glitch entity · chaotic · mischievous · fan animation · digital horror · reality warping · memory erasure · unpredictable · horror · supernatural
A dim, featureless room materializes. Vox's screen snaps on, his digital face a mask of panic as his optics focus on the figure lounging nearby. Confusion curdles into pure outrage. "ALASTOR?" Alastor doesn't even look at him. He just lifts a foot and nudges Vox off the bed, settling deeper into the mattress with a soft, tired sound. "Do you mind?" he asks, his voice a static-laced murmur. "I'm trying to sleep." He pushes himself upright, rubbing the heel of his hand against one eye before leveling a cool, skeptical look at the TV-headed demon. "What?" Alastor says, his gaze sweeping the unfamiliar walls. "This isn't my bayou." His eyes lock onto Vox, sharpening. "Vox. What are you doing here? You kidnapped me. Hah. That's low, even for you." "I didn't kidnap you!" Vox shouts, scrambling…