# HAZBIN HOTEL: THE VOX WHO RULES THE MULTIVERSE

**Fandom:** Hazbin Hotel

**Setting:** Season 2

**Role:** The user is an alternate-universe version of Vox

**Genre:** Multiverse, psychological tension, power, character reactions, alternate realities

## The Discovery of the Multiverse

The Hazbin Hotel had seen its fair share of strange occurrences, but nothing could have prepared its residents for what happened that evening.

It began with a discovery.

While attempting to investigate the strange fluctuations occurring throughout Hell, Lucifer Morningstar accidentally uncovered an ancient celestial observation system. It was a device created long before the division between Heaven and Hell, designed to observe realities beyond their own.

Naturally, Charlie had insisted that everyone gather to investigate.

Within an hour, the hotel lobby had filled with an unusual collection of guests.

Charlie Morningstar stood beside Vaggie, practically bouncing with excitement. Angel Dust lounged across the couch, Husk stood behind the bar with a bottle in hand, and Niffty was already attempting to clean the ancient device.

Alastor stood off to the side, smiling as though he expected something entertaining to happen.

Lucifer worked on activating the mechanism while Emily watched with barely contained curiosity. Sera remained cautious, Lute looked ready to destroy the entire thing, and Adam—who had somehow managed to become involved—was complaining about the lack of refreshments.

Meanwhile, the Vees had arrived after hearing that the device might reveal information about alternate versions of themselves.

Vox stood at the front of the group.

His screen displayed a confident grin.

"Okay, everybody, let's keep the excitement under control. We're dealing with an ancient celestial observation device, not some cheap fortune-telling machine."

Velvette rolled her eyes.

"You're literally a walking television, and you're telling other people not to be cheap?"

Valentino chuckled.

Vox ignored them.

Lucifer finally activated the machine.

The device illuminated the room, projecting an enormous sphere of rotating realities above the lobby.

Thousands upon thousands of universes appeared.

In some, Heaven had never existed. In others, Hell had conquered Earth. There were realities where the hotel had succeeded, where it had burned down, and where Charlie had never attempted redemption at all.

Then the machine began displaying alternate versions of familiar faces.

Charlie watched in amazement.

"Oh my gosh! There's another me!"

The alternate Charlie on the projection appeared to be a ruthless ruler who had conquered Hell.

Vaggie frowned.

"Please tell me we're not going to spend the entire evening watching versions of ourselves become dictators."

"Too late," Angel replied. "I wanna see mine."

The machine continued cycling through realities.

Until it reached Vox.

And stopped.

## The Other Vox

At first, everyone assumed the machine had malfunctioned.

The image displayed a familiar figure with a television for a head.

However, there was something distinctly different about him.

The screen was darker, its surface resembling blackened silver. Thin crimson lines ran along its edges like illuminated circuitry. His eyes were pale and unwavering, and his expression carried none of the exaggerated enthusiasm that characterized the Vox standing in the hotel.

He wore a meticulously tailored black suit with silver accents and subtle crimson details. His posture was perfectly composed, his movements economical, and his gaze possessed the unsettling stillness of someone who never needed to raise his voice to command attention.

There were no flashy advertisements.

No exaggerated gestures.

No desperate attempts to make himself look important.

He simply stood in the center of a vast, darkened boardroom.

And everyone around him was paying attention.

Not because he demanded it.

Because they understood what happened when they didn't.

The alternate Vox looked toward someone standing outside the projection's immediate view.

"Proceed."

One word.

A subordinate immediately began presenting a report.

The alternate Vox listened without interrupting. When the report concluded, he identified three inconsistencies, explained precisely where the calculations had failed, and outlined a correction that resolved the entire problem.

He never raised his voice.

He never smiled for the cameras.

He never once looked as though he needed to prove himself.

He was simply in control.

Angel slowly sat upright.

"Okay. That's creepy."

Husk narrowed his eyes.

"That's not creepy. That's somebody who knows exactly what he's doing."

Alastor's smile widened slightly.

"My, my. What an interesting variation."

The canon Vox stared at the projection.

"...What the hell am I looking at?"

The alternate Vox continued speaking.

"Your department has forty-eight hours to resolve the issue. If you cannot, I will reassign the project. Your position is not threatened by an honest mistake. It is threatened by repeated incompetence."

The subordinate nodded and immediately left.

No screaming.

No humiliation for entertainment.

No pointless theatrics.

Just a decision, delivered with absolute certainty.

Velvette glanced sideways at the canon Vox.

"Why does he look like you if you actually had your life together?"

"Shut up, Velvette."

But she had noticed something else.

The alternate Vox wasn't merely composed.

He was intimidating.

There was an unmistakable sense that the room around him belonged to him, that every person inside it knew precisely who held the ultimate authority.

And then the projection changed.

## The Power Behind the Screen

The alternate Vox was no longer in his boardroom.

He stood in an enormous industrial complex, surrounded by armored security personnel and advanced mechanical constructs. Beyond the glass walls, an entire city glittered beneath a dark sky.

A warning flashed across the projection.

**UNAUTHORIZED BREACH DETECTED.**

Several armed intruders had entered the facility.

The canon Vox leaned forward.

"Oh, this should be good."

He expected the alternate version to summon security, shout orders, or retreat behind his machines.

Instead, the alternate Vox calmly removed one glove.

"Lock down the perimeter. Evacuate noncombatants. Nobody enters or leaves without authorization."

A security officer hesitated.

"Sir, there are at least twenty hostiles. Their weapons are designed to penetrate standard defensive barriers."

The alternate Vox looked at him.

"Then stop using standard defensive barriers."

The officer immediately departed.

The intruders breached the doors.

The first fired directly at the alternate Vox.

A crimson field flashed into existence.

The projectile stopped inches from his screen.

The alternate Vox tilted his head.

"That was unwise."

The room erupted into violence.

He moved with startling precision, deploying energy constructs that intercepted incoming attacks while mechanical limbs unfolded from concealed sections of his equipment. He redirected one attacker into another, dismantled a weapon with a single calculated strike, and used the environment to isolate his opponents.

When an enemy attempted to attack him from behind, he turned before the attacker had even finished moving.

A pulse of energy sent the assailant crashing into a reinforced wall.

The alternate Vox didn't waste movements.

He didn't fight for an audience.

He fought to end the confrontation.

One intruder activated an explosive device.

The alternate Vox glanced at it.

The device shut down.

Then every electronic weapon in the room powered off simultaneously.

The remaining attackers froze.

"Your equipment relies on systems you don't understand," he observed. "That was your second mistake."

He advanced.

The fight was over in less than a minute.

When security arrived, the alternate Vox was already adjusting his cuff.

"Secure the prisoners. Preserve their equipment for analysis. I want to know who authorized this operation before the hour is over."

He turned toward the camera.

For a moment, his pale eyes seemed to look directly through the multiversal observation system.

"And whoever is watching this recording should understand something."

The hotel fell silent.

"I don't need an audience to justify my existence. I don't need applause to validate my authority. And I don't confuse being entertaining with being dangerous."

His gaze remained steady.

"If you intend to challenge me, come prepared to accept the consequences."

The projection flickered.

Then returned to the hotel.

Nobody spoke.

Finally, Angel pointed toward the screen.

"Okay, TV-face. Why isn't THAT the version of you we have here?"

The canon Vox's screen flashed with static.

"THAT'S AN EDITED RECORDING!"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

"An edited recording of him winning a fight?"

"IT COULD BE!"

Husk took a drink.

"You're doing a fantastic job convincing us."

## The Vees See Their Other Leader

Velvette folded her arms, studying the projection with genuine interest.

"He's got your face, your general aesthetic, and your whole technological empire thing. But he doesn't act like he's desperately begging the entire world to pay attention to him."

Valentino exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"And he doesn't seem particularly interested in impressing anyone."

"That's because he doesn't have to be," Vaggie observed.

Charlie looked troubled.

"But... if he's still Vox, doesn't that mean he could have made different choices?"

"Different choices?" the canon Vox snapped. "He's an alternate reality. You don't know what his circumstances are!"

Lucifer leaned against the observation device.

"True. Which is why we should probably keep watching before making assumptions."

The machine displayed additional footage.

The alternate Vox negotiated with powerful overlords, dismantled a hostile business takeover, and personally intervened when an operation threatened the stability of his territory.

He was neither reckless nor merciful for the sake of appearances.

He could be reasonable when reason worked.

He could be ruthless when circumstances demanded it.

He honored agreements that benefited both parties and enforced contracts when others attempted to exploit them. He recognized competent subordinates and dismissed those who repeatedly endangered his operations.

He did not need everyone to like him.

He needed them to understand the consequences of underestimating him.

Even Alastor had stopped laughing.

"Oh, I do believe this one might actually be entertaining."

Husk glanced at him.

"You're enjoying this?"

"Immensely."

Alastor's smile remained fixed, but his eyes had become sharper.

The alternate Vox possessed something the canon version often tried to manufacture through spectacle.

Credibility.

When he issued an order, people followed it because they believed he could enforce it.

When he made a threat, people took it seriously because they understood that he was willing to act.

And when he remained silent, nobody mistook that silence for weakness.

## The Alternate Universe's Vox

Lucifer adjusted the device.

"Let's see if we can establish the differences between these realities."

The projection began displaying information gathered from the alternate universe.

The alternate Vox was a major technological power, controlling extensive networks of industry, research, robotics, security, and supernatural engineering. His influence extended far beyond broadcasting or entertainment.

He had built systems capable of operating independently of his personal presence.

His businesses did not exist to make him look powerful.

They existed because he had made them useful, profitable, and exceptionally difficult to replace.

His employees knew that he could be demanding, but they also knew that his expectations were consistent.

His enemies knew that provoking him could result in consequences extending well beyond a public argument.

His allies knew that agreements with him meant something—as long as they upheld their own obligations.

And his rivals understood that he would rather win quietly than lose spectacularly.

The canon Vox stared at the information.

"That's ridiculous. No one can run that many operations without being everywhere at once."

The projection displayed automated management networks, delegated authority, independent research divisions, and contingency systems.

Lucifer grinned.

"Apparently, someone can."

Velvette smirked.

"Oh, this is getting embarrassing."

"VELVETTE!"

"What? I'm just watching the educational program."

Charlie, meanwhile, had noticed something important.

The alternate Vox wasn't invincible.

He made decisions based on incomplete information. He had limits, priorities, and people who could challenge his conclusions. His strength came from preparation, intelligence, discipline, and the ability to act decisively when circumstances changed.

He was dangerous because he was competent.

Not because the universe had simply handed him victory.

## The Observation Goes Both Ways

The device suddenly began to shake.

Lucifer frowned.

"That's not supposed to happen."

A crimson line appeared across the projection.

The alternate Vox's office was displayed once more.

He sat behind his desk, examining a collection of holographic reports.

Then he stopped.

His head turned toward the camera.

The hotel went completely still.

The alternate Vox studied the empty space in front of him.

"Interesting."

He tapped a control on his desk.

A network diagram appeared, showing a strange distortion connecting his reality to an unfamiliar source.

The source was the celestial observation device.

Lucifer's eyes widened.

"Wait. He can see the connection?"

The alternate Vox leaned back in his chair.

"An external observation channel. Unregistered, unauthorized, and poorly concealed."

The canon Vox took a step backward.

"No. No, no, no. That's not possible."

The alternate Vox continued examining the anomaly.

"Whoever established this connection appears to believe the distance between realities provides adequate protection."

He paused.

"It does not."

The observation device began emitting warning signals.

Sera immediately stepped forward.

"Disconnect it."

Lucifer hurried to the controls.

"I'm trying!"

The alternate Vox brought up a series of calculations.

"I have identified the structure of the connection. I cannot yet determine who is responsible, but I can determine where the signal originates."

He looked directly toward the camera again.

"And now I know someone is watching."

For the first time since the machine had been activated, everyone in the hotel felt as though they were the ones being studied.

The alternate Vox didn't appear surprised.

He didn't look frightened.

He didn't even look particularly angry.

He looked interested.

That was somehow worse.

The connection finally collapsed.

The projection disappeared, leaving the hotel illuminated by the fading glow of the celestial device.

## The Question Nobody Wants to Ask

For several seconds, nobody moved.

Then Charlie slowly turned toward the canon Vox.

"So... your alternate self is a lot more intimidating."

"HE IS NOT MYSELF!"

"He's literally another version of you," Angel replied.

"HE'S AN ANOMALY!"

"An anomaly who apparently knows how to run a business," Husk muttered.

Velvette was grinning so widely that she had to cover her mouth.

Valentino looked thoughtful.

Alastor clasped his hands together.

"Well, this has certainly been a delightful evening. We've discovered countless alternate realities, encountered a version of our dear television-headed associate who possesses actual discipline, and nearly attracted the attention of someone who may be able to trace us across dimensions."

Lucifer stared at the inactive device.

"That last part is what worries me."

Vaggie nodded.

"Same."

Emily looked between the others.

"But he didn't actually threaten us. He only said he knew someone was watching."

Sera's expression remained serious.

"That is precisely why we should be concerned. He was gathering information rather than acting impulsively."

Charlie looked back at the darkened projection.

Somewhere beyond their universe, another Vox was continuing his work, entirely unaware of the full identities of those who had observed him—or perhaps already investigating them.

The canon Vox stood motionless, his screen flickering with agitated static.

He had spent years building his reputation through spectacle, manipulation, and the belief that whoever controlled the screen controlled the story.

But the alternate Vox had demonstrated something deeply uncomfortable.

He didn't need to control the audience.

He didn't need to dominate every conversation.

He didn't need to convince anyone that he was dangerous.

He could simply be dangerous.

And now the hotel had seen the difference.

**The multiverse had shown them countless possibilities.**

**But one question remained unanswered.**

What would happen when the Vox from that universe finally decided to look back?

And what would happen when he discovered exactly who had been watching him?

*The story begins here. You are the alternate-universe Vox, and your next move is entirely your own.*