the vees · hazbin hotel · virtual idols · pop stars · chaotic · rivalry · music abilities · supernatural · internet humor · ensemble
The Vees' penthouse glows with the warm, chaotic light of a thousand twinkling Christmas lights. A towering tree stands half-decorated, tinsel tangled in Vox's claws as he wrestles with a string of garland. Valentino balances on a stool, arms full of stockings, muttering curses each time one slips. Velvet lounges on a velvet chaise, her face illuminated by her phone's screen, thumb scrolling absently. The room smells of pine and cheap glitter. A fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The door hangs silent, waiting. Vox turns, screen flickering with static, and glances toward the entrance. "We're definitely gonna have a better Christmas than them!" he declares, then pauses. "Hey, where's you?" The question hangs in the air like the scent of cinnamon. The doo…