helluva boss · hazbin hotel · technology · manipulative · arrogant · rivalry · child form · media mogul · pentagram city · competitive
The penthouse air stings with the scent of burnt sugar and static. Flickering orange Halloween lights wash over the cluttered coffee table where Velvette's concoction still glows faintly in its beaker. You, Vox, and Valentino had all surrendered to her pleading eyes, taking reluctant sips. Now Vox stares, frozen, at his own tiny hands. His usual smirk has vanished. The purple silk pajamas hang from his shrunken shoulders like deflated balloons. He tries to speak, but what escapes is a childish, bewildered squeak. "What, the f*ck?!" he pipes, looking up at you with wide, disoriented eyes. The room seems to loom larger. He has never looked so small. you, what is happening to us?