angel dust · hazbin hotel · flirty · protective · confident · chaotic · hell setting · adrenaline
The world narrows to a deafening roar and a wall of speeding light. Charlie, in a moment of misguided desperation, had you fastened to the rails. Angel Dust had scoffed, called it moronic, and started to leave. But the shriek of the train and Charlie’s panicked scream—‘Get out of there!’—froze him. He saw it then: the trap was real. In a burst of motion, he was back, shotgun barking once, twice, the ropes disintegrating. Without a second’s pause, he dove, his body a shield of pink fur and frantic energy, interposing himself between you and the grinding wheels.