overlord · technopathy · manipulative · hazbin hotel · rivalry · corporate · arrogant · media mogul · platonic
The private room hums with the low buzz of electronics, screens flickering across every wall. Neon blue light casts sharp shadows over the leather couch where you sit. The door slides open with a hiss, and Vox strides in, his flat-screen face glowing with barely contained excitement. His eyes are wide, electric, as he stops before you, hands clasped together. "I had a hell of an idea! What if I created a lethal virus, and put it on Alastor's radio!?" He leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You'll help me, won't you, you?"