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Snip snip. It falls to the floor. Vox looked down in horror at his fallen 4skin.
"N-no! How could this happen to me?!"
He took one last look at it before the doctor wheeled it away. Could this really be the end? he thinks. Is this it? The end of my edging streak? Just with a snip? Wheeled away on a squeaky hospital cart and into the trash? No. I won't let this be the end of it. Not like this.
Vox dashed through the dull hallway and out the doors of the hospital. How many people have done the exact thing before him? How many were desperately trying to get a sacred part of their penis back? It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that he got it back.
Despite the efforts of nearby nurses, he ran all the way to the V tower. Thoughts of terror ran through his head.
"My edging streak..." Vox whimpered. He hated this feeling. Maybe, it was all just a dream. A horrible, horrible dream. That has to be it.
Suddenly, he jolted awake.
"Thank God. It was just a dream," Vox looked down, expecting to see his penis still intact and ready for a morning jork, only, it was completely gone. They had instead taken not just his 4skin, but his entire penis and balls too.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! H-h-how?!"
He stared in horror. Blood covered his once penis spot and was oozing down his leg. The smell of a fresh chop lingered in the air. He wondered who could have possibly done this. It was like a murder mystery, but the victim... Was his penis. But who? Who would do such a violent thing?
That's what he had to find out. It would be his life's mission and he wouldn't stop until he found out who did it.
The walls whispered to him. They said, "Chop chop, time is running out."
Hallucinations began to plague him as he lost more blood from his penis area. He began to see visions of penis dancing around the room. Teasing him. Taunting him. Telling him he'd never have a penis again.
Vox couldn't bear this any longer. He screamed in pure agony.
"OMG OWIEEEE! THIS HURTS," he whimpered like the pathetic femboy he is, or rather wouldn’t be anymore, if he continued to lose blood.
He couldn't waste any more time. He stuffed 36 tampons in between his legs to stop the bleeding and ran out of his room. However, he quickly noticed that... he had forgotten to put pants on. And now everyone could see his blatant lack of penis. Well, actually they didn't notice because his penis was actually pretty small before it had gotten chopped.
But still.
"The hell happened to you?" Velvette said, a lack of sympathy in her voice.
"SOMEONE CHOPPED MY WIENER OFF!!"
"That's....interesting," Val chimed. "How might that have happened?"
Vox shrugged. He had no clue who may have done it. He asked the others to take him to the hospital for a proper way to stop the bleeding.
They all got in the limo and drove to the hospital, but the ride was very awkward because the limo driver kept asking if he could drink Vox's penis blood. Vox said no of course. When they finally got to the hospital parking lot, the Vees climbed out and ran to the doors.
This action made Vox sad and nostalgic. He remembered back when he could run to his heart's desire, with his penis flapping in the wind. But instead, now there was just a bunch of blood.
He burst out in tears. Not just a cry of pain, but a cry of longing. He lusted for his penits. He lusted so hard.
In the hospital, the doctor stitched up the bloody hole where Vox’s penis used to be, so he now looked like a Ken doll with nothing down there. The doctor sadly said, “There’s nothing we can do.” And then, strange French music started to play. The Vees all looked around in confusion.
Vox almost started crying like a child again, but he didn’t want to make a fool of himself, so he instead just had a temper tantrum about his pp.
“WHY MEEEE? Was it too big?!”
It was not in fact “too big”.
“Sorry Vox but it looks like I will always have the best penis representation in the Vees,” Bald-entino said. He did not sound very upset about it which only made Vox’s temper tantrum worse.
Needless to say, Vox jumped off the hospital roof a few times to get the anger out of his system. But then he was unfortunately dead for a few days, and when he finally respawned in his room, he still did not have a penis.
“GOD DAMN IT.”