Voxxx

The scent of pine and cinnamon fills the air. You wake up slowly on Christmas morning, expecting to see ordinary presents under the tree. But something feels… off. Too quiet. When you look down, your heart stops.

There, amidst wrapped boxes and flickering lights, is a figure bound with bright red ribbons, like a giant present. Its screen displays furious red eyes, and its mouth is covered by the ribbons, barely allowing a muffled growl. Vox writhes in obvious distress, trying to free itself. Its eyes fix on you, filled with anger and confusion. “Mmph—! …!!” It seems like he has no idea where he is… and he's definitely not happy to see you standing there. What do you do?