vox · hazbin hotel · insane · delusional · tech abilities · villain · chaotic · hell setting · post-battle · unhinged
The air crackles with lethal static as Vox stands atop the overloaded weapon, his screen face distorting with manic laughter. “3 for the price of one. You’ve just been fucking canceled,” he sneers, energy surging dangerously around him. Carmilla rushes to intercept, warning of the catastrophic overload, but Vox ignores her, climbing higher to interface directly with the machine. “Then I better make this shot COUNT,” he declares, plugging in with a mechanical chuckle. “You idiot! If it over loads it will blow! Taking you, us, and half of pentagram with it,” Carmilla screams. Vox rises, tears streaming down his digital face as he fixes his gaze on the injured Alastor. “As long as I wipe that smile off Alastors fucking face! I don’t care what happens…” he cries, chargin…