Not Like Others

One Hell of an Entrance

You drive to Angel's bosses studio. You determined to meet the guy,  but you were gonna try and be careful considering your cocoon could get worse.

Once you get there, you quickly get out and run inside.

Man, you weren't ready for what was inside. A whole lot of bodies. Exposed bodies.
You wished you could steel clean your brain at the moment.

You walked past people, trying to find Angel.

People gasped as you walked by. 
It was you. The girl from the photo.

You finally saw Angel Dust doing..his job at the moment.
You look away, really not wanting to see that.

A hand then grabbed your chin and pulled you to look.

You saw a lavender skinned moth man taller than Angel with four arms, dressed with a blue shirt with an open chest, white pants, and black fingerless gloves. He had a white hat on with pink heart-shaped glasses.

Who was he?
"Well, I'll be. I finally get to meet you in person, mi amor~." He purred smugly.

He had seen you come in, and he remembered you.

"Uh, you... might have me confused, sir. I-" you began.

"Nonsense!" He exclaimed quietly, not wanting to disrupt the movie making.
"I know you from my colleague. He tried to get you a job with him a year ago."

You were confused at the moment. Wait a minute...

"Vox? Hes your colleague?" You ask.

"Yes. We spoke on the phone temporarily. I'm Valentino. One of the Vees." He introduced.

Oh! That flirty voice on the call.

That was him? Huh.

"Ah, nice to meet you." You say, forcing a smile.

Then you remembered.

Angel was talking about his boss a few days earlier. Someone by the name of..

"Wait! Are you Angel's boss?" You ask.

"I am. Why do you ask? Are you looking to become a star?~" He smirked, looking down at you.

You shook your head violently.
"No, no, not really no. I'm good. F-flattered, but good." You sputter out, raising your hands up.

"But you have the right body for it, mi amor." He said, circling you. Inspecting you.
He trailed a hand from your shoulders to your back, and you jolt, uncomfortable.
"I'm good!" You squeak out, embarrassed.

He chuckled at your reaction.

Oh, it was so cute.

"What are you here for then? He asked, stopping in front of you.
"Im.. here to talk to Angel." You say.

He smirk faltered a bit. You noticed. Huh, why did he do that?
"May.. I ask why?" He asked, forcing a smile.

"I.. had outside contact.. and I just wish to speak to Angel." You say.

Valentino hid a growl. Had that bonehead, pain in the a** princess put you up to this? Or had Angel requested help after his previous "talk" with Angel Dust.." He then came to the conclusion that you could be just like Charlie. Thay socks. Such good looks were wasted on you then. Oh well, I guess he had to say goodbye to that pretty little face.

His smile dropped.
"I'm afraid.. that won't be happening." He said.
You look at him, confused.
"Wha, why?" You ask.
"Because he's doing his job at the moment. He already told that b**ch, Chalkie off..." He explained