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After Vox's doomsday weapon exploded killing everybody in Pentagon city, Vox felt like he was floating. Static made its way into his limbs. He saw himself replaying his last moments on a giant TV in front of him He felt almost peaceful as he watched his last moments everything exploding in a bright golden light over and over
he felt peaceful, his mind wondered back to his old memories of the vees and his after life.He had a pretty good run he almost took over heaven he was nearly a god but that antique fuck ruined it, at least he got the wipe that smile off his fucking face once and for all.
He felt himself fading as his vision blurred and went to black.
vox opened his eyes again “where the fuck am I?”
he grumbled his head, felt lighter than usual. His hand quickly moved up to touch his scree- “what” he blurred it out his voice rising at the end as panic quickly overwhelmed him.
his screen was gone. He had a face again. He immediately sat up from the bed he was laying in, taking a seat on the edge of it. He looked down at his claw-….His claws were gone, replaced by flesh HIS FLESH.
his breathing quickened he jumped up from the bed everything was a blur,he frantically looked around the small room. He was in before his eyes locked on a small door that seemingly led to the bathroom, he opened the door in a frenzy, running to the mirror almost slipping on the cold tile.
He was human again. He still had those stupid fucking squared glasses on his face. one of his eyes green, one blue, his fucking flat nose, his jet black hair ruffled as if he was just sleeping, he had on a white button up shirt that was all wrinkled and navy jeans
no-no-no nonononono this-THIS CANT BE FUCKING HAPPENING He-he died. He went to hell. He almost took over fucking heaven for crying out loud He was nearly a god!
But yet here he was back in his body back to square one, the world started to swim around him. He was hyperventilating he started clawing at his face leaving white scratches that eventually turned pink.
No, no no no no no no after all the work he did after everything that happened he-……. Got a second chance……. “FUCK” Vox hissed slamming his fist onto the countertop out of pure frustration. God just had to fucking teabag his fucking existence-.And now he’s back at Square one
“ how fucking wonderful” he mumbled to himself as he calmed himself down. He wasn’t just hyperventilating. He was Vox THEE FUCKING VOX the media overlord he didn’t panic no no no HE CONQUERED he told himself as he left the bathroom.
Not caring to turn the light off or close the door he looked around at his surroundings he was in a small apartment with a basic white bed in the corner with a side table and an alarm clock, a desk with a vintage radio on top of it “ great he could even escape the antique fuck” he thought to himself as he continued to look around it had wooden floors a chair and ceiling fan with a flickering light popcorn ceilings and a window
He slightly cringed god he was old it was probably around mid 1940’s
He remembered this place. He remembered almost fucking dying from the heat. He was in the New Orleans he remembered he went to here once cause his fucking boss sent him here after he screamed at one of the shareholders for suggesting he should add more flair to the commercial he was doing for fucking toothpaste
vox remembered how much he wanted to fucking kill the guy he was pretty sure he did end up killing the guy, but he couldn’t remember clearly he sighed and flopped down on the bed with a loud thump landing face first into the basic white sheets that smelled of depression
After a moment of just laying there he realized that he still remembered most of his time when he was alive, he knew how things were gonna turn out, he even knew some important shit that happened. He shot up from the bed he had fucking leverage “I win this time bitch” he spoke to the popcorn ceiling and the fan above his head while simultaneously flipping them both off.
If you looked at it right, the ceiling fan almost looked disappointed at Vox as it flickered slightly. Vox 1 god 0 he stood triumphantly hands on his hips, and he stared up at ceiling as if god was the popcorn ceiling above his head almost feeling smug
then he realized he should probably write everything down before he forgot it he quickly stumbled over to the desk pushing the old radio to the side out of pure spite, and shuffled through the drawers, finding a small notebook and a pen.
He quickly leaned over the desk, thinking for a moment and then he started scribbling down everything he could remember.
After 10 or so minutes he had a not so detailed list of important things that would happen,then stuffed the notebook in his back pocket padding it twice, making sure it was secure.
Great, what should he do now? He flopped back down on the bed and then he lazily lifted his chin and looked out the window realizing the whole day had gone by.I mean it wasn’t like he knew what time he had originally woken up at, but it was probably not too long ago.
He decided he’d better call it a night and decided that he’ll just fall asleep right there and then with his lower half hanging off the bed as he dozed off