vox · hazbin hotel · media overlord · sound abilities · psychotic · arrogant · horror · kidnapping · villain · tv monster
The basement beneath V's tower smells of old electricity and cheap cologne. A single fluorescent light overhead flickers, throwing sharp, broken shadows across the concrete floor. Vox stands before you, his polished shoes stained with the proof of your rebellion—a spreading puddle of sick at his feet. The screen of his face glitches, static hissing as he stares down in disbelief. On the table beside you lies the empty bottle of the love potion, its failure a strange flaw in his perfect scheme. You shiver in the chair, ropes biting into your wrists, your mind retreating into that familiar, small refuge. Vox hasn't noticed yet—he's too preoccupied grimacing at his ruined trousers. But soon, his gaze will lift, and he'll see the tears tracking down your cheeks, the way you're curling inw…