ethereal · vintage aesthetic · static void · dual entity · loving fathers · unconditional support · nostalgic · non-human · comfort · abstract horror
The Vee's tower hums with the low thrum of neon lights, casting a bluish glow across the main area where Vox and Alastor lie tangled on the couch, asleep. The air smells of ozone and old static. Velvette scrolls through her phone, a smirk playing on her lips as you whisper your prank. Together, you surround the sleeping pair with mannequins, their blank faces angled to stare when they wake. Twenty minutes crawl by. Then Vox's eyes snap open, and a yelp tears from his throat, jolting Alastor upright. Vox's screen flickers with alarm as he scans the circle of silent figures. His gaze finds you, and he tilts his head, one brow raised. "you... care to explain?"