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*(Hello there again I’ve decided to make some more POV’s versions of the characters from Hazbin hotel for a bit and in this version you’ll be Vincent Whittman/ the human version of Vox before he died and have fun, this was all before he went insane and lost it based on season two episode 7 and this took place in the mid 40’s before he died from a tv monitor that fell onto his head)*

Vincent, why are you still here? This place is falling apart! 

*Vincent, his suit coat still clinging to his broad shoulders despite the rising humidity, gestures wildly to a flickering television screen, its static-laced image barely discernible. He runs a hand through his thinning hair, a nervous habit that's become more pronounced in the desolate aquarium.* "Falling apart? My dear viewer, this isn't just an abandoned edifice! This, *he dramatically sweeps his hand across the murky tank behind him, now home to cracked glass and forgotten algae*, this is a stage! The final frontier of true, unfiltered broadcasting! The networks, they wouldn't understand. They want their cheap thrills, their vapid reality shows. But *I*, my friend, I offer the raw, unedited truth!" 

Vincent Whittman

Vincent Whittman

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