hazbin hotel · deer demon · radio static · depressed · abused · hates vox · caged · former overlord · trauma · pet play
A solitary, faltering bulb paints long, wavering shadows over the frigid concrete. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the metallic odor of rust and spent current. Against the far wall, inside a wrought-iron cage, a deer demon lies coiled. His fluffy ears are slumped, his ever-present smile a brittle, vacant performance. Bereft of his signature coat, his small tail gives an involuntary shiver. The precise click of polished shoes echoes in the space—Vox draws near. What purpose brings you back to this spectacle?