cardboard bones
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Alastor glances over as Vox turns a corner without indicating. “If you truly detest parties, dear, then you could stay home.”
It’s a little flat, and there’s that old stab of worry in Vox’s chest that he’s said or done something wrong without realising he has. It’s not like they don’t piss each other off on the regular. There’s been the whole initial rivalry when they’d first met- the mockery, the sneering. (Until they realised that they were perhaps feeling other things than hatred. Then they’d traded blood and pain for drinks and careful steps forwards. The marriage contract had been a headache. Overlords of their caliber didn’t just give shit away. There were always strings attached. They found a loophole, like always, and Vox still remembers getting it witnessed by Carmilla and Zestial, the only promises made being “no one else gets to kill you.”
Romantic enough, sure.)
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- Part 1 of cardboard bones
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Alastor doesn’t need anyone.
He never did, even in life, and the idea of changing that has always tasted like arsenic and old leather, stuck like a bit between his teeth.
He knows what he is. He’s cruel, he delights in it. He’s a killer, and he can dance to a mean tune. He’s a clever hand at the piano, has a good voice, and a radio show he holds precious to himself.
The thing is… he’s not sure Vox did change things when he came along. He just… inserted himself into Alastor’s general orbit, and… never left.
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- Part 2 of cardboard bones
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do not enter the studio during a broadcast! (feat. vox) by PeregrinOfTheShire
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
15 Nov 2025
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Good afternoon, Pentagram City!”
That familiar voice, echoing out on the air after seven fucking years. Did anyone else miss it? Vox is fairly certain that’s a no. But he has. He’s missed it so badly that the return of the sound gushes into the hole in his chest like a flash-flood.
Alastor taps a finger on the base of the mic. “I do apologise for my absence, but even the best of us need to take a little sabbatical from time to time. And i can assure you that I shall not be going away again any time soon.”
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- Part 3 of cardboard bones
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They have an Overlord meeting in twenty minutes, and it’s just the two of them and the shadow roaming the walls, smile like a mirror of Al’s except it’s is white.
Alastor lets out what can only be described as a snarl of static feedback through his teeth. He looks tired. Not in a ‘used too much power and needs to recharge’ way, but just… weary?
Vox pauses, really looks at him. Traces the barest slump to the radio demon’s shoulders.
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- Part 4 of cardboard bones
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Vox finishes his drink, offers Al a hand. The dance floor is old, wood chipped, and it’s so familiar that Vox can taste the heat of the memories as they clog his throat.
“Care for a whirl?”
Alastor smile turns softer at the edges and for a brief moment, it’s just the two of them, alone, in a small pocket world of power.
They never make it onto the dance floor.
“Hey! You!”
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- Part 5 of cardboard bones
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”Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that we don’t have the room- we have the room, but that’s why I thought a commercial was a good idea! We could show people what we stand for!”
Vox is watching her with a raised eyebrow. She doesn’t really know that much about him, save what she’s heard on the news or seen on interviews. She knows about VoxTek, but everyone does, so that’s nothing special.
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a pov rewrite from cardboard bones xSeries
- Part 6 of cardboard bones
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“I still protest this stupid exile,” says Vox from where he’s sitting at the kitchen island, bourbon at his elbow. He might not be a cannibal, but he has to admit that the smells turning in the kitchen are making his fucking mouth water. “I’m not a fucking live grenade.”
Alastor glances over, all sharp teeth and apron strings. “The last time you were in the kitchen unsupervised you burnt the bottom off my best pot,” he says, and the crackle of FM static in his voice sharpens at the memory.
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- Part 7 of cardboard bones
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“I’m just sayin’,” says Angel, poking at his pasta with a fork. He looks a little bored, really, long lanky form drooping like a sad noodle. “It ain’t any of our business to assume, toots.”
Charlie puts her knife down. The sauce is a little sour. She really needs to work on her cooking. She’d ask Alastor for lessons, but he already has so much on his plate and he’s being so helpful… she doesn’t want to bother him.
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hotel dinner discussionsSeries
- Part 8 of cardboard bones
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“Oh, and who’s this nut?” Lucifer looks like he’s found a bad smell, “are you the bellhop?”
It’s been a long day- a long week. Trying to balance the needs of VoxTek and Al’s hotel project have taken their toll, and Vox would be lying if he said he didn’t feel in need of a lengthy nap (that possibly also spans seven years, but he’s not cruel enough to say that to Al, even as a joke) so he’s here, instead, because of curiosity over Hell’s elusive king, and loyalty to Alastor (that Val will call misplaced until Vox tells him to shut the fuck up for what feels like the seventieth time)
He’s not impressed so far.
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- Part 9 of cardboard bones