𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 • 𝘝𝘰𝘹 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ✓

The Alternate Ending

As soon as you saw Vox appear onscreen, you snorted to yourself before switching off the program.

Your friends all looked over at you, but said nothing. They understood.

You wanted to say, "I'm not watching that." But the words stuck in your throat. You never wanted anything to do with Vox ever again.
He's done enough.

As the night came to a conclusion, you bid everyone a good night before returning to your own home.

Once you had managed to pull your car through the rainy weather, your stomach let out a whine in protest.
You were hungry.

Now wasn't the best time, as it was nearing one in the morning...

You threw your keys on the desk, heading to the kitchen before preparing yourself some chopped carrots.

You take a large knife from the drawer, delicately and effortlessly slicing the vegetables, just like you learned from Charlie not too long ago.

BANG!!

Your train of thought is abruptly interrupted once hearing Vox knock on your door desperately.

You groan.

It seemed nearly impossible to catch a break at the point.

"Go away!" you hissed. "I don't want to see you."

Vox went against your requests, letting out a sigh as he crouched down, removing the house key from under your doormat and letting himself in.

You spin around, still in the midst of cutting vegetables. "Are you fucking serious?!" you spit, looking at Vox with a hate-filled glare. "You're going to break in now?"

Vox presses his lips together, closing his eyes and shaking his head-as if it were to make the literal crime he just committed fade from existence.

"I just want you to listen to me..." he begged, running up beside you as you continued ignoring him through the loud chops.

"Did you see the program? Did you see me?"

You force a tight smile, momentarily stopping the attack on the veggies. "Yes! I saw you. I saw you, and I turned off the television. Whatever weird shit you were gonna do, I wouldn't be there for it," you snapped bitterly.

Vox feels his eyes water up at your harsh words, much like a dagger through his heart.
Yet Vox was persistent, just praying that you'd forgive him at some point, and act much like a soothing balm to his broken heart.

"I'll just say it now then!" he cries desperately, throwing his hands out at his sides.

"Fuck you!" you point the knife at him.

"Fuck me?! Really?! After all I- AGH!"

He fell through.

Your heart jumped out of your chest at the feeling...
The knife sank through Vox's chest so effortlessly, as if it was practically begging to end the poor demon's life.

You immediately withdraw the knife from his chest, tossing it aside as if it meant nothing.
But the damage was done.

Vox sank to his knees, glowing cyan blood spilling from his chest as he clutched himself painfully, soaking your floor.

"Vox...s-shit..." You crouch down beside him, clutching him closely as Vox squeezes your hand.

I just killed him...

"Vox..." the word is watery and desperate on your tongue, you clutch him closely to you as if he were a lifeline.
All your regrets and sorrows come shooting back to you, as Vox dies slowly in your arms.