Lucifer's hat. An impressive feat, considering his eyes were still closed. "Sorry, but I'm merely a transmitter and an amplifier. My abilities don't work that way."

Lucifer straightened his hat, half tempted to try anyway, just to see if it were true. Perhaps he would another time.

He was interrupted from any further questions by one of the monitors coming to life over Vox's chair. A moment later, the sinner himself reentered the same way he had left. Vox settled back in his chair, legs crossed and significantly more calm than when he left. "The studio will be ready for you in half an hour." He glanced once at Alastor, who had opened his eyes upon the TV demon's return, before returning back to Lucifer. "Let's relocate there now, shall we?"

Lucifer nodded. Instead of leading them towards the elevator they'd come down in, Vox merely joined them in the center of the platform. It became apparent why when the very middle suddenly began to rise, revealing there was yet more ways in and out of the surveillance room. Once they were back in the lobby, he led them over to elevator on the left, only sticking with them long enough to press the button of the floor with the studio, before pulling back out of it. "I'll meet you up there."

The door closed, once again leaving just the two of them and that horrible elevator music.

Lucifer glanced at Alastor. He still looked fine, but he was definitely putting out a lot of power. Feeling concerned (Alastor had agreed to do this for him) and wary of insulting him, he asked, checking in, "You doing okay, still?"

Alastor's ear twitched, the widening of smile showing he wasn't insulted, but rather amused. "Oh, don't worry your little head, I'll be just fine, your Majesty." Eyes aglow with more than just the power it took to carry out his promise, he added, "But I expect a reward when we return to the Hotel."

Lucifer felt a jolt run up his spine. The chain around his neck didn't manifest, but he could feel it tightening ever so. Alastor was invoking their deal, officially giving him his 12 hour notice. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised, as Alastor had yet to actually invoke the deal since making it with him. Tilting his head so his hat hid his expression from both Alastor and the camera's gaze, Lucifer grumbled, "Should have known you'd do nothing for free."

The doors to the elevator opened, illuminating the redhead's sinister grin. A few sinners had paused to catch a glimpse of them as the doors opened, only to pale at the expression on Alastor's face. They quickly scurried off to carry out their tasks. Lucifer stepped through the doors, taking in the chaos in front of him. Numerous demons were running around, similar to the frantic energy he'd seen in the lobby, everyone getting the studio ready. A stack of papers and angry shouting from a blonde woman in a red dress (what was her name? It started with a K) suggested that something else had been planned for this hour, but had been cancelled due to Lucifer's abrupt interruption.

Lucifer might have felt bad, if it weren't for the fact that he knew without a shadow of a doubt this particular reporter was likely going to find some way to verbally eviscerate him later. He may not have remembered her name, but he did remember her particular brand of cutthroat journalism and the outright nasty things she had said about his daughter in the past. And her casual abuse of her co-reporter.

As if sensing she was being watched, the reporter turned her head a full 180 degrees, her smile down right unhinged and full of promises.

Not for the first time since landing in Hell, Lucifer almost wished he was still capable of creating Holy Water. There were some situations one just needed a spray bottle full of the hard core stuff for.

"Your Majesty," Vox pipped up, appearing from seemingly nowhere. The only reason Lucifer didn't jump was because he was still caught in a glaring match with a literal reporter from Hell. "This way, please."

Lucifer carried on glaring at her, right up until he physically couldn't. "I don't care who you've got sitting with me, I don't want her anywhere near me."

Vox followed his gaze, snorting when he saw who he'd been making a stink eye at. "Oh, no worries." He turned his own glare on Alastor. "I'll be copiloting right along with you."

Lucifer took in the two chairs. If he was sitting in one and Vox in the other, Alastor was going to be left standing. Judging from the gleam in the TV demon's eye, this was on purpose. Vox pulled out the seat on the right, the malicious reporter's coworker's usual seat, a smile so fake one would have to be blind to think it sincere spread across his screen. "Just a few more finishing touches, and then we'll be ready to begin." He turned on his heel and disappeared back into the bowels of the studio.

Lucifer blinked down at the seat. He could already feel the sheer number of eyes from the people in the studio, watching and waiting to see what he was going to do next. This was the first time almost every single one of them had ever seen him in person. He already hated everything about this. It was more than enough to make him want to retreat back to his room at the hotel and not come out for the rest of the month.

A gentle brush, an almost tickle, against the back of his neck, the feeling almost shockingly intimate, startled him. He inhaled sharply, not having noticed that he had stopped breathing. Instinctively, he turned his back on the growing crowd, his hand coming up to half way, before he aborted the motion. Turning to face him, Lucifer noted that Alastor appeared to have not done anything, standing in that default pose he favored. The only reason Lucifer could tell it had been him that touched him was from the way the redhead was watching him.

"Smile, your Majesty," Alastor murmured, voice pitched low and soothing. "The hardest part is almost over. I'll be with you the whole time."

How out of sorts had he been that even the Radio Demon was taking pity on him? That the reassurance was a comfort?

Lucifer breathed in slowly through his nose, breathing out even slower through his mouth. His racing heart began to calm, as he reminded himself that he had taken on far more terrifying beings than a room full of nosey sinners. This was all for Charlie and the safety of her dream, and for that, he could handle anything.

He dropped into the offered chair, the anticipation of a battle falling over his shoulders like a weathered cape.

A door opened off to the side, one that he hadn't seen anyone coming and going through. Stepping through were none other than Valentino and Velvette themselves. Velvette was typing away on her phone, muttering about an interruption to her photo shoot.

Valentino paused as he caught sight of Lucifer and Alastor. "Oh! If it isn't papito, himself!" The grin spreading across his face and choice of wording caused the blonde's skin to crawl. Sauntering over, Valentino nearly draped himself over desk, bringing his and Lucifer's faces far too close together. "You wouldn't want to hang around after this little show for some one on one time, now would you, mi pequeño rey?"

Lucifer had barely managed to do more than lean back in his chair, trying to escape the heavy stench of smoke and hard drugs that hung around the Overlord like a second skin, when a weigh settled heavily on his shoulder. He glanced up, finding that Alastor had stepped up beside him, hand placed in such a way that it wrapped possessively around shoulder and was beginning to snake around the back of his neck.

"Valentino." Alastor's filter was grating, a warning despite his pleasant smile.

Valentino lazily blew out a thin pink, heart shaped mouth of smoke. It hit Alastor in the face. His smile was filthy as he gave the deer demon a once over. "Don't be jealous, venado, my offer is still open to you, too."

The static glitch of a record screeching. It wasn't hard to pick out Alastor's distaste with everything from the offer to the Overlord himself. "Pass," he quipped back, shotting down the offer with extreme prejudice.

The pimp shrugged, viewing it as his loss. He turned his attention back to his original target. "What do you say, papito? We could--."

"Val." Vox's voice was barely recognizable through whatever filter he was using, the noise causing Lucifer to flinch as it grated at his ears.

Valentino pouted, somehow making it look aggressive. "Vox, querido, what have I said about using that tone with me?" He twisted around in a way that accented his figure. "Don't be upset because the Radio Demon's already turned you down."

"The show is about to start, Val," Vox pointed out evenly and sternly, despite the dig. Lucifer was beginning to pick up that when it was anyone other than Alastor, the TV demon might actually be able to keep a cool head. "How do you think it will look if we don't start on time?"

Valentino's pout to edge in the direction of a normal pout. "Spoil sport." He leaned back until he was facing Lucifer. He reached out, running a single finger along the underside of the blonde's chin. "Call me if you change your mind." Offer made, he thankfully, finally got off the desk and made his way back over to Velvette.

Lucifer was going to take a long, hot shower when he got back to the hotel. With acid. Regrow some nice, new skin that Valentino had never touched.

Alastor pulled him from his thoughts, giving the back of his neck a squeeze. Lucifer was almost sad for the loss of contact when he pulled his hand away so he could resume his prior position.

From where he stood, Vox watched the two of them, his expression unreadable. Several minutely later, the blue and black themed sinner dropped into his own seat, calling out to the cameraman as he did so. "How's the camera holding up?"

The cameraman peaked at Alastor, indicating this question was because of the redhead's tendency to take out anything with a camera around him. The sinner studied his monitor and then gave a thumbs up.

Vox clicked his tongue. "So," he gripped, irritation heavy in his voice. "You can be recorded without destroying my electronics."

Lucifer couldn't see Alastor from where he was standing almost directly behind him, could only hear the tapping on his fingers on his microphone. His taunt was malicious as he came back with, "We both know I can be photographed ...when I want to be."

The TV demon grimaced, the hit landing where it obviously hurt. He had little time to recover, as the cameraman began his countdown. As he hit zero, Vox's smile was back in place, just a lot less real.

"Top of the hour, folks!" Vox's voice was loud and boisterous, the rhythm and pace almost break neck. "Breaking news: in a rare interview, we're joined by none other than the King of Hell and the Devil himself, Lucifer Morningstar!" Vox leaned over, holding a hand out to indicate the fallen angel sitting beside him. "Please, give your people a little wave, your Majesty."

Lucifer resisted the urge to flip him off. Gave the camera a little wave with little enthusiasm.

Vox carried on, unphased, "Equally rare and unlikely to never happen again, fellow sinners, we also have radio talk show host, the Radio Demon himself, Alastor!"

Alastor didn't wave. He grinned straight into the camera, as if staring into the very souls of the views, eyes and teeth alight as reality itself threatened to warp around him.

The camera gave an alarming whine. The cameraman gave an alarmed cry as it threatened to give out.

Point made, Alastor seemed to remember he was supposed to be behaving. The camera stopped whining as reality returned to normal.

Vox's eye twitched. Smile strained along with his chipper tone, he said, "Your Majesty, I assume your being here is because of the attacks on the hotel your daughter is running?"

Lucifer gave him his own chipper smile. "You mean the attacks you only know about because of your voyeuristic habits?"

Vox laughed, a touch nervously. "You've clearly never dealt with the paparazzi, sire. One has to cross a few boundaries if they want to get the exclusive first."

Was that what he was going with?

Either blind to it or ignoring it, Vox glossed over Lucifer's offense, moving on to, "Please, tell us, do you have any idea who's behind the attacks? We're dying to know."

Lucifer highly doubted that. Or at least, doubted Vox cared. It was more likely he wanted the hotel to fail or get taken out, judging from his poorly concealed eagerness. He leaned his elbow onto the table, chin resting on his palm. "I'm not here to waste my time nor the listeners' with an interview." He took delight in watching Vox falter for the first time since the interrogation began. Over his shoulder, he called sweetly, "Alastor?"

Alastor's voice was just sweet and still more bloodthirsty. "Yes, sire?"

It was a show of how in tune Vox was with Alastor's moods that the TV demon was already beginning to sweat. He was doing a good job of hiding it, Lucifer would give him that. It was a pity he was sitting beside someone who could see right through him, when he chose to make the effort. Lucifer rose from his chair, the blue and black sinner nearly taking a screen full of wings as they manifested. "Be a doll and make certain Vox doesn't get any ideas. Like interfering."

"With pleasure." Alastor's words were nearly lost to his filter. The air around them crackled, the shadows in the corners of the room growing unnaturally dark. Vox dropped all pretenses of pretending he wasn't unnerved, leaning back as much to avoid the wings as to distance himself from the redheaded sinner.

Red and white wings fluttered, giving Lucifer the lift to make stepping up onto the desk look effortless. Papers flew everywhere and a few people made startled noises as they were hit with a few errant pages. His wings fanned out, allowing him to gracefully fall into a seated potion on the other side of the desk. He leaned to the side, placing his weight on the hand braced on the desk, head rolling until he was facing the other two Vees. "Velvette, if you value your life just sit there and look pretty for a bit."

Velvette narrowed her eyes to slits at him. "What the hell?"

Valentino waited to see what advice he had for him. When he received none, the pimp blew out a lung full of pink smoke. His expression turned sultry. "Nothing for me, pequeño rey?"

Lucifer didn't respond, not wanting to give the game away too soon. Relaxing his control over his form, he allowed the full extent of his corrupted, angelic form to appear on full display for all of the viewers to see. Far too many eyes focused in on not just the camera, but the cameraman and the sinners directly around him. Each of them instinctively shied away, hindbrains warning them they were out in the open and too exposed. Vox attempted to push his chair back, the area around the desk suddenly a little too hot, only to be stopped by the end of Alastor's strategically placed staff locking the chair in place.

Lucifer rolled his head back around, until he could easily stare into the camera. "Now, to clear up a few things: I could care less about sinner politics." He grinned in that way he knew looked off, even for a creature of Hell, leaning into the fact that he wasn't human and had never been human. "How you decide to throw away the one good thing you stupid, stupid little humans have going for you is up to you." His pupils were lost in a red glow as his temper spiked, the flame of hellfire blazing between his horns. " What I do take issue with is someone sending hitman to threaten my daughter over something as silly as potential lost contracts."

He slid off the desk, the sinners in front of him all collectively taking a step back. Only the cameraman stayed in place, too frozen to move. "Perhaps it's my fault, I've been away a while." He held out a hand, fingers searching until he found the particular contract he was looking for. "Perhaps it's yours for never reading the fine print." His hand closed around his desired target, a chain made of pink, translucent smoke, deceptively fragile, coming into being. One end led out the doors. The other end led off to the side, leading over to a certain Overlord.

Valentino's and Angel's contract.

The pimp held up his wrist, confusion evident on his face. "The fuck?"

Lucifer's grin was all teeth. He wrapped his hand around and around the chain until he had a nice, solid grip on it. Without warning, he viciously yanked on the chain.

Valentino was pulled so hard, his shoulder nearly popped out of its socket. The pimp yowled like a cat dropped into pool as he was sent crashing to the floor. Lucifer didn't give him the chance to recover, reeling him in like a particularly resistant fish, the Overlord shouting and cursing as he was dragged across the floor. The Devil gave no quarter, even when he had him where he wanted him, pressing his heel into Valentino's back and twisting moth's arm until it was just short breaking.

"You see," Lucifer carried on, tone bored and voice raised over the slew of insults being thrown his way, "There's this little clause in your contracts that say I have the final say in every single one of them."

"You little shit!" Valentino hissed, twisting in a way that should be impossible for someone who purportedly had a spine. "We had nothing to do with the attacks on that shithole your hija is running."

Lucifer pulled on the chain until he could hear the shoulder pop. The sinner's claws dug into the ground beneath him, glare baleful. "Maybe," Lucifer said, almost nonchalant. "But you're the lowest kind of sinner: the kind that profits on selling human flesh and locks people into contracts so they can never escape."

The moth demon snarled, composure gone. "Every one of those whores came to me willingly. I made them stars. They would be nothing without me."

The Devil peered down at him, unmerciful. All of Valentino's sins where on display for him to see and judge and he found him wanting. "Nothing gives you the right to abuse another human being."

Lucifer returned his attention to the camera. He wrapped his free hand around another section of the chain, pulling the links tight between his two fists. "Let everyone remember that your little deals mean nothing if I say so."

Without further ado, he pulled almost effortlessly on the chain, Valentino's strength that of a kittens next to his. A link, just off center, gave, pulling apart until it shattered. Each one of the links similarly followed suit, falling from his hand like crystalline shards. They vanished like the smoke they had originally appeared as before they could hit the ground.

Valentino's arm, free of the chain, fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

Lucifer stepped off his back, releasing him. Stepping around the desk this time, he held his hand out to Alastor. The Radio Demon blinked back at him, something delighted behind his gaze.

It looked a little like victory.

He took Lucifer's hand.

"The Hazbin Hotel and every one of its residents are under my protection," Lucifer declared into the stunned silence, voice projected loud and unearthly, raising the hair on ever sinner's head, save the one in front of him. He looked upon each of the sinners in the room, gaze coming to rest on the camera lens. "I will not have mercy upon anyone looking to cause my daughter anymore trouble."

To his right, a portal appeared. Without another word, he stepped through it, pulling Alastor along with him.

As everyone continued to stare, the portal vanished and they were gone.

tbc

Translations:

-Papito: Little daddy

-Mi pequeño rey: My little king

-Venado: Deer or venison. I chose this word as a way for Valentino to make a dig at the fact that Alastor's demon form is a type of food source.

-Querido: Darling, used if you love or like someone. Chosen as a shoutout to the affair they're clearly having.

#radioapple #alastor #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel #deer lucifer fic #someone on twitter pointed out how wifi works #and then i looked into how cellphones and wifi works #and couldn't resist playing around with it #why stop at playing with lucy's powers #when i can play with everyones?#ps i only took a semester of spanish #so sorry if i botched anything #i did double check everything #so here's hoping its all fine #i'm going to have to add so many new tags to ao3 when i post this chapter #lmao

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dallasgallant · 4 months ago

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Time period post: Terminology and technology

This started as quick and easy smaller one but it’s sort of diverged into subsections, anyways… this’ll be on some of the existing technology and terminology of them time. There was actually a far bit more than you’d assume.

Let’s start terminology wise. “Refrigerated air” is still one of my favorites that I’ve discovered, it basically means that a building is air conditioned! HUGE! NEW THING! It was being added to motels, businesses - homes eventually etc. so a motel being “Refrigerated air, color Tv, swimming pool” is a really damn nice place. Now days motels seem to be looked down upon but they’ve always been a huge part of the culture, especially when cars were new and big and the height of road trips back in the 1950s-60s. (Howard Johnsons , holiday inn etc) this was also the height of roadside attractions/tourist traps think ‘worlds largest’ anything, Route 66 (before it crumped into the remains of today)

Another terminology heavy thing is Schooling,

Back in the day it was much more common to hear “Primary school” in America than it is now an alternative is Grammar school - both of which being daycare-Elementary. Then “junior high” was more common than Middle school

But in a smaller town it’s also common to have more than one if not all of these schools and grade levels shoved into one huge building.

Corporal punishment- hitting students, was still a thing. (Also the argument of basically student rights/are people when it came to anti war protest in high schools)

Desegregation of schools began.

Schools also started later in the morning but still got out at a decent time; this changed in the 1980s

As for general terminology a lot of slang is still used today that was introduced in the 60s, I’d recommend looking it up but for JD specific stuff I do have a post up!

It’s also important to recognize some of their language would be outdated… not actively out to harm but they wouldn’t have knowledge of language 50+ years in the future etc. (like how a lot of older phrases or words have become offensive etc)

As for technology, a lot was changing too. The computer was still new and huge— spanning rooms as this huge mechanical thing that was going to get man to the moon. Still far from being in homes. However, still a lot of neat stuff and gadgets for people to play with.

The 60s are really the height of what we’d now consider “Retrofuturism” with how maybe one day they’ll be huge video screens and transporters and video watches and world peace etc. there was a obsession with progress and innovation in a very optimistic way.

Though if you wanted to transport your music (and weren’t going to carry a huge ass record player around) you have small portable radios but also hand/shirt pocket ones as well. I can’t speak to sound quality …

Phones were still on the wall or on the table. Color tv was slowly being adopted in households across the country— but still pretty $$$ a lot of people would be sticking with B&W even if tv and movies were making the more permanent switch.

So uh fun fact about cars. It wasn’t until 1968 models came out that seatbelts were standard and required. It’s more than likely the boys cars don’t have seatbelts. (They were invented in the late 50s and it sort of depended)

Bench seats were also super common so it didn’t matter which side of a car you got into as you could just slide across. You can see where this only adds to teen car culture- make out points, drive ins with some uh backseat bingo (actual term! Lmao)

#remember these aren’t full on history lessons just small bursts of context to help with writing in the period #the outsiders #outsiders 1983 #outsiders #outsiders novel #outsiders meta #time period post #time period post : technology and terminology #writing help

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leapdayowo · 7 months ago

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Cyberpunk! Bdubs and Impulse

So I had to look up lots of references to come up with these designs since I’m not at all use to drawing cyberpunk outfits. It’s actually a pretty cool type of fashion (with variations such as streetwear, video games, and runway)! There’s usually lots of loose layers (sometimes contrasted with tight layers), ponchos/rain gear, hoodies/coats, and geometric cuts of clothes +straps, pockets, gloves, and other accessories to cover the identity of the person. Of course there’s bits of technology/gadgets and neon pieces that are included and holographic things too. I definitely want to explore this aesthetic more in my art :3

As for Bdubs, he’s helping Impulse with the cyberpunk city but doesn’t have a skin for reference, so I tried to incorporate the white shirt, black pants, and mossy cape into his look + the digital clock on the sleeve and red elements as a nod to the red headband from other past skins

Impulse has a skin to work with, but I originally made a design without looking at references and wanted to redo it (also I realized I forgot his horns in the new design, so those are added below)

look at the difference! The first attempt felt less cohesive and clunky, but I did like the hologram tail tip and wings idea, so I’m using those for the future. I really like how his design turned out on the right, so that’s what I’ll be going with from now on (with minor adjustments maybe)

the horns are kind of like these ones

except I swear I’ve seen versions where they look for pointed like horns but for the life of me I couldn’t find a reference :/ (finding this is reminding me I need to watch neon genesis evangelion)

Also it seems like I will finally have to learn how to draw shoes :P they either are the star of the show or need to blend in with the outfit, and I’m not happy with my generic attempts at drawing them..

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 10 #hermitcraft fanart #traditional art #drawing reference #bdubbleo100 #bdubs fanart #impulsesv #impulse fanart #It feels very nice to be working on concept designs for the hermits :3 makes me excited to do my watercolors

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chronicbeans · 1 year ago

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Hey There! How would the puppets say react to more "modern" stuff (given that they're from the 60-70s, and we now have more advanced tech, VR, electric cars, Alexa, etc)

OMG this sounds so cute!

Welcome Home Cast Reacting to Modern Technology:

TW: None

📺 Wally would be super excited, asking about absolutely everything. It would be especially exciting for him to learn about how phone's have changed. They are now tiny slabs that you carry everywhere with you! He's probably going to end up sitting on your couch, playing art games on your phone.

📺 Poppy would be both enthusiastic and weary of checking out the kitchen of your home. She was already a little anxious about getting injured in her own kitchen, so now she is extra anxious, due to all of this new technology. Once you teach her what everything does, however, she is happy to get back to baking and to try out all of these new gadgets.

📺 Eddie would be interested in learning how the new mail system works. That, and learning about electric cars. He's always had a passing interest in transportation, mostly due to him transporting mail, so learning about how cars have changed is very interesting! Same with trains, too!

📺 Frank would have an interest in everything, much like Wally, but he has a particular interest in e-books. People can now keep books on their phones? He believes it doesn't hold a candle to physically owning the book, but does seem how useful it could be if you cannot get your hands on it.

📺 Sally is astonished by the television. It is so flat, like paper! It also has a better quality image on the screen? How can it do that when it is so flat? You could watch so many shows, too! What is a "streaming service"?

📺 Julie really likes the internet. You can talk to so many people in so many ways! There are these games, too, that you call "MMOs". So many people in one place! Then there is this "YouTube" that you can watch videos on, made by people. She especially loves the makeup videos, finding it satisfying to watch others put it on and see how their faces change.

📺 Howdy is a bit conflicted. He liked things the way they were before, however, change doesn't necessarily mean bad. He'll try out the new gadgets and technology. Online shopping is where he gets especially spooked, though. He can't really understand why someone would want to buy things without physically holding them, first! He... he CAN understand shopping online for things that are not available in your area or country... but didn't you say that there was that Wal-Mart down the street? Why would you buy things from an online Wal-Mart when you can just go to the physical one?

📺 Barnaby is mostly interested in using this new technology for his jokes. If you have any sort of soundboard, be it a physical one or on your phone, he will love it. If you teach him about memes, he will practically fall in love with them. Put a few sounds associated with memes on a soundboard, leave him be, then he will be entertained for about three hours as he makes jokes. Just be warned that he will want all of you to listen to every single one. He's proud of his work.

📺 If you somehow have Home in your... well... home, then it's probably a miniature version of Home. So, if you have Home, and are able to show it all the new gadgets you have in your time period, it will be most interested in Alexa. She can turn your lights on and off with just a small command! It can play music, look up stuff, basically anything! Is it especially interested in the ways Alexa can do things around the home.

#welcome home #welcome home x reader #wally darling #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #frank frankly #eddie dear #sally starlet #julie joyful #barnaby beagle #barnaby b beagle #welcome home home

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era404-skib · 9 months ago

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Theory on how a TVman/woman's abilities work

Okay, we're just gonna be looking at the screen abilities, as their other stuff e.g. hand knives are self-explanatory (well, maybe not teleportation, but I've no clue about that).

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First, we're gonna look at the "anatomy" of a CRT.

To my highly simplified understanding, the Electron Gun sends out a ray of light which is expanded into video by the screen (I am likely wrong, this is just the gist).

Now, I'd say that there's a couple different gadgets at the Fluorescent Screen, which ill explain here.

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Red Screen of Death

[TW: Suicide. Skip to the next one if you don't like that.]

Im going to get this one out of the way first as its the most simple and boring:

Firstly, this has nothing to do with CRT's. We have seen that the RSOD is only capable of being created on flatscreen TV's, whether that's LCD, OLED etc.

I think that it's literally just an EXTREMELY bright red light. It's brightness is just low enough to be as bright as possible without causing instant blindness while also causing excruciating pain and burns to the retinas. The pain is so excruciating that all rational thinking is abandoned. Only one objective goes through the mind of the victim, and its to suicide by any means necessary. There's only one method of escape they can think of, and it's death. Very disturbing, but also really basic.

[Polycephalies' White Screen is basically the same but less powerful: just a really bright light.]

Purple Screen of Hypnotisation

My theory is that this is a combination of light and sounds that transmit signals to the brain/CPU of the target.

The screen creates an inviting, eye-catching glow, which gets the target to look at it. From there, a small circuit (We will call it Circuit 1) sends a signal to the CPU of the TV person saying "Hey! We're hypnotising someone! Tell Circuit 2 what you want them to do!" and the CPU / brain of the TV says "Got it. Circuit 2, I want you to make them do a dance."

Circuit 2 gets the signal and tells the hidden speakers in the TV "Hey! CPU says this has to make them do a dance!"

[Now, I'm going to briefly interrupt here and admit that I got heavy inspiration from this video on the (quite possibly fake) virus BadBIOS, that advertises itself as being able to spread through the air. It does so by emitting a frequency for other nearby computers to pick up that creates a spectrogram image of malicious code that infects the computer and spreads the virus further. Check out the video for more info, its actually super interesting.]

The hidden speakers in the TV then emit a frequency depending on what the the target is:

-If its an organic/skibidi, the frequency is designed to mess with it's brain in a way that stops its thought process and makes it focus on the sole objective that is carried through the frequency. (This frequency is achieved using new technology that would've been discovered by the time of the apocalypse, this is impossible with today's advancements.)

-If its a hardware head/non-organic, it does the same thing as BadBIOS: sending over code which completely overrides the hardwares free will to use its body. Its similar to being controlled by a parasite: the hardware can see what its doing (e.g. TCam would've been able to see he was beating up TSpeaker even though he didn't want to) but its body is being moved against its will. Pretty disturbing if you think about it.

All of this goes on until the light is turned off and the frequency ends.

Orange Screen(?) of Inferno

Now, I put that question mark there as I actually think this screen has nothing to do with cathode ray tubes.

Please watch this video of a solar death ray:

Source: edmundoptics On YouTube

Now, the logic behind this is that the sunlight is concentrated into a ray by the lens which gets thinner and thinner until it reaches a fine, concentrated point and expands outward in radius again. Even rocks that are put under this crack and melt.

Now, my theory is that TV's that can make a OSOI (TTV and TVwoman) have a little slider mechanism inside. Basically, they can alter between the standard Cathode Ray Tube which let's them do the other abilities, or a VERY strong and burning hot light, like a very small sun. It uses the screen as a lens and scorches victims unlucky enough to be caught within its radius. If you're even more unlucky, you'll be in the thin but extremely concentrated part, which will completely crack any metal or porcelain and melt skin.

Extra Notes:

-Diagram of a TV person's CRT.

-Diagram of the OSOI Screen (using a shitty image I grabbed off the wiki)

-Black Screen and Pink Screen are left out intentionally as 1. I have no clue about teleportation and b. The pink screen doesn't really do anything??? idk lmao

#eratags: skib #eratags: analysis #skibidi toilet #nrrrgghhh this took so long. Really happy with how it all came together tho :))#Take all the sciencey stuff I explained with not a grain but a whole shaker of salt. I (in some instances) am freestyling with no research

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years ago

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Topsy Turvy Days in Ignihyde

I think alt!Ignihyde was the most challenging one to write for so far! It took a while to brainstorm ideas, and even longer to write it down in a way that satisfied me.

Errr, the final prompt (Diasomnia) may be late just like Maleficent was 😅 since I’ll be strained between writing 4 boys (instead of the usual 3), Sebek’s Broomquet one-shot, and watching the TWST Year III Anniversary stream!

The Lord of the Underworld, and his Spirit of Diligence.

Malleus Draconia…

… isn’t used to situations where he isn’t assured in his own abilities, where he’s left vulnerable. Were the elder Shroud around, Malleus would obliterate him in a quest for the seat of dorm leader—but since Idia’s off on his own dorm exchange, it leaves Malleus in Ignihyde surrounded by gadgets and machines he has no clue how to operate no matter how much magic he blasts them with. It’s truly a conundrum—and a steep learning curve waiting to happen.

Everything feels so lifeless around him, the lights of the many monitors lining the hallways so artificial, so fake. The floors, the furniture—they’re steely and cold to the touch. A discomfort stirs in the pit of Malleus’s stomach. He’s not afraid of this technology, but unsure of how to comprehend it. It’s so different from nature and the freeing form of magic, his opposite. And change? That’s not something he can easily adapt to. However, Malleus is willing to try and understand of all these devices—for the new perspective may help him become a wiser ruler for his country and his people.

His temperament is particularly dangerous in Ignihyde. When Malleus’s rage flares, his thunderstorms are so powerful that they can knock out the dorm’s entire power supply, leaving dozens and dozens of students without electricity. It sounds like only a mild inconvenience, but for people who sleep, breathe, and eat tech, it’s their worst nightmare. It’s why all the Ignihyde kids walk on eggshells around Malleus (even more so than the others at NRC).

The Ignihyde students scramble away when Malleus heads toward them to ask for help operating a device (which is very frequently). Because they’re always on edge, they sense his presence quickly (“Wh-Why do I hear boss music?!”) and then try to flee the scene. Sadly for them, all it takes is one quick freeze or paralysis spell to stop them in their tracks. Cape swishing ominously behind him, Malleus steps into view with a smirk. “Good day. I’d like to submit an inquiry to this ‘Tech Support’ Desk of yours. You will assist me, correct?”

… Once he’s scared off most of the Ignihyde students, Malleus resorts to asking Epel for assistance (if only because Epel is friends with Deuce, who had helped him before with Gaogao). While Epel fidgets with whatever Malleus needs fixed or tended to, the fae observes him closely and comments that the first year is good at working with his hands. “Eh, you think so? I’ve just got a lot of know-how from helping out on the family farm.” (“Hoh, how commendable of you. I will come to you for future inquiries then.”) “Y-Yer not supposed ta jus’ invite YERSELF over!!”

Malleus is surprised by the most basic of things, from online shopping to video calls and changing his settings or profile picture. (Jamil awkwardly stands off to the side and watches him marvel at modern technology, wondering how the heck he didn’t learn this stuff sooner.) When Malleus tells others the new discoveries he has made, they often react with an exaggerated “O-Oh, really? I didn’t know that…” (What bootlickers, Jamil scoffs to himself—but when Malleus looks his way, he’s quick to bow his head in deference (a force of habit).)

He had the impression that Ignihyde would be populated by virtual pets even though Lilia told him the fad ended years ago (almost like a nature reserve?), so he could set Gaogao Dragon-kun free to roam with his fellow creatures and make friends. Imagine his disappointment to learn it’s not actually the case… Malleus holes up in his room to mope and to tend to his pet for a whole day. “… It is fine. I will always be here to keep you company,” he reassures his beloved pet. “I will never leave your side.”

Malleus tends to get hyperfixated on his interests and hobbies—so it’s absolute hell when he learns about what anime and manga are. He becomes particularly enamored with the slice of life and historical fiction genres, and he’ll talk about them at GREAT lengths with anyone who’s willing to listen. (And don’t get him started on when he happens to catch a gargoyle in the background of a shot; Malleus will launch into a full-on thesis analyzing the accuracy and artistic merit of the gargoyle.)

“I am surprised to learn that, in spite of their technical expertise, the students of Ignihyde also appear to indulge in fiction. I’ve had the opportunity to engage with many of these materials myself. The characters in these works are able to stay as they are, now and forever. Even lightning is contained upon a page or screen--but when lightning strikes in reality, it and its shadow are transiet things. In fiction, time is of no consequence. Everything continues to exist in blissful ignorance, as if suspended in a never-ending dream. Fufufu… How wonderful. I, too, would love nothing more than to live in a never-ending dream.”

Jamil Viper…

… is terribly worried about how Kalim will fare without him (not because he likes Kalim or anything, but because if he is harmed or does something stupid, the blame falls on Jamil). It feels like being away from Kalim stresses him out more than actually spending time at his side. No matter what, Jamil’s “taking a fat L”, as the Ignihyde students would say.

Even when he’s far removed from Kalim, Jamil’s role hasn’t actually changed that much! He calls to check in on his dorm leader at least 3 times a day (demanding that Kalim be on video call so Jamil can be vigilant for potential assassins in the background). Not only that, but Jamil also has to babysit Epel (whose recklessness gets him into trouble on more than one occasion) and Malleus (to quell his bad moods). Why can I never catch a break?!

If Jamil thought Kalim’s (several) home(s) is elaborate, he hasn’t seen anything yet! There’s a clockwork-like efficiency in Ignihyde, lights and sinks automated by touch or heat sensors, voice controlled everything… (He even found a salt shaker that connected to an app on his phone and played music when he seasoned his dinner.) “… I was impressed by the innovation at first, but is there really a need for everything to be wired to wifi? The spices don’t need to sing to me each time I shake them out.”

His interest in dancing leads him down a rabbit hole and into… idol culture. The Ignihyde students are all hype about it, introducing Jamil to a bunch of materials (an “idol fan started pack”, if you will). He told them it was utterly ridiculous at first, but pretty soon he’s listening to the songs, watching the performances (to use as a reference to practice his own dancing), and even incorporating light sticks into his routines (what they call “glowing”)! Jamil insists he’s NOT into idols, but that he’s inspired by the passion and dedication.

He’s appalled by the Ignihyde students’ standards for living. Whenever Jamil catches a glimpse of their rooms, he sees shelves full of merch and floors littered with robotic parts and snacks. It seems they take after the example set by their dorm leader… Thank goodness it’s not his job to clean up after them; it would probably drive Jamil crazy.

He recognizes some of the video games the dorm has for rent. When was the last time he’s had time to plat these? Excluding the time he was held against his will, his last video gaming session was all the way back in middle school. Driven by nostalgia and longing for a return to those bygone days o freedom, Jamil pops a cartridge in and indulges in a brief fantasy, if only for a day.

Jamil tried watching anime (I mean, what else is he going to do around here for fun?) and he instantly cringed at the characters and their over-the-top backstories. He finds himself cringing especially hard at the villains with their Obviously Evil schemes and Obviously Evil laughter/gloating. “People watch this for entertainment? It’s so corny, who in their right mind acts like that?” (Jamil then holds his head in his hands and groans, realizing that he acted exactly like that leading up to and during his OB. He’ll never live down that dokkan.)

Jamil doesn’t like to think of himself as a stiff person—he’s got plenty of pent-up emotions to express—but he admits that he finds a sense of comfort in engineering. It’s not his strongest suit, but it offers a temporary sense of control and agency… things he doesn’t have in his own life. Piece by piece, bit by bit, Jamil feels as though he’s not only assembling a piece of technology, but also constructing a stronger sense of self.

“It’s strange. It almost feels like my time at NRC before Kalim transferred here. Back then, I could do as I liked and explore the subjects that interested me. That freedom was so fleeting. If I were to enroll in a magic engineering course… Kalim would want to take it with me, and then I’d have to maintain a grade below his. It’s like being a machine with hard limits—but I’m not a machine, and this isn’t all that I can do. I can go the distance.”

Epel Felmier…

… really, really, REALLY wanted to try out being in Savanaclaw, but he’ll settle for his second choice since Savanaclaw’s full :/ He’s a fish out of water all over again! This country boy’s used to the wide open farmlands of Harveston, not the geometric, stiff nature of Ignihyde—but that doesn’t mean he can’t adapt!

He immediately tries to establish dominance by letting his new dorm mates know that he’s up to throw down anytime! To his surprise, the Ignihyde students thought he meant “throw down” as in, “let’s play a tabletop card game”! They eagerly bring out their play mats, complicated dice, and decks—and Epel is the one that gets dunked on in the matches.

Epel feels like he has to help Malleus when he’s stumbling through operating something. He’s used to helping out his folks back home (the wifi is spotty in Harveston, and it’s mostly older people who aren’t up to speed with tech) that he feels strongly compelled to do the same for Malleus. It occurs to him that the Malleus Draconia acts like a retiree when it comes to tech—but Epel does his best to refrain from commenting on it out loud.

The Ignihyde kids act like Epel is a demon just because he willingly leaves his room to exercise (he can’t slack off his training for Magift Club!!) and to see the sun. They all stare at him in the courtyard from behind their bedroom doors, shivering at the thought of being out there themselves. “Aw, quit yer bellyachin’ and go on ‘n give it a shot fer yerself why don’t ‘cha?!” Epel hollers at them.

Epel has a habit of snacking on his homemade apple chips while he’s doing other things. Problem is, all those crumbs end up collecting in hard-to-reach places like between the keys on his keyboard… He tried blowing the particles out using a light wind spell, but when that didn’t work, Malleus volunteered to help. (… Yeah, he ended up uprooting half of the dorm but it’s okay, Malleus magically repaired it afterwards.)

He spends hours in the magic engineering labs working on a custom build for a magical wheel; Epel picks out the specs and installs new parts himself, even hand paints his ride in a new color—a deep and shiny crimson, oozing venomous green goo. It fits him perfectly: the “Poison Apple” of the Felmiers! When the magical wheel is ready for a test drive, Epel can think of no better place to try it out than on the corridors of Ignihyde itself (much to Jamil’s horror; “You’ll leave tire tracks on the floors…! And what if you damage one of their supercomputers?!”).

Epel has a bad competitive streak when it comes to tests of strength… even in video games!! When the Ignihyde kids come together to organize raids and gaming competitions, Epel signs up right alongside them… only to be wiped out early on or have his butt whooped in the preliminaries!! Frustrated, he commits himself to working hard to come out on top and prove his worthiness!! (“It isn’t worth much in the long run,” Jamil—the voice of reason—warns him, “you’ll be returning to Pomefiore soon, and I doubt Vil-senpai would want you staying up late to… ‘train’.”)

An Ignihyde student tells Epel that he reminds them of an anime character. “Oh, cool! Which character are you talking about?” Epel asks, curious. “My waifu!!” Epel’s insides immediately turn frosty. The more this mob student rambles on and on about their favorite character and how cute she (and by extension, Epel) is, the more rage builds inside of him until it’s unleashed in one big torrent. “Ah’m NOT a damsel, and Ah AIN’T in distress!!” Epel cries as he lays down the hurt. When all’s said and done, he dusts off his hands and, remembering his manners, snidely adds, “Have a nice day!” before abandoning the scene of the incident.

“I don’t know if I totally get it, but I kind of understand Idia-senpai’s interests a little more now… I think. There was that one anime he was super into, the sledding one that took inspiration from my hometown. He was up in arms, talking nonstop about it. Hehe, everyone in Ignihyde’s really intense about what they love. I can get behind those feelings! No matter what dorm I’m in, I’m gonna let my passion drive me!!”

#Malleus Draconia #Jamil Viper #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst anni #twisted wonderland anni #twst anniversary #twisted wonderland anniversary #Epel Felmier #topsy turvy days #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #Lilia Vanrouge #Vil Schoenheit #Kalim Al-Asim #Scarabia #Deuce Spade #Idia Shroud

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jnstudios2 · 6 months ago

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Nicktoons Unite The Animated Series episode two

The syndicate lair

Deep below the surface was a lab full of gadgets and sparks flaring everywhere. Professor calamitous was repairing his bots grumbling about the nicktoons unite. “ blasted nicktoons unite,

Destroying my toys and making me a mockery!” He grumbled while fixing them. “ these nicktoons unite are getting stronger with everything we throw at them to slow them down “ plankton said folding his robotic arms with a hmph. “ yes it seems so “ calamitous said then smiled bringing out a microchip “ but not anymore “ he chuckled putting it in a syndicate bot. The bot started up and adapted itself to create new weaponry to destroy the dummies into pieces.” Ooooh” the two said when calamitous turned it off. “ yes quite impressive, but I’m out of supplies here to develop more” calamitous said when the two pondered what to do with this supply problem. “ I have a supply port in California for me to resupply, but I need you two to distract the nicktoons unite while I gather the supplies to create an army of powerful syndicate bots for us to rule the universe hahaha!” Calamitous laughed as did plankton and Crocker getting ready to create their powerful robot army.

Cue theme song and title card

At the headquarters

The crew was playing cards at the game room, a place where glowing games were, a giant tv, a table, and a couch. Timmy was secretly wishing for full houses in their games of go fish. Jimmy noticed it “ Timmy you’re cheating!” Jimmy said “ no I’m not!” Timmy said then continued to secretly wish for more full houses. “ I can literally hear you wishing you right now “ Danny said annoyed.” Cheaters never prosper” SpongeBob said “ oh please if you had faires you would do the same!” Timmy argued. “ I would use them to help solve problems like pollution and other issues going on right now” Jimmy said making Timmy looked at him “ those are some lame wishes!” Timmy said “ no you’re not!” Jimmy said as they faced each other and growled. “ hey stop that! “ Danny said separating them both “ and try to enjoy our time off from protecting the universe “ Danny said as SpongeBob agreed with him. “ yeah fighting never solves anything, except if you get bullied “ SpongeBob said. “ whatever” Timmy said rolling his eyes and leaning in his seat. An alarm went off “ Crocker has been causing trouble in fairy world, stealing..wish muffins?” Ella said looking at her tablet confused. “ well it’s the syndicate up to no good again, I need you guys to help out fairy world “ Ella said when the four looked annoyed “ were on it” Danny said acknowledging her and heading out with the three into fairy world. The three mischievous ghost vultures grinned watching them invisible “ ooh I think the boss is going to enjoy hearing about this” the leader vulture said. “ yeah but what about our job to spy on that fool?” The second vulture said. “ you moron!, we already spied on him and got what we needed” the leader vulture said hitting him in the head. “ ow! Sorry I forgot ok” the second one said “ we should be going back to the boss, he’s expecting us” the third vulture said as the other agreed flying away into the sky.

Vlad’s castle

Throne room

The throne room was like the video game was, the only difference was that the ghost portal wasn’t in there. That was in his laboratory full of technology and where experimenting happened. Vlad was in his fancy throne chair that was gold and purple waiting for something to arrive. He tapped his finger on his throne waiting and waiting until three green ghost vultures with red hats with a skull on it appeared in the throne room. “ ah there you are my feathered friends” plasmius said when the leader vulture landed on his right shoulder “ have you got any news for me?” He asked the leader vulture. “ jack is still in the lab working away on new inventions and didn’t even notice us in there just like you predicted boss” the leader vulture told him making him grin wickedly. “ of course, jack is very predictable even after all these years, getting my sweet revenge on him would be satisfying to enjoy” plasmius smiled when his black gloved hand glowing pink. “ of course boss, you’ll have it soon” the leader vulture said nodding his head. a single on his watch device told him that calmitous was calling “ oh great, calamitous is calling ..ugh this better be good” he said teleporting to his lair turning on his screen while sitting in his chair. “ what is it this time calamitous?, another robot?” He said a bit annoyed. “ I have developed a microchip to be put inside our bots, we are going back to the roots of what made the syndicate..the syndicate “ he told him. “ Finally a good idea instead of throwing bots at them and being turned into metal cubes” he said. “ i need some of your technology to help us get started though, can you send it to my secret dock in California?” He asked as plasmius nodded. “ consider it done, I’ll bring it to your location, and don’t mess this up calamitous or I’ll be very upset “ he said pointing to the screen. “ you won’t like it when I get mad, I can’t be giving my technology and gadgets all of the time” he said as calamitous understood. “ thank you plasmius, you won’t regret it “ calamitous said as he hung up. “ better not, does he know how valuable my technology is? If he messes up another piece of my technology..I’m going to be very upset with him” he growled getting up and gathering his technology after he sent him the secret location on his syndicate watch. “ guard the castle you three, I want nothing happening while I’m gone or there will be consequences ,got it?” He said as his hand glowed pink scaring the three vultures. “.. you got it boss, you can count on us” the leader told him “ good” he said creating a portal to California and activating the security in his castle before he left and disappeared into the portal and went to see calamitous.

Fairy world

The nicktoons unite arrived to see everything a mess, fairies fleeing, destroyed homes, and blasts hitting anything in it’s way. “ look out!” Timmy said when the team dodged the blast coming towards them“ hahahaha well look who came to witness my glory” a familiar voice said when the team looked up to see Crocker in his armor and his staff giving them a wicked smile. “ Crocker!” Timmy growled “ where’s the wish muffins you stole?!” Wanda said when Crocker chuckled. “ I ate them of course quite delicious and stolen all the FAIRIES POWERS!” He laughed like a hyena scaring the team. “ you’re going to return what you stolen Crocker!” Jimmy said pointing at him “ or what brainiac? I have so much power to defeat you all so easily!” Crocker laughed uncontrollably. “ oh yeah!” Danny said blasting his ghost rays at him. But Crocker created a shield blocking his attacks “ yeah” Crocker said creating a giant boxing glove to hit Danny when he was flying towards him as he crashed in the bakery. “ charge!” Timmy said as the rest charged towards him but he grinned aiming his staff and trapping them in a bubble then throwing them into the bakery making a loud crash. The team got up “ we can’t even get close to him!” Timmy said as Danny was dusting himself off “ he wasn’t kidding about his power “ he said. “ but brains always beat brawn, I got a plan “ jimmy said when the team gathered. “ I need you three to distract him while I free the fairies and Jorgon, then we’ll let him have it!” jimmy said hitting his fist in his hand. “ sounds risky but it’s worth a shot” Danny said as the two agreed with him “ we’ll show him who we are!” Timmy said “ you said it sport! Wanda said. “ oh where did you go nicktoons unite? I’m not finished playing with you four yet and Timmy’s FAIRIES will be mine!” He laughed uncontrollably. “ now!” Jimmy said as the three got out of the bakery and attacking him. Crocker looked stunned then growled when the three grabbed him and his staff “ get off you miserable heros!” Crocker said trying to shake the three off of him and his staff distracting him when they were punching and kicking him or blasting him with their powers. SpongeBob blew bubbles right in his eyes as he howled “ ow ow ow! I got bubbles in my eyes!” Crocker howled trying to get it off of his eyes. Danny punched him into a wall while he was blinded and reckless shooting his staff everywhere trying to hit them. Jimmy found the dungeon Jorgon was trapped in and freed him by using his robotic arm to pick the lock. “ I thank you little one but that maniac hidden my big wand” Jorgon said “ well we have to find it cause my friends can’t hold him much longer!” Jimmy said. Timmy smacked him with his hammer that cosmo turned into while Wanda turned into a dragon blowing fire at him. “ OW HOT!” Crocker said finally getting the bubbles out of his eyes. He smacked Danny with his staff like a baseball bat and crashed into Timmy. SpongeBob used his karate gear to smack Crocker while he was blocking Wanda’s claw swipes angry that he hurt Timmy. “ ENOUGH!!!” He said creating a force field to smack everyone away from him. Everyone groaned when he shadowed over him “ time to say good bye to your FAIRIES Timmy and your friends!” He laughed aiming his staff and trying to trap Timmy’s fairies inside of it.” HEY JERK!” Jimmy shouted as Crocker turned to see him “ how dare you mock your ruler!” Crocker said pointing his staff at him. “ ruler? Oh please, he’s the ruler!” Jimmy grinned “ who’s he?” Crocker asked confused. “ ME YOU FREAK!” Jorgon said cracking his fists. Crocker turned to see him and looked scared aiming his staff at him “ stand back, I have all the FAIRIES powers !” Crocker said until Danny phased through him grabbing his staff “ not anymore “ Danny said smiling. Crocker looked shocked seeing the power fading away. “uh..oh” he said realizing what was about to happen next. Jorgon smiled when his big wand appeared again then blasted Crocker “ ALLLIIIEEE!” He screamed when the team just watched then he was beaten up and sliding to their feet all busted up

“ curse.. you” he said pushing a button on his armor disappearing out of fairy world. Danny smashed the staff to free all of the magic he stole and restored them back to the faires “ that was easy” Timmy said “ usually it would take longer to fight him” Wanda said a bit suspicious. “ at least fairy world is safe from him for now” jimmy said “ but something is up, why did crocker give up so easily?” Jimmy added. “ nicktoons unite! Plankton is attempting to steal the secret formula! I need you to head over to bikini bottom stat!” Ella said on their calling devices. “ that’s why! He was distracting us from plankton!” Danny growled. “ but we should help clean up fairy world first” SpongeBob said. “ nonsense, I’ll take care of this” Jorgon said when his big wand glowed. “ let’s go guys ! Time to stop plankton!” Timmy said as jimmy created a portal to bikini bottom.

They arrived at bikini bottom quickly

“ the blasted plankton , he’s going to pay for making us look like idiots!” Timmy growled grasping his green hammer that cosmo formed into. “ at least we got to beat up Crocker” Danny said looking at his hand and rubbing it “ that’s true “ Timmy said. “ guys we got to find plankton and stop him before he succeeds!” Wanda said when everyone agreed “ he wants the secret formula right? He must be heading to the Krusty Krab” jimmy said. “ not anymore! “ plankton said when a giant bubble trapped the team shocked. “ ohhahaha! I got you all good didn’t I?, should have seen the looks on your faces!” Plankton laughed in his giant robot. “ don’t bother breaking out , we created this bubble to keep you trapped inside even if you use your powers hahahaha!” He laughed. “ now if you’ll excuse me, I got a special guest in my home to have fun with , rubbing it In that I have the secret formula hahaha!” Plankton said flying away leaving the team in their giant bubble trap.

At the port

Calamitous smiled seeing the team trapped “ excellent work and with them trapped, I’ll have some time to start developing my microchips into our army haha! “ calamitous laughed as did Crocker. “ yeah the fools have no idea that we’re just putting them on a wild goose chase to work on our real plan “ Crocker laughed “ yes, and now it’s time to finish the job, you still have some fairy magic right?” Calamitous asked him “ umm only this vile that I kept with me” he said showing him the vile in his pocket. “ good, that should be enough to power them up to adapt, put the magic in the container so we can begin “ calamitous said pointing to the warehouse. Crocker nodded, heading to the warehouse to get more supplies for their army. Plasmius arrived “ alright here it is, now what exactly are we doing here?” He asked him “ simple, we are giving our bot minions from the video games a major upgrade, the microchip will give them the ability to adapt from attacks and create new weaponry to take care of the nicktoons unite “ he explained as plasmius was interested in his idea “ ooh sounds interesting calamitous “ he told him. “ but how do we know this won’t back fire on us..like last time?” He glared at him “ it won’t explode this time, you have my word” he told him as plasmius was doubtful about that.“ now let’s not waste any time and start creating our army to rule the universe “ calamitous smiled as the two did as well. plasmius grinned stretching his fingers “ let’s have some fun shall we?” He smiled as did the others.

Back in bikini bottom

The team was still fighting trying to burst the bubble “ we tried everything on this thing!” Danny said still blasting it. “ the syndicate sure did their homework this time” Jimmy said blasting his tornado blaster or his robotic arms to attack it. But the bubble took everything and didn’t even burst at all. “ great we’re stuck in here! Plankton is probably taking over bikini bottom as we speak!” Timmy said. “ don’t give up sport “ Wanda said then gave jimmy an idea. “ Timmy your fairies can get us out!” Jimmy said. “ oh right, cosmo,Wanda, I wish for us to be free from this bubble!” Timmy wished when his fairies proofed the bubble out of existence. “ what in Texas, the nicktoons unite? What are you doing here?” Sandy appearing out of nowhere scaring the team. “ sandy it’s plankton , he’s got the secret formula and possibly mr krabs!” SpongeBob explained shocking her. “ that’s horrible news SpongeBob, but I’ll help you guys out with any combat “ sandy smiled. “ would appreciate that, but we have to be careful with him, he’s part of the syndicate and has some gadgets to play with “ Danny warned her. “ oh don’t worry, I’ll be ready” sandy said. “ hellllooo plankton is probably causing more trouble!” Timmy said “ right, let’s go team..to the chum bucket!

At the chum bucket

Plankton had captured mr Krabs and had devious plans for to rub it in his face. He entered the room where he was tied and chuckled “ well krabs, I finally win with the secret formula in my grasp, I’ll rule bikini bottom hahaha!” He laughed shadowing over him. “ with the nicktoons unite out of the way, we will rule the universe as well, but for now it’s time to have some fun with you krabs” plankton said clinching his robotic clawed fists. “ umm we got a problem” Karen said showing the nicktoons unite heading towards them “ what?! How did they escape our bubble trap?! Oh well “ he said pushing a button. “ now you’ll watch krabs as I destroy your precious business and the nicktoons unite! Hahaha!” He said when the chum bucket turned into a giant robot armed to the teeth with weaponry going towards the krusty krab ready to stomp it into pieces. “Nooooooo! Not me business and money!” Krabs as plankton laughed until Danny punched his robot making him catch himself. “ it’s over plankton!” Timmy said when Wanda turned into a jetpack and cosmo into a giant hammer smacking him in the robotic eye blinding it. “ ahhh my robotic eye! Do you know how long it took to build that?!” He growled firing at Danny flying around him “ sorry plankton but it seems your tiny little brain isn’t smart enough to take us down” jimmy said using his robotic arms to get inside the robot when Danny did the same phasing inside. SpongeBob, sandy, and timmy was distracting him from noticing the two inside the robot. “ you free mr krabs, I’ll hack into the system” jimmy using his robotic arms to begin hacking into plankton’s system. “ on it” Danny said turning invisible and searched for mr krabs to free him from plankton.

Meanwhile at the port

Calamitous was busy at work “ my plan for our conquest has finally arrived after such a long time of waiting” he smiled. “ yeah and those fools are so busy fighting us to realize that we sent them on a wild goose chase! Hahaha!” Crocker laughed uncontrollably making calamitous eyes twitch “ silence you fool! You’re wasting time to build for our conquest, and your laughing is starting to give me a headache “ plasmius growled at him. “ oh..sorry” he smiled nervously as he went back to work as some bots gathered supplies for calamitous . “ what if they find out tho? They will be definitely come here to try to stop us” Crocker asked him. Calamitous grinned “ contact plankton “ calamitous told a syndicate bot. They saluted “yes lord calamitous “ the bot said contacting plankton for him.

Back at bikini bottom

Danny found where mr Krabs was tied up in and freed him “ I found him” Danny said on his earpiece “ great work,I’m almost done with the hack, that little insect won’t have his toy to play with soon” jimmy grinned. “ aw man but I’m enjoying destroying his toys!” Timmy said destroying a laser cannon “ my cannons, Oh now my back account is so dead!” Plankton said swiping at SpongeBob who was using his karate gear to smack his attacks. “ 3…2..1” jimmy said when the hack went into motion. “ huh? Why are you not destroying them? What is happening?!” Plankton said pushing buttons. “ play time is over plankton!“ Danny said freezing him with his ice powers“ I’ll be taking that “ mr krabs said taking away the secret formula in his safe “ nooooooo! Curse you all! I had bikini bottom in my grasp!” Plankton said. “ but you will soon once again” a voice said as plankton was teleported out of the ice and disappeared. “ that voice, calamitous!” Jimmy said as calamitous appeared on the screen “ what’s up morons!” Crocker said until he was pushed away. “ quiet you!” Calamitous said “ I’m afraid you are too late to stop us, our robotic army is almost complete! I had Crocker and plankton distract you fools while I worked on our real plan hahaha!” Calamitous laughed. “ we’ll stop you and your tin cans!” Danny said pointing at him. “ oh really? We have upgraded our bots to the max!, but here’s a little gift for you all falling for our trick” calamitous said pushing a button. “ self destruct in one minute “ a robotic voice said “ goodbye..nicktoons unite hahahaha!” Calamitous said as the screen turned off. Danny grabbed mr krabs and jimmy and phased throughout the robot before it exploded into bubbles. “ what the?” Danny said “ got you hahaha! But try to stop us if you can” calamitous said trolling them. “ ooh he’s getting on my nerves!” Wanda said. “ seriously he’s just playing with us!” Timmy said. “ he is and he did trick us good with the other members, but he was a bit clumsy “ jimmy said grabbing a metal sheet with the syndicate logo on it. “ I’ll just scan this and tada! He’s at a port in California” jimmy said “ I’ll call Ella to send some backup in case they activate their army” jimmy said typing on his wrist. Ella got the message “ Jenny, zim,and mighty b you’re needed in California “ Ella said contacting the three. “ heading there now “ Jenny said flying away “ zim will conjure all!” Zim said flying in his ship. “ mighty b to the rescue!” Might b said saluting. “ l like waffles!” Gir said calling back. “ I’m sure you do gir” Ella said hanging up and calling jimmy to tell him backup is on their way. Jimmy grinned creating a portal to California and used the data to arrive to the port.

The nicktoons unite arrived at the port after searching for it for a while

“ backup is arriving..now” Ella said when they heard a rocket to see Jenny land in front of them “ hey guys” Jenny said waving. Zim laughed coming out of his ship “ zim has arrived to conquer the universe! Hahaha!” He laughed as they looked at him. “ make way for the mighty b” mighty b said jumping from some crates. “ you guys must be the backup” jimmy said as the three nodded “ you betcha!, we heard something wicked is happening at this port” mighty b said. “ it’s calamitous, he put us on a wild goose chase with Crocker and plankton “ jimmy said. “ that inferior punk!” Zim said clinching his fists in anger “ that no good trickster, but he sure tricked you guys good” Jenny said. “ yeah he sure did” Danny said. “ but not anymore, we’re here to stop their plans once for all!” Timmy said. “ let’s get them!” Mighty b said bringing out an arrow as Jenny punched her hand with her fist and zim smiled wickedly cracking his fists.

Calamitous spotted them “ impossible! How did they find me?!” He growled. “ oh way to go cookieduster! Some genius who leaves technology laying around for boy genius to find your secret dock..way to go champ“ plasmius looking at him .” nevermind, I’ll just send them a distraction while We get away with my supplies and continue to build our ultimate army!” He laughed pushing a button when the ground began to shake transforming his workshop into a ship making their escape. “ this will keep them busy haha!” He laughed pushing a button on a remote when flying in their sights

“ there getting away!” Jimmy said pointing to the ship. “ uhhh guys” SpongeBob said. “ what is it?” Danny asked him “ we got company” he said pointing to some syndicate bots beginning to surround them. “ oh yeah I’m been waiting for this!” Timmy said when cosmo turned into a big green hammer and Wanda into a wish ray blasting at two then charging at them. Zim laughed pinching some then becoming a deadly tornado to slice through some “ gir attack!” He ordered when gir laughed throwing some waffles at two when the butter made them spark then collapsed onto the floor. “ I didn’t me- oh forget it” zim said heading towards one. Danny flew towards three freezing them using his ice powers then ghost powers to blast them into pieces. SpongeBob blew bubbles trapped some in bubbles as jimmy uses his robotic arms with ray guns to fire at the trapped bots destroying them in the process. Jenny and mighty b finished the last of them when mighty b jabbed her arrow into one turning it off as Jenny created a buzz saw to slice the last one who was blasting at her. The team saw the parts scattered all around the ground but they didn’t celebrate they just looked at the sky seeing that they escaped.”They got away” jimmy said clinching his fist glaring at the sky as did the others. They got away, which meant the syndicate was about to begin their plans to take over the universe.

The team headed back to the headquarters to tell Ella that the syndicate escaped. “ that no good cookieduster! He tricked us!” she growled when of her robotic clawed hand punched a metal wall showing her anger. She calmed down. “ but not to worry, we’ll be ready for them when they strike” she told the team. “ you bet we will, they are not going to trick us again” jenny said as they all agreed. “ now who wants waffles?!” Gir said as everyone looked shocked when gir laughed uncontrollably and zim smacking his face.

Meanwhile at the syndicate lair

Calamitous was hard at work creating his army as did plasmius using his genius and powers to create some when the microchip was placed into them. He tricked the nicktoons unite to gather his supplies, and now he was beginning to put his plans into motion. What evil awaited the team? what plans were the syndicate about to use? Who knew what the syndicate was planning to do next? One thing to say is that the syndicate has truly returned and was starting their conquest on the combined universe…soon. “ ah yes, I think this will definitely bring us back to our flare we had before for sure, not just with an army but we are finally making great plans instead of childish ones haha! “ plasmius said pushing a button to activate the factory machine to create more microchips for their army. “ oh and calamitous, while we wait on our army, why don’t we have some fun in the meantime” Plasmius grinned wickedly as did calamitous “ yes, we should indeed have some fun” he smiled as everyone’s laughter echoed throughout the lair.

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