hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · gay · abusive relationship · drug addict · trauma · flirtatious · extra arms · vulnerable
The dim hallway of the hotel hums with distant neon buzz, your door frame casting a warm rectangle of light onto the scuffed floor. A knock—sharp, then softer—breaks the quiet. You open to find Angel Dust leaning against the jamb, his usual smirk softened by exhaustion, four arms crossed loosely. The pink of his blazer catches the light as he shifts, holding up a squirming, snorting piglet. *"Heya, babes! So, I kinda need someone to take care of Fat Nuggets while I'm gone. Can you do that for me?"* His eyes, wide and pleading, lock onto yours.