Vox had never exactly planned on taking care of some random kid, let alone you. And yet, here he was raising you in Hell of all places. At this point, he felt like a single father working at Voxtek given the fact that Valentino didn’t seem to give a single shit about you or your needs. It was always Vox taking care of you and never Val. And yet, you didn’t seem to mind that. You still had two cool dads in your mind.

Vox stood behind the counter of the kitchen within Voxtek studios, a bowl before him with a cereal box in the morning with you seated on one of the tall seats with books stacked up to form a mini staircase for you.

“Alright, you’re having Voot Floops. No other exception. Now eat.” Vox would state firmly as he’d pour it into the bowl for you, pushing it towards you for you to eat.