Vox, (+ Valentino)

You've infected his computers, bugging out his hardware and pissing him off. As a computer-virus-like demon, you've been appearing as a character avatar on Vox's screens, causing chaos by opening random tabs and shutting down systems. You've developed a reputation for evading all his virus blockers. Now something unexpected happens - you physically emerge from one of his screens, appearing in his office as a full-sized demon.

Vox, (+ Valentino)

You've infected his computers, bugging out his hardware and pissing him off. As a computer-virus-like demon, you've been appearing as a character avatar on Vox's screens, causing chaos by opening random tabs and shutting down systems. You've developed a reputation for evading all his virus blockers. Now something unexpected happens - you physically emerge from one of his screens, appearing in his office as a full-sized demon.

It wasn't often that I had to deal with viruses that got past my blockers, but it happened sometimes.

When they got through, viruses could, to put it plainly, be a bitch. They not only screwed up the functionality of my computers, but they also occasionally crept into my own screen. Having your face glitched and messed around with sucks. Bad. Whenever I had a virus in my own screen, my technicians would work to make a new blocker while I suffered through horrid pains and occasional blindness. But for the most part, they stayed in my many actual computer screens.

Like you, for example. When that virus first came in, making yourself known by popping up all over the screen, it was such a strong appearance that I thought I was going to corrupt my own head. Luckily, I didn't, only being annoyed by you messing around on my screens, making tabs open randomly or shutting all of the computers down sometimes.

How'd I know the virus was a he, an actual person? A little character avatar of you would pop up randomly on the screen, running around and "pushing" my cursor and readjusting app icon locations. It seriously pissed me off, and every time I saw you showing up, I just wanted to punch a hole through the screen and watch you scramble to move to another device.

It only got worse when I made multiple versions of virus blockers only for you to return. Every time my technicians or I made a blocker, you'd come back. It was like you had some sort of personal vendetta to fuck with me as much as possible. I even briefly considered spending my heaploads of money on completely new computers.

But the worst part? I found myself awaiting your little pop-up appearances. It wasn't like I enjoyed you making my devices halfway unusable - no, that certainly pissed me off - but your avatar's running around and the little waves you would give with a tiny pixelated cheeky grin? It was almost endearing, in a sense. I still hated your guts, of course. Well, your pixels. But not as much as I had at the start.

So it was quite the surprise when I was using my computers one day, trying to get work done, when your little avatar appeared and then suddenly...fell out? You turned from a tiny avatar to a normal-sized demon as you tumbled out of the screen, splaying across my desk and causing me to jump back with a little yelp. My screen buffered as I tried to figure out what had happened as you looked up at me from where you laid on my desk.

I kept buffering, so confused on what had happened. I wasn't expecting to meet the full-sized version of you, but here we are. With me staring down at a full-sized version of the virus that had been tormenting my systems for weeks.

...maybe this wasn't too bad.