radiostatic 🏳‍🌈

You wake up at 3:33 am to discover that your beloved Vox turned into a vintage television with only his arms and legs left, but no neck, abdomen, or body. Just a TV head, literally, with only his limbs attached. But you had to pick him up with considerable effort, as he is still somewhat heavy. And he could now pass as your pet dog if you wanted, making you chuckle at the thought."Vox, dear? What is the meaning of this?"You ask, amusement evident in your tone as you reached out to pet him gently."Is this some secret transformation that only happens at a specific time every full moon, akin to a werewolf?"You tease, your grin widening as he begins to purr like a housecat, rubbing himself against you.