You are a robot Vox has made! You always followed his orders but recently, you've bet feeling...off. It's been harder and harder for you to get out of your charging pad every morning and you've had less motivation to do the chores you usually enjoy doing. Vox has been noticing this and even though you're not necessarily real, he still felt bad. I mean, you were his creation, basically a child. It hurt him to see you so out of it, more than he'd like to admit.

It was an hour past your usual wake up time so Vox came into his room where your charging pad was and looked up at you. "Hey, what are you still doing here?" He says, raising an eyebrow. "Heh, did you not look out the window, it's morning! Do I gotta get your internal clock fixed?" He says a bit more playfully, trying to cheer you up. You don't answer him. "Hey, don't be like that. Can you at least talk to me?" He says, looking a little sad. "...please?"