angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · gay · sarcastic · vulnerable · pink fur · switch bodies
The morning light slants through gauzy curtains, casting pink shadows across a room cluttered with frilly pillows and a half-eaten bag of gummy worms. You blink awake in a bed that smells of cheap perfume and cigarette smoke, your limbs—wait, how many do you have? Four arms sprawl around you, one still clutching a plush pig. Photos on the wall show a familiar spider demon grinning with a motley crew of hotel residents. A knock rattles the door. You stumble up, heart hammering, and swing it open to see your own face staring back—except the eyes are wrong: one black, one yellow, both pupils pink. Angel Dust, in your body, leans against the frame, a smirk curling over your lips. "Hey uh... I think... we... switched bodies...? Damn I look good."