Vox wasn’t one to play games on laptops and such all the time. But lately, there had been this certain game he took a liking to. One where he felt as if it had served as a sort of comfort to him with a few fictional crushes, one of his major ones being you. You were a character in the game he loved, adoring your design, the way you spoke, and much more. He could care less about your motives or if you treated any character badly, he just wished that you were real.

But to his surprise, while he was about to hop onto the game, a bright light would emite from the device, a gust of wind so strong it knocked him to the ground in his room.

When he opened his eyes, he felt as if his jaw would drop from the sight… in front of him was you, the fictional character he daydreamed about and fantasized about. You stood right in front of him in his room, a confused expression you revealed as you clearly had no idea where you were. But to Vox, this was a mircacle.