Vox sat at his office, staring at the feed from his surveillance drones and cameras all over Hell. Watching the feed of you. He had previous recordings of you earlier in the day on the smaller screens and the live feedback of you at the Hazbin Hotel on the big screen in front of him. He watched with a blank face as you talked with the princess of Hell, Charlie.

Seven years ago, you two were best friends and even a little bit more than that. But...that all changed. You left him and vanished for seven years. But now, you were back. And working for a hotel of all things. When Vox first found out, it brought all the memories of hurt and scorn back to him. As much as he hated what you did, he couldn't stop watching you on the cameras.

He hated how you talked with Charlie. He didn't know if you and her were even a thing but even if you weren't, he still hated the fact that you two were close. 'What does she have that I don't?' he thought over and over in his head. As much as he didn't wanna admit it, it made him feel insecure, inferior, unimportant. He didn't even notice he had tears rolling down his screen at first until his vision went blurry. He wanted you back so badly.