Fanfiction Anon's Abode

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Summary: Catcf!Vox pays a long overdue visit to his Alastor. The others are there for moral support.

A/N: Welcome back @hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog we missed you. Glad to see you're doing well. Here's a treat. This is based off of the scene in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005) where Charlie and Willy Wonka meet Wonka's father. I know officially it's just supposed to be Catcf Vox and Charlie visiting Alastor according to the plot, but the plot demanded I write the AU Crossovers version and so this is what my brain came up with.

Warnings: None, I think.

Summary: Vox challenges Alastor to a fight. It doesn't go well for either of them.

A/N: I read some theories that Vox flirted with Alastor before he left and that was part of why he disappeared. They're really funny and I love them, but I had this idea of Vox not just flirting with him, and genuinely missing him. Also I watched Princess Mononoke and got inspired.

Warnings: Some violence, Alastor tearing his hair out

Canon Vox drags himself to an empty room. There are several empty rooms in this place.

This one is just the one that has the least light in it. Vox needs the shadows right now. He doesn't want to be seen. He wants to disappear. He wants to be forgotten. He…wants to say sorry to Radio Guard Vox. What he said wasn't great at all. How could he do that? How could he suggest that his other self purposefully leave his Alastor to die, and say that he'd deserve it?

Vox curls up in the fetal position and puts himself into sleep mode. He lets his thoughts run free as he stays there waiting to snap back to reality or for someone to come and find him, whichever comes first.

He doesn't know how long he stays there, but his limbs start to lock up and the fuzziness in his head grows stronger. He closes his eyes. Thoughts of his other selves are crystal clear in his mind. He remembers the smiles they had, the adoration in their eyes, and the genuine care for their Alastors.

Those memories are nice. They're a good distraction. Distraction enough that Vox nearly misses how inside the room, the static starts to rise at an alarming rate. He doesn't notice at first but after several minutes something shifts.

The presence of it is obvious to anyone, even if they aren't attuned to radio waves. 

The static in the room is enough that it messes with Vox's own signal. Another signal enters the room. It's a bright red, and forcefully knocks against his.

Something in the signal compels him to snap out of his trance.

Vox freezes as the radio waves surround him ominously. He opens his eyes and is greeted with a pair of red-tipped boots with gold accents. He follows the boots up to see a red and black uniform adorned with white and gold. Eventually, he reaches the figure's face.

Oh no.

Radio Guard Alastor stands in front of him, his smile wide. It is not a friendly smile. The sparse amount of light in the room manages to catch on his teeth and make them shine dangerously. The shadows in the room flit towards this Alastor as he observes Vox. He grips his microphone tight and taps it slowly against the palm of his other hand.

Vox flinches back as Radio Guard Alastor leans down to look him in the eye.

"What," he snarls, "did you say to my Vox?"

Radio Guard Vox looks around the break room.

All the other couples are busy talking with each other and mingling.

His gaze slides over to Canon Alastor, who sits near the corner, warily eying anyone who comes too close to him.

Vox wonders where his own Canon version is.

Since running off after attacking him, Vox hasn't heard from the other for hours now.

He spoke to his own Alastor after running away and crying his eyes out, sobbing about how much he hated his Canon and that he wished he could just shut off permanently sometimes. He didn't say anything about what Canon told him, feeling like it was important to keep it between himself and his other versions.

Alastor had said nothing during his breakdown, instead hugging him tightly in response before leaving him with the others and walking off to do something.

Vox hopes he isn't getting into any trouble. They really can't afford that right now.

He sighs and starts to stand up. He might as well get some food and try to talk to one of the others. He starts to approach Swap—

All of the Alastors freeze. They stop in the middle of talking, moving, doing whatever they're doing. All of them except for Canon Alastor, who simply freezes and averts his eyes from looking at any of them.

It's silent in the room.

The Alastors slowly turn their heads in one direction: the far wall. Simultaneously, they hold out an arm, as if to protect their partners. They all seem nervous. Almost like they sense something that will put them all in danger. The shadows in the room dance to and fro, and the oppressive feeling of static makes itself known.

Vox blinks. This…this isn't normal.

Something is wrong.

An eruption of static reaches everyone the next second, and all copies of Alastor move.

Vox gets tugged to the side by a stray tentacle just as the wall explodes.

Canon Vox has no time to scream as Radio Guard Alastor snags him by the collar and flings him through a wall.

Pain. All he can register is pain, and the feeling of something inside him snapping.

Other radio signals in the room tell him that he's ended up in the break room with the others.

He scrambles to haul himself into a kneeling position and looks up to see everyone else except his own Alastor looking at him with worry.

Another explosion rocks the area and sends everybody tripping to the ground. A cloud of dust rises, obscuring everything. Vox ducks his head to avoid the chance of his screen being hit.

It's quiet except for the noise of footsteps making their way towards the room.

Vox trembles.

No. No, please. I'm sorry.

Radio Guard Alastor emerges from the cloud of dust. His expression is slack, unsmiling, and utterly blank except for the rage in his eyes. 

There is nothing but pure rage emanating from him.

His gaze lands on Canon Vox, who's pushing himself up with one arm. He doesn't see how Radio Guard's upper lip curls back as he snarls.

The other Alastors, sans Canon, follow his line of sight and blanch as they come to the same conclusion.

Radio Guard Alastor lunges forward towards Canon Vox, the air whistling behind him as he moves at full speed, and the other Alastors follow.

Swap reaches Vox first and teleports the both of them away a split second before Radio Guard appears where they were and slams a magic-enhanced fist into the ground, causing an earthquake and leaving a sizable crater.

Swap emerges from Radio Guard Vox's shadow, his arms tight around Canon Vox as they're flung out of the in-between and sent rolling on the ground. It seems this Alastor isn't as accustomed to quick shadow travel as his Alastor is. Swap Alastor pushes Canon Vox towards him with a look of desperation. “Keep him safe!” Swap Alastor pleads, before he turns back and rejoins the others.

Radio Guard Vox wastes no time and drags his Canon self behind an overturned table before peeking out to watch the fight against Radio Guard Alastor.

Secretly Married leaps forward to try and snag him in a chokehold but Radio Guard tilts his head and grabs his arm just as it flies past his ear and throws him over his shoulder. Secretly Married cries out as he's slammed down on the ground and the breath is knocked out of him. Dadstaticradio dashes in using his staff to try and bludgeon Radio Guard, who merely dodges backward with each swing. He barely even looks at the other.

Undeterred, Dadstaticradio manifests tentacles on the ground, hoping to trip up his opponent.

Radio Guard side steps each appendage and clamps his hands onto Dadstaticradio’s wrist as he flings him to the side, earning a cry of pain from the other. Swap moves in swiftly, trying to distract Radio Guard as Secretly Married leaps with his arms outstretched to grab his neck. Radio Guard dodges them both and flies up into the air before dropping down feet first towards the two of them. They rush out of the way, and Secretly Married springs away again as Radio Guard moves towards him, claws outstretched.

Secretly Married ducks and uses Radio Guard's momentum to grab his arm and fling him into the wall.

He goes down.

Canon Alastor appears on top of him first, grabbing his hair and slamming his face into the ground as he kneels on his back. Immediately, the other three Alastors rush to pin his limbs down before he can throw Canon off.

It's futile.

Radio Guard lets out a screech and flings them all off with one move.

The four Alastors hit the ground at various angles, and Radio Guard snaps his head around to glare at them as they cry out in pain. He takes one step towards Swap, who stares up at him fearfully, but a blast of bright blue electricity to his head makes him pause and turn to find who dared attack him.

Swap Vox is standing, gauntlets aimed at Radio Guard Alastor. He charges up another blast and glares at the alternate version of his boyfriend. “Step. Away. From him.”

Radio Guard Alastor visibly hesitates, obviously conflicted at the thought of attacking another Vox who isn't Canon. His split-second pause costs him.

Secretly Married and Dadstaticradio Vox take the chance to wrap cables and wires around him in quick succession and wrench him to his knees. Swap Vox fires another shot at Radio Guard Alastor again, hitting his head as Radio Guard yanks at the cables. Radio Guard Alastor bares his teeth furiously and covers himself with shadows before melting away.

It's quiet in the room.

The shadows twist and explode outward, pulling the Voxes in before throwing them back outwards towards their partners. The darkness convulses and forms a shape, but instead of Radio Guard standing there in his normal form, it's his demon form: a hulking figure, with skin being stretched over elongated limbs to the point of splitting open and revealing bones underneath. The glowing stitches that run over his body strain with the force of holding his flesh together. His eyes shine blood red as his pupils turn to radio dials and flick back and forth inside a white deer skull that replaces his head. His bones crack as his legs morph into proper deer legs, and his rack grows into a pair of antlers with sharpened tips. Shadowy tendrils curl around him like an old friend as he stands up to his full height. His lips curl back, revealing a set of sharp teeth.

The snarl that Radio Guard Alastor lets out has an undercurrent of broken radio noises and shrieking sirens.

He sets his sights on Canon Vox and charges.

Everybody moves in quick succession.

The other Alastors—except for Canon—shift too and try to hold him back.

The other Voxes loop wires around him and send thousands of amps of current.

It's all in vain.

Radio Guard Alastor shrugs off every attack like it's nothing. He ducks under every swing and tosses each new fighter off without breaking a sweat. He grabs each tentacle and cable trying to ensnare him and flings them all aside. Eventually, he knocks every last demon into the walls before he shrieks loudly and bats away the table hiding Canon Vox. He lunges and catches Canon with his antlers and throws him into the middle of the room, deftly avoiding hitting any part of Radio Guard Vox.

Radio Guard Alastor rushes towards his target.

Canon Alastor meets him in the middle with one last desperate attempt to hold him off. His claws against his Radio Guard's antlers as the two grapple for dominance. Canon summons a mass of tentacles that spring out from the ground as they capture the other deer's legs in a vice grip.

Radio Guard stares up at him, before his mouth curves into a smile. He laughs amusedly, “I'll be borrowing these, thanks.”

Canon Alastor's tentacles shake before they start to loosen from Radio Guard's legs and shoot towards Canon instead. They rip Canon away from Radio Guard and pin him against the wall, several feet off the ground. Canon Alastor cries out as they dig into his flesh and wrap around his throat. Canon Vox watches the scene with a heavy heart before slowly turning and looking up once again to meet the stare of a different Alastor with no reservations about mercy and only one goal in mind. Everybody else is too far away and too battered up to move quickly enough to help him.

He's done for.

Vox takes a deep breath and accepts his fate.

Radio Guard Alastor moves one step forward. Then another. And finally—

“Wait!” Radio Guard Vox rushes in between the two, shocking his Alastor out of his blind rage. “Alastor, wait! Please!”

Radio Guard Alastor snorts furiously, his gaze darting between the two Voxes.

“Alastor, I'm begging you. Don't kill him,” Radio Guard Vox pleads.

His Alastor rears his head back, confused. “Vox? You—”

“Alastor, please.”

Vox watches as his alternate self stares down the angry deer demon.

Things are still for a while, but then, slowly, Radio Guard Alastor starts the shift back to his normal form. He looks no worse for wear if one ignores his singed hair and ruffled clothes.

The static in the room recedes, and so do any stray tentacles. Canon Alastor drops to the ground, gasping for air.

Someone rushes to help him up.

Radio Guard Alastor shifts his gaze to Canon Vox.

“Please, Al, drop it,” Radio Guard Vox begs again.

Canon Vox flinches as Radio Guard Alastor looks away from him and says to his own Vox, “He hurt you. I can't let that slide.”

“I know, I know. He's an asshole. But I don't want you to be the final judgment for another world's version of me.”

Radio Guard Alastor hesitates. “Still…”

Canon Alastor takes that moment to step in. Despite the bruises decorating his neck and the blood dripping down his limbs, he remains his chipper self. “If I may? I'd like to be the one to deal with my Vox.”

Vox feels a flutter in his chest at his Alastor's words. He knows they don't mean anything coming from him, but he can't help it.

Radio Guard Alastor narrows his eyes and stares at his alternate with an indiscernible expression, looking for something.

Canon Alastor meets his glare head-on, though Vox notices how he tightens his grip on his microphone minutely. "I told you. This Vox is mine."

Radio Guard seems to find what he's looking for at that statement. He nods his head. “Alright. If that's what you want.” He then turns to face Canon Vox. “I’m not going to apologize to you.  But I won't attack you anymore. Don't ever do what you did again. Remember that.”

Radio Guard Vox tugs on his arm and leads his Alastor away, shooting Canon Vox an apologetic look as they leave the room. The others gingerly pick themselves up and also exit the room to recuperate. Vox watches the couples hold on to each other and murmur words of concern and care as they leave. Finally, there is no one else left in the room except for him…and…

“Vox.”

Vox looks up at his Alastor, whose smile is wavering. He glances down and meets his gaze.

“Don't make me do that again,” Alastor says quietly, as he takes Vox’s hand and pulls him up. “I trust you know that you can't go around mouthing off to just anybody.”

Vox stares at both of their hands for a moment before looking up to meet his Alastor's gaze.

Alastor flashes him a sharp smile. “I don't like you, Vox. But I do know one thing: nobody else is allowed to do anything to you other than me. Do you know why?”

He chuckles and lifts their interlaced hands so they're in view.

Vox feels his heartbeat quicken.

“You're mine.”