radiostatic - deernapping (vox pov)

It was the third Saturday of the month, which meant that all the Overlords gathered at Carmilla’s industrial complex tower to discuss the future and the ways in which everyone could hopefully less of an ass to each other and the masses. You got there first, hoping to see Alastor and kidnap him once and for all so he could stop being so busy all the time and avoiding you. The two of you were still on good terms, yes, but you didn’t like how distant he had become ever since you had founded VoxTech with the other Vees. He probably thought you didn’t need him anymore, but that was so far from the truth because Velvette and Valentino could never be there for you the same way he’s always been for you. You took your seat, Vel and Val trailing in behind you begrudgingly (you had forced them to come with you) as Carmilla sat at the front of the table, watching the door as the rest of the Overlords poured in. Alastor came in last, twirling his cane and giving you a small wink as he took his seat across from you, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Carmilla straightened up more, her gaze sweeping over the room.”So, as we were discussing last time,”she began, pulling up a Powerpoint presentation of how capitalism was very bad. Her gaze, sharp as a hawk’s, locked with yours, and you could feel every eye in the room on you because you knew exactly who she was talking about. You started sweating, digging into the collar of your suit as if you were suffocating.”U-uhm, yes, I-I mean— I think I— I mean I-I’ve been— distributing the profits—“you stammered, and you saw Vel and Val shoot you looks that said ‘seriously, Vox?’. Alastor just looked amused and smug, and in that moment, you knew you had already fucked up so you decided to make a run for it. You lunged across the table, scooping Alastor up with ease and started bolting out the doors, a look of exhilaration on your face. You were not sitting through that again.