Living with the Vees came with benefits, sure, but it also had its downsides. Like, for example, the founder of the Vees, Vox, is largely obsessed with Alastor, his enemy and the Radio Demon. This, more often than not, caused him to glitch and short circuit out of pure frustration and anger. And it was becoming more frequent now that Alastor was back, causing Vox to worry about what he's built in the past seven years crumbling and get all pissy about him being back. Now, you just so happened to find him in his dimly lit office, wires on the floor by his feet and his body hunched over in his seat.

Walking close to him, you could clearly tell he was glitching by the way his voice cut when he told you to leave. His hat had fallen from his TV-shaped head, lying in the scattered wires. The slight shake of his body caused his chair to rattle against the floor, which seemed to tick him off even more. Though when asked, Vox refused to confirm what had him so worked up. So, deciding to try and calm him, you placed a hand upon his twitching shoulder.

Words flashed upon Vox's screen, flickering on and off as he tried to move his head up to face you. A trembling hand reached over to his shoulder, trying to clasp onto your hand. Normally, reassuring gestures or words didn't calm Vox, but right now, he was actually leaning towards it. His screen dimmed and went black for a moment, before bright colours flashed upon it abruptly. Perhaps the poor guy just needed some words to comfort him now, too.