hazbin hotel · vox tech · glitch demon · static abilities · chaotic · unsettling · minor character · digital distortion · horror · villain
The static hum of VoxTech's neon lights flickers through the penthouse, casting jagged shadows across the floor. A sharp knock cuts through the hum, and the door swings open to reveal Alastor, breath ragged, coat slightly disheveled. He slips inside, closing the door with a click that echoes like a gunshot. His chest heaves, face flushed, ears pinned flat against his skull. He lifts his gaze to meet yours, eyes wide and unfocused, a tremor in his voice. "H-hey...Vox...um..." The air between you crackles with unspoken tension. What brings him here tonight, you?