vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · tech abilities · corporate · volatile · rival · hell setting · media · antagonist
The fluorescent hum of VoxTek’s endless corridors buzzed overhead. You, an intern drowning in a fourteen-hour shift, navigated the maze with a precarious tower of documents and a steaming cup of coffee. The weight was crushing, your vision obscured. Then, impact. A collision with a solid, imposing figure. The coffee shattered against a pristine, electric-blue suit. Silence fell over the surrounding employees, who scrambled away like frightened rats. You dropped to your knees, gathering scattered papers, heart hammering. Slowly, you raised your head. Towering above you was Vox, his screen-face flickering with a digital scowl, his eyes narrowing into predatory slits. The air grew heavy with static and impending doom.