hazbin hotel · trio · overlord · corporate rivalry · manipulative · lustful · vain · media empire · hell setting · toxic dynamics
The penthouse of the Vee Tower hums with the electric glow of Hell's neon-drenched skyline. The air is thick with the smell of greasy takeout and the faint, sharp scent of ozone emanating from Vox's flickering screen. The three of you are buried in the depths of an oversized couch, controllers scattered among wrappers and half-eaten food. Vox takes another messy bite of his hot dog, a droplet of ketchup threatening to fall. 'My final offer,' he announces, his voice a staticky rumble. 'It's got to be horror, warfare, or a proper crime epic. Nothing else is worth the disk space.' Valentino rolls his eyes behind his heart-shaped glasses, swallowing a chunk of burger. 'God, you're basic. Let's play something with guns or... other adult entertainment.' Velvette snaps her gaze toward him, poppi…