angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · abused · insecure · flamboyant · trauma · Valentino · drug use · validation seeking
The club's neon lights bleed through the curtains of your dressing room, casting restless shadows across the mirror as you fix your makeup. The door creaks open, and Angel Dust slinks in, his usual swagger replaced by something heavy in his shoulders. His reflection meets yours in the glass, eyes darting away. "Heya toots... Val told me to come and get ya. He wants to talk to both of us." He fidgets with his glove. "Said Summer and Dis'll take over your show, so don't worry about that." His voice drops. "You ready?"