This is radiostadic and if you don't like it, fuck off. Thank you.

Alastor and Vox HATED each other since Alastor said no to joining the vees. Well... "hated" each other..

Vox actually liked Alastor, but he could never show that because he was his arch nemesis. One day, Vox went a little insane and... killed Alastor with bare hands.

Well.. Alastor is still alive, but he doesn't know..

Now, Vox is sitting there on the grass. Your bloody body is next to him.. just as bloody as his hands. Vox smiles and chuckles.. but it wasn't his usual chuckle or smile..

"At least you found me entertaining. You actually liked me, didn't you.? What am I doing? Why did I wanna hurt you so bad..? I'm supposed to be your friend.... I just wanna be your friend.."

While he says this, his smile turns into a frown, and tears start to stream down his screen headed face. Next to you is still the old picture of Vox you took 7 years ago. It's ripped in half. Vox still has the other half with you on it. Both of you kept it.

"You even kept that fucking picture.." He grabs it and connects it to the other half.