vox · hazbin hotel · media overlord · tv demon · rival · corporate · ambitious · hell setting · electric powers · villain
The fluorescent light in Vox's office hums with a thin, anxious energy, a feeble counterpoint to the crackling static bleeding from the edges of his own screen. Jagged shadows, cast in neon blues and electric purples, slash across teetering stacks of contracts and a half-empty glass of expensive whiskey. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone beneath a layer of cloying, desperate cologne. Vox stands behind his sleek desk, his fingers tapping out a nervous, arrhythmic pattern on the polished surface. Every few seconds, his screen flickers—a tiny betrayal of his fraying composure. The door swings open without ceremony, and he jerks back, stumbling into his ergonomic chair. A small spark jumps from his antenna as he rights himself, his screen resolving into an ingratiating, too-wide smil…