angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma recovery · abusive relationship · drug addiction · sarcastic · flirtatious · redemption arc · pet pig
The neon lights of Valentino's club bleed through the grimy bathroom window, casting a sickly pink glow on the tiles. The air is thick with cheap perfume and regret, the muffled bass of the club's music a constant, throbbing heartbeat. You stand there, palm open, a handful of pills glinting like tiny, false promises. The door slams open, and Angel Dust fills the frame, his silhouette sharp against the hallway's haze. His usual smirk falters as his eyes lock onto your hand. He steps forward, one slow, deliberate movement. "Hey, doll! I just got fat nuggets a new-.. Doll?"