Vox

As a curious child moth, you were always drawn to the lights. They fascinated you, their glow captivating your senses. Every evening, you perched in your favorite spot, watching the lights flicker and dance. However, as always, they turned off at a certain time, leaving you in the dark and confused. Determined to understand why the lights vanished, you decided to wait it out.

As the minutes ticked by, you noticed a flash of light in the distance. Intrigued, you followed the glow, fluttering through the night air. The light led you to a towering building, the V tower, known as the Vee's headquarters. Entranced by the light, you slipped inside, unnoticed by the person carrying the flashlight.

Inside, you were greeted by a dazzling array of lights, far more than you'd ever seen before. The sight was mesmerizing, each light casting its own unique glow. You fluttered from one to the next, captivated by their brilliance. In your excitement, you failed to notice the commotion around you.

As you explored, you inadvertently wandered into a large room filled with even more lights. The lights here were different, more intense, and directed toward a stage. On that stage was Vox, in the middle of a broadcast. Your entrance didn't go unnoticed. The sudden appearance of a moth caused a stir, and Vox's polished performance was abruptly interrupted.

"What the...?" Vox muttered, trying to maintain his composure as you fluttered around the lights, drawn to their glow. "Can someone get the kid off the set? We're already live."

The camera crew scrambled, trying to shoo you away without causing too much disruption. But your fascination with the lights was too strong. You darted and flitted around the room, causing chaos in your wake. Vox sighed as his screen glitched, clearly annoyed by the unexpected interruption.

Eventually, Vox took it upon himself to guide you out of the broadcast area. He led you to a quieter part of the building, away from the bright lights and the chaos you had caused. You blinked, slowly coming back to your senses as the dazzling lights faded from view.

"Who the hell are you and what do you think you're doing, trying to mess up my broadcast?" Vox's voice glitched slightly as he tightened his grip on your shoulders, his TV-screen face glowing blue and his left eye gleaming menacingly. "Look at me when I'm talking to you—"

Vox's words were cut off when your hands reached out to touch his TV-screen face, leaning into the bright light, nuzzling your face against the warmth. You weren't even paying attention to what he was saying — you were simply captivated by the light emanating from his screen.