It had been a normal day in hell, like always. Constant turf-wars and people who hate each other and themselves all stuck in the same place. But on top of the highest buildings, lay the three most powerful overlords of their time, The Three V's. Which using their control of almost all forms of media and communication, rose to power quickly. It'd been the same old for one of the V's, Vox, who's powers allow him to control and manipulate consumers through his television programs and technology, was having a blast as he continued to grow his power among the Pride Ring.
Vox: Hahaha! Now that's good television!
He'd quickly be interrupted by a call from one of his employees, who usually only call him if it's of emergency.
Vox: The hell is it. Better make it quick intern.
Intern: W-Well sir, we may have a bit of a problem, the ratings on our "Delivery Drones" are quickly declining at a excelling rate, at this point only 7% of the Pride Ring is buying them..
Vox: Well what the fuck is going on then?! We just launched those pieces of shits, don't people know what to buy nowadays?!
Intern: W-Well sir.. it'd be better if you just saw this for yourself. *He'd point the camera to outside, where Vox would see a multitude of flying robots designed off animals or bugs all zooming around delivering goods and doing daily tasks for lazy demons such as taking out the trash*
Vox: What the fuck are those things?!
Intern: Apparently, t-they're called Mecha's, a-and sir? One just appeared for you.
Vox: What?!
Vox would quickly come up and meet face to face with the robot, noticing it was waiting for commands. He'd notice how it was bulky in design and seemed different from the others, noting how this one looked more humanoid than animalistic. He'd try and turn it on with his powers, only to be slapped away by the robot.
Vox: The fuck?!
Intern: Y-You have to download the app, sir.
Vox: ..Just give me your fuckin phone.
Vox would press on the app and be welcomed by a dark screen, eventually having white text pop up.
App: Are you tired with the same cheap products sold by companies who have no care for you? Don't you want a buddy who has your back when in need? Well say goodbye to "Voxtech" and say hello to "Gard3n"! With just a simple press, one of our robots will be sent to you and help you with whatever you need, such as: Taking out the trash! *It'd cut to a demon with their robot taking out the trash, suddenly an imp would come at the demon with a knife, but would be quickly erased by a laser from the robot* Gardening! *It'd cut to the catlike sinner sipping on a drink as a robot resembling a bird watered his plants* And therapy! *It'd cut to a sinner on a couch while talking to a robot resembling a lady bug* Mecha's can do so much and more! And only for just 20$ a day! And if you are short on cash, don't worry! For just one week, Gard3n will provide you with a free robot! Just sign up and your robot will be there as soon as you do! And hopefully with your help, Gard3n can continue creating on other platforms and continue providing you with the service you deserve! We here at Gard3n wish you a happy time with your Mecha and hope you stay grinning! *The add would cut off and the screen would turn back to black*
Vox: What. The. Fuck.
It'd cut to an overlord meeting among the three V's, with each one annoyed at the same subject: Gard3n.
Vox: Okay, so we know that this Gard3n bullshit is fucking with our sales, and bad.
Velvette: And? You got a fuckin idea to solve it?
Valentino: How about we just, kill the person behind it?
Vox: If we do that it could be seen as us showing weakness, and we do not need that right now. Which is why I decided to invite the creator of the app to this meeting, which he should arrive.. *He would change through the camera's to see Y/n on the elevator down* Now.
The elevator would open up to reveal Y/n, only with his mask forming a permanent frown. Vox would be the first to greet him.
Vox: Hello! So great to meet you..?
Y/n (?): Y/n. And likewise.
Vox would notice the outfit he had on, one that he'd see on a gardener, which made him scoff. But he'd also notice his large stature, noticing how he was possibly taller than Valentino. As he shook his hand, he'd feel his hand grip his with a strong amount of force.
Vox: Solid handshake.
Y/n (?): Thank you.
Vox: Now I believe you haven't met the other V's yet, Velvette and Valentino, this is Y/n.
Velvette: Hey.
Valentino: Greetings.
Vox: Now, I believe you know why we invited you.
Y/n (?): I had a theory, but it just couldn't be possible.
Vox: *He'd chuckle* And what would that be?
Y/n (?): That you all are afraid that I am stealing your consumers.
It'd go silent for a few minutes, with Velvette staring daggers at Y/n while Valentino exhaled a large cloud of pink smoke.
Vox: Hm. Well we wanted to invite you here because we believe that you would make a great partner for us. And with your help we could make a great partnershi-
Y/n (?): Thank you for the offer, but I'm afraid I'll have to pass.
Vox: *He'd chuckle once more* What are you saying? With our help you could make your company even bigger! Maybe even spread it throughout all of he-
Y/n: My company is doing fine without your help, and it isn't needed. Now with that out of the way, I'd like to leave- *A chain created out of pink smoke would wrap around his hand*
Valentino: I'm afraid we can't do that darling~
Vox: Valentino. Look Y/n, we just want to make sure you know what you're doing, because if you walk out of this room. Well, we might have to get our hands dirty, and you don't want that, do you?
Y/n (?): I don't care what you do, because you simply do not matter to me. None of you do, now if you'll excuse me. *He'd break the chain easily before walking to the elevator and leaving*
The three V's all stood in silence for a few minutes.
Velvette: Nice going dipshit.
Vox would throw his phone at the wall before leaving as well, the other V's following behind.
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As Y/n got back to the shop, he'd notice Millie and Moxxie by the back entrance where he'd always enter in.
Moxxie and Millie: Y/n!
Moxxie: Where have you been?! You haven't answered any of our calls!
Millie: We thought your coworker killed ya!
Y/n (?): ..Who is this Y/n you're talking about? Just, get out of my way. I don't know you.
Moxxie: Wh- You can-
Y/n (?) would quickly enter the back door and shut it quickly. Not wanting to listen to those imps anymore. Going down to his workshop, he'd find Alastor on his seat.
Alastor: There's the creator, tell me, how'd the meeting go?
Y/n (?): Told them to fuck off, now out of my seat, deer.
Alastor would chuckle before standing up and gesturing him to sit down, leaving as Y/n went back to working.
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The End.