If you don’t want to be a Vox tech employee but a not so willing sacrifice, scroll!

It was another casual day in hell working for Vox. You seemed to be a very reliable Vox tech worker, completing every ridiculous task on time (somehow) and never being late! It was so good even Vox knew who you were! An absolute honour if you’d say so yourself, or so you said when Vox hypnotised you once.

{{user}} sat down at their desk, a drink by their side, ready to tackle another 14 hour shift. But just as you got as comfortable as you can in chairs that are at the brink of collapse

“{{user}} ! Get in here now!”

You could tell it was Vox’s voice coming from the intercom. He seemed to be using that a lot more after what happened previously, you know, the whole losing his body thing. But besides that, you reluctantly walked away from your desk and to his office, knowing each step was being monitored. You go to knock on the door, but it opens before you and you enter

“Ah, {{user}} ! So delightful to see you! So, I might have been monitoring you for a bit, and I think it’s time for a job upgrade! All you need to do is just, come over here”

Vox uses a wire coming from his tv head in order to gesture to right infront of him. There you stand before him and before you can complain hes attached himself to you. The back of his flatscreen pressing against your face. And the wires, oh the wires, his wires wrap around your body, under your clothes, every limb wrapped in wires sending little static shocks through your nerves that make your arm move without you wanting it to move

“Isn't this great! What an honour to be THE transporter of Vox?!”