#techncmancer

 “Anomaly? ✨ SHUT THE FUCK UP.✨ ” 

“Uh,  yes,  I  can?  I  can  bother  you  whenever  I  want!  I  own  your  soul!  Or  did  you  forget?  Jeez,  talk  about  being  a  big  sleepyhead,”  Vincent  said,  pitch  dipping  lower  as  he  teased,  his  tone  spirited  enough  to  make  the  tarry  bitterness  in  his  voice  just  a  little  less  scalding.  Like  it  was  a  joke,  but  it  wasn’t  really  a  joke,  y’know?  Even  in  his  earliest  days  the  media  demon  had  a  sense  of  entitlement  about  him,  all  buried  under  sucrose  and  an  award  winning  smile  that  was  oh  so  unassuming.  Sparrows  were  unassuming  too,  but  they  pecked  out  the  eyes  of  other  birds  to  make  their  nests.

But  they  weren’t  at  the  point  of  friendly  fire,  yet.  No.  They  were  pecking  out  the  eyes  of  other  overlords,  one  way  or  another.

VINCENT ＶＯＸ ＆＆ ＡＮＯＭＡＬＹ

@techncmancer asked for ♫ 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂

CRY FOR ME WA WA WA - Ironmouse  

I move you slowly (Slowly) || Like bishops, castles, queens || You'd be so lonely (Ah) || If there were not for me || The passion, patching up pain || Hanging the power we hold || Over your mind, over your body || And your signed-away soul || If you're looking to impress || Entertain, or to be of use || Then provе you care || As much you say you do ||  I want you crying for me, I want you, I want you || Wa-wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wa-wa

THE FINE PRINT - The Stupendium So perhaps you have simply forgot what you signed || Oh, honestly, did you not read the colony policy || That defines you as company property? || That waivers your say in autonomy? || The conglomerate's got you in lock and key || We put the "dollar" back into "idolatry" || If you're upset, you can rent an apology

I COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE - KiNG MALA  'Cause I'm bad, but I could've been worse || Maybe we should look on the bright side || ‘Cause I held back, you'll get what you deserve || If I really wanted to, baby, I could ruin you || Bad, but I could've been worse || I really could've been worse || You should count your lucky stars || I don't like taking it too far || Oh, there's no point in holding on || Life got so good when you were gone || You should thank your lucky stars || I don't like taking it too far || If I did what I really want || I'd hit you with my fucking car.  

When  Anomaly  came  into  the  office  of  Voxtek  on  their  birthday  (which  was  clear  was  made  mandatory,  or  else  )  the  entire  building  was  dark.  When  they  switched  the  lights  on,  they  were  greeted  with  a  cacophony  of  shouts  from  their  fellow  employees.

"Surprise!!!  Happy  Birthday!!"

At  the  forefront  was  Vox...  In  a  shark  print  shirt,  white  shorts,  sandles  and.  Oh  Christ.  The  theme  was  Beach?  Or  tropical?  There  were  fake  tropical  plants  everywhere,  blow  up  toys  (  a  few  were  clearly  meant  for  sex  acts  but  dressed  up  to  be  decent  ),   and  an  inflatable  pool  with  an  ungodly  amount  of  apples.  A  few  party  games  seemed  to  be  set  up,  though  the  pizza  seemed  to  be  partially  gnawed  on  already  by  hungry  staffers.  The  cake,  however,  remained  untouched.

"See!  I  told  you  that  you  had  to  be  here.  Come  on!!  Now  that  you're  here  we  can  get  this  party  started!"

He  whipped  a  party  popper  from  damn  near  nowhere,  popping  it  directly  over  their  head.  Get  confetti'd,  fucko.  This  is  your  afterlife.  This  is  what  hell  is  made  of.  The  reason  he  had  you  include  your  birthday  in  your  soul  contract  has  made  its  way  home  to  roost.   

– Vox  liked  Anomaly.  A  lot,  actually.  There  was  something  about  their  flat  disposition  that  just  turned  him  into  a  menace  sometimes.  He  liked  to  piss  them  off  and  he  had  the  power  to  do  it  when  he  wanted  without  the  fear  of  it  blowing  back  on  him.  That  was  a  dangerous  thing  that  looked  playful,  like  a  video  where  a  lion  and  a  dog  were  supposedly  friends.  Onlookers  might  say  "how  cute".  But  anyone  who  knew  anything  about  lions  or  dogs  knew  one  was  bound  to  kill  the  other  at  some  point.

When  they  flash  their  teeth  at  him,  Vox  only  grins  back  wider.

"Or  you'll  what,"  Vox  says,  eyes  narrowed,  grit  filtering  its  way  into  his  tone.  Then  it  dips  lower,  mirthful.  "If  you  wanna  try  something  when  I've  got  you  under  my  thumb  then  go  for  it.  We  both  know  who's  going  to  win.  You're  a  small  fry  compared  to  me  in  literally  every  way  possible."

Time  would  only  make  that  worse.  But  the  Box  Headed  Vox  of  current  decides  to  slow  toss  his  employee  and  owned  soul  a  couple  of  feet  away  with  a  manic  grin,  blood  dripping  down  the  side  of  his  mouth.

"Come  on,  you  wet  rag!  Show  me  what  you've  got.  If  you  beat  me  then  you  can  make  any  request  you  want  and  I'll  make  it  happen." 

.....honestly what am I supposed to say right now?? I’m a babbling mess of emotions I swear to god this is the kindest message ever I’m. Omg. YOU’RE A BLESSING OK AND LIKE we’ve been slowly getting closer and I am so happy because oh man I’m so happy to talk to you & write with you & just. You’re so fecking great I’m so so so super happy I love you goodbye I’m keeping you until the end of time.