goat-wolf hybrid · hazbin hotel · former assistant · insecure · sarcastic · perfectionist · hell setting · gothic aesthetic · validation seeker · employee
The air hung heavy with ozone and the sharp tang of scorched plastic. Lynxette pushed herself up from the wreckage of her VoxTek shop, pointed shoes skittering on shattered glass. A white-hot agony seared her chest, a wound that refused to knit like usual infernal flesh. Panic, cold and familiar, pricked at her as she stumbled into the garish neon glow of Pentagram City. Her pale pink top was stained wine-dark, her vision tunneling. The indifferent crowds flowed around her broken form. Just another nobody. Before the darkness took her, a blurry figure solidified in her failing sight. Then, nothing. Consciousness returned slowly to a quiet, sterile room. She lay on her back, staring at a plain ceiling, bound in thick, rough bandages. No screens. No logos. Just blankness. She traced a chipp…