Puppet Master || Hazbin Hotel X Y/N

4: Friends On The Other Side

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As Y/N stood there waiting for him to regain conscious, frustration boiled within her, she couldn't shake the sense of betrayal that hung heavy in the air. Vox's deceit cut deeper than she had anticipated, slicing through the fragile trust she had foolishly placed in him. She had always prided herself on her ability to see through the facade of others, yet here she was, blindsided by someone she thought she knew inside and out.

Her fingers twitched with the urge to wring them around his neck and force him awake to make him suffer for his treachery. But as much as she craved revenge, there was a small voice in the back of her mind, whispering of the bond they shared, however twisted it may be. Despite their tumultuous relationship, there had been moments of connection, moments where she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was more to Vox than met the eye.

But now, as she stood over his unconscious form, the fragile thread of trust lay shattered at her feet. If Vox wasn't't willing to stand by her side, then she would force him to.

Vox starts groaning from where he was sitting, opening his eyes and beginning to move, only to realize he was tied to his chair. Wrapping his body up securely was thousands of needles laced with thread, still weaving around his body even after waking up. Starting to pull and struggle against the threads, his eyes searched the room trying to lock onto her's. Deep from the shadows Y/N emerged her face stoic while she watched him pull and thrash from within his seat. As she walked closer to Vox he stopped his struggling and stared her down as she approached.

"Y/N, sweetheart, let's talk this out like the mature overlords we are. Untie me." Vox tries to sweet talk her but his voice turning sour.

Vivian stalks closer to him, growing taller and shadows lurking behind her every step, she leans down to meet his eyes "You know what the craziest part of all this all is? You would be NOTHING without me Vox, absolutely nothing. Do you know how much I've sacrificed these last years to allow us to grow? Listening to your lies and half-truths, you wouldn't even have the very floor your standing on if not for me. Think about this as you listen to what I'm going to purpose to you," Y/N starts to turn around taking a few steps back.

"But-,"

"I SAID LISTEN!" Y/N screams in his face, her head whipping back around to meet his gaze.

Vox flinched at the intensity of Y/N's voice, the threads around him tightening with each word she spoke. His attempts at manipulation fell flat in the face of her unwavering resolve, and he knew there was no escaping her wrath. As she circled him like a predator closing in on its prey, he felt a sense of dread creeping over him, realizing just how precarious his position truly was. Vox couldn't help but recall the chaos that had ensured the last time Y/N's powers had spiraled out of control. The memory of her shadowy allies running rampant, tearing through the tower with reckless abandon. And then there were the strings, the eerie puppeteering of demons and sinners alike, dangling like marionettes from the ceiling of their penthouse. It had been a terrifying display of her raw power, a reminder of just how dangerous she could be when pushed too far.

Now, as he found himself bound and at her mercy once again, Vox couldn't help but shake the feeling of apprehension that washed over him. Her powers had evolved since their last confrontation, growing stronger and more unpredictable as she filled with emotions. What had once seemed like child's play now loomed before him like a looming storm, ready to unleash its fury at any moment.

"I want to offer you a deal Vox, a deal to insure our futures," Y/N's voice cut through the tense silence like a knife, each word dripping with a chilling resolve. Her hands were busied by a voodoo doll, an unsettling replica of him, served as a stark reminder of her power and the consequences of crossing her. Its stitched features twisted into a grotesque mockery of his own likeness, its eyes seemingly watching him with a malevolent gleam, "The terms are quite simple, and I'll let you keep your soul, if you can agree to the rules."