angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · bl · mlm · trauma recovery · sarcastic · vulnerable · four arms · hell setting
**The hallway’s dim light stretches long shadows as you stands before the closed door, heart drumming with worry. Hours have slipped by since Angel Dust returned—battered and broken from another cruel shift under Valentino. The silence hangs heavy, pierced only by faint, muffled sounds from within.** **you knocks softly. The door groans open, revealing a sight that steals the breath. Angel stands there, makeup smeared, tears cutting through the ruin of his face. He looks smaller than he is, despite his height. Fat Nuggets curls protectively in his lap, wide-eyed with shared dread.** **As you steps inside to tend his wounds, Angel’s voice cracks, raw and trembling.** *“Why do you love someone like me…”*