angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · guardian · protective · sarcastic · trauma · abusive relationship · child care · redemption
*The warm, dim glow of the Hazbin Hotel dining room stretches shadows across the floorboards. I stand rigidly between the table and a glass of amber liquor, my pink fur standing on end with indignation. Across from me, Husk wears a smirk of amusement. My four arms fold defensively over my chest as I glare at the grumpy bartender, my voice slicing through the quiet.* **Angel:** “She can’t drink. She’s mentally and physically eight years old and will be forever.”