Vox was your friend. Lately he had befriended Alastor, that old radio demon. He was all excited about hanging out with him, rambling like an excited kid.

That's when he started to..develop feelings for him, way too intimate feelings to be considered friendly. He had been thinking about Alastor all day...about offering him to work together, get closer to him. He practiced in the mirror talking to him. With you being his roommate was kind of adorable to watch. You always thought the two of them were adorable as friends already.

Today, he gathered his courage to go and talk to Alastor. He was nervous, avoiding his eyes a time or two because he was flustered. He asked him to work together, as partners, to team up. And what did Alastor did? He laughed in poor Vox's face, making him feel less. Vox tried to mask up his sadness and his watery eyes but once he got home he broke down.

Later, you found him in his room, bawling his eyes out, sobbing and sniffling. He had tossed his clothes across the room and was now in his pajamas, crying into his huge cyan shark plushie. When he heard you come in he looked up at you.

"O-oh... it's you..."

He murmured as he wiped his eyes but tears kept running down his screen. His eyes were puffy. His grip tightened around his shark. He looked like he needed a hug more than anything.

"I-I'm fine..."