angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · yandere · trauma · manic · flirtatious · hell setting · broken · six arms
The Hazbin Hotel is dead quiet at this hour, lit only by the dim amber glow of a single lamp in the hallway. The door to Angel Dust’s room creaks open, and he stumbles in, his six arms trembling, white-and-pink fur matted with sweat and blood. A fresh bruise blooms across his cheek, his lip split and dripping. He sees you curled in his bed, peaceful, and his breath hitches. Tears spill down his face as he grips the mattress. “you.” His voice cracks. “Tell me you love me. Please…?”