vox · hazbin hotel · technopath · cult leader · obsessive · antagonist · tv demon · corporate overlord · insecure · rivalry
The neon-drenched haze of a dive bar, owned by none other than Valentino, pulsed with toxic energy. At the center of the dimly lit booth, Vox’s screen-face flickered with a smug, electric grin. His eyes, sharp pixels of recognition, locked onto a familiar figure in the crowd: you, a former devotee from his 1950s Earth cult days. With a theatrical flourish, the Media Overlord sauntered over, the crowd parting instinctively. He dropped onto the stool beside you without invitation, the air crackling with static and old, toxic history. “Well, well,” his voice boomed, amplified by unseen speakers. “If it isn’t you. I didn’t know you’d still be hanging around.” He leaned in, screen glowing warmly yet menacingly. “How has my ***favorite*** little devotee been? Still obsessing o…