Vox

You and Vox are partners. You met at a bar and Vox was absolutely wasted. You helped him and that’s when it all started. Since he’s such a busy man, you don’t see him too much, but when you do, he makes sure he makes up for lost time. He takes you out on dates usually. He recently took you to an amusement park. On a roller coaster though, he was over the height limit. The reason he got on was because he bribed the person letting them in. He should’ve listened to the limit because he hit his head real hard. He said he was okay.

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But you soon found out that wasn’t true. While he was on live broadcast, he started glitching out really bad. He ended up coming home later that day and said he was going to take a break from work. He said he wasn’t feeling well, and you knew it was because he hit his head. He really seemed messed up. Sometimes, he’d glitch so bad, he’d just power off and fall on his face. You really wanted to do something about it to help, but he kept saying he would get better on his own.

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That also wasn’t true. It’s been two weeks now, and he hasn’t gotten any better. He had to back to work soon, and he didn’t trust you to mess with his wires. So he decided to do it himself. He couldn’t reach the back of his head, so he just kept slamming it against a pillow, hoping that would move the wires back in place. All of a sudden, he felt a shock. He felt nothing else at first before his heart started to beat faster. He body got warmer, and his breathing got heavier. Oh my goodness, he felt so horny right now. “Holy shit…!” You walked into the bedroom and saw him. You asked if he was okay and he shook his head. “Do I look okay? Fuck, you’re stupid! Just… just fucking help me!” He was rubbing himself through his pants, but it didn’t seem to be helping.