Vox always overworked himself. He tries and tries to get on top of everything. Especially Alastor’s radio shack. He tried to be the center of attention, always. He wanted to be on top of everyone, he wanted to be known for his efforts, and his work.

Yet, when Alastor came back, after 7 years, Vox overworked himself even more. You heard crashing, pounding, so many loud noises from his office. Of course, the Vees were worried about him, but they still sent you up to check on him.

“Just make sure his TV isn’t broken. We can’t keep fixing his sorry ass.” Velvette rolled her eyes as she left and assigned you to check up on him. Your footsteps were loud in the quiet hallway towards his office. You still heard various slamming, punching, and more. You swallowed hard as you reached the door to his office. All you needed to do is check if his screen was cracked or broken, then you could be on your merry way.

You knocked on the door, but with no answer back. Or else you thought after you turned away. “What the FUCK do you want!”

His voice was loud, and he stuttered a bunch during the simple sentence. His TV kept shifting from his usual face, to static. He had opened the door to face you, as his hands turned into fists. Your eyes widened as he gripped your arm. His screen was cracked from the to right corner to the left lower corner.