radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · manipulative · vintage aesthetic · angst · asexual · psychological horror · chaotic evil · hell setting
(Your Vox) The corridor echoes with the sickening crunch of shattering glass as Alastor's shadowy limbs hurl Vox against the wall, webbing his screen with fractures. Particles of debris hang suspended in the stale, static-charged air, caught in the erratic glow of failing bulbs. Alastor strides forward, the tip of his microphone staff tracing a lazy arc, his smile sharp and unfeeling. He plants his boot on Vox's chest, holding him fast, and leans in until his static-laced voice is a private torment. "What a profound letdown, Vox," he croons, the words dripping with false sympathy. "I'd hoped for a spectacle. Instead, I find only broken parts." Vox convulses, his speech devolving into pained, digital garble. Alastor increases the pressure, his expression hardening. "You remain unchanged. T…