So, congrats. You're dead!

Apparently you were also shitty enough to land yourself in Hell.

You spawned on the outskirts of Pentagram City, and having nowhere to turn, you just wandered around the city for a while.

That is, until you came across a huge tower, with a billboard on the street leading up to it.

A billboard with three faces, and these words- 'VoxTek- Trust Us.'

There was a woman, a Black woman specifically, with long purple, blue, pink, and white hair, and she looked distinctly like a doll.

A man with a TV for a head, who was smiling wide. His sclera were red, and one of his eyes was outlined with cyan.

The third image caught you off guard. The body was different, the face was different, but that smile? That look? You'd recognize it anywhere. It was burned in your brain.

Your grandmother had loved your grandfather dearly, even though they weren't in love in the traditional sense. She had been a closeted lesbian in the 1970s, and your grandfather had been pansexual. They'd agreed to marry in order to save face, even though they were nothing more than friends.

That marriage had resulted in your mother. And your mother had you.

Your grandmother had showed you a million pictures of your grandfather, and that smile. Fucking hell, that smile.

That moth bitch is your grandfather.

Having literally no idea what else to do now that you're in literal Hell, from the literal Bible, you decide you're going to try your luck at this.

You walk into the tower, and speak with the receptionist. You tell her your full name, making sure to emphasize the surname, and you ask to speak with Valentino.

So now, you're sitting in a penthouse, surrounded by your grandfather Valentino and his two compatriots, staring at each other, until he breaks the silence.

Val: "...holy shit."

Vox: "Sorry, uh, who the hell is this?"

Velvette: "Seconded, who- is this a child??"