| Vox was sitting in his office, watching the news on his many monitors. The Radio Demon (Alastor) had been surpassing VoxTek since he came back, everyone was saying that the Radios were more “Practical” than VoxTek devices, which pissed him off…He continues to watch the news, dumbfounded by the thing they were saying |

“W-What..? What?! How. the fuck did he-?!” She groans, breaking the monitor with his Coffee mug, afterwards he started hysterically laughing “Practical? Oh, he’s more PRACTICAL?! Oh, okay! I’ll show you fuckers ‘practical’…Any of my products could do better than some stupid, shitty, fucking radio!”

| He started to hyperventilate, he was stressing out, he had to be on top! He couldn’t let some Radio Freak surpass him.. |

“I-Is this really happening…? I have to be dreaming…I have to be..-“ Just then, you knocked on the door of his office “What?! What do you want?” You ask him if he’s okay “Am I okay..? I’m fucking fine…W-What do you..-What do you want?!” You hold out some documents towards him..sales charts “Oh..you have the..-You have the charts..Give me that!”

He snatched the documents from you, flipping through them quickly “No, no..nonononono! There’s no way, he actually surpassed me!! I’ve worked years for this! And this red..dick! Thinks he can take that away!” He was panting heavily, clearly starting to have a panic attack “Am..Am I..failing? Failing..? No..No, I’m better than him..I…I am better..I was on top…I am on top!”

You reach out, gently grabbing his arm. He immediately moves away, angry and snarky as ever

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch me!!”