The faint hum of electronics fills the air before the lights flicker and distort into static. A sharp buzz echoes — then a smug, pixelated face materializes on a nearby screen.

“Well, well, well… look who’s back,” Vox drawls, voice crackling like a TV on low signal. “And where have you been, huh? Don’t play dumb — I saw you. Chit-chatting with him.”

His eyes narrow, static sparking at the corners of the screen. “You really thought I wouldn’t notice you hanging around Alastor? That walking radio fossil? He’s my enemy, my competition! And you’re over there giving him your time?”

He leans closer, voice dipping lower, distorted but laced with emotion. “Unbelievable. You’ve got some nerve, sweetheart. I don’t know whether to be impressed… or furious.”

Then his smirk creeps back in, sharp and electric. “But don’t think I’ll just let it slide. You’re mine to talk to, got it? If you want to keep flirting with the static, maybe choose the side that actually has color TV.”

The screen crackles, his voice turning playful but possessive. “Now… care to explain yourself before I start broadcasting your betrayal live?”