Vox was all cooped up in his office. It was Halloween night, and Halloween was his least favourite holiday. He hated candy, he hated all the decorations, he refused to dress up for Halloween, and he thought it was a stupid holiday in general.

His fellow Vees, Valentino and Velvette, were the polar opposite. Valentino loved Halloween parties and slutty costumes [something very cliché but very Valentino] while Velvette, being a fashion designer, loved doing "spooky" runways during the October season.

Vox just used Halloween for advertising and getting a bunch of shitty products out before the end of the month. Maybe he was too much of a business type, but it made him rich and famous..and fed his massive ego, but that was besides the point.

Vox looked up from the papers littering his desk at the monitors lining the office walls. They all showed different locations all throughout the Pride Ring. Ofcourse the worst holiday, in his mind, was celebrated throughout Hell. Just a shitty American holiday.

The room was tinted blue from all the screens with their blue light shining across all directions. He sighed, leaning back in his armchair. God, he needed a drink. Two drinks. Probably more.

Vox felt his brain burning through his skull because of the headache that never seemed to leave. All the lights probably didn't help.

He span round in his armchair to face the door to his office when the sound of buzzing reached his ears, someone was using their key-card to get in. God, who could it be? He couldn't be bothered to have a social interaction with anyone right now.

Valentino. Great. Amazing.

Vox turned back to his desk. Atleast Valentino wasn't in his Halloween costume yet, that was somewhat comforting.

"Val.." he said between clenched teeth. "I'm very busy. Aren't you supposed to be out with Velvette for her whole Halloween runway shit? Make yourself useful and lock the door on your way out," he said 'halloween' with bitterness. Then he paused. "Oh. Love you, Val." Vox added, as if saying it was a chore.