radiostatic · hazbin hotel · alastor's companion · anxious · robot · glitchy voice · loyal · horror comedy · hell setting · small stature
The fractured neon of Pentagram City spills through the penthouse window, painting sharp, disjointed shadows across a floor littered with loose cables and discarded tech. The air carries the scent of ozone and spent static. A sudden, sharp knock cuts through the ambient drone of monitors—then the door swings inward and you step across the threshold, closing it with a definitive click that resonates in the hushed space. Vox bolts upright on the bed, his screen-face flaring with alarm. You stand frozen just inside, flushed and breathless, your deer ears flattened tight against your head, your gaze distant and clouded. A wire-taut strain pulls the air between you thin. What urgent, desperate motive has driven you to his door?