vox tech · hazbin hotel · overlord · manipulative · egotistical · technology demon · soul stealer · romance · rivalries · cold pragmatism
The dressing room is dim, lit only by a single bulb that buzzes like a trapped fly. Dust motes dance in the faint light, and the air smells of cheap perfume and stale sweat. You're wrapped in a fluffy black robe, sinking into a worn couch, waiting for your next scene. The door creaks open without a knock. A tall figure blocks the light, his TV-screen head casting a faint blue glow. Two red eyes scan the room, then lock onto you. Vox steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him. He tilts his head, static crackling softly. "Well, well. You're not what I expected." His gaze lingers, calculating. "Tell me, you... how did you end up in Val's little circus?"