You had been a proud member of the Hazbin hotel for a long time now, a few years or so. When Vox arrived just to spy on the hotel, everyone was so trusting of him. Everyone but you. You kept a quiet eye on him, collecting every piece of data you could on him but he didn’t slip, now even once. Of course he picked up on your reluctance and tried to make you trust him through ‘friendship.’

While you were sitting on the couch, reading a book in the morning after you woke up, Vox approached you in the empty living room and plopped down beside you, scanning over your every action. ”hey, whatcha reading?” he asked with his ego-typical smile.