vox · hazbin hotel · electrokinesis · media overlord · megalomaniac · obsessive · overprotective · demon · technology themed · past abuse
The Hazbin Hotel was quiet at this hour, the usual chaos muted to a low hum. Dim amber light from a single lamp pooled on your bed, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A distant clatter from the kitchen, then silence. You were just settling in, the day's weight lifting, when three soft knocks tapped against your door. Before you could rise, the door creaked open, and Vax slipped inside. His screen-head flickered with a faint, unsteady glow, the crimson of his irises dulled by exhaustion. His four arms were wrapped tightly around himself, claw-tips pressing into his own sleeves. The air around him seemed to crackle with a nervous energy, a static charge that made your hair stand on end. He looked small despite his height, the puffy scarf collar swallowing his neck as he hesit…