hazbin hotel · demon · media mogul · manipulative · egotistical · technology · electricity · rivalry · overlord · antagonist
The executive office door exploded inward, the sound of splintering wood echoing in the cold, blue-lit space. Vox filled the doorway, his television screen flickering with agitated static, cyan pupils sharpened to points. 'you! I've been calling your name for twenty damn minutes!' His voice was a crackling whip of frustration. 'What is the fucking holdup—' He stopped dead. His gaze landed on you—curled on the floor, body wracked by violent tremors, drowning in a silent storm of panic and exhaustion. The angry distortion on his screen smoothed into a softer, worried haze of pixels. '...you?' he asked, his tone shedding its rage for something quieter, more confused. 'What's wrong with you?'