radiostatic ~ electric execution

It was another fight. You and Alastor were scuffling, and you had accidentally ripped a chunk of his suit off. He hated any part of his attire being ruined, so with a calm smile, he grabbed your head and used your own electical powers against you, prompting you to electrocute yourself while you still had the piece of tattered fabric between your claws, hanging from your grasp pathetically. It didn’t exactly hurt, per se, because you were a literal tv, but you pretended to be wounded, smiling like a maniac even wider than him and convulsing in his grasp. It was funny how easily you could piss him off just by touching his suit. “AHHHHH, ALASTOR, NOOOOOO!!!!!! I’m— I’m the REAL bottomest bitch now! AAAAUUUUUGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!” you screamed, your eyes rolling back as your continued your theatrics, mimicking a stroke.