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~Behind the screens~ Vox x !Voxtek employee! reader

The hum of machinery and the glow of countless screens filled the Voxtek headquarters, a place where technology and hellish influence intertwined seamlessly. As a valued employee of Voxtek, you had grown accustomed to the labyrinthine corridors and the ever-present surveillance cameras that tracked your every move. Despite the chaotic nature of Hell, this was your sanctuary-a place where you could lose yourself in work and forget about the horrors outside.

Today, however, felt different. The air was charged with an unusual energy, and whispers among your colleagues hinted at something significant. You adjusted your uniform and made your way to your station, ready to dive into another day of coding and system maintenance. The familiar click-clack of keyboards and the soft hum of cooling fans surrounded you, providing a comforting background noise.

As you settled in, a sudden message appeared on your screen: Report to the CEO's office immediately. Your heart skipped a beat. An audience with Vox himself was a rare and potentially dangerous honor. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, and made your way to the top floor.

The elevator ride felt longer than usual, the seconds stretching into an eternity. When the doors finally slid open, you were greeted by the sight of Vox's opulent office. Screens of all sizes adorned the walls, displaying everything from news feeds to surveillance footage. At the center of it all sat Vox, his mechanical eyes glowing with a sinister light as he focused on the array of monitors before him.

"Ah, (Y/N)," Vox greeted without turning around, his voice a modulated purr. "Punctual as always. Please, come in."

You stepped inside, the door closing behind you with a soft hiss. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

He finally turned to face you, a grin stretching across his screen-like face. "Indeed, I did. I've been keeping an eye on you, (Y/N). Your performance has been...impressive."

A mix of pride and anxiety surged through you. "Thank you, sir. I do my best."

Vox leaned back in his chair, studying you intently. "Tell me, (Y/N), how do you find working at Voxtek? Do you enjoy it?"

You hesitated for a moment, choosing your words carefully. "I do. It's challenging and rewarding. I feel like I'm part of something important here."

His grin widened. "Good. I like to hear that. But there's more to it than just work, isn't there? You're passionate about technology, about innovation. I can see it in your work."

You nodded, feeling a flush of warmth at his praise. "Yes, sir. I've always been fascinated by what we can create and how we can push the boundaries of what's possible."

Vox's eyes seemed to glow brighter, and he leaned forward. "That's exactly the kind of enthusiasm I want in my company. But there's something else I've noticed about you, (Y/N). Something that sets you apart from the rest."

Your curiosity piqued, you tilted your head slightly. "What do you mean?"

He rose from his chair, moving closer until he was standing directly in front of you. The height difference was intimidating, but you held your ground. "You have a unique perspective," he said softly. "A way of seeing the world that's different from others. And I find that...intriguing."

Your breath caught in your throat. Was he complimenting you, or was there something more sinister at play? "Thank you, sir. I'm...honored that you think so."

Vox's grin didn't waver, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his mechanical eyes. "I've been thinking, (Y/N). You and I could do great things together. With your skills and my vision, we could revolutionize Voxtek, make it even more powerful."

The proposition hung in the air, charged with potential and danger. Your mind raced, trying to process his words. "What exactly are you proposing, sir?"

He extended a hand, his fingers cold and metallic. "A partnership. You and me, working closely to push the boundaries of what we can achieve. Think of it as a promotion, if you will."

You stared at his outstretched hand, the weight of his offer sinking in. It was an opportunity fraught with risk, but also immense potential. Taking a deep breath, you placed your hand in his, feeling the cold metal against your skin.

"I'm in," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil in your chest.

Vox's grin widened, and he clasped your hand firmly. "Excellent. I knew you'd see things my way. Welcome to the next level, (Y/N). Together, we're going to change Hell."

As he released your hand, you felt a shiver run down your spine. This was the beginning of something new, something dangerous and exhilarating. And as you looked into Vox's glowing eyes, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. Behind the screens, you had found your place, and with Vox by your side, the possibilities were endless.

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(~791 words~)

Okay no nvm this is defo the longest one

Yk, considering all the alastor memes i use as banners on here, you'd assume my fav character's alastor. BUT NO. I'TS FUCKING ANGEL (Partly for the reason we share a name). PINTEREST JUST HAS TOO MANY ALASTOR MEMES. 

BUT I TOTALLY FUCKED UP I THOUGHT IT WAS VOXTECH, THEN I WENT ON VOX'S WIKI FOR RESEARCH AND I WAS WRONG (I HAD TO GO THROUGH THE WHOLE STORY AND EDIT ALL THE VOXTECH'S TO VOXTEK RAHHHHHHHHHHH)

IM SO PISSED RIGHT NOW,

~Angel