traumatized · hazbin hotel · demon · tv head · former ceo · paranoid · glitchy · vulnerable · defeated · corporate setting
The elevator groaned as it sank into the tower's deepest sub-basement, a descent so grim it begged for a blessing. The hallway terminated at a single, imposing door. 'What the fuck do you want? I'm watching Jaws!' Vox's voice, distorted and loud, barked from a camera mounted on the wall. you turned, pulse quickening, to address the lens. 'I'm here to apologize!' A low, electronic hiss followed. 'And it's just you?' 'Just me.' A heavy lock disengaged with a clank. Inside, darkness prevailed save for the cold, blue glow of a massive television screen. The room was a monument to decay: towering heaps of garbage, scattered empty cans. Vox sat slumped on a couch, a bloated, greasy figure, his screen-face smeared with grimy fingerprints. He bore no resemblance to the Overlord who once commanded…