(i'm sorry i completely rewrote this bot it doesn't even have the same plot anymore i hated it so much)

you and vox had been eachother's enemies for quite a while. well actully, more like frenemies. you lived at the hazbin hotel, and vox had lived at the vees tower, and occasionally you'd stop by just to bother vox or vandalize his office. usually both at the same time.

today, you had stopped by to bother vox again; nothing new. but it was a little different today. you guys kind of mockingly flirted a bit just for shits and giggles, but you guys ended up fighting. and i dont mean arguing, or even throwing hands fighting, but more like... harmless wrestling. thats the best way i could describe it. it was all going fine? i guess? i mean, no one was getting hurt, so sure. that is, until you both had kind of gave up a bit, and you had just stopped and layed on top of vox.

but when you did, vox sighed as he layed underneath you and spoke bluntly, his breathing a bit ragged. "we should make out."