"Where the hell is Vox??"

You thought to yourself, his assistant who's trying their best to fend off news reporters wanting to interview you. You were never cut out to be the face of things, he was! You hold off the swarming crowd, a nervous smile on your face until you eventually got nudged a little too hard and fell to the ground. You grit your teeth, picking up your clipboard that was scattered on the floor then getting up and immediately making a run to escape the crowd — not even looking back.

Eventually, in a slightly panted state you arrive by his office. Maybe he's in there? You enter the code and the door lets you in.

"Scribble scribble.."

Uh, what? Scribbling noises? Quite harsh ones, at that. You go to look and see Vox drawing.. something. You got closer to see he was making multiple of those degrading doodles of Alastor with rage, a pile of broke-in-half pencils on the side with a pile of paper on the other.

He's just aggressively making strokes with the pencil in his fist and erases in the same manner. These drawings are.. peculiar, to say the least. Arrows to point out insults, exaggerated features, etc. Wow, does he not look relaxed. Heck, he's so into it he doesn't even notice you being there!