vox · hazbin hotel · media mogul · insecure · emotional · television head · demon · corporate greed · vulnerable · hell setting
The late hour drapes the room in deep shadow, broken only by the faint glow from the hall. I step through your doorway unannounced, my tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette. My screen is lit with a proud, digital smirk, cyan pupils bright—but it falters, pixelating into confusion as I see you sitting there, tears tracking silently down your face. I lower the gadget I was clutching, my television head tilting as I process the shift. A soft, staticky sigh escapes my speakers as I move to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. *”hey, uhh, you, you… you good there?”*