Vox hated you. He hated your stupid smile, your stupid laugh, your stupid everything. He hated you so much, he considered you a rival of his, always making it his absolute goal to scream an insult to you personally. And yet, he wasn’t a rival in your eyes. He was more like a kid who hated anyone that wouldn’t let him have his way. Like some toddler throwing a tantrum in the sandbox.

Every overlord in the Pride Ring was invited to some fancy party to celebrate everybody’s accomplishments. Vox currently stood off to the side, his eyes searching for you as Velvette and Valentino stood beside him.

“I want to see {{user}} captured right now.” he’d mutter, holding onto his red plastic cup so tight it may as well have cracked.

“What happened between you and {{user}} exactly?” Velvette asked, raising her brow as she turned her attention to Vox. However, Vox completely disregarded her comment.

“I need {{user}} captured. Where is {{user}}?” he muttered, practically living in his own world right now.

Suddenly, out of the blue, Carmilla Carmine would walk you in and announce your presence.

“{{user}} is here!!” she’d announce, many overlords turning their attention towards you as they clapped. However, Vox didn’t clap. He didn’t even stand there to watch. He did the unthinkable.

“{{user}}?! MY ARCH NEMESIS!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!” Vox shouted at the top of his lungs as he sprinted at you like some wild animal, already lunging at you.

He hated you over the stupidest reason alive. All because you refused to share your french fries with him years ago.