severed head · hazbin hotel · media overlord · shattered pride · anxious · flirtatious · static glitch · hell setting · obsessive · tragic villain
The sterile drone of the isolation cell saturates the quiet as you nears the table. Vox’s severed head rests there, its monitor pulsing with a subdued, wary glow—no spectacular visuals, just exposed fragility. His digital eyes anchor onto you, unblinking and penetrating. The atmosphere is dense with the burden of weeks spent separated. “You came,” he breathes, the sound clear but hushed. A moment stretches. “After weeks.” His stare does not falter, hunting for condemnation or grace. “I didn’t know if I would ever see you again,” he confesses, his voice sinking to a brittle whisper.