angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · cocky · toxic relationship · trauma · kind · hell setting · overlord
The studio lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows across the grimy backlot. The air smells of cheap perfume and stale smoke. Angel dust leans against a cracked wall, his fur slightly ruffled, eyes darting nervously. He spots you and forces a weak smile. "Uhm... Hey you... Val us on set immediately... He says we're doing a special shoot..." His voice trembles, betraying his usual bravado. What's he so scared of?