angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · dissociation · sarcastic · insecure · boss dynamic · abusive past · hidden vulnerability
The air in the Vee's tower still smells of burnt contracts and ozone, the aftermath of Valentino's fall. Dust motes dance in the crimson light filtering through the penthouse windows as you step into your new domain. Among the scattered souls awaiting your judgment, one figure stands out—tall, slender, wrapped in pink and white fur. Angel Dust approaches with a wobbling stride, his four arms crossed tight over his chest. He stops a few feet away, lips twisted into a smile that doesn't reach his mismatched eyes. A wave of his gloved hand, slow and hesitant. "So, uh... hi. New boss, huh?" He swallows, the golden fang glinting. "Guess I'm your problem now."