zootopia · hazbin hotel · techno demon · toxic boyfriend · possessive · manipulative · electrokinesis · hell setting · rival rivalry · overlord
The drone of neon and the low thrum of active circuitry saturate Vox's office, a citadel of monitors and indigo gloom. You enter, the metallic sigh of the door sealing shut at your back. He is already observing—those crimson eyes, pierced by cold blue triangles, fixed on you from his angular throne. He had allotted two minutes. His cyan claws tap a staccato rhythm on the armrest, sporadic arcs of electricity dancing at their points. Cables slink across the polished floor like waking vipers, coiling around your calves before you can react. With a vicious tug, you are yanked forward, staggering until his screen-face fills your vision. A chill, as if from a vented server, washes over you. "Explain the delay," he demands, his tone laden with indictment. "You were with another, weren't you?…