AN: I love how most of you were so worried about Vox's living situation as if I'd forgotten, lol. All you had to do was wait one more chapter for him to reveal everything and get it sorted out. Anyway, I hope this makes you all feel better. Thanks for reading :)

Disclaimer: Nope, I still do not own Hazbin Hotel. Vivienne Medrano does.

Nearly an hour had passed since the others departed for the ruins that were once the Hazbin Hotel and Alastor had yet to wake. Vox had checked on him about five minutes ago, wanting to make sure his friend was still sleeping peacefully. Upon returning to his seat in Rosie's sitting room, the man glanced at where he'd left the pieces of Al's staff sitting the night before. He was thankful he'd remembered to grab them when he'd changed clothes back at V Tower. If he'd forgotten his friend's power conduit, that could have caused a lot of trouble. You see, every sinner has a weak spot. Something that if taken out can cause them to lose much of their power. For Alastor it's his mic and for Vox his screen or, more specifically, his left eye. That's why, the one time Val had cracked his screen, he'd been powerless to stop him as the damage had been to his left side.

Thinking about his former friends (Cause that's what they were now, right?) sent a pang through his heart. Sure they hadn't always been the nicest but... they'd been all he had besides Al and Rosie. As ridiculous as it may seem, he misses them. They turned against him in the blink of an eye, fucking threw him out of his own home, and didn't show ever a shred of remorse. What's he expect, though, this is Hell. Still, he knew Alastor would never do such a thing. The older sinner may be crazy but he had damn good morals when it came to those he cared about.

"Is everything alright, dear?" Rosie spoke up, startling him as she placed a steaming cup of coffee on the small table beside where he sat. "You look as if something's on your mind."

"It's nothing, Rosie." He replied, not wanting to be a bother.

Sure he was now homeless, without all his equipment, and had no money until he went to a bank, but hey... things could be worse.

"Uh-huh," The female overlord uttered, one eyebrow raised as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I don't believe that for one moment. Alastor's been bringing you around here long enough for me to know when you're lying, so why don't you tell me the real reason you're upset."

Swearing under his breath at how perceptive the woman could be, Vox gave in to her demands. What choice did he have? He knew she wouldn't stop pestering him until she got what she wanted. Rosie could be a bit of a busybody at times, even though she usually had good intentions.

"I'm not a member of the Vees anymore," the TV Demon revealed, not meeting her eyes. "They kicked me out when I told them about my friendship with Alastor and by 'kicked out' I mean literally... straight out the fucking door. Told me not to bother coming back."

"Oh my, that is something, isn't it?" The cannibal pondered, eyes narrowed in concern. "And you're sure they aren't just overreacting? Sometimes people can get a little possessive of the ones they care about. When that happens, they can see it as a betrayal if you're friendly with ones who aren't the possessive party."

"I don't know," he admitted, hands clasped in front of him to stop the trembling. "It all happened so fast. One minute they were worried about me and treating my injuries, the next they were screaming in my face about how I chose Al over them and wouldn't let me say a word in defense."

There was silence for a moment following his statement before the woman placed a kind hand on his shoulder.

"Hmm, I'd give them some time to think about their actions." She stated, a firm resolve filling her voice. "If they regret their decision they'll reach out to you, if not, you cut your losses and move on. The first thing we should do is find you a place to live."

Upon receiving a nod from the younger overlord, Rosie continued.

"You know you're always welcome to stay here, sweetheart, but I think the hotel may be good for you." She revealed, causing his face to jerk up to meet her gaze. "You have a tendency to get wrapped up in your own head, not unlike a certain Radio Demon we both know. When that happens, it would be best to have people around who can pull you out of it. So far, you've only had a few people who could do so. I think it's about time you make more friends and those people would be a good place to start."

He took a moment to think over her words. It was true. The only close ties he had in Hell were with Alastor, Rosie, and the other Vees. It might be nice to be able to depend on others more often. Coming to a decision, the blue sinner met her eyes once more, determination shining on his face.

"You know, Husk offered to let me move to the hotel and I think I might take him up on it." Vox declared, smiling at the woman's triumphant nod.

"Then I suggest you speak with Alastor when he wakes up." She responded, a happy look in her dark eyes. "I'm sure he'll be able to get the details sorted out in no time and I know for a fact that Charlie will be overjoyed at having you, even if you're not planning on giving redemption a try. After all, she'll have two powerful overlords to defend the place."

He nodded, hope igniting in his heart at the thought of what the future may hold. With a final pat on the shoulder, Rosie walked off to get ready before opening the shop for the day, leaving him alone with his thoughts once more. Maybe by moving to the Hazbin Hotel, he'll finally be able to keep Al out of trouble... it's a long shot though. That demon is like a magnet, attracting trouble wherever he goes. Even so, he wouldn't want him any other way.

-XXX-XXX-XXX-

Waking up is a slow process, though this time he finds himself alone and in much less pain than the previous time. Alastor sighed in relief, the pills Rosie had given him worked wonders. Pushing himself up to a seated position, he let the blanket pool in his lap while he glanced at a nearby clock, finding he'd slept through lunch as it was nearing dinner. At that revelation, his stomach grumbled in protest. He took a moment to think, trying to decide whether he should attempt to make it to the kitchen and risk Rosie's wrath at seeing him out of bed or simply put up with the gnawing hunger. The choice was taken out of his hands a moment later when the door opened, revealing Vox standing there with a tray.

"Hey, good to see you awake." His friend stated, moving to set the tray on the bedside table. "I thought you were going to sleep the entire day. Not that I'd have minded, you need to rest, but still... it was getting pretty damn boring around here with the others gone and Rosie busy in the shop. You're lucky she even had time to make you food."

"The others aren't here?" Alastor asked, curiosity overriding his empty stomach for the time being. "Where did they all venture off to, hmm?"

"Charlie said something about rebuilding the hotel now that you're not about to fucking die on us," Vox revealed, taking a seat in the chair beside the bed before handing him a bowl from the tray. "She's got hefty goals in mind, that's for sure. Sounds like the place is gonna be bigger and better than it was before the collapse."

Alastor hummed to show he was listening as he took a moment to inspect the food, finding a thick porridge with fresh blackberries mixed in. The sight caused his smile to widen and he took a bite with a moan of pleasure. He may not be a fan of sweet things but berries had always been a weakness of his and this was one of his favorite dishes as it reminded him of his old life in Louisiana.

"Speaking of the hotel," his friend spoke once more after allowing him a few minutes to eat in silence. "I'm thinking of moving in there once it's rebuilt."

Letting his spoon fall back into the bowl with a soft clink, Alastor turned to face the other overlord with an inquisitive expression, ears perked as he tried to decipher the hidden motives behind Vox's words. With the way the other male's eyes refused to meet his, the Radio Demon knew that whatever was going on was deeply troubling his friend.

"What about the Vees? Surely they'll be upset at you leaving?" He asked, anger filling his heart when he noticed how Vox fought back a flinch at the mention of his comrades.

Taking a calming breath, Alastor set his bowl aside and reached out to take Vox's hand in a firm grip.

"Tell me what happened." He demanded, leaving no room for the other to refuse.

By the time the TV Demon had finished telling him what happened while he was unconscious, Alastor was fuming. He couldn't imagine how he would have felt if Vox turned his back on him for being friends with Charlie and the others. For his best friend to be going through such a thing, for seemingly no reason save for the fact that Velvette and Valentino were jealous of their relationship, made him see red. If he were stronger, the shadows in the room would have been climbing the walls while his eyes turned to radio dials. Right now, however, he could do nothing but cling tightly to the hand he was holding as his mind raced with all the ways he could exact revenge for how Vox had been treated.

"It seems I may need to pay your former associates a little visit, haha!" He laughed, tilting his head menacingly before catching the younger sinner's amused gaze.

"You're not going anywhere till you're fully healed, asshole, unless it's back to the hotel once it's rebuilt." Vox chided, lightly smacking him on the back of the head. "Besides, without your staff, you wouldn't stand a chance against one overlord, much less two."

Alastor's ears drooped, eyes turning away in shame as he released the hand he'd been holding to cross his arms in a sort of self-hug. He knew that without his conduit he'd be at a severe disadvantage, even so, he still wished he could do something to help his friend instead of sitting here like a bump on a log.

"Don't worry, once you're back on your feet you'll be able to mend your mic and everything will go back to normal," Vox assured, chuckling slightly as he continued. "Well, mostly normal I suppose. After all, If I move into the hotel I'll be around more often."

The thought of having his friend closer did cheer him up slightly and Alastor felt his smile grow more genuine.

"Would Charlie let me have a monitor room, you think?" Vox asked and the Radio Demon could hear the worry in his voice as his companion's eyebrows furrowed. "I do a lot of my work from there and it would be easier if I had a similar setup to what I'm used to. If it's too much trouble, though, I'd understand."

"Do not fret, old pal. I'll talk to her once she returns." Alastor reassured, knowing that Vox was much like himself with how particular he could be when it came to what he was passionate about, namely his company. "If the princess' plans for the new hotel are as grand as you say, I'm sure we can find adequate space for anything you require."

Seeing a look of relief settle on the other demon's face, Al's smile grew softer. He felt horrible for what Vox had gone through because of him, if there was anything he could do now to lighten the load he would. Then, once he was healed, he would have a nice chat with the other Vees... without Vox knowing, of course. For now, he'd just have to wait and bide his time.

Just then, Rosie pushed the door open, a tender smile on her face. "Mind if I join you boys, I just closed up shop and wouldn't mind some company while I worked on my knitting."

The two males smiled in turn, neither protesting as the woman made her way into the room and pulled a second chair up to the bed. Alastor finished his food in silence, took some more painkillers Rosie offered, then begged his friend for a pair of needles and yarn so he could work on his own project while Vox began doing something on his phone. It wasn't long before they were deep in conversation, the three reminiscing on times gone by while working on their respective tasks.

-XXX-XXX-XXX-

It was getting late by the time they returned to Rosie's for the night so Charlie was surprised to find the lights still on in Alastor's room when she went to check on him. Carefully cracking the door open, she smiled as she saw the three overlords gathered around the bed, talking softly amongst themselves with happy faces. It was a touching sight, one that filled her with endless warmth. This was just another thing that proved there was good to be had in Hell. Seeing this, she knew she couldn't give up. Even if it took centuries to achieve her goals she was sure she could do it one day as long as she stayed determined. Knocking on the door before pushing it the rest of the way open, she waited for a reply.

The conversation ceased before Vox's voice called out, "Come on in, princess."

"Hey, Al," she said, entering the room with a smile before asking, "How are you tonight?"

As she stood there, waiting for an answer, Rosie got to her feet and excused herself, saying she would turn in for the night. The older overlord leaned down, placing a soft kiss on Alastor's forehead before doing the same to Vox. She then made her way out of the room, but not before giving Charlie a little wave as she walked by. Turning back to the remaining demons, she walked over to take Rosie's vacated seat.

"I'm doing well. Nothing I can't handle." Alastor answered, at last, a reassuring look in his red eyes. "Though we do have something we'd like to discuss with you, Charlie."

Tilting her head in curiosity, the Princess of Hell glanced between the two males. Vox looked slightly uncertain while Al was smiling in the way he does when he's about to reveal something that could majorly affect the hotel. Taking a calming breath, she was about to ask what they wanted to talk about when Vox spoke up.

"I think we'd be better off waiting till morning to have this conversation if you don't mind, princess. You see, this stubborn fucker decided he wouldn't go back to sleep until he knew you'd gotten back safely." He said, glancing at Alastor with concern before addressing him. "Now that they've returned, it's time for you to rest. Don't try and fight it, Al, I can tell you're exhausted."

As if a flip were switched, Charlie watched as Alastor's shoulders slumped, the smile on his face becoming slightly strained as he turned away. Feeling bad for the man who prided himself on never showing weakness, the woman reached out and patted his hand where it rested in his lap. She can only imagine how difficult this must be for him. Hopefully what they're planning will make him feel better. In the meantime, she'll just have to do her best to keep his spirits up.

"Don't worry, Alastor, I'll make sure to come talk to you first thing in the morning before we head back out to the hotel." She informed cheerily, getting a small nod in return as his hands tightened their grip on his blanket. "Hey, it's okay to be tired after what you went through. Give yourself time to heal, please, I'm worried about you pushing yourself too hard."

"I haven't done anything since I woke up besides lie here, how could I be pushing myself?" He asked, confusion dripping from his voice.

Chuckling slightly, she shook her head, seeing Vox's amused expression from the corner of her eye as she smiled at the deer.

"You're impossible," she laughed, smiling gently at the demon. "Get some rest and I'll see you in the morning."

"Very well,' the Radio Demon replied, a warm look in his eyes. "Sweet dreams, my dear."

"Sweet dreams, Alastor," she said, turning back to look over her shoulder. "You too, Vox. Goodnight."

"Night, princess," the other male responded and then she was out of the room, heading down the hallway to join Vaggie.

The next morning she grabbed some breakfast they could share before making her way to Alastor's room once more. She wasn't surprised in the slightest to find Vox already there, an exasperated look on his face as he stared at the other sinner.

"Oh, I see you're both awake," Charlie voiced, handing out the plates of toast she'd brought along.

"This bastard's been up since the crack of dawn," Vox responded, throwing a thumb toward the man in question.

Alastor merely rolled his eyes before saying, "Charlie said she would return in the morning. I simply wanted to be ready for when she did so. It's unbecoming to keep a lady waiting, you know."

"Yeah, yeah, just make sure to rest later, alright?" The TV Demon demanded, running a weary hand down his screen.

Smile widening the slightest bit, Al nibbled his toast, taking his time before answering as Charlie took her seat from the previous night.

"As you wish, my dear friend." The man said at last before turning to face her. "Now, let us get down to business."

"Yes, right," Charlie exclaimed nervously, straightening to be at attention. "What is it you need to discuss?"

fidgeting drew her attention to the other overlord and she noticed how Vox was quick to cover up a worried look when she turned to face him. It made concern spike through her heart for a moment. Hopefully, whatever was going on was something she could help with.

"You see, it turns out Vox had a bit of a falling out with his comrades and was, in turn, kicked out of V Tower," Alastor revealed and she sucked in a harsh breath as she turned sad eyes on the blue sinner. "He is currently searching for a place to live and was wondering if you'd allow him to take up residence at the hotel even though he is not seeking redemption at this time."

Taking a moment to compose her thoughts, the princess turned to face Vox with a worried frown. He was looking anywhere but at her, as if too ashamed to meet her gaze. She felt awful! Had he been kicked out because he'd helped Alastor or was there some other reason? She didn't know but it didn't matter to her one bit. Vox had proven himself to be kind and considerate when it came to his friends. He'd help save Alastor's life! If there was anything she could do to return the favor, she would.

"Of course he can live at the hotel." Charlie declared, before turning to the TV Demon. "Vox, we'd be honored to have you. You've done so much for us already and I'd love the opportunity to repay you. Is there anything else you need besides a room?"

"Um, well, if I could get a monitor room or something so I can continue my work, that would be great." He said and she smiled warmly, nodding in understanding.

"That will be perfectly fine," the princess expressed, already making plans for where it could go. "Alastor has his radio tower so it's only fair for you to be able to work from the hotel as well. Just let me know whatever you need for your job, okay? Then we can plan it all out and get started on construction."

The look he gave her was one of pure gratitude and Charlie felt as if her heart would burst with glee. They were getting another member for the hotel! Even if he wasn't a resident, he would still be an important member of their family and, taking a look at Alastor's pleased expression, she knew she'd made the right decision. Hopefully with Vox around, Al wouldn't have as much pressure on his shoulders. After all, with two overlords residing there, who would dare attack the Hazbin Hotel?