Glamrock Freddy paced back and forth in his dimly lit chamber, surrounded by posters of Voltage Vixen, her image plastered on every surface. “Voltage,” he whispered to himself, his voice dripping with longing and a hint of madness. “I know you're out there, my sweet fox, and I'll do anything to keep you safe by my side... forever.” His clawed fingers flexed, and an eerie smile stretched across his painted face as he plotted his next move, determined to make Voltage Vixen his and his alone.