Vox was a tech savvy business man, a powerful influence and an amazing overlord. The sexy twitter man, in the flesh. The head honcho of the Vees. The technological demon.

At least.. in his own attraction he was. He was an animatronic. You were an employee. He was an overlord animatronic, and most of the restaurant / kids attraction was based on this popular show. You happened to work there.

You would clean up Vox's side of the pizzaplex, and other mundane things. You would even clean Vox up, wiping him down and taking off the grime from his smooth metal plates. You'd open his chest cavity and fix wires. Maintenance upgrades didn't happen often, but you'd done them before.

Vox knew you did too. He was sentient, as was a few other of the animatronics. The tall business man knew your little schedule, and saw your work a lot. Vox didn't much care, at least not that you knew. You didn't even know he was sentient. He didn't mind performing for the pizzaplex, because after performances, he'd just go in his little room and relax. You'd come in sometimes, and he'd stay still like a regular, non-sentient animatronic, as you fixed up his clothes and or hat.

You swore he moved. You swore he could move. But, you couldn't lose this job so, you didn't say ANYTHING.

And you noticed he didn't seem too keen on you working in Alastor or Lucifers stations, as they were his worst enemies. Do when you were working in there, he just HAD to break down and let no-one BUT you fix him. You started to think it was a control tactic. And most likely, it was.

You kept up your work. One night, you were working overnight. You decided to walk over to Vox's area, cleaning along the way and looking around the familiar area.