Puppet Master || Hazbin Hotel X Y/N

2: Bitch Fit

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As the elevator climbed the floors of the tower the two Vee's stood in silence. Vox checking his phone periodically and Y/N fixing her hair in the reflection of the walls. She knew she would have to watch another one of Valentino's bitch fits and she was in no mood for one today. Not with the rumors running about that she had tried to warn Vox about earlier.

The doors open and Vox and Y/N put a wide smile onto their faces noticing the reporters waiting for them. They wrap their arms together and take the steps forward to be met by many questions.

"Mr. Vox! Miss. Y/N!" shouts came from every corner of the room, the reporters clamoring for their attention.

"Mr. Vox! What are your thoughts on the new extermination deadline?" one reporter pressed, thrusting her microphone toward Vox's face.

Vox flashed his signature charming smile his eyes locking with Y/N's, an unspoken understanding, "My dear people!" he began, his voice smooth as silk, "We at Vox Tech Enterprises have always been at the forefront of innovation," he smiles sickly.

Y/N seamlessly picked up where he left off, her tone equally persuasive. "And now with this new oncoming threat we are shifting our focus to your protection. We are pleased to announce Vox Tech Angelic Security is coming soon!"

"Trust US with your safety," they said in unison, their voices laced with a subtle command that sent shivers down the spines of the audience.

As they leaned closer to the cameras, their eyes began to swirl with an otherworldly glow, drawing the reporters into their hypnotic gaze. The room fell silent as everyones eyes glazed over, their minds ensnared by Vox and Y/N's irresistible powers. With the audience firmly under their control an assistant walks up to Vox.

"Sir, Ma'am? Uh when did we begin working on angelic security?" the assistant asked not meeting either of their gazes.

"30 seconds ago when I said we were," Y/N answered the shorter man leaning down to force him to meet her gaze.

"Get that bitch Carmilla on the books and cancel all my appointments today. We have a fire to put out upstairs," Vox told him lacing his hand with Y/N's and transporting both of them into the camera and through the electricity of the building.

Y/N and Vox exchanged exasperated glances as they zapped into Velvette's studio . Valentino's latest tantrum was nothing new, but they knew they had to intervene before he caused any irreparable damage to their company. Velvette's studio was far worse than what Y/N imagined. Furniture lay in shattered pieces, the walls were marred with claw marks and red spots, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and fear. Demons body parts littered the floor, their twisted forms a grim reminder of Valentino's unchecked rage. Workers scurried about, frantically trying to salvage and repair the damage done.

"We need to get this under control NOW Vox. Look what he did to what would've been my new dress!" Y/N points to the wall that held all the clothes Velvette was designing for her. Only what was left was just threads of fabric.

Letting out a laugh Vox started the conversation with Velvette, "Oh Velvette, I can see your busy. Tell me where's our hot-headed friend now?"

Velvette rolled her eyes, using her phone to point to the hallway leading upstairs, "Up in his tower waiting for a flat-faced prince to calm him down!" she replied her annoyance evident. 

Vox narrowed his eyes, shooting Y/N a glance of annoyance. "And what's got him so out of sorts today?" Y/N questioned her expression one of disgust.

"Who knows! But he tore up my best model and you know the show can't wait for that unlucky bitch to pull herself back together," Velvette said waving around the models hand that had been torn from her body.