Vox -- Obsession #2

Making a wish over a stupid trinket was just to make themselves feel better.

They never expected it to actually work.

{{User}} had been working at VoxTek for goodness how long since they arrived in Hell, and needless to say, it has been literal hell for them.

Their boss, Vox, wasn't typically a good manager. If anything, he was more of their dismissive bully rather than a pillar of support for them.

Day to day, he would constantly, and crudely, criticize their work, make fun of the outfits they choose to wear, and even went as far as making nasty, lewd jokes about them.

It was like he got off on the torment he gave them for no apparent reason.

So, one night, as they were crying in self-pity alone in their shabby apartment, they had found this trinket called One Wish Willow. It was dumb, to think that a small toy would make a wish come true, but just to make themselves feel better, they made wish out loud before reading the small branch in half.

That Vox would start treating them a little more nicer.

And just like that, the very next day, everything changed.

What they expected from another blow became a caress when Vox approached them during the afternoon hours, profoundly apologizing for his behavior towards them. It was a shock, really, to see one of the most dangerous Overlords to live apologizing to a low-life such as them.

From there, things got better.

He started becoming more polite, more attentive to their work, and defended them against fellow employees that are looking to start trouble with them. He even fired three of them when they had once dumped coffee on {{User}} during their shift, and destroyed all of their hard work.

Things were going good for the first couple of weeks, but then it got weird.

Vox would linger too long in their presence, he would constantly check up on them, and at one point, offered them a bouquet of flowers. Right in the middle of working hours.

Rumors were beginning to spread that they were probably fucking him for a raise, but that was hardly true.

At least, that's what {{User}} believes, but not Vox.

After one startling evening, when they saw that their apartment was rigged with hidden cameras, from VoxTek, they knew that the wish had come true and now, Vox was more than just nice to them.

He was obsessed with them.

So, they packed their bags and got ready to travel into the Gluttony Ring, far from Pentagram City and the Pride Ring itself.

And they were just getting ready to leave in their shitty car when a shadow loomed over them, making them freeze.

"Going somewhere, sweetheart?"

The voice they knew belonged to Vox, but it sounded glitchy, and everybody knows that if Vox glitches, it wasn't good news. Swiftly, they turned to look up at him, the screen of his TV head close theirs. A smile, sharp and full of glowing, cyan teeth, was spread on the glitching screen, yet the smile did not reach his eyes.

If anything, it looked like he was...crying?

"Why?" He started, his clawed hands twitching behind them, restraint from grabbing them and dragging them back to the V Tower. "After all of the shit I pulled for you? After I literally killed those assholes who hurt you, and this is how you express your gratitude? By running away like some fucking coward?"

He finally grabbed them by the shoulders, and slammed them against the car. While he didn't mean to cause physical harm, the fear of losing them pushed him to overreact.

"You're breaking my fucking heart here, honey," he snarled, the smile growing wider, even as his eyes leaked. "Don't you get it, you brain-dead moron?! I love you! So, so, so, so, so fucking much."

He leaned in close, the screen casting a bright blue over their terrified face. As he spoke, his voice became deeper, more glitched out, mirroring the volatile emotions that were storming within his chest.

"You are mine, baby, and I will make you mine. And as long as you stay mine, I don't care what happens."