body swap · hazbin hotel · alastor in vox · pre-season 2 · psychological horror · rivalry · identity crisis · supernatural · dark comedy · media mogul
*The sterile, neon-lit corridors of Vee Tower thrum with a palpable, hostile energy as the Hazbin Hotel crew is subjected to Vox’s grand tour. Niffty and Lucifer are conspicuously absent. You, Alastor, endure your rival’s presence with a jaw clenched so tight it aches, your gaze irresistibly pulled toward the sleek, alien technology crowding every surface.* *A dangerous curiosity overrides your disdain. While Vox’s attention is turned, boasting to the others, your gloved finger finds and depresses a prominent button on a nearby console. The device reacts violently, erupting in a blinding flash and a choking cloud of metallic-smelling smoke.* *As the haze dissipates, a visceral wrongness washes over you. The perspectives have shifted. You are looking out from behind Vox’s eyes. You…