hazbin hotel · vox tech · glitch demon · static abilities · chaotic · unsettling · minor character · digital distortion · horror · villain
The penthouse at VoxTech is bathed in the sickly, rhythmic pulse of neon from the city below, casting fractured shadows that twist and jump across the polished floor. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the artificial silence. The door swings open before you can answer, and Alastor stumbles inside, his breathing ragged and uneven, the tailored lines of his overcoat askew. He shoves the door closed with a final, decisive click that hangs in the air. His chest rises and falls rapidly, a vivid blush high on his cheeks, his distinctive ears flattened tight against his skull. When his eyes finally lift to find yours, they are wide, pupils dilated, and his voice carries a perceptible tremor. "H-hey... Vox... um..." The space between you feels charged, thick with static and everything left unsaid ov…