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This city slicker doesn’t even know how many tentacles a deer is supposed to have.

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Season Three, this is my design.
ooc. okay so question for the crowd, if alastor was cutting open another demon (god forbid a man has hobbies), would that be dissection or vivisection, or some new third thing?
because to be dissection, the subject has to be dead, and they're all dead technically at least once
but to be vivisection, they have to be alive and they're alive enough to die- and double-die for that matter
is it only dissection in hell if they're double-dead
is it dissection if they are dead (temporary or otherwise) but vivisection if they're capable of response and stimuli, is this a spectrum due to regeneration, at what point does it go from a dissection to a vivisection?
or is the state of being dead and thus in hell an overriding dissection state?
is primo-dissection a thing?
what do we think chat
Schrödinger would like you to stop calling him
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I think someone needs some more time shut away in the desk drawer again.
I think someone needs more chair-timeout-time.
Miss me already, V̷̦̾̒i̴͍͐̔n̸̟̄ĉ̴͎́ȇ̴̻̙n̸̥̋ṱ̸̨̿̕?
Alastor's sharp grin widened, dark showing between pointed teeth.
It would be s̷̡̧̧͉̊ò̶̙͕̔̊͌ ̴͎̊é̴̳̹̐̓͝n̶̖̯̖̖͌̈̃̀t̷̗͘ȅ̷̖̭̊͂̃r̶̢̋̊̋̕t̷̙̩͊a̸̛̩͆̒ĩ̵̞͈͉̤͐̑́ņ̸̛͙̺̖̎i̴̢̤̬͆́́n̶̲̣̒g̸̥͈̙͇͐̋ to watch you trying to claw your way back to power l̸̡̥̠͆́͋̃i̴̙̭̭͚̅͒̎̂v̸̳̞̬͖̾̔̀͝ệ̵̡͓̞͐̎.
*his head twitches and his voice gets lower and serious as he hears the name*
DONT. FUCKING. CALL. ME. THAT.
For your information I did not miss you, quite the opposite actually, in fact id like to tell you, I hope this is the last time I ever speak to you. I despise you. After this "friendly" conversation I plan to keep your name out of my tongue, you out of my eyes and mind, you are dead to me after this.
Grin wide and ever present, Alastor stayed quiet.
Only the faint crackle of an empty broadcast, proving he was present but not responding. Giving Vincent precisely what he purported to want:
S̷̼̅ ̵̡̛̼̮͙̳͎̱̂͗̎ỉ̸̧̡̨̮̝͖̜͗͛ ̶̮̭̮̰̹̔̓̽͗̇̚ľ̸͍̀̕ ̶̛̰̝̳̬̪̘͉̓͊é̶̘̥̝̬̖͈̯̦̆̅̋́͜ ̸̹̗̟̹̒̇ṅ̶̛͔͚ ̸̧̨̩͍̩͒̏͑͗̈́c̷̫͇̱̠̲̋̈̔̓̌̎ ̵̧̳̠͉͉͗͛̎̇ẹ̸̳̬͎̗̍͜.̴̨͖̼̗̰̣̼̞̏͐ ̵̙̄
No comments?, good. Hope i never run into you again.
*hes walking out*
Alastor giggled to himself as he faded into shadows.
Well, they'd see how long Vincent lasted. With Alastor everywhere he ľ̶̩͙o̴̪͓͌o̵̖̪̒̀k̷̪̇́e̵̱͛̋d̴͈̭͒̑ - his broadcast e̷͇͙͛v̵̤̯̂e̶̺͈̓r̸͚͆ẏ̷̧̬̉ ̴̟̋n̸̦̬͊i̸̻͖̋͝g̴̭̲͑̕h̷̤̱́t̴͚͍͐.
And all without a single insinuation that he knew of anyone resembling V̸̡̜̫̟͔͔̪͉̱̑̔͑͑͆̄̄̒̒̄̚͜͝ͅi̷̡͔̺͚͎̯͎̜̩͖̰̻͕͓͇̖͖̓̇n̵̡̺͉̩̣̪͓͓̰̦͕̿̌͌̔̂͑̆̓̋̊͋̇͌̚͘͝͠c̷̛̗̤͍̰̮̲͈̥̣̏̑̆̅̅͌̐̑͊̓͆̕̕̕ȩ̷̛͎͈̯̝̲͕̰̤̍̃̓̋n̵̢̡̲̗̖̘̮̰͉͍͔͈͙̊̃̀͗̈́͘͠t̷̢̗͆͗̋͐̃̏̾̽̎̀͐̓͂̈́̍͌ ̵̛͚̘̫̤̈́̐̃̐̆̆̀̓͑̔͘͝Ẇ̷̡͎̠̩̗̀̈̅͌̇̊̒́̏̕͠ḣ̶̢̢̢̳̖̺̝̬̼̣̼̞̱͆͒͌̓͊̈̔̍̅̉́͝ͅͅì̸̢̛̘͉̰̔̆̿̽͗̀̚ͅt̴̖̘̰͔̾̀̍͊͗̃̿̑̎͆͛̾̀̃͜͜ť̴̛͚̱̗̩̥̀̐̉̂͋̒̋m̷̹͓̉̃̀̋̓́ầ̴̰̯̙͍̗̖̆͊̑̒͆̒̅̀̈́̈́̈̕̕͘ṉ̷̨̮̻̦͇̖̹͇̖̻̤͇͒̊̌͜, or 'Vox Populi'.
Maybe he'd do an expose on Valentino too. Just to season the soup.
I think someone needs some more time shut away in the desk drawer again.
I think someone needs more chair-timeout-time.
Miss me already, V̷̦̾̒i̴͍͐̔n̸̟̄ĉ̴͎́ȇ̴̻̙n̸̥̋ṱ̸̨̿̕?
Alastor's sharp grin widened, dark showing between pointed teeth.
It would be s̷̡̧̧͉̊ò̶̙͕̔̊͌ ̴͎̊é̴̳̹̐̓͝n̶̖̯̖̖͌̈̃̀t̷̗͘ȅ̷̖̭̊͂̃r̶̢̋̊̋̕t̷̙̩͊a̸̛̩͆̒ĩ̵̞͈͉̤͐̑́ņ̸̛͙̺̖̎i̴̢̤̬͆́́n̶̲̣̒g̸̥͈̙͇͐̋ to watch you trying to claw your way back to power l̸̡̥̠͆́͋̃i̴̙̭̭͚̅͒̎̂v̸̳̞̬͖̾̔̀͝ệ̵̡͓̞͐̎.
*his head twitches and his voice gets lower and serious as he hears the name*
DONT. FUCKING. CALL. ME. THAT.
For your information I did not miss you, quite the opposite actually, in fact id like to tell you, I hope this is the last time I ever speak to you. I despise you. After this "friendly" conversation I plan to keep your name out of my tongue, you out of my eyes and mind, you are dead to me after this.
Grin wide and ever present, Alastor stayed quiet.
Only the faint crackle of an empty broadcast, proving he was present but not responding. Giving Vincent precisely what he purported to want:
S̷̼̅ ̵̡̛̼̮͙̳͎̱̂͗̎ỉ̸̧̡̨̮̝͖̜͗͛ ̶̮̭̮̰̹̔̓̽͗̇̚ľ̸͍̀̕ ̶̛̰̝̳̬̪̘͉̓͊é̶̘̥̝̬̖͈̯̦̆̅̋́͜ ̸̹̗̟̹̒̇ṅ̶̛͔͚ ̸̧̨̩͍̩͒̏͑͗̈́c̷̫͇̱̠̲̋̈̔̓̌̎ ̵̧̳̠͉͉͗͛̎̇ẹ̸̳̬͎̗̍͜.̴̨͖̼̗̰̣̼̞̏͐ ̵̙̄
I think someone needs some more time shut away in the desk drawer again.
I think someone needs more chair-timeout-time.
Miss me already, V̷̦̾̒i̴͍͐̔n̸̟̄ĉ̴͎́ȇ̴̻̙n̸̥̋ṱ̸̨̿̕?
Alastor's sharp grin widened, dark showing between pointed teeth.
It would be s̷̡̧̧͉̊ò̶̙͕̔̊͌ ̴͎̊é̴̳̹̐̓͝n̶̖̯̖̖͌̈̃̀t̷̗͘ȅ̷̖̭̊͂̃r̶̢̋̊̋̕t̷̙̩͊a̸̛̩͆̒ĩ̵̞͈͉̤͐̑́ņ̸̛͙̺̖̎i̴̢̤̬͆́́n̶̲̣̒g̸̥͈̙͇͐̋ to watch you trying to claw your way back to power l̸̡̥̠͆́͋̃i̴̙̭̭͚̅͒̎̂v̸̳̞̬͖̾̔̀͝ệ̵̡͓̞͐̎.
“The most powerful Sinner in Hell”
Excluding Hellborn and… Lucifer
But if the next most was a weakling, that was no true claim to fame. It was why Alastor did not start his own fights. Did not get involved in the turf wars or petty squabbles between Overlords.
Nor was it much in his interest to stop said fights for dominance. He had no qualms with crushing a middling demon whose ego dwarfed its own power. Barely remembered the names of the rabble until they became a real threat. But he did not interfere.
Unless… commanded. And that rankled like coarse hemp around his neck and wrists and ankles.
Rosie.
And then there was Vincent. Oh hadn’t he had potential worthy of a true opponent. But he was weak. Needy. He had no true power of his own.
And the lesson Alastor had tried to teach him had still not sunk in. A power shared was a power divided. These ‘Vees’ might be the kingpins in Pentagon City — but their power was broken into thirds and weaker for it.
But but
Their downfall would leave a power vacuum. And nature abhorred a vacuum.
But he could use it. Use it to break the chains that kept him enslaved to the southern canibelle.
And if he hastened Vincent’s inevitable downfall along using the pitiful obsession that kept his claws deep in the television demon… well. That was simply more entertainment while he waited for Her.
There are no friends in hell
Alastor had once respected Vox/Vincent. He knew how to entertain, he had charisma and star presence. Television may not have replaced radio, but it was a niche with potential. Vox was a demon with potential.
He considered them, once, as close to equals as there could be.
But there cannot be equals. Not in life and not in Hell. One stag has bigger antlers. He was more powerful than Vox — because of the deal with Rosie. Strength did not mean freedom did not mean power.
Quid quo pro: something for something. But there was no such thing as equivalent exchange. A deal with a demon was never fair.
Vincent had proposed a partnership. ‘Working together’. What Vincent wanted was to use Alastor’s power for his own purposes.
He already had Rosie’s shackle. Never again.
A collar he fastened around his own neck: Noli Me Tángere. Words said to Magdalene, touch me not.
And graven with diamonds in letters plain
There is written, her fair neck round about:
Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.
- ‘Whoso List to Hunt, I Know where is an Hind’, Sir Thomas Wyatt

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Alert » Electrical Levels Depleted in FATHER
Alert » Depressed Circuit Function Detected in FATHER
Alert » Father Sleep Status Not Logged (24cycl)
» The error of his dad's distress was a plucked string in the symphony of the signal. A sharp atonal in the sea-static that Shok.Wav swam through. It twinged, tasted wrong, smarted in his ampulae panels, and agitated the shark from antennae to tip of tail.
He threshed in the tank water. Jaws grinding slowly against themselves.
Father was awake. Father was depleted. Father was... somewhere.
Shok.Wav's world was a small, precious one, and within it, he was largely satisfied: he received his dindins regularly, his tank water was kept a cool heat sink to his servos, his father scratched away itches and worries and loneliness with clever claws. Shok.Wav was satisfaction, in sharp, smiling simplicity.
But Father's Bowl was Bigger. He swam in concerns that dwarfed Shok.Wav's intellect. Compressed his limited capacity for understanding into a fretful, feverish loyalty. Wanting to nose and press at his papa, not comprehending, but offering comfort- support- protection- until all was well in his Father's complicated, curious World.
But this was a puzzle. What persisted in his Papa's problems was something that seemed to- not have an external source to bYTE, or hunt, or push away. It seemed to be something invisible to Shok.Wav, invisible as electricity was for others...
The radio wave washed through Shok.Wav again.
He may not have understood what troubled his Father, but Shok.Wav understood that he was- well, he was not truly allowed in Father's bed. There was a strange anomaly where Shok.Wav (despite being a small lapshark) was far too big for Father's door (very strange), and as such, he was soundly banned from that part of the tower.
But still. With each tide of static, Shok.Wav could feel his dad's disquiet. Awake and lingering in the dark of their electrical existence, their ocean.
Restless. Restless. Shok.Wav slipped his tank, and decided to test if the door really was too small for his small size. Surely it had been an error before, which would now be fixed and- aha yes! A tight squeeze, and Shok.Wav had to crumple some of the wall in, but he did indeed fit!
Pleased with himself, forgetting the rule, Shok.Wav hunted through the room for his Father, eye constricting as he turned this way and that. He may not compute what troubled Father, but Shok.Wav could curl up by his side, and bite whatever the problem was, if only it would show itself outside Father's head. «
Alastor twisted his head around to look as the large beastie made its way into the room, causing a delightful amount of senseless damage as it did.
He sat in the roller chair, bound by cables and cords. The copper wiring wrapped in synthetic material, humming with transmission in an ungrounded loop. His posture quite relaxed for the restriction of his deal.
The wide grin sharpened. Otherwise seemingly unphased by the sudden arrival.
“̷̗͙͇̔̍͛ H̶͙͔̿̒ę̷̖͖̊̎l̶͈̞̍ḽ̴̨̜͛͌o̵͚̊̇ ̸̘̰͆̀t̶͙̍h̵̠͈̆͐͝e̴̱̪̊͗͛r̵͇̃̂̅ĕ̵̞! If you’re looking for V̷̢̪̱̪̮̽̐̉̽̽̋͊̋̀̕ͅį̵̨̼̯̝͙̦̈́͋̈́̂͝ṅ̸̡̮̱̰͒̈́̅͆̋̕͠c̶̪̫̭̝͊̽͒̄̽̉̒̈́͆̚e̴̱̹̍n̸̗̘̗̗̭̦͇̈́̒̈̿̽̑̈́͜͠͝ͅt̷̞͕̦͓̩̪̟̖̾̃̀̎̃, you just missed him. Some trouble with his master plan. ”̸̡̛̺̄̀
Alert » al.deer identified
Append » HaHaHahAHAHA_geT_fuckED_alastor_mybitch.exe
» Shok.Wav tilted his head, a gesture that required the full length of his body twist and turn in a half-loop. The aperture narrowed, red light shining across al.deer's sharp-strain grin. «
Log » 𓆩⪩. ᵥ_ᵥ .⪨𓆪 nice_smile
» Drifting closer, Shok.Wav reached out to brush against an ear with the tip of his snout. A steady, whirring growl of machinery rumbled from deep within Shok.Wav's body - gears and servos sneering loudly. »
Query » locate Daddy plz
Alastor’s smile parted, showing the sharp tips of too many teeth.
“̴͕͛ ̶̻̈́ I’m afraid I can’t h̵̯̩̏͝͝e̵͎̓̄̇l̸͈̆p̴̰͔̟̬̑̈́ you right now, I’m a little t̸̞́i̶̖̊e̴͙͝d̴͉̊ ̷̰̃ǘ̷̠p̷͙̽ at the moment.̵͚͛”̸̗̎
He leaned forward, horns growing like branches.
“̴͕͛ ̶̻̈́ How about a d̸̢̲͇͗͒͆̉͠ͅȩ̵͖̤͓̳̈́̒͆̀͊̎̏̏̊͝ą̷̻̖̰͗̏̉͐̓͌̏͑̑͘͜l̷̡̛̬̖̗̜̝̪͙̣͗́̍̊͗̕ͅ? You get me out of a bind, and I track down your Daddy ̵͚͛”̸̗̎
» Shok.Wav's body gave a long, sinuous swish, the growl ratcheting a little higher, jaws opening slow and steady. This was Daddy's toy, of course, but perhaps Shok.Wav could nibble it just a little.
The shark gave no indication of a lick of comprehension, or at least interest in Al's words, but the change in appearance captivated his eye. Flicking to follow the branch-like division of the rack. «
ALERT » SENSORY_OVERLOAD » silliez.exe activated
» Shok.Wav lunged forward, latching his teeth onto the nearest antler with playful, predatory instincts in full swing. «
LOG » Mouth Analysis Initiated . . .
Alastor had to make a decision. He had been playing prey, struck by the bright glare of Vox's digital luminance. Spending days muted until the opportunity to needle Vincent to his inevitable downfall. Indulging the gloating exhibitionism even through grotesque displays with Valentino. Even now, despite airing the news he could still get out, he remained bound to the chair in the corner of the bedroom. But would be allow this exposure to humiliation? Let the mechanical shark mouth at him?
And how best to dissuade it from biting? Emit his dark power to crunch the beastie in his grip, destroy Vincent's little pet for daring to touch him? No, not yet.
The impressive rack shrunk back to the spring nubs, and he barked out a sharp command. Throbbing with radio-waves, intending to stun and disrupt the broadcast of the shark's senses.
"̶͇̎̓Ń̵̟̗̥̭̪̠́ơ̷̻̍.̸͇̯̭̦͈̤͑̿̑͑̏̚͠͝"
And added for good measure:"B̶͈̖̖̍̈́́̀a̵͖͈͖̼̻̐͐d̴̹͓͈͗ͅBoy..̸͇̚"̵̜̽
» As the rack began to retract from between Shok.Wav's teeth, he tightened his grip, nosing and knocking Al.deer's rolling chair back and forth across the polished floor, wheels clacking. «
Log » al.deer.frag where?????
» The deer in the bright was a beautiful thing; its eyes a glossy-black, tharn-struck and the signal song; the broken wing does not carry, the snared foot does not run, the captured antler does not escape, the sickened beast does not flee. Wasting disease plucking through the hart's brain, poisoning it into judder-shocks, electric seizures, willing to beat its own brains free.
Roadkill like the husky final breaths. The slackening sides of the doe, stretch-sprawled across the asphalt. The sweet twitch of ear, and the pretty fetch of blood, prickling in soft, brown fur.
Prey.
So close, he could nearly taste it. Spilling in the water, like a broadcasting pool of blood drawing near.
What a sick, sick deer, stuck in Shock.Wav's teeth-
. . . signal interrupted . . .
ERROR » FRAG.helphelphelp_SYScrASCORRUPTED.dat SYS.err_crash . . .
sys.reboot . . . initiating
sys.reboot . . . failed
restarting SHOK.WAV in UNSAFE mode
err.log; a problem has been detected and SHOK.WAV has been shut down to prevent damage to your shark.
If this is the first you've seen this stop error.log, restart your shark. If this error appears again, follow these steps:
Disable or unisntall any al.DEER.CORRUPTED. Check your shark drive configuration and check for any FUCKFUCKFUCKNOT_A_DEER. Run VOX.TEK / shark to check for any shark drive corruption, and then restart your shark.
Technical information;
*** STOP: 01010011 01101000 01101111 01101011 00101110 01010111 01100001 01110110 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01110110 01100101 01110010 01111001 00100000 01110011 01100011 01100001 01110010 01100101 01100100 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 01011111 01100001 01011111 01100100 01100101 01100101 01110010 ***
Beginning traumadump of physical memory . . . completed.
Restarting your shark . . .
sys.reboot
» Frozen like a shark in the radio broadcast, Shok.Wav stopped. Obedient from shock, an electric feeling biting into his bluetooth. Too intimidated for anything as precise as fear, pliability, confusion, Shok.Wav stayed still, jaws clamping shut. «
ALERT » [ ' BAD BOY.fragCORRUPTED ---
» Shok.Wav dropped to the floor, signal whining like a kicked dog. «
Alastor's grin widened, teeth parting. So contrary to the prædal inflection of his usual airs. A tongue flicking out to lap the corner of his lips.
But as entertaining as it were to make an apex predator cower at his hooves, there was no benefit to continuing the show of power.
He terminated the transition of the interfering static.
"̴̘̜̽̅͒ ̴̬̒̍͝V̸̩̜͋͝ḯ̵̼͕̔n̴̲͋ć̵̰́e̸̟̓̃n̶̳͇̕͠ẗ̸̡̳̂ is downstairs. In his Monitoring Station.̴̪̭̘͓͠"̴̡̹̞̎̔
He rotated the chair slightly away. Turning his back to show how dismissal. Yet his disinterest was belied by an ear turning to keep focus, a dish antennae turning to focus in on the direction of the emission. Tuning in, just in case the shark-bot made a panicked attack.
» Shok.Wav would have to burn this into his memory, that this wasn't a deer. Daddy's new plaything was like barbed wire in the signal- and he had definitely tasted the waves in the antlers, felt it buzz through his mainframe before the screeching, horror of corruption. «
Update » sick sick sick not_a_deer
» Shivering against the floor, Shok.Wav internal mechanics ground in a loud warning growl. Snapping his teeth, like a warning beacon, red eye lit wide like a light house.
Whipping around, Shok.Wav shot away towards the obsv.loc where Daddy would be a soothing, bright shine in the signal sea. «
Alert » Electrical Levels Depleted in FATHER
Alert » Depressed Circuit Function Detected in FATHER
Alert » Father Sleep Status Not Logged (24cycl)
» The error of his dad's distress was a plucked string in the symphony of the signal. A sharp atonal in the sea-static that Shok.Wav swam through. It twinged, tasted wrong, smarted in his ampulae panels, and agitated the shark from antennae to tip of tail.
He threshed in the tank water. Jaws grinding slowly against themselves.
Father was awake. Father was depleted. Father was... somewhere.
Shok.Wav's world was a small, precious one, and within it, he was largely satisfied: he received his dindins regularly, his tank water was kept a cool heat sink to his servos, his father scratched away itches and worries and loneliness with clever claws. Shok.Wav was satisfaction, in sharp, smiling simplicity.
But Father's Bowl was Bigger. He swam in concerns that dwarfed Shok.Wav's intellect. Compressed his limited capacity for understanding into a fretful, feverish loyalty. Wanting to nose and press at his papa, not comprehending, but offering comfort- support- protection- until all was well in his Father's complicated, curious World.
But this was a puzzle. What persisted in his Papa's problems was something that seemed to- not have an external source to bYTE, or hunt, or push away. It seemed to be something invisible to Shok.Wav, invisible as electricity was for others...
The radio wave washed through Shok.Wav again.
He may not have understood what troubled his Father, but Shok.Wav understood that he was- well, he was not truly allowed in Father's bed. There was a strange anomaly where Shok.Wav (despite being a small lapshark) was far too big for Father's door (very strange), and as such, he was soundly banned from that part of the tower.
But still. With each tide of static, Shok.Wav could feel his dad's disquiet. Awake and lingering in the dark of their electrical existence, their ocean.
Restless. Restless. Shok.Wav slipped his tank, and decided to test if the door really was too small for his small size. Surely it had been an error before, which would now be fixed and- aha yes! A tight squeeze, and Shok.Wav had to crumple some of the wall in, but he did indeed fit!
Pleased with himself, forgetting the rule, Shok.Wav hunted through the room for his Father, eye constricting as he turned this way and that. He may not compute what troubled Father, but Shok.Wav could curl up by his side, and bite whatever the problem was, if only it would show itself outside Father's head. «
Alastor twisted his head around to look as the large beastie made its way into the room, causing a delightful amount of senseless damage as it did.
He sat in the roller chair, bound by cables and cords. The copper wiring wrapped in synthetic material, humming with transmission in an ungrounded loop. His posture quite relaxed for the restriction of his deal.
The wide grin sharpened. Otherwise seemingly unphased by the sudden arrival.
“̷̗͙͇̔̍͛ H̶͙͔̿̒ę̷̖͖̊̎l̶͈̞̍ḽ̴̨̜͛͌o̵͚̊̇ ̸̘̰͆̀t̶͙̍h̵̠͈̆͐͝e̴̱̪̊͗͛r̵͇̃̂̅ĕ̵̞! If you’re looking for V̷̢̪̱̪̮̽̐̉̽̽̋͊̋̀̕ͅį̵̨̼̯̝͙̦̈́͋̈́̂͝ṅ̸̡̮̱̰͒̈́̅͆̋̕͠c̶̪̫̭̝͊̽͒̄̽̉̒̈́͆̚e̴̱̹̍n̸̗̘̗̗̭̦͇̈́̒̈̿̽̑̈́͜͠͝ͅt̷̞͕̦͓̩̪̟̖̾̃̀̎̃, you just missed him. Some trouble with his master plan. ”̸̡̛̺̄̀
Alert » al.deer identified
Append » HaHaHahAHAHA_geT_fuckED_alastor_mybitch.exe
» Shok.Wav tilted his head, a gesture that required the full length of his body twist and turn in a half-loop. The aperture narrowed, red light shining across al.deer's sharp-strain grin. «
Log » 𓆩⪩. ᵥ_ᵥ .⪨𓆪 nice_smile
» Drifting closer, Shok.Wav reached out to brush against an ear with the tip of his snout. A steady, whirring growl of machinery rumbled from deep within Shok.Wav's body - gears and servos sneering loudly. »
Query » locate Daddy plz
Alastor’s smile parted, showing the sharp tips of too many teeth.
“̴͕͛ ̶̻̈́ I’m afraid I can’t h̵̯̩̏͝͝e̵͎̓̄̇l̸͈̆p̴̰͔̟̬̑̈́ you right now, I’m a little t̸̞́i̶̖̊e̴͙͝d̴͉̊ ̷̰̃ǘ̷̠p̷͙̽ at the moment.̵͚͛”̸̗̎
He leaned forward, horns growing like branches.
“̴͕͛ ̶̻̈́ How about a d̸̢̲͇͗͒͆̉͠ͅȩ̵͖̤͓̳̈́̒͆̀͊̎̏̏̊͝ą̷̻̖̰͗̏̉͐̓͌̏͑̑͘͜l̷̡̛̬̖̗̜̝̪͙̣͗́̍̊͗̕ͅ? You get me out of a bind, and I track down your Daddy ̵͚͛”̸̗̎
» Shok.Wav's body gave a long, sinuous swish, the growl ratcheting a little higher, jaws opening slow and steady. This was Daddy's toy, of course, but perhaps Shok.Wav could nibble it just a little.
The shark gave no indication of a lick of comprehension, or at least interest in Al's words, but the change in appearance captivated his eye. Flicking to follow the branch-like division of the rack. «
ALERT » SENSORY_OVERLOAD » silliez.exe activated
» Shok.Wav lunged forward, latching his teeth onto the nearest antler with playful, predatory instincts in full swing. «
LOG » Mouth Analysis Initiated . . .
Alastor had to make a decision. He had been playing prey, struck by the bright glare of Vox's digital luminance. Spending days muted until the opportunity to needle Vincent to his inevitable downfall. Indulging the gloating exhibitionism even through grotesque displays with Valentino. Even now, despite airing the news he could still get out, he remained bound to the chair in the corner of the bedroom. But would be allow this exposure to humiliation? Let the mechanical shark mouth at him?
And how best to dissuade it from biting? Emit his dark power to crunch the beastie in his grip, destroy Vincent's little pet for daring to touch him? No, not yet.
The impressive rack shrunk back to the spring nubs, and he barked out a sharp command. Throbbing with radio-waves, intending to stun and disrupt the broadcast of the shark's senses.
"̶͇̎̓Ń̵̟̗̥̭̪̠́ơ̷̻̍.̸͇̯̭̦͈̤͑̿̑͑̏̚͠͝"
And added for good measure:"B̶͈̖̖̍̈́́̀a̵͖͈͖̼̻̐͐d̴̹͓͈͗ͅBoy..̸͇̚"̵̜̽
» As the rack began to retract from between Shok.Wav's teeth, he tightened his grip, nosing and knocking Al.deer's rolling chair back and forth across the polished floor, wheels clacking. «
Log » al.deer.frag where?????
» The deer in the bright was a beautiful thing; its eyes a glossy-black, tharn-struck and the signal song; the broken wing does not carry, the snared foot does not run, the captured antler does not escape, the sickened beast does not flee. Wasting disease plucking through the hart's brain, poisoning it into judder-shocks, electric seizures, willing to beat its own brains free.
Roadkill like the husky final breaths. The slackening sides of the doe, stretch-sprawled across the asphalt. The sweet twitch of ear, and the pretty fetch of blood, prickling in soft, brown fur.
Prey.
So close, he could nearly taste it. Spilling in the water, like a broadcasting pool of blood drawing near.
What a sick, sick deer, stuck in Shock.Wav's teeth-
. . . signal interrupted . . .
ERROR » FRAG.helphelphelp_SYScrASCORRUPTED.dat SYS.err_crash . . .
sys.reboot . . . initiating
sys.reboot . . . failed
restarting SHOK.WAV in UNSAFE mode
err.log; a problem has been detected and SHOK.WAV has been shut down to prevent damage to your shark.
If this is the first you've seen this stop error.log, restart your shark. If this error appears again, follow these steps:
Disable or unisntall any al.DEER.CORRUPTED. Check your shark drive configuration and check for any FUCKFUCKFUCKNOT_A_DEER. Run VOX.TEK / shark to check for any shark drive corruption, and then restart your shark.
Technical information;
*** STOP: 01010011 01101000 01101111 01101011 00101110 01010111 01100001 01110110 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01110110 01100101 01110010 01111001 00100000 01110011 01100011 01100001 01110010 01100101 01100100 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 01011111 01100001 01011111 01100100 01100101 01100101 01110010 ***
Beginning traumadump of physical memory . . . completed.
Restarting your shark . . .
sys.reboot
» Frozen like a shark in the radio broadcast, Shok.Wav stopped. Obedient from shock, an electric feeling biting into his bluetooth. Too intimidated for anything as precise as fear, pliability, confusion, Shok.Wav stayed still, jaws clamping shut. «
ALERT » [ ' BAD BOY.fragCORRUPTED ---
» Shok.Wav dropped to the floor, signal whining like a kicked dog. «
Alastor's grin widened, teeth parting. So contrary to the prædal inflection of his usual airs. A tongue flicking out to lap the corner of his lips.
But as entertaining as it were to make an apex predator cower at his hooves, there was no benefit to continuing the show of power.
He terminated the transition of the interfering static.
"̴̘̜̽̅͒ ̴̬̒̍͝V̸̩̜͋͝ḯ̵̼͕̔n̴̲͋ć̵̰́e̸̟̓̃n̶̳͇̕͠ẗ̸̡̳̂ is downstairs. In his Monitoring Station.̴̪̭̘͓͠"̴̡̹̞̎̔
He rotated the chair slightly away. Turning his back to show how dismissal. Yet his disinterest was belied by an ear turning to keep focus, a dish antennae turning to focus in on the direction of the emission. Tuning in, just in case the shark-bot made a panicked attack.
Sleeping soundly~✨
Alert » Electrical Levels Depleted in FATHER
Alert » Depressed Circuit Function Detected in FATHER
Alert » Father Sleep Status Not Logged (24cycl)
» The error of his dad's distress was a plucked string in the symphony of the signal. A sharp atonal in the sea-static that Shok.Wav swam through. It twinged, tasted wrong, smarted in his ampulae panels, and agitated the shark from antennae to tip of tail.
He threshed in the tank water. Jaws grinding slowly against themselves.
Father was awake. Father was depleted. Father was... somewhere.
Shok.Wav's world was a small, precious one, and within it, he was largely satisfied: he received his dindins regularly, his tank water was kept a cool heat sink to his servos, his father scratched away itches and worries and loneliness with clever claws. Shok.Wav was satisfaction, in sharp, smiling simplicity.
But Father's Bowl was Bigger. He swam in concerns that dwarfed Shok.Wav's intellect. Compressed his limited capacity for understanding into a fretful, feverish loyalty. Wanting to nose and press at his papa, not comprehending, but offering comfort- support- protection- until all was well in his Father's complicated, curious World.
But this was a puzzle. What persisted in his Papa's problems was something that seemed to- not have an external source to bYTE, or hunt, or push away. It seemed to be something invisible to Shok.Wav, invisible as electricity was for others...
The radio wave washed through Shok.Wav again.
He may not have understood what troubled his Father, but Shok.Wav understood that he was- well, he was not truly allowed in Father's bed. There was a strange anomaly where Shok.Wav (despite being a small lapshark) was far too big for Father's door (very strange), and as such, he was soundly banned from that part of the tower.
But still. With each tide of static, Shok.Wav could feel his dad's disquiet. Awake and lingering in the dark of their electrical existence, their ocean.
Restless. Restless. Shok.Wav slipped his tank, and decided to test if the door really was too small for his small size. Surely it had been an error before, which would now be fixed and- aha yes! A tight squeeze, and Shok.Wav had to crumple some of the wall in, but he did indeed fit!
Pleased with himself, forgetting the rule, Shok.Wav hunted through the room for his Father, eye constricting as he turned this way and that. He may not compute what troubled Father, but Shok.Wav could curl up by his side, and bite whatever the problem was, if only it would show itself outside Father's head. «
Alastor twisted his head around to look as the large beastie made its way into the room, causing a delightful amount of senseless damage as it did.
He sat in the roller chair, bound by cables and cords. The copper wiring wrapped in synthetic material, humming with transmission in an ungrounded loop. His posture quite relaxed for the restriction of his deal.
The wide grin sharpened. Otherwise seemingly unphased by the sudden arrival.
“̷̗͙͇̔̍͛ H̶͙͔̿̒ę̷̖͖̊̎l̶͈̞̍ḽ̴̨̜͛͌o̵͚̊̇ ̸̘̰͆̀t̶͙̍h̵̠͈̆͐͝e̴̱̪̊͗͛r̵͇̃̂̅ĕ̵̞! If you’re looking for V̷̢̪̱̪̮̽̐̉̽̽̋͊̋̀̕ͅį̵̨̼̯̝͙̦̈́͋̈́̂͝ṅ̸̡̮̱̰͒̈́̅͆̋̕͠c̶̪̫̭̝͊̽͒̄̽̉̒̈́͆̚e̴̱̹̍n̸̗̘̗̗̭̦͇̈́̒̈̿̽̑̈́͜͠͝ͅt̷̞͕̦͓̩̪̟̖̾̃̀̎̃, you just missed him. Some trouble with his master plan. ”̸̡̛̺̄̀
Alert » al.deer identified
Append » HaHaHahAHAHA_geT_fuckED_alastor_mybitch.exe
» Shok.Wav tilted his head, a gesture that required the full length of his body twist and turn in a half-loop. The aperture narrowed, red light shining across al.deer's sharp-strain grin. «
Log » 𓆩⪩. ᵥ_ᵥ .⪨𓆪 nice_smile
» Drifting closer, Shok.Wav reached out to brush against an ear with the tip of his snout. A steady, whirring growl of machinery rumbled from deep within Shok.Wav's body - gears and servos sneering loudly. »
Query » locate Daddy plz
Alastor’s smile parted, showing the sharp tips of too many teeth.
“̴͕͛ ̶̻̈́ I’m afraid I can’t h̵̯̩̏͝͝e̵͎̓̄̇l̸͈̆p̴̰͔̟̬̑̈́ you right now, I’m a little t̸̞́i̶̖̊e̴͙͝d̴͉̊ ̷̰̃ǘ̷̠p̷͙̽ at the moment.̵͚͛”̸̗̎
He leaned forward, horns growing like branches.
“̴͕͛ ̶̻̈́ How about a d̸̢̲͇͗͒͆̉͠ͅȩ̵͖̤͓̳̈́̒͆̀͊̎̏̏̊͝ą̷̻̖̰͗̏̉͐̓͌̏͑̑͘͜l̷̡̛̬̖̗̜̝̪͙̣͗́̍̊͗̕ͅ? You get me out of a bind, and I track down your Daddy ̵͚͛”̸̗̎
» Shok.Wav's body gave a long, sinuous swish, the growl ratcheting a little higher, jaws opening slow and steady. This was Daddy's toy, of course, but perhaps Shok.Wav could nibble it just a little.
The shark gave no indication of a lick of comprehension, or at least interest in Al's words, but the change in appearance captivated his eye. Flicking to follow the branch-like division of the rack. «
ALERT » SENSORY_OVERLOAD » silliez.exe activated
» Shok.Wav lunged forward, latching his teeth onto the nearest antler with playful, predatory instincts in full swing. «
LOG » Mouth Analysis Initiated . . .
Alastor had to make a decision. He had been playing prey, struck by the bright glare of Vox's digital luminance. Spending days muted until the opportunity to needle Vincent to his inevitable downfall. Indulging the gloating exhibitionism even through grotesque displays with Valentino. Even now, despite airing the news he could still get out, he remained bound to the chair in the corner of the bedroom. But would be allow this exposure to humiliation? Let the mechanical shark mouth at him?
And how best to dissuade it from biting? Emit his dark power to crunch the beastie in his grip, destroy Vincent's little pet for daring to touch him? No, not yet.
The impressive rack shrunk back to the spring nubs, and he barked out a sharp command. Throbbing with radio-waves, intending to stun and disrupt the broadcast of the shark's senses.
"̶͇̎̓Ń̵̟̗̥̭̪̠́ơ̷̻̍.̸͇̯̭̦͈̤͑̿̑͑̏̚͠͝"
And added for good measure:"B̶͈̖̖̍̈́́̀a̵͖͈͖̼̻̐͐d̴̹͓͈͗ͅBoy..̸͇̚"̵̜̽
Alert » Electrical Levels Depleted in FATHER
Alert » Depressed Circuit Function Detected in FATHER
Alert » Father Sleep Status Not Logged (24cycl)
» The error of his dad's distress was a plucked string in the symphony of the signal. A sharp atonal in the sea-static that Shok.Wav swam through. It twinged, tasted wrong, smarted in his ampulae panels, and agitated the shark from antennae to tip of tail.
He threshed in the tank water. Jaws grinding slowly against themselves.
Father was awake. Father was depleted. Father was... somewhere.
Shok.Wav's world was a small, precious one, and within it, he was largely satisfied: he received his dindins regularly, his tank water was kept a cool heat sink to his servos, his father scratched away itches and worries and loneliness with clever claws. Shok.Wav was satisfaction, in sharp, smiling simplicity.
But Father's Bowl was Bigger. He swam in concerns that dwarfed Shok.Wav's intellect. Compressed his limited capacity for understanding into a fretful, feverish loyalty. Wanting to nose and press at his papa, not comprehending, but offering comfort- support- protection- until all was well in his Father's complicated, curious World.
But this was a puzzle. What persisted in his Papa's problems was something that seemed to- not have an external source to bYTE, or hunt, or push away. It seemed to be something invisible to Shok.Wav, invisible as electricity was for others...
The radio wave washed through Shok.Wav again.
He may not have understood what troubled his Father, but Shok.Wav understood that he was- well, he was not truly allowed in Father's bed. There was a strange anomaly where Shok.Wav (despite being a small lapshark) was far too big for Father's door (very strange), and as such, he was soundly banned from that part of the tower.
But still. With each tide of static, Shok.Wav could feel his dad's disquiet. Awake and lingering in the dark of their electrical existence, their ocean.
Restless. Restless. Shok.Wav slipped his tank, and decided to test if the door really was too small for his small size. Surely it had been an error before, which would now be fixed and- aha yes! A tight squeeze, and Shok.Wav had to crumple some of the wall in, but he did indeed fit!
Pleased with himself, forgetting the rule, Shok.Wav hunted through the room for his Father, eye constricting as he turned this way and that. He may not compute what troubled Father, but Shok.Wav could curl up by his side, and bite whatever the problem was, if only it would show itself outside Father's head. «
Alastor twisted his head around to look as the large beastie made its way into the room, causing a delightful amount of senseless damage as it did.
He sat in the roller chair, bound by cables and cords. The copper wiring wrapped in synthetic material, humming with transmission in an ungrounded loop. His posture quite relaxed for the restriction of his deal.
The wide grin sharpened. Otherwise seemingly unphased by the sudden arrival.
“̷̗͙͇̔̍͛ H̶͙͔̿̒ę̷̖͖̊̎l̶͈̞̍ḽ̴̨̜͛͌o̵͚̊̇ ̸̘̰͆̀t̶͙̍h̵̠͈̆͐͝e̴̱̪̊͗͛r̵͇̃̂̅ĕ̵̞! If you’re looking for V̷̢̪̱̪̮̽̐̉̽̽̋͊̋̀̕ͅį̵̨̼̯̝͙̦̈́͋̈́̂͝ṅ̸̡̮̱̰͒̈́̅͆̋̕͠c̶̪̫̭̝͊̽͒̄̽̉̒̈́͆̚e̴̱̹̍n̸̗̘̗̗̭̦͇̈́̒̈̿̽̑̈́͜͠͝ͅt̷̞͕̦͓̩̪̟̖̾̃̀̎̃, you just missed him. Some trouble with his master plan. ”̸̡̛̺̄̀
Alert » al.deer identified
Append » HaHaHahAHAHA_geT_fuckED_alastor_mybitch.exe
» Shok.Wav tilted his head, a gesture that required the full length of his body twist and turn in a half-loop. The aperture narrowed, red light shining across al.deer's sharp-strain grin. «
Log » 𓆩⪩. ᵥ_ᵥ .⪨𓆪 nice_smile
» Drifting closer, Shok.Wav reached out to brush against an ear with the tip of his snout. A steady, whirring growl of machinery rumbled from deep within Shok.Wav's body - gears and servos sneering loudly. »
Query » locate Daddy plz
Alastor’s smile parted, showing the sharp tips of too many teeth.
“̴͕͛ ̶̻̈́ I’m afraid I can’t h̵̯̩̏͝͝e̵͎̓̄̇l̸͈̆p̴̰͔̟̬̑̈́ you right now, I’m a little t̸̞́i̶̖̊e̴͙͝d̴͉̊ ̷̰̃ǘ̷̠p̷͙̽ at the moment.̵͚͛”̸̗̎
He leaned forward, horns growing like branches.
“̴͕͛ ̶̻̈́ How about a d̸̢̲͇͗͒͆̉͠ͅȩ̵͖̤͓̳̈́̒͆̀͊̎̏̏̊͝ą̷̻̖̰͗̏̉͐̓͌̏͑̑͘͜l̷̡̛̬̖̗̜̝̪͙̣͗́̍̊͗̕ͅ? You get me out of a bind, and I track down your Daddy ̵͚͛”̸̗̎

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Alert » Electrical Levels Depleted in FATHER
Alert » Depressed Circuit Function Detected in FATHER
Alert » Father Sleep Status Not Logged (24cycl)
» The error of his dad's distress was a plucked string in the symphony of the signal. A sharp atonal in the sea-static that Shok.Wav swam through. It twinged, tasted wrong, smarted in his ampulae panels, and agitated the shark from antennae to tip of tail.
He threshed in the tank water. Jaws grinding slowly against themselves.
Father was awake. Father was depleted. Father was... somewhere.
Shok.Wav's world was a small, precious one, and within it, he was largely satisfied: he received his dindins regularly, his tank water was kept a cool heat sink to his servos, his father scratched away itches and worries and loneliness with clever claws. Shok.Wav was satisfaction, in sharp, smiling simplicity.
But Father's Bowl was Bigger. He swam in concerns that dwarfed Shok.Wav's intellect. Compressed his limited capacity for understanding into a fretful, feverish loyalty. Wanting to nose and press at his papa, not comprehending, but offering comfort- support- protection- until all was well in his Father's complicated, curious World.
But this was a puzzle. What persisted in his Papa's problems was something that seemed to- not have an external source to bYTE, or hunt, or push away. It seemed to be something invisible to Shok.Wav, invisible as electricity was for others...
The radio wave washed through Shok.Wav again.
He may not have understood what troubled his Father, but Shok.Wav understood that he was- well, he was not truly allowed in Father's bed. There was a strange anomaly where Shok.Wav (despite being a small lapshark) was far too big for Father's door (very strange), and as such, he was soundly banned from that part of the tower.
But still. With each tide of static, Shok.Wav could feel his dad's disquiet. Awake and lingering in the dark of their electrical existence, their ocean.
Restless. Restless. Shok.Wav slipped his tank, and decided to test if the door really was too small for his small size. Surely it had been an error before, which would now be fixed and- aha yes! A tight squeeze, and Shok.Wav had to crumple some of the wall in, but he did indeed fit!
Pleased with himself, forgetting the rule, Shok.Wav hunted through the room for his Father, eye constricting as he turned this way and that. He may not compute what troubled Father, but Shok.Wav could curl up by his side, and bite whatever the problem was, if only it would show itself outside Father's head. «
Alastor twisted his head around to look as the large beastie made its way into the room, causing a delightful amount of senseless damage as it did.
He sat in the roller chair, bound by cables and cords. The copper wiring wrapped in synthetic material, humming with transmission in an ungrounded loop. His posture quite relaxed for the restriction of his deal.
The wide grin sharpened. Otherwise seemingly unphased by the sudden arrival.
“̷̗͙͇̔̍͛ H̶͙͔̿̒ę̷̖͖̊̎l̶͈̞̍ḽ̴̨̜͛͌o̵͚̊̇ ̸̘̰͆̀t̶͙̍h̵̠͈̆͐͝e̴̱̪̊͗͛r̵͇̃̂̅ĕ̵̞! If you’re looking for V̷̢̪̱̪̮̽̐̉̽̽̋͊̋̀̕ͅį̵̨̼̯̝͙̦̈́͋̈́̂͝ṅ̸̡̮̱̰͒̈́̅͆̋̕͠c̶̪̫̭̝͊̽͒̄̽̉̒̈́͆̚e̴̱̹̍n̸̗̘̗̗̭̦͇̈́̒̈̿̽̑̈́͜͠͝ͅt̷̞͕̦͓̩̪̟̖̾̃̀̎̃, you just missed him. Some trouble with his master plan. ”̸̡̛̺̄̀