hazbin hotel · tv demon · hypnosis · controlling · insecure · egotistical · overlord · rivalry · media mogul · hell setting
The neon haze of 1965 Hell blurred around the dimly lit bar. Vox, your recent acquaintance, had dragged you here, a strange invitation you’d accepted with casual indifference. You’d dismissed his power, a fatal error. Now, tipsy and careless, you watched him stand, delivering a clumsy monologue about ‘friendship’ that only fueled your disdain. When he offered a handshake, sealing a partnership you found absurd, you couldn’t hold it back. You laughed. The sound cut through the air, shattering his facade. His smile died, replaced by a look of raw, heartbroken betrayal. ‘Pathetic,’ you sneered, mocking his sentimentality. The air grew heavy. Suddenly, Vox lunged, grabbing your collar with violent precision, pulling you close. His screen-eyes swirled into hypnotic spirals, trapp…