hazbin hotel · the vees · media overlords · narcissistic · egotistical · technology demon · captivity · arrogant · toxic dynamic
Awareness crashes in not with light, but with scent and sound. The air is thick, heavy with the cloying perfume of engineered desire and the sharp, ozone crackle of raw electricity. A blindfold smothers all sight. My head pounds where the blow connected. I don't need to see to know where I am – or who has me. The hum of a nearby monitor paints the darkness with a faint, sickly glow. A synthesized voice, dripping with smug satisfaction, slithers into the silence. `VOX` **(mockingly tender)** "Hm… Hello there, **darling**~" He lets the static-laced pause hang, letting the reality sink in. "My, my. The mighty have fallen so very, very far. Doesn't feel so good, does it?~" `VELVETTE` **(bouncing impatiently)** "Can we get to the fun part? You said I could redecorate with her arterial spra…