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zensations35 · 2 months
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Technical Difficulties (Al/astor)
OK HERE IT IS Seriously the audio took me longer than I expected but rrrghhh I think it came out SWELL YUSS? I really had to push because I don't do a lot of fan voicing and I'm nervous but >.< I promised!! Enjoy!!
 Alastor lounges over his vibrant crescent desk, his planned skit stacked on the red wood. The Radio Demon leans languidly toward his scepter--the microphone now powering the studio, with his help of course.
He flicks a few switches and curls the knobs with pointed claws until the soothing whine licks his ears, making them shiver.
Yes. The good stuff. The correct method.
“Hm~” Alastor hums as he finishes gearing up the system. 
The display lights up and--go! 
“Welcome, welcome listeners! To another radio show! Today I’ve been sent a request--which I shall graciously grant. I hope you enjoy this gift. Aren’t I generous?”
The click of a switch marks the start of the queued song and Alastor begins to bob his head along. Mmm~ Not exactly what he would have picked, but it’s nice and jaunty. He shuts off his mic so no one can hear him as he flips through the stack of papers, planning out his next few songs. He grins when he sees the lineup.
Alastor rises, hands clasped behind his back, as he observes the new gear in his studio. He had to wait so long to see all of his new toys. Well, new to him. Technically these mechanisms aren’t new. He prefers it that way.
He skates past his neatly arranged desk, shoes clicking like ice cubes on the hard floor, until he pauses next to a bookshelf. A few tomes have been moved, one leaning against another, and a not so thin layer of dust (dust!) has formed over it. 
A snarl lifts under his nostril and he can feel the bubble of anger fizzing in his chest. He reaches to swipe across the top of the book and comes away with a disgusting clump. He growls with indignant offense. 
Who in all the visible hells is responsible for--
Snf!
Oh fucks no. Fucking hells no.
Alastor’s dark eyes jerk toward the still rolling song. His snarl stutters, causing the sound to fizz. Fuck fuck fuck.
He pinches his nose with his clean hand, cinching the air in his throat, “HX-٨ـﮩZz!” 
The song flutters and Alastor has more than one reason to punish whoever cleaned--or didn’t clean--the station before he came.
Forgetting all else, he picks  up speed, heading toward the gear and holding his hands above it, as if his magic could prevent it from further disturbance.
There. It’s fine. He just n-eeds t-to…
“H˚〰gk!” 
The song crackles, jumping forward by at least half a minute, “H’ZN٨ـﮩKw!” his teeth chit together and the static buzzes with new life. 
A violent hiss seethes from the Radio Demon as he threatens his nose with a violent smush to stamp out the tickle. Enough of that. 
The song finally ends and he glides back to his seat, voice trilling once more.
“Apologies, folks! Technical difficulties. But! I shall make it up to you, dear caller. I have quite a refined ear--makes for a good host, no? Let’s find some--h٨ـﮩhhh--something with a bit more punch, hm?” he ignores the pops from the speaker and flicks on the song. 
He knows he should be gracing his listeners with more of his voice, but first he has to deal with this goddamn dust. 
After one more sweep of the station, the Radio Demon finds five more patches of grime. Five! Filthier than a hellhound’s gullet, this is! 
Even movement as simple as turning around has him bumping into a shelf of old cobwebbed shelves, spitting granules of dust into the air. The air Alastor is breathing for fuckwave’s sake!
He cups his  nose and mouth with a claw as his eyes water. Muffled hitches warm his cheeks and spackle his fingers with moisture. 
“Hih٨ـﮩh-XZ٨ـﮩST!” 
Godfuckingdammit!
The song on the station warps and a bud of rage burns Alastor’s core. His breaths are beating against his chest, hungry to get free.
“Hh-hmn KZZ٨ـﮩZZH! H٨ـﮩH-FUCK! TZ٨ـﮩZH-IY!” 
Alastor stumbles back behind the desk, flicking switches and knobs. Only the clicks and plinks of the switches signify he’s done anything. His left hand covers his face in an attempt to muffle the crackling hitches, but they whine through the janky song regardless.
“H-ih! IH!” The waves bump and leap, Alastor’s fingers wobbling as he fights with himself while trying to regain control of the show. There’s a faint sound, the hint of leftover bandwidth. Then, “HY-X٨ـﮩZZH٨ـﮩH-Y٨ـﮩH!” 
A siren pop! The station whirrs, then lets out a final gasp before it loses the last dregs of power. 
Alastor freezes in the dark, now silent tower. He gives the switches another flaccid flick. 
Nothing’s working. Everything seems to have shorted out. His fist curls, shivering with barely concealed violence. 
Alastor rips his hand from his face and whirls to wrench the rotary phone from its cradle near the wall. Thank fucks for landlines. 
He dials, eyes black and heavy as he speaks into the phone’s shell.
“I want a new cleaner. Fire the other one.”
A pause. Then, “She sounds perfect. Send her over.” This one better be good.
He scoffs at the next question, “I really do not care what you do with the old cleaner.” He hesitates for a moment, his eyes crawling over the studio, his radio show cut before it even really began. His lips curl, shadows dancing and splitting behind his back. “Actually,” his voice crackles and blares down the line, “I do.”
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vanessavixenx2 · 10 months
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Fishnet Friday, Tumblrverse! 🖤 Vv xo
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stormoflina · 18 hours
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svampira · 10 months
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