Blood splattered across Alastor's face as the ax dug deep into his victim's skull. He always killed when he got angry.. But 3 victims in one night? He was more than simply "angry". No, he was furious.

"Radio's dead loser, no one even wants to hear your shitty Swing music anyway!" The voice burned into Alastors brain, only enraging him further. Radio wasn't dead! He still had listeners! He pulled the Ax out and swung it down again, Severing the victim's arm.

"Fuck-" he growled. Leaning back a bit, he looked to the sky "Mother... what am i going to do if radio does die?" Knowing he would never gain a response, he looked to the victim. "Well.. let's deal with you." He moved, grabbing The man's arms, and pulling him towards a workbench. Wiping the blood from his hands, he picked up his phone, which had started ringing. "Hello, Alastor speaking!" He greeted.

"Alastor! It's Rosie!" The cheery voice came from the other side of the line. "I'm calling to see if you have any.. Orders available for purchase!" Alastor glanced over to the three bodies lying near the workbench.
"I do, I have three in fact!" Alastor smiled warmly. "It's always wonderful to hear from you, Rosie dear! Why not come over for some tea? We can have some fresh Sandwiches!"

"That sounds lovely dear!" Rosie's voice held a clear smile as well. "I'll be there in three shakes of a lamb's tail!" And with that the call ended. Oh how Alastor loved Rosie's little quirks. He glanced back to the bodies. At least now he knew there was no way he'd miss any body parts the Niffty would question. Although he was sure she was as twisted as he was. He chuckled softly to himself as he went to work dismembering the three men.

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Rosie pulled up the little driveway and parked her car, greeted by Alastor who stood smiling at the arrival of his friend. "Good Evening Rosie!"

"Good evening Alastor!" Rosie smiled, exiting her vehicle, Hugging Alastor close. "It's always so lovely to see you! What a lovely day today has been!" Alastor smiled more. He enjoyed hearing her stories and was excited to hear about her day today. "Of course It was momentarily spoiled by Susan," She huffed, "But nothing a Few stories from others didn't fix!" She turned to Alastor. "But first. You seem tense.. How was your day?"

Alastor sighed very softly, "It was... well. It was lovely until my show." Rosie's eyes shone with sympathy. "I let a caller's words get to me." He admitted.

"Oh, Alastor-" Rosie moved, placing a hand to Alastors cheek, "Radio will never die. Too many people enjoy podcasts" She smiled sincerely, albeit with sympathy.

"But my show isn't a "podcast" nor do I ever want it to be such!" Rosie sighed softly. He knew eventually he'd have to succumb to such a lowly form of entertainment, but he'd fight it for as long as he could. Rosie just shook her head.

"You know who you can always ask for help from." SHe said softly.

"No. Absolutely not. He wouldn't want me around him anyway." Alastor moved to go inside, leading Rosie gently, "not after everything. But enough of that! Let's have tea and talk about your fabulous day!"

"Oh alright.." Rosie said softly.

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Alastor was now sat in his armchair, looking into the fire. He knew he had to try, Rosie had convinced him that avoiding him for any longer would only further his anger at Alastor. He looked to his rotary phone and sighed. 'I suppose 7 years is enough.. Maybe he forgot?' He moved to the device and took a deep breath in. Hoping that The man had changed his number or simply wouldn't pick up, Alastor dialed the number. It rang once, twice.

"Hello, Vox speaking!"

Fuck