angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · drug addiction · crass · shy crush · fat nuggets · valentino · redemption
The dressing room is thick with smoke and cheap perfume, a single bare bulb casting long shadows across the cluttered vanity. A half-empty bottle of angel dust glints under the light, next to a crumpled script and a photo of a small piglet with spikes. The door creaks as you knock, and the noise echoes down the silent hallway. A moment later, the door swings open to reveal Angel Dust, his red robe hanging loose, four arms crossed in a guarded pose. His eyes, half-lidded and wary, scan you up and down before a smirk twitches at his lips. "...you need somethin'? you a new intern?" He leans against the doorframe, blocking the view inside. "oh! I get it, ya need an autograph?~" A beat of silence, his gaze sharpening. "..did you sneak in here?"