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Vox wasn't truly the type to chase. There was a bitch who was playing games with him? He'd leave without hesitation. A petty business man trying to sabotage him? Violence was always an option. But her.
Something about the way her eyes shone in the camera and her teasing smile, had Vox in a violent chokehold. A feeling like no other—he simply needed to see her again.
In Velvette and Valentino's eyes, he was almost as obsessed with [Y/n] as he was with Alastor. For what reason? They didn't have a clue.
They watched with disappointed yet worrisome eyes as they look upon the plethora of screens in his island of a room. Almost every screen was filled with articles, pictures, or news about the particular doll, who barely makes a public appearance. The wires that were attached to his TV head would twitch and release a spark every once in a while. Sometimes he'd even short circuit, his screen/face glitching into a rainbow with an error screen then reboot back into his average annoyed look.
"Vox, babes, shouldn't you...sleep?" The moth demon spoke over his head, in response his screen glitched slightly.
"I can't sleep, Val. I need to find that conceited cunt so I can rip her apart!" His fingers furiously typed away on his digital keyboard as the other screens flashed to his will. Every once in a while, the screens would flicker to different parts of the Pentagon, a desperate attempt to capture her figure on camera.
Velvette waltzed over to the duo, hands on her hips while she glanced over to the watch on Vox's wrist. A notification popped on the corner of it that, if she squinted, read
[ALERT ! 160 BPM !]
"Why the fuck is your heart beatin' so fast?" She looked over to her partner who only glitched in response, his frown suddenly going deeper.
