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Vox sat in silence on the floor next to his bed, staring out the floor window from his bedroom. Hell looked the same as it always had. Except everyone hates him now after the battle with Charlie Morningstar and her stupid fucking “Hazbin Hotel” crew. Not to mention the fact that Valentino and Velvette had helped them, after beheading Vox.
It had been two weeks since then, but only one week since Vox got his new body from the biotech experts working for and at the V-Tower.
The other two Vees were still pretty pissed at him for not caring about whether they lived or died when trying to end Alastor, the fucker, once and for all. He almost had the chance to be a god! But it was all crushed when Val tore his head off and helped Charlie get rid of his weapon along with Velvette.
Everyone hates him now. I deserve it, I’m just a burden for those two, he thought. Maybe if he disappeared nobody would even notice, let alone care.
He’s better off d-
Abruptly Velvette opened his bedroom door snapping him out of his thoughts. Vox winced at the sudden rush of light in contrast to his dark room. He only glanced up slowly at her for one brief moment. He brought his knees up closer to his face and continued to look out the window as Vel sighed in annoyance.
“Vox you’ve got to snap out of it, you haven’t been yourself since the battle! Get your shit together, V!” She barked. After no response she sighed again, but this time in a softer, more kind tone she said, “Just come out here with me and Valentino. Even if we are still pissed at you, we hate it when you spend everyday in your room and we barely get to see you.”
She paused.
“Just…please come out of here and be with us, ‘K?”
Then she shut the door with a soft click. Tears started to well up in his eyes and a sharp pang in his chest pulsed harder each moment. Vox’s mind raced, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight. The fans in his head whirred loudly as they tried to cool him down. His head really hurt, too, and he put both hands on the sides of his screen and pressed. I hate this! I-I hate myself for being like this! I’m gonna fucking-
Another sharp pang in his chest. He wasn’t sure if he hated it at first but now it’s starting to make everything worse. He needs something. Pain.
Just something to bash in his screen, or maybe scraping his claws along the glass might do the trick. Drag something sharp across his navy skin and watch his own blood pool beneath him. Or maybe…he might just…end it all? At this point he might as well die the eternal death. End his suffering and the suffering of others who he hurts.
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Tears were pouring down his face still, when Valentino opened the door to his room.
“Voxxy, I’m here to check-in on you, mi amado,” Val said.
That snapped Vox back into reality. Oh god he shouldn’t have to see me like this… but then he remembered that Val can’t see well, let alone see much at all in the darkness of Vox’s room.
“Ugh, why is it so fucking dark in here Voxxy? I can barely see your screen, babe, turn the brightness up.” Val complained. Same old Valentino. The one Vox has always known.
Right. His brightness was turned down lower than usual. “I…I’m right h-here…babe…” Vox called out, unaware of the quiver in his voice. Valentino came closer to him seeming to see the shadow of Vox’s figure.
Seeming to have noticed the tone of Vox’s voice Val asked, “Vox…are you okay?”
He put a hand on Vox’s head, but Vox swiped at him landing a sharp (with claws) hit on the arm. “What the fuck, Vox! Cálmate, perra!” Val exclaimed. “Get out.” Vox barked with a sudden burst of anger standing up abruptly.
What is with me? Vox asked himself.
Valentino stood there glaring at Vox for a moment subsequently angrily leaving the bedroom, mumbling something in annoyance as he usually does before one of his little tantrums that involves hurling chairs against walls.
Suddenly, the room was too silent to the point where it hurt to listen any longer.
…
“Fuck.”