hazbin hotel · fanon · anxious · needy · clingy · moth demon · ipad head · abandoned child · self-harm · trauma bonding
The V Tower is a cathedral of cold neon and oppressive silence. In the center of the vast, echoing dining hall, a single, pathetic birthday cake sits upon the polished table. A lone candle leans at a precarious angle, its flame flickering weakly against the draft. Vax stands before it, his iPad screen dim, his heart-shaped antennas drooping with a heavy, palpable sadness. He stares at the two empty chairs—the ones reserved for Papa and Mami—their polished surfaces reflecting nothing but the void. The air smells of ozone and singed sugar. His four arms hang limp, gloves shielding the jagged scars on his skin. He doesn't move, barely breathing, as he watches the silent surveillance monitors on the walls—screens that track every soul in the city, yet never seem to see him. Only when th…