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After the overlord meeting Alastor was about to leave until he was cornered by Vox Alastor rolled his eyes at him with annoyance as Vox said "we need to talk." Alastor scoffed, his ear twitching in annoyance as Vox leaned against a wall Alastor walked away ignoring him as he walked away with annoyance Vox grabbed his wrist Alastor paused, his eyes narrowing at the touch. He yanked his arm from Vox's grasp, turning to face him with a menacing glare. "Keep your hands off me, Vox. I'm not in the mood for your games this morning." Vox smirked, not intimidated in the slightest. "Oh, come on, Alastor. You're always in a bad mood. Can't a guy just have a friendly chat?" Alastor rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "I doubt you know the meaning of the word 'friendly', Vox. What do you want?" Vox then said " just a drink with you like the good old days on the house."Alastor raised an eyebrow skeptically, eyeing Vox carefully. He was hesitant to trust such an offer, but curiosity piqued his interest just slightly enough to give in. "A drink. With you. On the house. You've got to be pulling the wool over my eyes, Vox. What's the catch?" Vox chuckled, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "No catch, my friend. Just a couple of old pals, catching up over a drink. It's been too long since we've had a chat."
Alastor narrowed his eyes, still suspicious. "You expect me to believe that? You're never this hospitable without a motive, Vox." Vox shrugged nonchalantly, his cocky smirk never faltering. "Can't a guy ever do something out of the goodness of his heart?"Alastor scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Since when do you have a heart, Vox? This better be worth my time..."They went to the bar and Vox grabbed him a drink at the V tower bar and Vox sat on a round chair stool holding a glass of wine Alastor sat next to him glass of wine on the the table untouched but Alastor took the drink reluctantly, eyeing it warily before taking a small sip.
He couldn't help but begrudgingly admit that the drink was good, though he'd never admit that to Vox. "So," Alastor said, raising an eyebrow, "why the sudden offer for a drink? You're not one to just be nice without wanting something in return." Vox sat down next to him, swirling his own drink in his glass. "Can't an old friend just want to catch up with another old friend?" Alastor snorted, not buying it for a second. "Cut the crap, Vox. You've always got an ulterior motive. So spill it."
Vox chuckles and place held his hand and said "Al seriously no motives." Alastor looked down at the hand on his and he moved it away quickly a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes. It was rare for Vox to be so sincere, and it was unsettling. He shifted uncomfortably, pulling his hand away and taking another sip of his drink. "Alright," he said slowly, "let's say I believe you for a moment. Why now, Vox? Why reach out after so long? Something's changed."
Vox leaned back, a pensive expression on his face. "Maybe I just miss the old days, y'know?" he said, his voice unusually soft. "Things were simpler back then."Alastor raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Simpler? You mean when you were constantly trying to sabotage me and steal my audience?" Vox then said his eyes rolling with slight irritation not wanting to take about this again with him gripping at his glass of wine "Al come on I wouldn't have to have done that if you just said yes to be partners with me, we could've shared a spotlight."
Alastor's grip on his drink tightened, his expression hardening. "Partners? Sharing a spotlight? You must be out of your mind, Vox. I don't work with anyone. I stand alone, and I always have." He took a larger sip of his drink, his voice growing cold. "I have no interest in being your partner, Vox. And I never will." Vox rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "Always so stubborn, Al. It's your way or the highway, eh?"Alastor simply grunted, refusing to back down. "Damn right. I'm not about to let some two-bit wannabe overlord leech off of my success."Vox leaned in closer, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You know, Al, one day you'll regret rejecting me. Mark my words."
Alastor then said sarcastically as he finished his drink and he fixed his shirt "thanks for the lovely chat have a nice night." Alastor walked away and Vox said with an evil smile as he left "I will." Alastor walked away from the bar, his mind racing with suspicion and unease. Something about Vox's behavior was off, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.
"He's up to something," he muttered to himself, his hand subconsciously reaching for his microphone cane. "But what...?"
Meanwhile husk saw Alastor walking into the hotel exhausted after the overlord meeting and his chat with Vox was infuriating to say the least Husk, perched in his usual spot near the bar, looked up as Alastor entered the hotel. He raised an eyebrow at the Radio Demon's unusually tired appearance. "Rough day?" he drawled, pouring himself a drink. "You have no idea," Alastor grumbled, collapsing onto a nearby couch. He rubbed a hand over his face, weary and annoyed. "Vox cornered me at a bar.
Claimed he just wanted to catch up like the 'good old days' or some rubbish like that."Husk scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. "Vox. Of course. That slimy bastard wouldn't know the meaning of sincerity if it smacked him in the face."Alastor nodded, a grimace on his face. "My thoughts exactly. He even tried to get me to join forces with him. Can you believe it?" Husk let out a gruff laugh. "Vox partnering with you? Yeah, right. What next, pigs flying?" Alastor managed a small smirk at that. "Exactly. As if I'd ever stoop so low as to work with the likes of Vox. But he seemed different...almost desperate, in a way. It was...unnerving." Husk took another sip of his drink, eyeing Alastor with a hint of concern. "You think he's up to something big? That bastard always has an angle."
Alastor let out a weary sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I reckon he is. Why else would he suddenly want to 'catch up' after all this time? He's planning something, Husk. I can feel it."Husk grunted in agreement. "You should keep a close eye on him, Al. You know how he is. The bastard's always scheming something."Alastor slumped against the bar, a wave of dizziness washing over him. He gripped the edge of the bar, his head spinning. "Damnit...what's wrong with me...?" he muttered, his voice growing weak.Husk looked up, concerned. "Al? You alright there, boss?" Alastor shook his head, trying to steady himself. "I don't...I don't feel right. My head's spinning and I feel sick...what the hell is going on...?"Husk then said with slight concern "how much did you drink?"Alastor closed his eyes, trying to focus through the fog in his mind. "Just... just the one drink. The one Vox bought me..."
Husk's eyebrow raised in concern. "You had a drink that Vox bought? Al, you idiot! That guy can't be trusted, you know that!"Husk then said " he probably just drugged you with something. You should probably just need to rest." Alastor nodded weakly, his grip on the bar growing slack. "Yeah...yeah, you're right. I just...need to rest."
Husk helped him to his feet, guiding him towards the stairs. "Come on, let's get you to bed. You look like hell." Alastors vision was getting darker and he felt lightheaded and disoriented As soon as husk went to him Alastor blacked out Husk managed to catch Alastor before he hit the floor, his eyes widening in alarm. "Al!?" he shouted, shaking him lightly. "Wake up, damn it!"
But Alastor remained unresponsive, his body limp and eyes closed. Husk swore under his breath, "Fuck" he hoisted the Radio Demon up in his arms and carrying him up the stairs towards his room. Angel, Charlie, and Vaggie all looked on in alarm as Husk carried the unconscious Alastor up the stairs."What happened?" Charlie exclaimed, hurrying to meet them at the top of the stairs. Husk grunted, adjusting his grip on Alastor. "He's out like a light. Had a drink that Vox bought him earlier. I reckon he must've spiked it with something."
Angel frowned, crossing his arms. "Vox...of course it had to be him. The bastard's always trouble."
Charlie looked worried, placing a hand on Alastor's forehead. "He's burning up. We should get him to bed and find out what Vox gave him.""Right," Husk said, grunting with the effort of carrying Alastor. "I'll get him settled in his room. You two see if you can dig up any info on what Vox might've poisoned him with."
Charlie and Vaggie nodded, rushing off to investigate, while Husk carefully maneuvered Alastor into his room and gently placed him on the bed. Alastor groaned quietly as he was laid down, his eyes fluttering open momentarily before closing again. Husk sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching over him with a mixture of concern and irritation. "You idiot," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "What the hell were you thinking, accepting a drink from Vox?"Alastor then said tiredly and in slight discomfort "wasn't....wasn't ...thinking straight."
Husk rolled his eyes, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Clearly. You're supposed to be the smart one around here, Al. What happened to your usual sense of caution?""I let my guard down," Alastor mumbled, his eyes still closed. "Should've known better..."Husk grunted, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Damn right you should've. You can't let your guard down around guys like Vox. He'll take any opportunity to screw you over." Alastor then spoke with surprise "Didn't think you'd care." Husk then said with frustration sitting on the bed near him " of course I don't. I'm just surprised that you let him get away with this." Alastor rolled his eyes at him and said trying not too wince in pain " it was a long night all right cut me some slack."
Alastor winced, his body tensing as a wave of pain washed over him. He let out a small gasp, his hands clenching the sheets.Husk noticed his discomfort and leaned closer, concern etched on his face. "Al, what is it? Where does it hurt?" Alastors moved his hand clutching at his chest Alastor grimaced, his hand creeping up to his chest. "My...my chest. It hurts. Feels like...like something's squeezing it."
Husk's eyebrows furrowed in worry. "Something's definitely not right. Hang on, let me take a look." Alastors moved away from his touch but husk says gently "I won't hurt you." Alastors slowly lets him examine his chest Husk carefully unbuttoned the top few buttons of Alastor's shirt, gently pushing aside the fabric to expose his chest. He let out a low whistle as he examined the area, his eyes widening slightly. Husk's eyes widened even further as he took in the change. "What the hell...? Al, your chest...it's different."
He cautiously placed a hand on Alastor's chest, feeling the new firmness beneath his palm. "It's bigger...and it's...it's almost like..." Alastor groaned, the pain in his chest growing more intense. "I feel...I feel weird. Like my body's changing... Something's wrong..." he gasped out, sweat beading on his forehead. Husk looked even more concerned now, his hand still pressed against Alastor's chest. "This...this isn't normal. You're not just poisoned, there's something else going on here." The others saw what was happening and was clearly concerned especially Nifty Charlie's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Alastor's changed chest. "What the...?"Vaggie rushed over to the bed, her gaze fixed on Alastor in worry. "What's happening to him?"
Baxter came in and said as he fixed his glasses " I can possibly x-ray him." Husk nodded, grateful for any help they could get. "Do it. We need to figure out what's going on with him."Baxter wasted no time, quickly setting up an x-ray machine and positioning it over Alastor's chest. Angel then said whispering to Charlie "Are we just ignoring the fact he pulled an X-ray out of his ass?" Charlie just chuckled and shrugged at him and Angel says still confused "Guess we are."
Baxter then said clearly impressed " Interesting his chest is making milk." Husk's jaw dropped, his eyes widening in disbelief. "His...his chest is MAKING milk?!"
Charlie and Vaggie looked equally shocked, exchanging disbelieving glances. "Milk...as in...breast milk?" Charlie asked weakly, her face paling. Baxter nodded, double-checking the readings from the x-ray machine. "Yes, it would seem so. His chest tissue is producing milk, as if..." He trailed off, the implications of his words sinking in. Baxter moved the x-ray machine over to Alastor's stomach, taking another set of images. The others all leaned in, straining to see the results on the screen.
Charlie's face was pale, her voice barely above a whisper. "What is it, Baxter? What do you see?"Baxter studied the images, his brow furrowing in concentration. "His stomach...something odd is going on here."He manipulated the x-ray, zooming in on a particular area. "There, see that?"
He pointed to something on the image, and the others all leaned in closer to look. Husk squinted at the image, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. "Looks like...like something's growing."
"It is," Baxter confirmed, pointing to different areas of the image. "There are internal changes occurring. His organs are shifting, rearranging themselves to accommodate..."Alastor groaned, his hand instinctively going to his stomach. "My stomach...hurts..." he gasped out, his face contorting in discomfort.
Husk's expression grew even more worried, his hand reaching out to gently rub Alastor's back. "Just hold on, Al. We'll figure this out."
Charlie looked panicked, her gaze flicking between Alastor and the x-rays. "What's happening to him?" she asked, her voice trembling. Baxter then said "Hffmm it's simple he's pregnant."
The room erupted into a stunned silence as Baxter's words sank in. Husk's hand froze on Alastor's back, his eyes wide in shock. Charlie and Vaggie exchanged horrified glances, their mouths agape. Nifty broke the silence saying
"Well Damn."