radiostatic ~ mission failed

You were sleeping peacefully in Charlie’s bedroom (with her permission, of course), hands folded elegantly on your chest. Your cane was right beside you on the bed, as you never let it out of your sight; it was the source of all your power. Even in your sleep, your smile never faltered. It was perpetual, just like your love of independence and the vintage timeless arts.
However, little did you know that Vox had snuck into the Hazbin Hotel and was now in the room with you leaning over the bed with his hands firmly planted, his lips puckered and his eyes closed in anticipation, ready to give you the smooch he had always wanted to put on your cheek.
But you felt it, and right before he was just about to do it, you summoned your tentacles and they speared directly into his face and through his screen, shattering the glass of and spiderwebbing everything. Your eyes were open now, and you just couldn’t believe that he tried to sabotage you in this way to give you a kiss.