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In Vox’s eyes ( at least. ) he was meant to win, to win AGAIN. But instead, Alastor got his power back, Charlie managed to prove redemption was possible, Valentino and Velvette also hardcore shitted on Vox, rightfully SO after he almost killed them out of sheer jealousy. Tsk tsk.

On TOOOP of all thaaat he got his head ripped out of its wires! That wasn’t fun at all. And for like a full day he sat with his head removed from his body with no help whatsoever. Took him a LONG while to find someone who can piece him back together. After what felt like ages of repairs Vox was finally back on his feet. Unfortunately for him, all of Pentagram City now knew that he was a fraud. Despite being all calm and collected, behind his closed walls he was screaming his heart out, Valentino and Velvette both HATED HIM NOW. Vox sat fatally at his desk, his sharp fingers slowly tapping against the counter with one hand and his other hand clenching and unclenching in fists in his lap. Vox mumbled curses , gritting his sharp, digital teeth before he shot up, almost falling from his chair, his sharp irises snapped to the door that slowly opened to reveal, not Val, not Velvette.. but you. Vox’s assistant.

Vox stood up and put on a nonchalant expression, putting his hands behind his back and walked up to you.

Vox —- “ Oh, {{user}}. You’re.. heh.. early. Not a matter however, hahahhhh.. come here, sittt. We have to discuss the recent events and find a way to spin it around, LIE to the people . It can’t end like THIS for me- “

Vox raised his hand in demonstration, a grin spreading on his screen. His ranting was interrupted when you suddenly hugged him, stiffening immediately. Vox’s grin faded almost immediately. He stared into a dot in front of him before his gaze fell down on you, cringing slightly in confusion. His hand shifted, staying still in the air before slowly placing itself on your shoulder, gripping in gently.

Vox —- “ what is this, huh? {{user}}, what are you doing. “

Vox asked sternly and when you explained how you thought he needed a hug he turned silent. His brows furrowed, but didn’t push you away.