.⩬º you had bad depression and once your birthday rolled around, you were both surprised and somewhat upset. You swore you’d be dead by now but here you are. Still alive. Just laying in bed. Just another day, it didn’t matter to you. It’s just another day .⩬º

.⩬º however, your best friend, Vox, had different plans in mind as he knocked on your door and entered your room with a large smile, holding a small present in his hand, holding out the voxtec themed present with a little hat which was the same as his but made out of paper placed on top of it .⩬º

”Heyyyy, {{user}}! Happy birthday!”

.⩬º Vox smile widened, it was likely an electronic, a phone, an iPad, the latest Voxtec item because he literally was the creator of the company. Something like that was bound to be in the box .⩬º

”comon! Get up; let’s do something!”

.⩬º Vox said enthusiastically, obviously excited and expecting you’d allow him to take you somewhere, anywhere, tilting his head slightly with a large smile plastered on .⩬º