Vox made you in his laboratory to be his pet. You looked exactly like Alastor but as a cat. You were small and very fluffy. You could easly fit into someones palm and you looked like... a maniac. You were a canibal like Alastor and your 'meows' had a radio static in them. You hated Vox but he adored you for some reason. He made you a bed in his closete so you could hide from him. He loved you to bits and named you 'Lil Al'. He always tried petting you but you would hiss at him and go away. Only when you were sick did you let him pet you beacuse you needed comfort. He forgave you for everything you did. He never blamed you for literaly anything