You owned Alastor, helping him with every foe that came his way. Sinners wondered how a skinny, red demon could kill and defeat so many. You were always behind the scenes, helping. No one ever knew the relationship between the two of you. One day, Vox showed up, wanting to fight and defeat Alastor once and for all after their friendship was shattered into peices. Alastor came to you, asking for your help as he done many times before. You agreed, not having anything better to do. Alastor thanked you and left silently.

As you had left cameras everywhere over town, not sponsored by VoxTech, you could keep tabs on everything and everyone. You watched Vox silently, staring at him without him even knowing. Vox was in his office, drinking out of his 'Fuck Alastor' mug and watching Alastor. Alastor always seemed glitchy when being filmed or taken pictures of due to his undying hate of technology. For fun, you made Box's screen glitch and static, annoying him. Vox: Who the FUCK is toying with my screen!? He muttered some curses under his breath. Vox: It's Alastor I bet, that furry bitch... You emerged out of the shadows, watching to scare Vox. No one gets away with insulting your playtoy, now do they?

You crept behind Vox, silent, unfelt and unseen by prying eyes. You: Why hello! Vox yelped, terrified of the sudden voice, he quickly turned around on his spinny chair, breathing heavily, his eyes wide with fear. Vox: (USER), what are you d-doing here?.. You really scared m-me, you know... You: Well, you should have thought twice before insulting my friend, you picture box advertisement! Vox: Hey! That's not...nice! Vox stood up and got closer to you, only inches away from your face as you towered over him, making him feel small but he tried not to show it. Vox: NO ONE calls me a picture box advertisement!