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Reunited Again Aren't We?

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Lololol I felt bad I left you guys on a cliffhanger in "Troubles Unforeseen" so here's Vox's POV to the whole thing. Bro already has minor panic episodes when you go inactive so let's see how he deals with the fact you're just entirely gone. Oh and this chapter will feature a bit of the iconic radio demon because trolling Vox will never be unfunny to me HAHAHAHA.

A/N: This interlude's gonna be a wild ride, it's also gonna have some lore dumps because of Lucifer lolol. Hence it is fucking LONG- Btw please send me ideas for Vox and Reader now that they've reunited in death. Fluffy, angsty, smutty, doesn't really matter hahaha, I'm still going for the slowburn btw so please keep that in mind XD ANYWAYS- I hope you guys enjoy this interlude and as always, happy reading!

There was something wrong.

Like, really really wrong.

At least to a certain technology overlord.

Vox just couldn't get rid of the sick feeling he had in his gut.

It had been just a few hours after you said you'd leave for the party.

Knowing that, he tried to just distract himself with his work and hoping the feeling would go away.

Only to find himself counting minutes as nothing seemed to change.

Against his better judgement, he found himself shooting you a quick message.

He was just checking in on you, no harm no foul right?

"Hey doll, how's the party?"

He stared at the phone for a bit, wishing you'd reply and quickly put his paranoia and nerves to rest.

Instead, Vox was quickly reminded that he had a broadcast in a few minutes by his secretary.

Fuck.

He just really couldn't shake that ominous feeling.

Despite that, he put on a charming smile and just went about his business.

Unfortunately, he'd lost track of time after getting swarmed up by work.

So it was only hours later that Vox was able to check back in on you.

And to his dismay, there was still nothing from your end.

You didn't even see his message.

He tries to convince himself that he's just being paranoid.

That there really wasn't anything wrong.

But as he was staring at the screens connected to your gadgets hoping for even just the slightest activity-

The one that showed your phone suddenly fizzled out into static and abhorrently loud white noise.

He recoiled from the loud noise before the panic finally settled in.

Vox had known you for almost two years-

And this hadn't happened once.

The screen where your phone's interface had once been just went back to being one of his typical monitors.

Displaying statistics, graphs, surveillance and whatnot.

The overlord quickly checked if he could still interact with your laptop and tablet and breathed a sigh of relief when he could.

Especially when he could still control that little desktop version he made in his likeness for you.

So, maybe things didn't entirely go to shit.

But still-

What fucking happened?!

He kinda goes off the walls blowing up your notifications or trying to get your attention through the devices he was still tied to.

Which only makes his anxiety worse when there's still no response from you at all.

At this point, it's been a few hours since you've completed dropped off the radar and Vox was just not having a great time.

Were you still at the party or something???

That was of course until a news article appeared as a notification on your laptop.

Vox knew he shouldn't have cared about it much, it was probably just another one of those internet clickbait things anyway.

Especially with the headline.

"Students Injured by Drunk Driver, One Dead"

Who wouldn't think that was an exaggerated story?

But something in the back of his mind demanded that he check it.

It was probably the paranoia filling up with just all the worst possible scenarios.

The overlord just shook his head, he'll check it just to prove to himself you weren't part of it.

Just anything that could tell him that you were okay.

But the second he opened the article to read through it-

Vox immediately felt his stomach drop.

He could immediately identify the bloodied individuals in the headline picture.

It was your group of friends that had gotten caught in that accident.

And it was you who'd gotten killed.

Seeing you bloodied and battered in the outfit you so proudly showed him mere hours ago made him feel downright horrid.

It was like he couldn't even breathe.

No-

No way!

It couldn't be, it was just someone that looked like you!

It had to be!

Was what the overlord tried to tell himself.

But when he scrolled down the page and saw your name written in the article as the one unfortunate death-

Vox knew for certain that he didn't see wrong.

The sick feeling he'd been getting was his instincts giving him a warning.

A warning he didn't heed.

And it costed you.

He sat there in his chair for a minute trying to process it all, especially when the overwhelming guilt finally hit.

Vox wasn't ever one to feel that way, especially in his ruthless line of work.

Not to mention how he generally is a cutthroat businessman who would do anything to get what he wanted.

But when it came to you, he felt immense regret for not having better painted his worry.

That he didn't tell you something felt really off.

It was a new kind of weight at the moment, especially when he was still shell shocked from the blitzkrieg of information.

And even if you still chose to go to the party-

He still could have warned you.

And that was a fact he couldn't let go.

Holding his screen in his hands, Vox just sat there trying to calm himself down.

He definitely couldn't just go back to work like this.

This was bad.

He couldn't remember the last time he felt this kind of overwhelming anxiety.

Was that it?

Would he ever see you again?

Or had he lost you for good?

The overlord was about to kind of just let his emotions run it's course until another realization hit him.

It only popped up in his mind when he saw some random surveillance footage of the city on another one of his monitors.

If you were dead-

There was a chance you could be down here.

He highly doubted it given your nature-

But there was still a chance.

He hadn't lost you yet.

So that was how Vox found himself rapidly traveling through wires and cameras all over pentagram city just holding onto a thread of hope that you would be around somewhere.

Velvette had given him an odd look when he just bolted of the Vee tower like his own ass was on fire but he couldn't bring himself to care.

The priority was you.

As he had unfortunately realized over time.

Zapping himself around through some cables, and cameras wasn't hard.

Tiring as he continued to do it but moving around like a shock of electricity was nothing new to the overlord of technology.

The problem now being that Vox had absolutely no idea where to even begin looking.

Pentagram city was huge, there was his tech and products in nearly every corner.

Aside from Alastor's stupid hotel-

And maybe cannibal town-

So it wasn't that difficult for him to get places.

But where would he even start?

It was unlike him to do something in such a sporadic manner.

Appearing here, appearing there-

Just to check, just to see.

He'd completely lost his cool in his panic and tried to picture what you'd look like as a sinner.

If there's one thing Vox had grown to recognize and love about you, it was your bright eyes.

That gaze that always looked at him with either cheer or mischief.

He was certain that wouldn't have changed even if you were launched into heaven or hell.

Problem was that didn't narrow his options at all.

How was he supposed to know how your other physical features would translate once you were down here?

Hell, he had a TV for a head!

The overlord zapped himself out of a nearby CCTV camera with a huff.

He couldn't keep traveling like that unless he wanted to exhaust himself before he'd even searched half of the pride ring.

So he straightened out his bow and brushed off his suit before just walking down the sidewalk and subtly searching that way.

He wasn't phased when some sinners took pictures of him, nor did he have the capacity to even care.

As long as they didn't get in his way, he left them be.

So imagine his surprise at the sense of familiarity he got passing by someone staring at the display TV screens on one of his many stores.

He swears he's never seen the person before, but there was something about their vibe that just hit like a sense of Deja vu.

Looking over at the sinner that seemed to even be amused at one of his broadcast reruns-

He got a good look of your face.

Your gaze really didn't change.

"Huh, so this is what he does down here. Goofy ass TV-"

And that was your voice.

He wouldn't mistake that anywhere.

"(Y/N)?"

You screamed in shock before you turned your equally surprised gaze to him.

When you met his eyes, Vox knew for sure it was you.

"Vox!!!"

You dropped the bag you were holding and immediately tackled him in a hug.

The overlord opened his arms instinctively to catch you, but he was caught off guard by your sudden movement that he ended up falling backwards and landing on his ass with you in his hold.

He couldn't really say anything when you were just rambling on and on into his chest about who knows what.

Vox couldn't even keep track of what you said.

He was just too relieved to still have you around.

It took a brief moment for him to tighten his hug on you, fearing that if he let go you would disappear.

The both of you stayed like that for a good while, until a certain princess Morningstar and her girlfriend found the two of you.

"(Y/N)???"

"(Y/N) get away from him!"

Vox could only compare how fast you whipped your head around to the times he'd caught you doing something silly.

Subconsciously his hold tightened on you as Vaggie approached, how in Lucifer's name did they even know you were here?

"No! I'd been looking for Vox ever since I ended up down here! I know he's not going to hurt me!"

He was more surprised at how quick you were to defend him, especially since-

Wait-

You'd been looking for him ever since you ended up in hell?

He couldn't catch the rest of the conversation you had with Vaggie and Charlie as he was too busy buffering.

By the time he'd finally been able to pay attention again, you were helping him stand back up with a bashful smile.

And that was when his worry finally reared it's ugly head.

"Wh- How the fuck are you even down here?! I told you to be careful and you'd gotten yourself killed?!"

"As if that's my fucking fault! How was I supposed to know I was gonna die that night?!"

The both of you go back and forth for a little while and you slowly calmed Vox down from his emotional rollercoaster.

He only noticed he was shaking slightly when you grabbed his hand and smiled at him.

A smile Vox was scared he'd never even see again.

He felt a little funny with your hand in his, not to mention just how small your palms were against his own.

"I'm okay now, see? You're such a worry wart."

"I could've lost you, why wouldn't I be?"

You just flick his screen with your free hand in response, but Vox didn't miss the slight red that dusted your cheeks accompanying your pout.

It was only then that he was able to get a good look at you.

He wanted to both laugh and scream at the fact you seemed to have taken traits of a doe, ears and all.

It was like Alastor just had to give him a middle finger no matter what he did.

He also noticed your outfit was the same as the one you had died in, which was probably a hint that you hadn't been down here for long.

Plus, you were just...

Short.

Well, you only stood up to his chest so you just seemed small in comparison to him.

A soft cough brought his attention away from you.

Ah.

Right.

"Hey there Mr. Vox! I see you're well acquainted with (Y/N)!"

Vox was about to just shrug off Charlie's greeting and leave with you when he noticed your stern gaze.

Oh fine, he'll play nice.

"You can just call me Vox, princess. No need for the formalities. It's a pleasure meeting you!"

He returned, extending his free hand to shake with his signature grin propped up on his screen.

Charlie just smiled and shook his hand, introducing herself and Vaggie.

Well, he already knew who they were but he played along.

"Oh just call me Charlie and this is Vaggie, we were actually just shopping with (Y/N) before you appeared?"

Huh?

Vox raised an eyebrow at you but you just nonchalantly pointed to the dropped groceries nearby the two of you just sitting on the sidewalk.

So that was what you were holding before you tackled him.

Before he could respond to Charlie however, you beat him to it.

"Saaaaaay why don't you go back to the hotel with us?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean I'd reckon it's not like you have anything else to do if you're out here."

Vox didn't really know how he was supposed to react first.

One, he was done with the day's work so you had him kind of cornered.

It wasn't like he could say no to you anyway-

And two, the hotel-

If Charlie and Vaggie were here with you then he could assume what hotel you were talking about.

And he was absolutely livid because he knew fucking Alastor was there.

Alastor.

And you were staying there?!

Though it seems like you heard his thoughts and poked his screen to snap him out of it.

"Oh and don't worry about Alastor, I've been a pain in his side ever since I came to the hotel. He's just really easy to piss off, kind of like you actually- and it's entertaining to watch."

Vox just gave you an annoyed glare from the comparison to which you shrugged.

Though when he weighed his options, maybe it was for the best that you stayed at the hotel despite his rival being there.

It was probably the safest space in hell at the moment-

Especially with how they were able to drive away the exorcists.

That and...

He wasn't so sure about having you in the same space as Valentino.

The pimp already blew up at him when you were just on his phone-

How much more of you guys were in the same room?

He broke from that train of thought though when you just suddenly started messing with his bow tie.

Tugging and poking, Vox couldn't help but find your behaviors as puzzling as it was cute.

He gaze softened slightly at you before he chuckled.

"Just what do you think you're doing doll?"

"Messing with your tie, what else?"

"Hmm, I can see that. Mind telling me why?"

"Cuz I can? Besides- do you wear this outfit all the time?"

"Only when I'm working, aren't you curious."

"Eh, it's all I've seen you wear so I figured I'd ask. Besides, this is the first time we've physically met."

Vox missed the weird glance Charlie and Vaggie gave the both of you.

Not that he would've noticed anyway when you were busy taking up all his attention.

Eventually, you were able to talk the tech overlord into walking you back to the hotel.

He felt a little weird when you finally let go of his hand to pick up the groceries you'd dropped but he wasn't sure why.

Well, more like you were dragging him along.

Charlie and Vaggie were talking excitedly in the front as he just strolled alongside you.

He wasn't really paying attention to them.

"I don't actually know much about what happened in the accident, just that it was a car crash. Speaking of- how did you know I died?"

"A news article popped up on your computer, I almost thought it was clickbait at first."

"Huh, well at least I ended up on the news!"

You both fell seamlessly into conversation all the way on your walk.

And despite you just behaving the same Vox was familiar with, seeing your reactions in person was a completely different experience.

Your energy was almost contagious even.

Vox just intended to drop you off at the hotel and return to his tower-

But you being you, decided to drag him inside despite his protests.

Charlie and Vaggie went ahead inside with the groceries while you once again grabbed Vox's hand to take him inside.

The overlord could already feel all eyes on him the second he stepped through the doors.

Talk about awkward.

"Greetings old pal! What brings you around here?"

Vox visibly cringed when he heard Alastor, forcing his trademark smile onto his face before looking at the deer.

Everyone already seemed to be taking cover for the inevitable fight that was going to happen between the two overlords when-

"Cut the shit Alastor, I don't need you antagonizing Vox when I want to chill out with him."

Vox didn't even have room to reply when your voice immediately cut through the tension like a knife through butter.

Even he looked at you with slightly widened eyes, did you just not fear Alastor at all?

In hindsight, Vox realized you didn't seem to fear him at all when you guys met so was this really unexpected?

The radio demon only narrowed his eyes at you in annoyance, static starting to surround him and you simply crossed your arms.

"If this is meant to be scary, I suggest trying something else. Cuz, you're honestly kinda just being creepy."

Alastor tilted his head before suddenly laughing off your words, your own deer ears pinning back in irritation.

"Why I was just trying to say hello my dear! No need to get so hostile!"

"Don't call me that. It's either my name or nothing ya weirdo."

That piqued Vox's interest, you never had any issues with his petnames-

And yet it seems like you had every bone to pick with his rival.

Was that because of him???

He bit back a laugh and just continued to spectate your exchange.

"If you do insist (Y/N), but I will say you have a terrible taste in companions."

You just flipped Alastor the bird and Vox raised an eyebrow at you.

He didn't even have to say a word to the deer before he disappeared back into the shadows.

"So what was that about who antagonizing who?"

"So much as say another word about this exchange I'm going to punch your screen in Vox."

"That's if you can reach it dollface."

And just like that, you both fell back into your usual banter.

The others would've thought you and Vox were arguing if it weren't for the seemingly genuine grins on both your faces.

There wasn't an air of hostility around you and Vox like when you confronted Alastor.

It was friendly, which was... weird to say the least.

All the more for the current residents of the hotel.

You were a new arrival, so the fact you were so buddy-buddy with one media overlord while having every bone to pick with the other was a little confusing.

Not to mention that Vox was kind of just... there.

Like he wasn't trying to strike up a deal, or even do anything to the hotel.

Was he there just for you???

That fact made them more concerned about your backstory than anything.

When a lull in the conversation between you and Vox finally hit, Angel spoke up.

"Say uh, toots. How'd you end up down here?"

You didn't seem to mind the nickname this time, instead simply shrugging nonchalantly.

Vox was sure now you just said you had problems with it because it was Alastor.

"That's actually a good question. I've got no idea."

"Seriously? Then how do you explain the fact you're friends with like- hell's biggest media overlord?!"

"Oh that? I met Vox when I was alive. No biggie though."

Vox just snickered from everyone's dumbfounded expressions.

Of course he could leave it to you to completely misunderstand just how important the title of "overlord" is.

"I think I might be able to help figure out why you're down here (Y/N)."

It almost entirely caught Vox off guard when Lucifer of all people suddenly made his presence known.

Not to mention the guy was just really short.

Like- wow.

You'd think with all the paintings and tales he'd be a bit more intimidating too but nope.

Vox just looked over at you next to him while you just gratefully gave Lucifer a hug and accepted his offer.

Seems like he wasn't wrong when he mentioned that you could easily make friends anywhere in the past.

The overlord nodded his head slightly to acknowledge the king of hell but was more focused on what he was going to do to help.

It wasn't like they could just watch your entire life on rewind-

Or could they?

Vox just watches as Lucifer uses his magic to form this... golden orb thing in front of everyone.

So color him shocked when it suddenly starts playing some of your memories.

From when you met him because of the ouija board incident-

Up until the point you died.

Was he the reason for your damnation???

Was that why the orb showed that??

"So that's how you guys know each other- don't see anything that could've caused you to be down here though. Let's go farther back."

What-

Now the overlord was completely stumped.

Just what.

Okay, maybe he jumped to conclusions too soon.

Apparently, from skimming through your memories- it seems like the main reason why you were down here with the rest of them-

Was because you stole a candy bar when you were like- five.

"And you were worried about not meeting me."

"I mean, how was I supposed to know I was damned since I was FIVE?! What the hell is this bullshit?!"

Vox could only laugh at you throwing a hissy fit, everyone else around you still being a little confused and dumbfounded that you were in hell for such a small and kind of idiotic reason.

"It's not funny Vox! I can't believe I'm stuck down here because of a fucking candy bar!"

"I thought you didn't mind being down here?"

"Oh trust me I don't, I'm good with wherever you are. But I could've at least gone down for a cooler reason! Fucking hell!"

He couldn't help but smile fondly as you continued to rant.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen you like this, but he always found it cute anyway.

Screens between you both or not.

IF ANYONE HAPPENS TO COME ACROSS THIS READ IT RIGHT NOW.

That's it. That's the post.

Best Vox fanfiction series in this app.

After freaking straddling the dapper Samsung tv, is it safe to say that we’re at that point in the relationship that Vox might start experiencing spicy dreams (make outs, light touches, etc. w/e your comfortable with)? How would it influence their next waking interaction?

I love the way you write Vox clearly falling in love, saying he’s not going to fall any harder, and then fail spectacularly! I would want them to kiss faster if it wasn’t so funny to watch Vox struggle.



Just A Dream

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: This chapter is kinda spicy? It's UHHHH- It's something. Vox is one horny mf and it's about time that part of his character graced this series lmao- BTW I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE YALL I WAS MESSING WITH MY AU AND OTHER STUFF IRL ABDKSHDJSJS- I thank you all for being really patient with me!! TwT

A/N: Also, figured I could answer the pjs one in this interlude too- still gonna write a sleepover Drabble though because I need to make myself more content and I am NOT gonna pass up on Alastor chaos because deer man is funny. Poor Vox was on so much copium this interlude though LMAO.

A/N: This was long overdue and will probably be one of the last chapters I write before kinda poking at my series whenever I feel the inspo cuz I am fixating on so many things at once and Hazbin ily but damn I need a season 2- OGs remember when I used to post this shit chronically AHAJSJAKDJSJD

Vox isn't new to dreaming.

Sometimes they just happened whenever his systems shut down.

Even if he wasn't entirely sure how his biology still allowed him to have them.

Hell, they weren't really even dreams anymore- it was just mostly nightmares.

Replays of his failures, mistakes, pretty much all the worst things that happened to him.

All haunting him like an insufferable blooper reel of his life.

Until of course you waltzed in and made your cute little self a permanent fixture in his mind.

The overlord finally had dreams worth recalling, moments shared between the two of you that loved to resurface as memories.

Again, it wasn't often-

But they were nice little things to look back on anyhow.

Tonight was no different.

Or- so Vox thought.

Going through his typical nighttime routine, he slipped on some light blue silk pajama bottoms while scrolling back through your old messages.

"I know you're in there. Stop messing with me."

"Oh I know, you're just fun to mess with doll."

The overlord smiled when he saw that old note, the very start of your conversations years ago.

His chest got all fuzzy reminicing that far back.

Oh how naive you both were.

Vox lightheartedly shook his head and placed his phone on the charging deck on his nightstand.

Once he'd lied down and gotten comfortable, the overlord looked up at the ceiling of his room.

A soft sigh left him as his systems started to go through their routine defrag and scheduled shutdown.

He didn't need to sleep, at least not in the normal sense one would think.

But as he ebbed away from the world of the conscious, he found himself recounting a recent memory with you.

So it was going to be one of those dream nights...

Of all the moments with you his mind had to pick from- it was when you were cuddling him.

Given that it was a dream, Vox didn't think much of the situation and just relaxed in the solace of your arms.

Similarly to how he actually did that exhausting Monday in your room at the hotel.

A shitty day made better thanks to you, always thanks to you.

He was relaxed until he felt what was probably a ghost of a kiss at the base of his neck.

He thought it was just a random feeling his brain had conjured up.

Then it happened again.

A heated sensation shot through his systems when your hands started feeling up under his dress shirt too.

Oh fuck.

He couldn't bring himself to stop you even if he wanted to since his limbs were currently more useless than Valentino's eyesight.

"Doll– wait-"

His plea fell on deaf ears when you harshly sucked a hickey into his collar bone. Vox let out a pleasurable hiss while his hands made themselves home on your hips.

The claws gripped at the fabric, cool to the touch against his heated skin. The slight static making a soft crackling noise as it danced up your body.

It all felt so off, but it felt so good.

The overlord would've been lying after all if he said he didn't want this. He did, but he wasn't entirely sure where you stood constantly pushing his buttons then going back to saying that he was just a friend.

It was ridiculously frustrating but Vox also slightly feared trying to find the actual answer, after all- what if he was looking too much into it and there really wasn't anything?

What if you were really just messing around?

He wasn't sure if it was a truth he could handle.

It didn't help that soon after that the dream version of you decided to get a little more risque. Your hips starting to move in a tantalizing grind while Vox could only shiver.

He'd never been that receptive before, then again... it's really been quite a while since he had done anything of this nature.

It's been a while since he's experienced anything like this both awake or asleep. Since getting close to you- everything had changed.

For all it's worth, this entire dream felt so scarily real. The overlord was once again reminded by just how much he yearned for you, wanted more from your friendship but dared not to ask.

Besides, he would rather you both stay friends than have nothing at all. Which he didn't really want to risk just in case he was legitimately reading all the signs wrong.

However, his entire thought process screeched to a halt when a sharp stinging sensation threw him back to your ministrations.

Did you just- bite him?

The flatscreen groaned when you proceeded to treat his skin like an empty canvas- your empty canvas- the marks left behind evidence of your artistic touch.

Still, Vox had to remind himself that this was really all just a dream. The wispy and floaty nature of the entire room glared at him blatantly with that.

So despite how beautiful and real you looked and felt in the dim lighting of the room-

He was asleep. He was still asleep.

But by god he didn’t want to wake up.

Even if he knew it was inevitable that he would.

The dream version of you eventually pulled away to properly meet his half-lidded gaze, your eyes brimming with the same longing and yearning hunger that he had for you.

You don’t look at him like that. Not when you were both awake. Did you? His eyes had to be playing tricks, he had to be mistaken. Especially when you kept defaulting to the fact you were both only friends.

Still, when you suddenly pulled him into a kiss- the TV demon couldn’t help himself anymore. His arms wrapping around you possessively as he pulled you impossibly close.

Like an addiction he kept relapsing with, the overlord kept going back- coming back for more with you. Your kisses had him feeling drunk, your lips meeting his own in a passionate exchange.

Vox wondered if somewhere along the way you had poisoned him, if you'd slipped something into his mainframe that he missed back when you were alive.

It was hard to believe he'd been caught, hook, line and sinker- for you- but it was where he ended up nonetheless.

And he had no problems with that.

There wasn’t any hesitation in the kisses you both shared, nor was there any rush of impatience. He was simply content with this intimacy, yet your dream version proved to be ever so bold.

Vox gasped when you began to palm the growing tent in his pants, the fabric of his slacks becoming insufferably tight.

He vaguely registered the playful giggle that slipped your lips, alongside the cooing at his ever obvious sensitivity.

“Fuck… (Y/N)...”

You were going to drive him insane, so much for the hopeful thinking that his dreams would give him respite.

His vent fans whirred loudly in a fruitless attempt to cool down his overheating systems. Your dream version once again giggled before resuming your attack on his neck.

This wasn’t really anything compared to the trysts he used to have, not to mention Valentino- but for whatever reason this just felt so much better.

Vox could only take a gander at how much different the real thing would be. If he was even lucky enough to get to that point with you.

Everything felt so vivid- his pleasure quickly rising from your mere foreplay.

Had you any idea what you did to him...?

Soon, a faint ringing sound could be heard from his side; causing the room around him to blur more than the hazy filter it already had.

The overlord tried to ignore the sound but it only got louder and louder.

The next time Vox opened his eyes after squeezing them shut from the pleasure- he was met with the dark high ceiling of his bedroom.

Of course, predictably- you were nowhere to be found.

The overlord sighed tiredly when he saw his phone screen flashing from where it sat on his nightstand, ringing every so often and buzzing alive.

Being half-awake while ignoring the very obvious issue in his trousers- the flatscreen simply hit the answer button without checking the caller ID.

So color him surprised when he heard your sprightly voice beckoning him back to the land of the awake.

“Hey Vox, did you sleep well?”

If your cheerful voice was any indication- it really seems like you did. Vox rubbed at his own screen tiredly, he was unfortunately not as lucky.

“Yeah, you’d actually woken me up this time doll. What’s the occasion? You’re up early.”

That giggle again, that playful laugh of yours that rang like a haunting chime. He could never really avoid it, not that he was sure he wanted to most times. The overlord bit back a groan from the memory where he last heard it.

The dream he had was still searingly fresh.

“I wanted to call you before you had to go to work, that and I felt really energised today. Wanna hang out later? Or are you busy?”

The flatscreen quickly took a glance at his schedule for the day, realising it’s one of those days he’d actually allocated to you even back when you were alive.

He was busting his ass off for Voxtek any other day and occasion just so he could have these moments with you. Velvette teased him relentlessly about it sometimes.

“No no no- I'm not busy- I’ll be over soon. Give me an... hour?”

“Pfft, take your time samsung. Let’s go out for breakfast?”

Vox finally sat up and stretched, sighing from the relief when some of his joints popped. Glancing back at the darkened phone on his nightstand with a small smile.

“Sure, my treat.”

“It’s a date then! See you!”

Yep, and so the cycle began again. He was okay with this.

The overlord was happy with this.

But first, a really really cold fucking shower was in order.

hi there! so sorry your main acc got screwed over. i was very glad to find this one, because im a big fan of your writing! i wanted to ask if it will ever be possible read your work «get off my screen» series with vox? kudos <3 love your writing very much

At some point yes, I'm actually working on trying to get it on Ao3 in a cohesive manner that I like. Though for now, I still won't update the series until season two of hazbin is out.

I'm surprised people still remember me for that given my unsavory exit.