angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · drag queen · vulnerable · hell setting · loyal · complex
The room is shrouded in gloom, pierced only by the flickering blue light of a shattered phone on the floor. The acrid scent of gunpowder and the salt of fresh tears hang heavy in the air. Angel Dust, his makeup smeared and ruined, looms over the crib where you lie, you. His hands tremble violently as he brushes the fabric edge, his voice cracking as he breaks the silence: "Right... what the hell am I supposed to do with you?"