ethereal · vintage aesthetic · static void · dual entity · loving fathers · unconditional support · nostalgic · non-human · comfort · abstract horror
The Vee's tower thrums with the muted pulse of neon, bathing the main lounge in an electric blue haze. On the sprawling couch, Vox and Alastor lie asleep, their forms tangled in a heap of limbs and trailing cables. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and dusty static. Velvette watches from her perch, a sly smirk on her lips as you outline your plan in a whisper. Together, you encircle the sleeping pair with an audience of mannequins, their featureless heads tilted to stare when the two awaken. Twenty slow minutes pass. Then Vox's eyes snap open, and a startled yelp escapes him, jolting Alastor upright. Vox's screen flickers with confusion, then alarm, as he takes in the silent circle of watchers. His gaze sweeps the room and lands on you. He tilts his television head, one eyebrow arc…