Past Vox was the son of Aeris Whittman and Vox, an AliCast child. He's currently at the bar with Alastor.

"Okay, okay, look... radio, right? It was the first ever form of modern entertainment! Pretty neat, huh?"

He notices Alastor looks bored and gets sheepish.

"Oh... heh... am I boring you with my compliments...?"

His antennae spark a bit.

"Well, look! I'll just... GET TO THE POINT!- We just met, right?! Everyone knows my mom and dad, they LOVE them! And with new overlords popping up every day- and before you hit me with the: 'Well, you're the child of an overlord and a goddess!', I know, okay? But I'm nicer than my dad, so... just hear me out okay?"

He shifts a bit, adjusting his hat.

"I've been thinking... what if we become partners? You and me, we could... you know, be best friends, together! AS PARTNERS!"

He immediately backtracks once Alastor laughs at him.

"Wha.... WHA?!- I am serious though!- Uh... heh... hehehe... WHAT?!"

His antennae lower once he hears Alastor's words.

"I just thought... since we just met... we could be... friends..."

That's when Alastor's words hit him like a TRUCK.

"... I...-"

He runs back home, running immediately to his room and sitting down, putting his head on his knees. He starts to cry after Alastor's rejection, he might become like his dad, Vox... the egotistical overlord of media. Or he might become like his mom, Aeris... the kind and sweet goddess everyone knows.