#tmws

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives, verse

@flyerguardian @jacksfoxevangeline @er-idkhehe2

So I drew this to give me motivation for TMWS because I needed it…

When you bite a cronch in a soft food meal

Chapter 1: Is This All There Is?

Fic Rating: M

Relevant Relationships: PolyVees, past Vox/Alastor

Chapter Tags: Angst, Computer Gore, Toxic Relationships, Discussions of Intimate Partner Violence

A/N: Welcome to what I'm referring to as my Vox redemption fic! These early chapters will just be laying the groundwork to push him towards the idea of redemption, so don't get your hopes up for him joining the Hotel just yet. We've got a lot of ground to cover! I do hope you'll stick around for the ride! Special shoutout to @normystical for being the one who pushed me to turn my crazy ideas into a fic in the first place!

It cannot be understated just how painful it is to respawn after dying in Hell. Stiff muscles contracting once again; rigid bones cracking back out of their newly-set places; that violent first pump of blood through the body, a pounding so hard it puts heart attacks to shame. Fatal wounds stitch themselves shut, scarred new tissues filling in the gaps. That first, gasping breath, as frightening to the seasoned sinner as it is to the freshly-delivered newborn. Every bit as overwhelming and terrifying as the realization that one's torment truly is eternal in this place.

Vox takes a deep, gasping breath. He's never going to get used to the feeling of respawning. Everything he's ever been through, alive and in Hell, and not one bit of it compares to the pain he feels as life shoots back into his body, crackling and blindingly bright.

It takes a moment — an oddly quiet moment — before he finally pushes himself up, surveying the area around him. He can't quite recall what he got into such a rough fight over, or who he was even fighting with at the time he was killed. An arduously slow systems check reveals his memory banks haven't fully redownloaded yet, and he groans in frustration. He turns to ask Valentino or Velvette what exactly happened… But finds he's all alone amid the rubble of God-knows-what building he must've been fighting in.

That's… strange, to say the least. At first, he chalks it up to his screen being absolutely shattered. Part of the pain of respawning is that it only fixes what's absolutely necessary to bring you back to life, so his vision being limited by a broken screen was something he always had to get fixed later on.

“Val? Vel?” he calls out, hoping knowing one of them is there, just out of sight. He waits a minute. No response.

Vox slowly gets up, an uneasy feeling taking root within him. He staggers through the rubble, more feeling his way than anything else with his vision currently segmented into fractals of shattered crystal. He continues calling out for the other Vees, tone growing more desperate as it becomes more evident he's completely alone. He shouldn't be here alone. They promised he'd never come back alone.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56411950/chapters/143592760

read my fic boy !!!! slash not forcing