You Are My Sunshine

Chapter One: Misery and Bliss

Misery is a funny thing, stabbing deep into an aching heart, twisting its sadness into a variety of different feelings. Sometimes misery can be misinterpreted, even as the most pure form of happiness, bliss. For what is a blissful relationship without its downs? And perhaps this is but a blessing in disguise, though it eats away at my heart everytime one engages with their emotions. Perhaps my heart is too big, or maybe the part being torn away shouldn't have been there in the first place. Maybe my tears, fresh, and hot, are tears of joy, and my cries are joyous. This is the part where you, the reader, must decide for yourself, where the line is drawn between misery, and bliss.

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Vox felt his body slam into a wall, before he even expected it. Oh, he'd done it this time, there was no talking Valentino out of this tantrum.

"How dare you strut in here, after pulling a stunt like that on camera. I may allow the public to believe that you're in charge, but don't you forget-" Valentino breathed into the TV demon's ear- "Who really runs the show. You're only still alive because I made a promise, and you happen to be very entertaining to fuck with."

"I'm sorry Val, I just-"

"No more fucking EXCUSES!"  Valentino grabbed the top of Vox's screen, bashing it into the ground below. "You should be grateful that I let you keep what little shreds of dignity in public, when I could easily expose you for what you are- My little TV bitch."

Vox glitched, as Valentino shoved his pointed heel into the back of his screen. "So, Vox, who's in charge?"

"Y-you, Valentino."

"And who are you?"

"Vox, CEO of Voxtek " Vox let out a cry, as Valentino shoved his heel deeper into his screen.

"Wrong answer, try again. Who are you?"

"N-nothi-ing." Vox couldn't tell if his voice was stuttering, or if it was just glitching from the damage to his circuits.

Valentino yanked his heel out of Vox's flat-screen head, scoffing. "That's right, and don't forget it, mi amor."

He left the room, leaving Vox on the floor, the cool wood floors unaiding to the angry flaming scraps on his hands, glass embedded in the flash causing it to flame up in retaliation. As the TV demon heard his footsteps recede, he closed his eyes, thanking whoever still listened to his prayers from an unfortunate sinner such as himself.

Now that he was gone, Vox pulled himself to his feet, his hand reaching for his damaged screen. He tried to walk, reaching for his phone when he doubled over, coughing up a mixture of blood and bile. God, when was the last time I ate? He gagged, no, as comforting as it sounded, thinking about eating any gave him unwelcome waves of nausea on top of the underlying current. Using the coffee table as a support, He helped himself over to his bed, and grabbed his phone, hurriedly dialing his assistant. That bitch better pick up....

"Papermint from Voxtek is speaking, how may we help you?"

"It's your boss, Papermint, Vox."

"I'm so sorry sir, I was on the customer service line, won't happen again!"

I don't even fucking care..... "Better not. Anyways, I need emergency repairs, ASAP."

"Of course, sir, I'll be there right "

"Is that fucking VOX?"  Vox heard Valentino swear, through the phone. "No, no, no, Voxy. You're in trouble. We're not doing repairs. You'd better rearrange your schedule, cause you're not going to get anything fixed for at least a week. Maybe you'll remember next time, that I fucking own you, bitch."