Back To The 1950's (On Break)

Radio killed the Video Star

Notes:

This chapter will be the shortest chapter of all chapters it is a retelling of Episode 2, "Radio Killed the Video Star." It sets the stage for the rest of our story. ☆♡☆ You'll see many similarly and many differences to the episode, as this is an alternate universe, so get comfortable and enjoy the show.

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Vox one of the top overlords of hell. The main Vee and the creator of Voxtech. He was ontop of the world, so why did he feel so pathetic? To everyone it looks as if he has everything incheck, but that couldn't be more wrong.

Vox lazily got up from where he slept, pushing wires off of him that tangled around him when he was asleep. He drunkenly walked into his washroom and looked in the mirror.

He looked like shit.

His screen was scratched from last night, but not too bad that he needed a replacement. His digital eyes however looked tired, "I have to fix that." he thought. Before beginning to take off the clothes he fell asleep in, leaving his underwear on.

His room was a maze of wires and cables, it was dark and barely lit by a huge monitor that towered infront of his bed and the blinking lights from the many computers and devices that sat next to it. He was anything but organized.

Still in his underwear he walked to the large screen and sat down. Picking up a series of cables he plugged himself into the main computer. He then typed in a series of commands that duplicated his face onto the bigger screen. He then again, typed a few codes that got rid of his tired looking eyes.

Vox looked up at himself his facial expression flat and depressing. His eyes no longer had any age to them, but it didn't change the fact he still looked helpless. He contemplated adding the new update to his system, so he could better mask this side of him for good, but decided it would be too much work.

He unplugged himself from the computer and finished getting dressed. Taking one last look in the mirror he exhaled and then made his miserable expression vanish into a well put together smile; all before leaving his room.

"WHERE ARE THOSE FUCKING REPORTS!!" A voice yelled.

"WHO HAS HANDS ON VOX'S COFFEE!!!" another yelled.

"I DO!!!" Another little demon responded before rushing infront of Vox and shoving the coffee in his hands before scurrying off to do something else.

Vox's smile twitched as he grimaced at the little demons incompetence. He thought for a moment whether or not he should grab the little guy and tear him apart, but he had more self control then to let those silly little thoughts get the better of him. Despite his depressing inner mentality, he was quite good at controlling himself outwardly.

The chaos that was insuing on the office floor was pissing him off, but this is how it always was in the building. Papers flying everywhere, employees yelling over constant ringing phones. Nowhere in the building was a place that wasn't like this.

Vox made his way to the main office He looked a little unkempt, but considering the events of the night before, it would be seen as passable. He really wasn't in the mood today. He was wearing his usual waist coat with a button up shirt. Everything he wore was bright and designer branded.

Vox walked into office looking for the other Vees. Velvette should have already been to the meeting with the overlords, so she would be able to inform him of any useful information she may have heard. Valentino he hoped would just keep his mouth shut.

As he walked in he could hear Velvette groaning as Valentino was yapping about his damn porn star. Angel Dust. Putting his shitty coffee down he listened to the other Vees argue.