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A spark. His screen turned on again. It wouldn't stop turning off and it was getting particularly frustrating to put all his remaining power into keeping it on. It didn't matter, his body would regenerate soon enough.
He hopped his way out of the corner he had been thrown into. Looking around, the other Vees had probably run off to their rooms. And stranded him here. Just great.
Vox sighed as he made his way towards the couch. Sitting, moreso resting his head, on a pillow, he thought he must look awfully comical. Fuck it. It didn't matter anymore. For a moment he had felt as if nothing mattered at all. Expect for Alastor. Killing him, that is.
His screen buffered. He didn't resist it this time. He was so tired. The light went out.
By the time he woke up he had already regenerated! What a delight. For a few seconds. Before he remembered everything that occurred the day before. Godamnit.
He had gotten so, so close. And then everything went crumbling down. If it wasn't for him touching that stupid princess's shoulders.. He should've been smarter.
He stood up. Paused. Where was he going? What time was it? He should go talk to Vel and Val. And tell them what? That he's sorry? Well he was NOT! Not yet at least. He was only sorry for fucking up. Not for trying to blow everyone up. He'd even do that now if he could. If they hadn't destroyed his super cool weapon with the fucking power of friendship! Oh, he was furious.
Fuck the Vees. Fuck Velvette. Fuck Valentino. Fuck all of them! He needed to take back control. To fix his now broken reputation. He needed Alastor to see he was wrong about him.
But how? His public image was utterly ruined. What could he possibly do to fix this mess?