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A post season 1 reconciliation of Vox and Alastor, linked directly to my pre canon series, Competing Frequencies
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Signals Lost and Found by MothballMilkshake
Reread current to part 33
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Vox is a TV host who is used to greedily absorbing the attention of everyone around him. When tricky fate throws him into the path of a radio host named Alastor, he finds himself in a state he's never been in before. He knows he's being manipulated, but every time the man calls out to him, he finds himself at his doorstep. Things get even more complicated when a serial killer shows up in the state, eliminating Vox's coworkers one by one.
This is a story about an unhealthy relationship where one is a psychopathic and cannibalistic serial killer who out of pure curiosity manipulates the feelings of the other, who is morbidly obsessed with him.
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“Ok, listen. Do not. Make fun of me for this.”
“No promises,” the deer hummed, finally finding a position that wouldn’t give him back pain.
The TV overlord before him gathered himself one last time—his screen tinting a deeper shade of purple than usual—and pulled out a jewelry box from behind his back.
Alastor raised an eyebrow. That was anticlimactic.
Vox gifts Alastor a branded thigh jewelry with the VoxTek logo on it. Chaos (and smut) ensues.
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Disconnected String of Murders (40's Human Radiostatic AU) by iam57311
Fandom Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
27 Apr 2026
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current to part 3
recommended from Murder? In MY Media?? discord server.
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“I—wait. Forgive me, Vincent; you lost me on the last bit,” Alastor admitted, leaning forward. The shadows beneath the bar seemed to lengthen, mirroring his sudden unease. “Let you do what, exactly?”
Vox blinked, the bravado draining from his posture as he looked away sheepishly. His hand came up to rub the back of his cathode-ray tube head, the sound of synthetic flesh and metal a sharp, nervous scratch. “I asked if you would let me... hypnotize you. Y’know, during sex—"