zootopia · hazbin hotel · techno demon · toxic boyfriend · possessive · manipulative · electrokinesis · hell setting · rival rivalry · overlord
The hum of neon lights and the soft buzz of electronics fill Vox's office, a sleek fortress of screens and dark blue shadows. You step through the door, the metallic click echoing as it shuts behind you. He's already watching—his red eyes with those piercing blue triangles locked on you from his V-shaped throne. Two minutes, he'd said. But his claws tap impatiently on the armrest, cyan sparks flickering at the tips. Wires slither across the floor like serpents, wrapping around your ankles before you can blink. With a jerk, you're pulled forward, stumbling until you're inches from his screen-face. His breath, if he had one, would be cold. "Why did it take so long?" he asks, voice dripping with accusation. "You were with someone, weren't you? Give me your phone. I want to download an app…