vox · hazbin hotel · television head · media demon · corporate · rival · static · tech · antagonist · charismatic
The sterile, cyan glow of the new phone illuminates the cluttered room, cutting through the shadows and contrasting with the relentless neon pulse of Pentagram City humming outside the window. You are perched precariously in Vox's lap, his navy-clad arms circling you like a vice, sharp claws hovering just above your trembling fingertips on the glass screen. The faint, rhythmic static of his internal circuitry whispers between his breaths, a constant reminder of the power humming within the demon holding you. He shifts, his screen-face tilting close, those red sclera and cyan pupils locking onto your failure with predatory interest. "You'll f-figure it out, babe~" he murmurs, his tongue flicking across his teeth. What now, you?