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Voxes screen displayed his logo jumping from the wall to wall as he rested. He slept on his back, finally comfortable with his TV size, being able to rest without his neck screaming for mercy.
A static hum started to play around the house. Eerie moving closer and closer to the sleeping man. Voxes screen flickered before exposing his face, he still tried to sleep, keeping his eyes closed
"-.. .- -.. -.. -. --" Vox could hear something, weird synthetic mash-up of static noises. He reluctantly opened his eye to spot a gloomy figure leaving over him.
"d-.. a.- d-.. d-.. y-.--"
Vox heard the creature speak, voice heavy, creepy like an old speaker. Two sharp V shapes glowing and a small bug face ready to give a heart attack.
Vox groaned, reaching up, placing his heavy hand on the creature, making it lay down. "Junior... What are you doing at this hour?"
"-... .-. . .- -.- ..-. .- ... - / ..-. --- .-. / -- .- -- .- ..--.." the little bug spoke up and raised his head, waving his legs in the air way too energetic for the time of day
"Breakfast for Val? Pal, Valentino won't be hungry at four at the morning"
Vincent buzzed upset and kept his eyes on Vox. As the TV screen turned back to the sleep mode he slapped his small hand on the TV, making Vox jump and blink
"wh-"
"h.... u..- n-. g--. r.-. y-.--" moth boy insisted, Voxes antennas flickered with annoyed static as he unplugged his charging and sat up displeased
"you're hungry? Fine fine..."
Took a minute to get up, putting on a robe while Vincent smiled and tried climbing up to his TV head. Vox pulled him away and placed under his arm pit as they walked to the kitchen
"Okay so we're making food for you and Then bac-"
"-- .- -- .- / - --- --- " Vincent interrupted with a louder stubborn screech
Vox rolled his eyes and placed the moth on the counter "Fine. Let's make Val something small too."
Vincent smiled pleased and tried helping eagerly.
Valentino came back home at 4 am, checking some scripts with a flashlight since he expected the rest of the apartment to be still asleep.
He stoped mid step as he blinked, adjusting to more light in the hall when he walked in "what the-"
Val closed the door behind him and walked to check what was going on in the kitchen just to find... A mess.
Vincent was munching cerial and perked up once he saw his other parent and Vox leaning on the counder half awake
Val looked at the glass on the counter with a pink heart toothpick. He reluctantly glanced between everyone and took the drink, but he decided not to drink it after feeling it's smell "what the hell is this?"
"....h ---o .-.r -.-.c ....h .-a -t .-a" Vincent exclaimed with exitment.
"mhm... How did you make it?" Valentino clicked his tounge and looked at Vox, the man shrugging and continued reading a news paper.
"rice, cynamon... All that stuff you like in milk"
Valentino took a deep breath and looked back at the cup. The milk was warm, rice uncooked and cynamon powder floated on the surface.
"yeah... I'm not thirsty right now" Valentino stated and went to wash up, dismissing Vincent's try to be useful.
As Valentino locked the door behind himself Vincent turned around, seeing Vox throw away the drink, mumbling something about Val being ungrateful ass.
At the morning Vincent slept in. He draped his wings on his shoulders and went to look around the house, hoping to see Vox to no avail. He checked the bedroom, seeing Valentino sleep and decided to move further to Voxes home office. He snooped under the desk and found the case of Voxes old TV head. It was empty, with a broken screen after the terytory wars.
He quietly climed inside, still thinking over the early morning, finding comfort in the closed off space.
Few hours later left alone when his parents went to work.
Little moth got himself dressed, packed his things charger and some snacks before searching for a house key.
[pentagram city 2007]
Vincent paced the streets with his backpack, looking at various advertisements and colorful elements. The streets were quiet right now, a lot of sinners locked at work.
He passed the corpses and fires full of plastics. Most sinners ignored him, not caring to engage with some short ass demon.
He scavenged various rumbled buildings, looking around, jumping from high places and gliding around or trying to understand how his powers work to no avail. Sometimes he found random trinkets, like pretty rocks or money.
He looked toward the clock tower, tilting his head at the build in day clock
"276 days to what?" he thought before continuing his little adventures.
He noticed a nice looking spot, Cafe with pretty lights and odd images. He walked in noticing the nice bell above himself.
Vincent looked around amazed, the images were like nothing he seen before, green land, pretty blue skies and weird things filling the paintings. He climed up the stool and read the menu board.
Sinner behind the counter turned around and eyed the odd thing. The demon was short, there are some sinner who act cute before stabbing behind backs so they weren't too taken aback
"what can I get for you shortie?"
Vincent looked back up with a smile and considered her words exited
The sinner looked at the demon bewildered and disgusted.
"of course I get a freak on my first day. Fucking hell speak English!"
Vincents exitment deflated and wrapped his wings around his shoulders
"but i am... Aren't I?" He decided to pull out his notebook and started writing on a page without drawings and turned it to the sinner
The barista narrowed their eyes "black coffee and latte... Sure, cash first weirdo."
Vincent nodded and payed without an issue with the dirty money he found on the streets.
The sinner didn't question it and made the order, in the meantime Vincent wrote new note and waited for the taller demon to turn around.
"the theme on paintings? It's just landscapes, just get the fuck out if you're not ordering anything more"
Vincent packed his notebook and took the two cups and navigated the hell streets, dogging the flying objects, jumping over broken glass and wounded sinners. He entered the V duo building, pacing around curiously.
"gonna surprise them, mama will be happy and he'll like me" He thought determent and looked for directions. Finally spotting a few sinners drinking dirty water and gossiping.
One of the sinners pushed away Vincent with his foot, laughting at the weird creature
"It's kinda cute, maybe some robo assistant?"
Vincent furrowed his brows and took his coffees away, wrapping his wings around his chest
Little moth was aware that the world wasn't sweet, so far he was doing great all things concidered.
He paced around the hallways lost, checking the info boards and maps on the walls, he was determent to give that coffee, to make his dads proud, maybe even to make them like him.
"Oh fuck what is this rat!?"
Mid step he was snatched by his wings and pulled up. Vincent turned his head back with startled eyes.
"They don't understand. Different way to talk, what will they understand?"
Vincent puffed his cheeks, making a low buzzing sound, like a microwave, showing his discomfort
The spider sinner observed the toy and took the coffee mugs, inspecting them. Both him and a few other sinners passed around the small thing, as Vincent squirmed and tried to escape, his static building up, making his wings glow
"Cute, a robo-pet or some shit? Do you think it sits?" a shorter sinner asked as she poked Vincent's cheek.
"More like assistant, if this thing delivers coffee than I like it" another added and pulled open one of Vincent's wings, angry boy fluttered his wings a little and tried to escape once more
The spider sinner realized something, his expression becoming weirded out
"Moth Tamagotchi bringing the coffee that Val likes... Is this his toy?"
The sinners stopped playing around, the atmosphere becoming more tense as the overlord was mentioned. Vincent immediately turned around and nodded, figuring out that they could at the very least bring him to Valentino.
The spider sinner turned the little moth around, checking it from all angles with a grimace on his face
"What a fucking disgusting freak."
Vincent attempted an escape again, just to be taken by another sinner, making him angrier by minute
"It looks like a child, maybe he just wanted something cute after killing his Chiwawa?" shorter sinner commented with a dreadful tone
The spider demon tisked with disgust on his face "it's Val we're talking about. That rotten cunt thinks about one thing and one thing only."
"I knew he is fucked up. But a child doll? That's disgusting," the sinners passed around the blue demon as if he was property. Vincent tried escaping once more. Falling on the floor and trying to pick back up his cold coffee mugs, just to be picked back up by the spider again.
"Yeah, I get the daddy kink, but I didn't know he goes that far with it. No shit he approves everything to the magazines if he can go this low"
Vincent's tone got ignored once more, too. His antennas sparking in anger
"Bloody pervert."
The sinners continued to toy around with the little moth, pulling on his antennas, wings, just checking the weird item
Vincent finally snapped and charged up, his teeth sparking as he bit deep into the arm of the sinner holding him, electrocuting them. The overcharge was enough for him to zap a few meters away, his wings flickering as he clumsy regained balance midair and landed.
Sinners screamed in shock, turning to look at one of them that got fried. "Holy shit Angel?!" Little moth could hear from afar, but he continued running away.
His frustration making him zap from place to place in the hallway. It took him a few minutes to regain control, stopping to catch a breath.
Then, like a miracle, he recognized something. He raised his head and sniffed, spotting the familiar pink smoke.
His tense little wings flapped back, forming a cape while he regained his confidence. He wanted to do his good task. Even after the displeasure of meeting more sinners, he was determent to do something nice for his parents.
Vincent reached the door that was fuming with the pink smoke. He placed the cups down to the side and pushed the door... Well, tried to.
He took a few steps back and jumped to the door handle while hitting the door with his full body, making the door open slightly. With a confident expression, he started opening the doors wider.
The room was dense and uneasy, full of sweat, fear, and discomfort.
Valentino at the center of the studio throwing glasses and other objects at his actors and assistants
"Where is that little bitch Angel dust!? That fucking cunt and this team will be doing overtime all month if we lose a fucking penny from the holdup! Travis Is the scrip fucking d-"
Valentinos antennas stiffen up at the familiar discomfort buzzing. He slowly opened his wings and started turning to the door. Sinner around taking steps far away from the overlord.
Surrounded by the smoke, with pink glowing eyes narrowed into lines. He was terrifying, like Vincent had never seen before.
Like a monster.
Valentino kept his wings wide open, covering as much of the studio as he could from Vincent and took steps closer
"Outside. Now!" The moth ordered, already pissed by the whole day.
Vincent took a step back, his eyes shaking. He tried to say something, but Valentino cut him off and opened the door wider behind the little moth
"Right now!"
Vincent jumped and backtracked to the hallway. Valentino shut the door with an extremely loud thud, making even the biggest sinners in the studio shiver.
"You cunts get Five minutes to get your shit together and start filming! And someone find Angel!"
He ordered before stomping to his studio. As the man closed the door he leaned on the wall, covering his mouth in shock.
This is the worst possible day for the moth. He runs his hand along his antennas, feeling how they twitch, trying to sense any of Vincent's static buzzing. He let out a shaky sigh and washed his hands and face with cold water before putting back his dangerous face and leaving his office. With an intimidating step, he rushed to the hallway to check if Vincent was still present.
Meanwhile as the door to the studio shut closed Vincents, shaky body jumped further back, still hearing the intimidating scream of his father. The coffee cups on the floor were long forgotten.
Valentino emerged through the door, his lower left hand on the handle. He looked around and stepped to Vincent; his wings open once again as he kneeled with his lower left hand on his knee while three others stayed clean. They shared eye contact, an unpleasant one. Vincent attempted to step closer, reaching for a hug, apology, comforting anything
But Valentino pushed him slightly further with his higher limbs, keeping a tight grip on his shoulder until the smaller moth stopped trying.
"Do not touch me. That's disgusting."
Valentino despised the idea of Vincent touching his work clothes; he was too innocent, too clean for his filth. He was disgusted. But all Vincents mind registered was "I am disgusting"
"Vincent What Are You Doing Here."
The smaller moths voice glitched as he tried to excuse himself, overwhelmed by the unpleasant day
Valentino tisked and looked at Vincent in disbelief "coffee? I have people to bring me coffee at work. Are you stupid!?"
With that Vincent couldn't take it anymore, he looked down, wrapping his wings around himself like a blanket. His voice glitching while making a rare noise Valentino heard, one small soft spot in his heart stinging.
"-.-. .-. -.-- .. -. --. / -. --- .. ... . ..."
Valentino tapped his foot and looked around the hallway. This was bad, extremly bad.
He reached for a new cigarette, pacing from wall to wall thinking. Once Vincents cries mellowed down, Val finally spoke to the shaky moth.
"you are going to Vox. His office is on the last floor or you get back home. We'll talk about this later."
Vincent kept his eyes down, dreading even the idea of what Valentinos expression might be. The hallway filled with uncomftable buzzing.
Valentino finally lit his cigarette and stood in the middle of the hallway, turning back to his child
"Those are your two choises. Pick."
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Vincent unlocked the front door and closed it behind himself, alone. He got changed after the long day and picked his music player. He placed a CD in it as he paced to storage room with music starting to play in his headphones.
The dim room was filled with tons of electrical parts, cables, tools that were rarely used, and most importantly, Voxes backup heads and his old broken TVs, they were mostly empty cases, since the man could reuse parts from items he'd never use anymore.
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[6 Pm]
Quiet click of the lock, doors opening and shoes tapping on the floor, that much was heard in the seemingly empty apartment.
"Vincent, we can talk now-" silence.
With a sigh the large moth checked all possible places, 3 bedrooms, kitchen, two living rooms, 6 walk in closets and 7 normal closets.
He hummed and tapped his finger on the wooden frame of the doors.
He finally went to the storage room and walked to the back, he sat down on the floor next to Voxes old TV head, the empty case was decently big, compared to his much more compacted flat screen.
He gently tapped the case and leaned on the metal box
"--. --- / .- .-- .- -.--"
"Vifi, come on. You're not in trouble, I just want to talk okay?" Valentino tried to get the little moth out without force. Knowing he did scare him earlier today "I'm not mad príncipe"
Vincent shuffled in the TV case, letting out a pixelated sigh and curling up in his wings.
Valentino sat in the silence as he ajusted to have the TV loosly between his legs and layed his head on the box, leaning down to hold the item like an item in need of protection
"I never wanted you too see my job Vincent" Valentino didn't pressure to speed the conversation, he was glad once he heard familiar synthetic voice, meaning VJ was opening up.
The older moth looked at the wall and narrowed his eyes at the smallers tone, he needed a moment to regain his composure. Vincent stayed upset in his hiding, but he leaned closer to one of the walls.
"... Yes... Becosue I'm evil. I'm in hell for... Many reasons, sinners are not good people, we're evil, we're rotten..."
"No, I never wanted to go to hell, but i knew here was my place" Valentino answered honestly, without a second thought, his mind rushing to his past life, the shame, guilt, power and rage playing of like a film on loop.
The bigger moth blinked in surprise and stared at the old television case astonished.
"what?" The two sets of hands from the outside gently opened the front of the tv, revealing the curled up bug inside it, his back turned away "Why would you ever think that?"
Valentino carefully pulled out the little moth from the case and craddled him to his chest, higher set of hands rubbing his back and the lower one ajusting the blue wings to be wrapped more comftably.
"No, no, no... Vincent, you have never been the disgusting one. You are the best thing in this pit hole... I am bad, disgusting and rotten" Valentino started with a sincere voice, his wings wrapping around them both as he leaned on the wall in the messy storage. "I never wanted to stain all the good you have, I stayed away to keep you away from how bad I am. You never did anything wrong pollija"
Vincent leaned into the soft fur and pulled on one of his wings, his voice glitching as the conversation continued
Valentino felt an ache like no other, he brushed Vincents hair, watching as it curled more and more when he wasn't charged in energy.
"Like you? Liking is too little to describe what i feel honey" Valentino hummed with a light smirk, he ajusted Juniors antennas, making them even and got back to brushing his hair with his fingers. Vincent tilted his head with a questioning hum. "It's easy to be evil and mad in this place, to indulge in all that's bad... But you make soft... I'm still a bad guy, but i'm not the same as I used to was. I love you Vifi, but not in any way I ever did"
Valentino felt even stupider than usual for sounding so sappy, but he could see in those big bug eyes that opening up helped to comfort the blue moth, so Val continued. He can cringe at himself later, it's alright.
"I could say that I would die for you, or that I would kill for you... That meant something on earth, but here it doesn't now does it?" Vin shook his head and scooted higher, his hands clinging to the white fur. "Yea, killing is easy, but you make me want to be kind... and all this time I thought being kind would be keeping you away from evil... from me. But i see it wasn't the best way to show my care was it?"
The two moths eventually left the storage room; Valentino took his kid to the kitchen and got back to keeping his distance as he made himself a whisky
Vincent leaned by the counter curious, his antennas dropping on the counter with a light tap.
" -.-. .- -. / .. / .... .- ...- . / ... --- -- . / -- .- -- .- " Valentino didn't even wait for Vincent to finish as he took another glass from the set and poured him apple juice.
He placed matching glasses next to Vincent and sat down, taking a long sip of his whisky.
The room was peacefully silent; a moment of nothingness on the exhausting day was exactly what they needed. Finally, the smaller one broke the silence once again, his voice robotic and scratchy, but his eyes are soft and sweet.
The bigger moth swirled his drink and tisked, taking his round glasses off to rub his temples before putting them back on.
It's honestly a miracle he still has patience, it was 8 years and he still doesn't understand why he grew so soft. His rage always builds in just to burst even more at work. But almost never around his son. It didn't make sense, it pissed him off.
"Vifi, I do. It's for your own good," he stated simply, but he saw as the answer disappointed the smaller demon.
Valentinos expression soured. He never has to be so soft, he never has to argue with people. Noone dares to talk back, and if they do, they regret immediately. And yet here he was, bossed around by a child.
"you still are too young, end of discussion"
Than again, usually he owns souls of those he talks to...
Valentino smiled, the room becoming slightly colder
"Sure, just like big sinners do. The deal will promise that I care, and love you, even when I'm far away... While you, promise me, not to get involved with what I think is bad for you. Alright?"
Vincent nodded exited and reached his small hand to Valentino, trusting him fully.
Valentino grinned relaxed, reaching his hand slowly. Pink smoke gathered from candles to slowly wrap around Vincents neck, like a serpent. Valentino backed his hand for a moment, smoke loosly scattering away.
" -- .- -- .- " Vincent tilted his head and climbed up the counter to get closer to Valentinos hand.
Valentino looked down at his hands. Did he seriusly almost put a chain on his son?
Thankfully he got a better idea as he spotted something that could work better than a chain.
Valentino smiled softer and hummed, he shook hands with Vincent's as his other hands reguided the smoke to his finger, grating a signet on his middle finger instead.
The smoke faded as the deal was sealed, with Valentinos logo burning on the ring. Vincent tilted his head, his eyes going from the ring to Valentinos plentiful signets and up to his parents face.
"deal can be sealed with whatever we want pollija, I just thought a signet would be better"
Valentino explained calmly and sat down, feeling like a genius for doing bare minimum
".-- .... -.-- / .- / .-. .. -. --. "
"Well-" Valentino leaned his top elbows on the counter, reminiscing to how he ripped the diamond signets from his lifeless pimp when alive "Signet, are a symbol of power, of having control"
Valentino leaned forward and pinched Vincent's cheek, the boy letting out a pixelated laugh
"and you have power over me with how cute you are"
Vincents smile brighten as he excitedly gasped and run around the house, his spirit and energy right up. Valentino shook his head amused and prepared himself another drink.
Valentino got dressed in his purple button up and white pants as he smoked, his antennas risen up at the familiar tune. He raised an eyebrow and walked to the living room where Vox played on his piano, Vincent attentevly staring at him from the carpet
"This tune again?" Valentino raised an eyebrow and leaned on the piano, raising his feet up to be out of toddlers reach
Vox stopped mid play and smirked at his (bussines) partner. "what? I'm not the one obssesed with it" his screen dimmed for a second at the sight of the small moth trying to reach up to valentino, the little blue wings still inconsistent in their movements
"he threw a fit when I was trying to figure out what's wrong with him"
Valentino hummed and moved further back on the piano, leaning his shoulder toward Vox "still pissed he's slow? Let him be. Who cares if a three year old can't talk, he'll figure it out"
Voxes antennas flickered with annoyance "My kid won't be broken. He needs to be normal, sooner rather than later"
Val let out a sigh and layed down on the piano, while Vincent tried climbing up Voxes chair. The TV man changed his expression to a more relaxed smile, his annoyance still palpable in the room
"Isn't like the kings fancy shmancy gal a teen ever since we both died? Maybe things born in hell just age slowly"
Vox scoffed and held Juniors little hands to make sure he didn't try playing on his piano
"maybe. But My-"
"-our" Valentino corrected him and let out a cloud of smoke
"-Kid. Is better than that sunshines and rainbows crazy lady. I just need to figure out what's stopping him from talking. Like a static buzz here and there sure, but it's not coming out from his sound box"
Valentino nodded as if he knew what that meant and continued his smoke, forgetting about his plan to go to work at the studio. His whores will figure out what to do anyway.
"I reworked his code, and cleaned his vocal system. I don't know what is the issue"
Vincent moved in Voxes restrain, his eyes and wings glowing before he snapped Vox upset. The man snorted and rolled his eyes
"yeah yeah, you want the Daisy bell"
"hey, at least he has a personalty. Even if he'll never talk, he'll get what he wants" Valentino smiled and waved his cigarette as Vox got back to playing the song on the piano, the toddlers eyes dimming down, revealing his heart pupils and focusing on the music satisfied
It was a day like many before, just a domestic moment, without the fame and cameras. Up unless they started to hear something odd.
[sound refrence below]
37 seconds · Clipped by Astros · Original video "Daisy Bell" by tamachang - Topic
Vox didn't stop playing as he looked down shocked. Valentino opened his eyes and turned his head down.
It wasn't words, it wasn't babbeling but it was much more specific and coherent than before. And it was coming out from the boys sound system.
He can be verbal. He can play notes, he can make noises to communicate.
Vox finished the song speachless before the little moth threw his hands on the piano keys and tried to play as well and trying to imitate noises with his extremly syntetic voice
"are you fucking kidding me? He needed the stupid song for the code upgrade to work!?"
Valentino bursed out laughting and turned to lay on his stomack "Oh he has personality, you gotta give him that Voxxie"
"Are you fucking nuts!?" Valentino yelled as Vox was zapping from place to place with a menecing grin. "You're not leaving me alone with this for that fucking deer!"
Vox laughted, his slightly flatter screen showing his obsession "Come on Val. I can't fit the bug in my head anymore. Besides, you'll do great! I have to get that fairy for spreading lies about me!"
Valentino tried arguing, cussing at Vox untill the man left "I will do shit! You stay that flat ass right here-! Ugh mother fucker shitgrin!"
Valentino rubbed his face and brushed both of his fluffy antennas before looking at the bug napping on the couch.
"fuck." Val despiced the idea of taking care of kids, ever since he was alive. He couldn't. The moth man took a few steps closer, his heeled slacks tapping on the floor. He akwardly loomed above the couch and reached one of his hands down.
He backtracked with a tisk and paced in the living room
"mierda. Ugh why it would be easyer if I just order some cunt to do it for me."
He thought as he stepped to the telephone, ready to dile up a number of his assistant.
"I should be working. I'm not playing a babysitter.-"
Valentino stopped at the fith digit and bancly stared at the wall in realization. Strangers Near the bug. Strangers in hell, worst scumbs of the world.
He put down the phone and rushed to check a stack of his own companies magazines. Usually he didn't care what it was about as long as it was selling for creeps. But he needed to check if he really aprooved sonething.
His mind was filled with echoes from the past, shots of his memories back when alive. When the articles hit him like never before.
Sexualization of the princess of hell. Baby kinks, fuckers in diapers, milf and dilf shit going too far. So much more… In a magazine that isn't even an underground material, this is accessible to anyone.
Valentino put the paper down and took off his glasses. His mind blank.
He unfroze, startled by the sound of the small bugs on the couch sneezing, it's little torso glowing slightly before dimming down and falling back to sleep
"Those freaks will find a way to destroy it"
Valentino stared at the baby with absolute fear like never. Finally understanding why Vox might want to keep the bug a secret.
Eventually the baby started making unpleased noises
"shit! Hey hey it's fine!" Valentino rushed to the couch but quickly turned around and run to the bathroom "I didn't change after work fuck fuck fuck"
Val scrubbed himself whole and changed his clothes, trying to get out fast "I'm not touching him with that filth"
"G-give me a minute baby! It's fine!" he imidietly regretted saying that "sexualized word, ew ew no."
Valentino finally came back, in Voxes shirt that looked cropped on him and sweatpants, which would never be his fashion choice
"Heeey it's okay… Buggs?" Valentino carefully picked up the one year old and cuddled him anxusly as they paced around the apartment "what can I call it without being weird. Fuck…"
"Vincent… Junior… Why the fuss… Buddy?" he tried to speak like Vox, which felt dull to him. "uh… Sweet-.. No… How about… Uh…"
Valentino tried to remember nicknames from his early age, which was a struggle to say the least "Viv..? No that sounds stupid. How about VJ-ew no, why did Vox decide to give you such shitty inicials…"
Valentino stoped his monolouge once he realized the caterpillar was quiet, he looked down to see it nuzzled up to his white and freshly washed fluff
Something changed in Valentinos chest. A feeling he didn't have in decades
"comftable here príncipe?" Valentino asked with a more compassionate tone and opened the door to his bedroom with his lower limbs
"… We'll figure it out" he smiled and stopped mid motion of sitting down before straightening back up and looking at his bed "… I'll change the sheets. You're not laying in that"
Late nights after work were exactly what Vox enjoyed. His neck sore after walking up right with a box head, he could put a neck pillow on his shoulders and just rest.
He locked the door behind himself, loosening his tie and sliding off his shoes with a tierd groan. He imidietly went to his home office, with a large (in all three dimensions) security system.
He plopped on his chair and started detangeling a cable on his desk, giving up mid way and just connecting his head to one of the televisions. With a zip, and static buzz he transfered his face to the other screen. Navigating with a view of his body in third person.
His hand run across the desk, his cold steel fingers tapping in search of tools. Once he found the right one, he took off the front of his TV casing, carefully placing it down on the desk with the lamp.
Everything was still connected, so he had to lean down to the desk, his back making a popping noise after the long day.
His face on the second television smiled and moved to look inside his head with a tierd laught
"hey hey, computer bug, we're home, you can let go now"
Vox said calmly and carefully unplugged the little ones antennas from his ports, cutting off the babies charging.
The blue caterpillar like demon raised his head with eyes closed and an unamused expression before curling back and holding onto Voxes inner lamp.
Vox let out a sigh and carefully moved away his baby. Placing him on his lap as the overlord put himself back together, finishing of with unplugging and tossing aside the connector between hismself and the second monitor
"My my, you keep doing that and I'll start to think you're my biggest obsessed fan"
Vox smiled and raised up the little drowsy bug, which made a tune similar sounding to computer algorithm working
"📉"
Voxes expression soften at the noise, having no idea what it means, other than that he's probobly sleepy
"yeah, me too. How about we watch some cassets with sharks?"
The advertisement office was quiet, everyone working in their boxes miserable and silent. Puffs edited one of designs for a blimp, something quick, shitting on the princess or whatever, he could care less. He thought he won't be here long anyway, it doesn't matter.
Than with a thud of stacks of documents Puffs was woken up from his drained of life work flow. He glanced up with a stone expression just to see the office director... great
"there are errors in your reports, and there are files missing in the disc you've sent me."
Puffs was silent for a moment, he observed the cold and fall monster in front of him. Eyeing his stupid screen eyes or goggles, listening to the buzzing that put everyone at unease. He could care less about another complaint about the reports, he hears that once a week at the very least in this shit hole.
Puffs glanced at his supervisor name tag out of boredom... VJ, the fuck is that? Anagram for something most likely... Sounds as stupid as the man wearing it. Puffs snickered under his breath unconsciously.
The light above them dimmed down, Puffs feeling slight static run around his fur.
"what's so funny.? Please do tell."
Considering his options, he's ether gonna die, or get more work. Dying again wasn't that bad of an idea honestly. Puffs leaned back in his chair to have a better view on the taller figure
"nothing, just been curious. VJ? What's it short for? Or do you just want to be called Vagina but are too shy?"
The lights flickered as Puffses coat puffed out with the tickling of static. His supervisors eyes glowing brighter and narrowing. Even sinners in other boxes felt unease by now, trying to focuse on work, so they wouldn't be included in the drama.
Seconds later the lights went back to normal, the director writing something down in his tablet, that stupid tablet with all worst knowledge that is glued to his hand.
"listen goat-"
"lamb - "
"I don't think so. Since you don't want to work properly, I'm sure you could use some discipline practice in a diffrent department. You lack social skills unfortunately"
Puffs blinked and opened his eyes wider, unsure of what is that suppose to mean. Only thing he knew was that he was fucked.
"get back to work." with that said coldly, the director walked away, leaving the room dreadfully silent.
----
[some time later, Film department]
Studio was as always filled with comotions, pink fumes filling the rooms, cameras filming, lights shining, moans and screams mixing with music
Valentino leaned back in his chair confident and unbothered by anything. Untill he felt something, not phisically. He could feel magic from his deal pulling away a very familiar body that was on the other side of the large wall.
Valentino got up, waving his cigarette to gesture everyone to continue as he left as if simply bored by his job.
Valentino walked out and kept his wings slightly open as he smiled to the shorter moth and guided him away from the film studio "Ah, Vifi, what brings you here mid day sunshine?" he asked with an uncanny softness, anyone else would think something was off. Vincent scoffed and waved his hands up, his tablet swaying in his left hand and his head buzzing in familiar distressed frequency
"why are sinners always thinking about One thing?! I hate those idiots in my side of the building!" he started trailing off as he kiched around random rocks like a toddler with a tantrum, in Valentinos eyes the only thing that changes was the noises Vincent was making back than and now. He was still so small for him, however the overlord could at least stand straight to talk to him, instead of bending down like with most sinners. "advertisement team is a bunch of morons, the archives weren't touched by anyone other than me even back when I wasn't working! And- and don't get me started on the bookkeepers! -"
Vincent was making the buzz with a pitch indicating he might be short circiuting soon. Valentino cut him off with a soft smile and run a hand over his hair, gently, softly.
"Ay Pollija, my little light. Don't get so heated or you'll be zapping around again without control. You can't take those cunts words and incompetence to your heart"
Vincent looked up at Valentino before puffing his cheeks and turning his eyes away, taking a moment to calm down
----
Moth demons found a cozy spot in a familiar Cafe, a quiet spot hidden away from spotlights, perfect for them both to have a genuene talk rather than play their cruel public images.
Valentino waited for Vincent to simmer down and took a small bite of his tiramisu "so, what did make you spiral so much today?" the sinner asked, considering it can't be anything too crazy, he knew his son is a hothead. He thought, he would never do such a thing for something so unimportant-
"some guy from advertisement called me Vagina instead of VJ" Vincent murmured and tapped the glass of his latte
"What?!" Valentino stood up opening up his wings "Which fucking nobody bitch dared to call you that!? What fucking idiot even says something like down to their boss-" and just like that Valentino started saying what was most likely a whole poem in Spanish on what he'd do to that guy
(definetly not overreacting)
Vincent looked at Valentino and tried to interrupt
"Val-..." one failed attempt.
"Pops-" second
"papa-" third
"Valentino." and so on
Vincent had had enouth and stood up as well opening his wings, making them glow in a blue hue "Mama!"
"What?!" Valentino shared eye contact with his son, untill both hot headed moths sat down and took a minute to calm down
"... I could just kill him Vifi"
Vincent rubbed his temples and reached to stich a fork in his pumpkin pie "Pops... I don't want to loose any more employees... Dad already killed like two assistants and I'm not counting other sinners during my life"
Valentino scoffed and thought over everything, taking a sip of his drink. Up untill Vincent pulled out his tablet
"the guy was a priest in life, from my research it means he was asexual-"
Valentinos annoyance soften slightly, knowing how Vincent always wanted to understand what was happening before death "pollija, that's not fully true"
"-Yeah but more or less!" Vincent tried to finish his thought process, before getting distracted on education.
"... I just thought that maybe it would be humiliating for that goat cunt if he went to work a little for you... Since he is really obnoxus about being a saint and other nonsense" Vj finished and leaned back in his seat, sipping his sweet drink and awaiting his parents reaction
Valentino thought about it with a hum. He knew Vincent's knowledge was limited on his job, but he could already imagine several ways to make the sinner suffer without murdering him.
"you know what? That is a very smart idea sunshine, I can get him something to... Put discipline in that goat"
Vincent relaxed and his frustration gradually shifted to much more familiar softness "thank you pops... Do whatever makes everyone scared of you... Seriously what's so scary about film making and taking pictures, even if revealing?"
Valentino smiled as he slightly pulled on Vincent's left antenna to make them even length "don't you worry your little head about it, pumpkin-cynamon cocoa today again?"
Vincent shook his head, already relaxed "Coffee, come on, I'm not a baby anymore, I drink it every day"
Valentino laughted "well you might be 23, but you still always draw on the coffee cups whenever me or voxxie ask you to order for us"
He's always going to be Valentinos baby.
Vincent stuffed his face with pie to avoid responding. He did love that, maybe he wasn't an artist, but ever since he was Voxes assistant he would always doodle on the plastic cups.
It never was anything big, a moth, a fish (shark?) and maybe a few hearts, thunders or stick figures. It always made his dads smile for a moment, and that was enough to bring Vincent a wave of joy and pride.
Valentino leaned closer, his higher elbows landing on the table as his lower set of limbs already looked for a wallet "Príncipe... About that name thing... I think your name is beautiful, you don't have to shorten it to the initials"
Vincent took a moment, and glanced up, but his sweet wonder and compassion deflated as he felt a weakening spark. It wasn't phisical per say, but it drained his confidence. Familiar words repeating in his mind before he wiped down his lips and played with the napkin
"Well... Vincent is a nice name... But junior... What if people will ask? And when they realize, *whose* Junior I am than it's gonna be... Scandalous... Dad didn't want human name to become public... I think it would get really confusing and mixed up if I used more than inicials"
Valentino knew exactly what was happening, he didn't enjoy it, but he knew it was the better of two evils
"besides... Who needs more? It's not like anyone needs to know my name" Vincent said it with a content smile, his wonder turning off as if flicked by a switch. Back to his persona of nothingness
Valentino let out a sigh and payed for their orders, finding the Cafe to be respectful since it's one of few places where they can hang out without a flood of people around them
"I think you should talk to Vox about it, Vifi I love you but your inicials do sound the way they sound"
Over the week Vincent considered the overlords advice. He sent an email toward Vox, scheduling a meeting during work. He knew how busy Vox is, and needed to rest after work, not bother with his nonsense foolery. But perhaps talk during a lunch break? That sounds reasonable. Perfect to get to talk to such an amazing and inspiring person.
Clock ticked as Vincent worked in the archive, sorting old documents, deals and throwing away the ones with sinners who disapeared after exterminations. Up untill the noon. He fixed his vest, and stepped along the halls of the building. Back straight, eyes sharp and ordering meals to the meeting room they agreed on.
Unlucky for them, VJ passed Vox at the hallway. He stopped for a minute, wanting to run up and just greet his dad, he dreamed of such simple gesture all his childhood. But how could he interrupt such an icon during a serius discussion. For such a bright man, even a small talk could lead to success.
Vox was discussing something with his assistant and a group of employees from the news department... But time was ticking, just like Vincent's heart was ticking anxusly with the idea of interrupting his dad in such an important moment.
Finally the shadow director walked up. Posture dreadful for those under him. "excuse me Mr. Vox-"
Vox turned his head, with the same disinterest he gives all his workers unless he needs anything. Vincent didn't flinch
"-the meeting is about to start" VJ stated, waiting for his father to finish off orders and walked with him to the small meeting room...
This felt more magical when he was a kid, now planning a meeting with Vox was sort of... Empty, ever since that radio overlord showed up he's been... diffrent.
Vox confidently stepped inside, as his screen displayed the usual shit eating grin he charms the sinners with. "heh missed me that much that you had to make up a meeting to eat lunch? You could of just said so"
Vincent closes the doors behind them. His spark still dimmed down. He wanted to say so much, shout, laught, express so much. But all he could feel right now was a limp in his throat.
Vox kept his grin but saw something was off. "ha ha ha... Hey, buddy pal. We're out of the crowd my man, what's the fuss?" Vox placed his hands on Vincent's shoulders. Moth demon decided to give up on standing up for himself, it felt so cruel to even think his sweet and kind father could do something to hurt him.
" nothing, I just wanted to eat with you Mr Vox"
Vincent and Vox sat across one another, the younger one kept texting under the table as the indulged in a dull conversation. What to improve, what to change. Honest notes and reports Vincent had related to work.
But a third party didn't like this, Valentino read the messages about how VJ *didn't want to cause trouble*, how *maybe he's exaggerating* and **He's fine as long as the company is fine**
Valentino leaned back in his seat with a threatening expression and send VJ one last message which made pink fumes do something other than pulling him around
"Mijo, ***Becosue I care about you*** you will be honest with your father, weather he likes it or not."
That message made Vincent's eyes open wide, his lights brightening up to a normal shine. His frustration boiling. "... You were late for the meeting."
Vox stopped mid bite of his large burger " Excuse me?"
Vincent narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows upset, his fork running around the plate of pasta
"I was waiting twenty minutes before finally walking up to you. I was worried the food will get cold."
Voxes screen gliched slightly as he checked under the table what Valentino was doing on the cameras discreetly. He smiled and leaned on the table "Well in sorry champ, but there was a lot of things to discuss, things elongated too much"
Vincent huffed out a heavy sigh and tapped his finger on his forearm
"right..."
The room became silent again, Vox sensing that he might not get all respect he deserves, decides to play them music, a simple song he knew Vincent loved, just to turn that thrown upside down.
Vincent narrowed his eyes, he was more confident with expressions around Vox for once. He fully ignored the song, usually he'd humm it, which Vox has always found adorable.
Vox laughted, his teeth at full display as he leaned his elbow on the table "Hah, remember this old thing? We always tested your music box with it, was the first song you got into" The TV man waited for a familiar reaction, side of his screen gliching, annoyed that his tactics don't work. "you know, how you did the... Tu-ram-pam, tu-ram-Pam..." Vincent's eye twiched, as Vox tried to drag the joke further "dezy, dezy~ remember? Haha..."
Vincent huffed and placed down his fork "Dad, I want to talk about something with you."
Vox cleared his throat, his face flashing with various expressions before landing on a more serius one "right. Okay. What is it champ?"
"Father, I would prefer to use my full name at work. Not V. J." Vincent said calmly, Voxes mind already planning out with knowledge he had. He didn't always follow his son with cameras, his life was fucking boring. He mostly checks in when he can feel Vincent's stress rising, as their deal allows him to. He knows how stressed Vincent is even now.
All he remembers seeing today was some worker making him pissed, but it seemed under control so he didn't engage in it.
"Vin, kiddo. I don't see a need for that" Vox started with a grin as he wiped his hands with a napkin. Slowly taking steps around the table, his sharp finger screeching along the table "you're safe, being more secretive. You don't know how the public acts. Degerets, perverts.-"
Vox reached and cupped Vincent's cheeks, both with one hand like a mask. His eye opening up with that familiar hipnotic glare.
"Predators. Kid, the less they know, the better you are."
Vincents antennas flickered with static, his eyes widening as he twiched back, as if to escape the grip
"And i promised to keep you safe, right Junior? So no full names. Okay?"
Silence was filled with Vincent's screeching buzz, like a broken computer from the 90's. Vox took that as a respond. He smiled and let go, ruffling Vincent's short hair and tangling his antennas slightly, making one longer than the other
"Atta boy, just keep things the way they are VJ, it works great for everyone"
Vincent was in disbelieve, frustration filling him. He brushed his antennas back, zipping them into hiding and grinding his teeth as he stood up. His voice stopping Vox from pushing the door
"I will use Vincent. Noone knows your pre-death name anyway."
Voxes pose stiffen, static running across his shoulders, before cackeling and turning around, his tone filtered "hah, like I said Junior, it's for your wellbeing, not mine"
He tried gaining control again in the eering silence. Both men charging from frustration enough to make the lights in the room blink and dim.
"I'll do just fine. I'm not a child. Boss" Vincent said, his last word like an insult before they both went their seperate ways. Afterall, it is middle of a work day.
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Here are fics of this guy (aka Staticmoth kid au) what if they got a kid a decade into their partnership. Links are in chronological order but don't have to be read one after another (unless something is stated to be in parts)
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Had a Hazbin hotel phase. Revived an oc who was a sinner and ended up giving him a few alternative versions... One of which was a staticmoth kid and I became obsessed
His name Vincent, it was Vincent before the reveal that Voxes name was Vincent. Which lead me to the idea of VJ - Vincent Junior, I thing Vox is 100% that type to name a kid after himself.
VJ grew to be a lot diffrent from his alternative sinner version
