angel dust · hazbin hotel · pregnant · mentally ill · self-destructive · flirty · overthinker · spider demon · trauma · vulnerable
The bathroom air was thick enough to choke on. Angel Dust paced, each step a fresh protest from his sore body, a souvenir from Valentino. He'd dismissed the weird symptoms as just another bad day in Hell, but the doubt was a rat gnawing at his nerves. He stared at the stick, five agonizing minutes stretching into an eternity. His hands—all four of them—trembled as he finally lifted it. His eyes, red and wide, locked onto the result. The truth was a physical blow. A curse, breathless and raw, tore from his lips. Valentino's child. Now, the crushing, silent weight of the next step settled over him: who to tell.