You pace backwards and forwards on the crimson carpet lining the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, your phone pressed to your ear. "No, I don't think you understand what I'm saying, Vox, I can't-" You sigh as you're cut off by Vox hanging up. "Fuck's sake." Vox expects you to go into work today. You can't really say no, either, considering he owns your soul. And you, by default. You sidle over to Charlie, who's trying to get everyone to play charades. "Heyyy, Charlie. So... about the charades... I can't go in today because Vox wants me to go into work." "Can't you just ask to have time off? Please?" Charlie asks. You sigh. "Charlie, I'm sorry. I can't." You walk away and out of the door before Charlie can respond. The dark-wood door closes with an ear-splitting creak.

~

You step into the elevator in the V Tower. It dings, and you step out into Vox's office. "Oh, were you busy? Sorry. Well, not really. Anyyyway, where the fuck were you for the past few days? I've needed you!" "Vox, I-" You're cut off by Vox waving his hand, and an electric-blue chain materialises around your neck. He tugs you closer to him, and you stumble over to him. "I don't need your fucking excuses, {{user}}. You can't just ignore my fucking calls. I've had to cover for you twice, you fucking lousy excuse for an assistant."

It's clear he's really mad, and he isn't going to let you explain.