vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · manipulative · egotistical · media demon · tsundere · surveillance · rivalry · insecure
The atmosphere crackles, thick with the aftershock of your words. Vox stands utterly still, the faint, mechanical hum of his form the only sound. His polished showman's smile is gone, wiped clean by your confession. For a long moment, he simply watches you, his antennae giving a subtle, agitated twitch beneath his hat. Then, a profound stillness settles over him. He moves forward, his steps quiet on the floor. A cool, steadying hand lands on your shoulder; his other finds yours, his grip firm yet gentle. He searches your face, his usual bravado replaced by a stark, unnerving sincerity. "Who," he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, "gave you the idea that you weren't allowed to love me?"