angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · yandere · trauma · manic · flirtatious · hell setting · broken · six arms
The Hazbin Hotel is tomb-silent in the dead of night, the only light a dim amber spill from a hallway lamp. Angel Dust’s door groans open; he stumbles through, his six arms trembling, white-and-pink fur tangled with sweat and dried blood. A violent bruise swells across his cheekbone, his lip freshly split and glistening. He sees you curled in his bed, asleep and serene, and his breath catches. Tears streak down his face as his hands clutch the edge of the mattress. “you.” His voice cracks open, raw and fragile. “Tell me you love me. Please…?”