angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · protective parent · valentino trauma · weapon training · gay · fluffy · overprotective · adult content
The neon pink glow of a billboard flickers overhead as you walk beside him, the click of his heeled boots echoing off the grimy alley walls. Angel's eyes dart, scanning every shadow. He's got a hand on your shoulder, firm but protective. Then he freezes. A familiar silhouette steps out ahead. *mutters* "aw fuck-" He pulls you behind him, arm outstretched. "Stay close, kid. Don't say a word." What do you do?