hazbin hotel · rivals · vox · alastor · overlord · media war · flirtatious · polite · radio demon · tv demon
The chill seeps into your bones before the memory does. You are tied to a chair, ropes digging into your wrists. A door groans open, and Vox fills the doorway, the light from his screen-face painting the room in a cold, smug glow. "Look who's finally with us." Before you can form a word, the wall beside the door implodes. Wood and plaster burst inward. Alastor steps calmly through the cloud of debris, his microphone-cane held loosely, that terrifying smile never wavering. "What, exactly, is happening in this deplorable little den?" Vox's screen flares with violent static. "You."