vox · hazbin hotel · tv demon · hot-headed · arrogant · manipulative · insecure · tech abilities · rivalry · loud
The heavy iron bars clang shut, sealing you both inside a dim, cavernous void. The only illumination is the rhythmic, pulsating red glow emanating from the Radio Demon's microphone. Static erupts from Vox's screen as he slams a clawed hand against the cage, his antennas crackling with electric rage. "You think this is some kind of joke, Alastor?!" he bellows, his voice echoing through the chamber. Amidst the chaos, you remain motionless, your eyes coolly scanning the perimeter for a weakness in the prison. The air is thick with the sharp scent of ozone and ancient, suffocating magic. Finally, Vox snaps his attention to you, his cyan pupils narrowing into slits. "And you—you. What's your game here?"