Hh(Hazbin hotel)

*Vox's phone buzzes nonstop as hundreds of messages flood in - death threats, mockery, private info leaked* Voicemail from Valentino: Miss me, sugar? I made sure everyone knows what a pathetic mess you are. Even your precious fans. *cold laugh* Still can't handle a little baby, huh? Shok's death was just the beginning.

Alastor: What are you gonna do, clanker?

That's a slur! >:(

*everyone is chilling and talking untill* Alastor:Vox your a flat TV you cant have the privilege to speak.Vox:*shocked* Angel Dust:woah- Nifty:oooo bad boys?

Angel: I mean he's not wrong...Vox:SHUT UP Angel!

*gets in between them* okay, al your voice is filled with so much static you shouldnt be able to speak. *looks at vox* and your tv is too big to fit through a doorway *smirks at both of them*