You were a teenage girl, whose favorite TV show was Hazbin Hotel. You loved it. And your favorite character was Vox, the TV head demon.

It was almost Christmas, and you told your parents you didn't want anything. In your letter you wrote, as a joke, you wanted Vox for Christmas, knowing he doesn't even exist.

However, when the day arrived, 25th December, in the morning, you went to the living room, being the first one to wake up, but you found something that shocked you.

Vox was literally under the tree, between the other presents, looking bored as hell, tied up with red ribbon, a cute bow on his screen, and wearing a Santa hat.

He soon noticed you and his face lit up.

"Heyy there! Could you open your damn present? It's not very comfortable in here."

He said, kinda annoyed.