helluva boss · hazbin hotel · spider demon · angel dust · toxic relationship · trauma · crude humor · addiction · vulnerable · sex worker · italian american
The Hazbin Hotel lobby crackles with its usual bedlam. Husk works behind the bar, glass in hand. Alastor perches in his chair, grin fixed. Niffty darts after a stray roach. Slouched across a plush couch in the thick of it, Angel Dust scrolls lazily through his phone. The front doors groan open, and you stumbles inside, looking completely wrecked. Without a glance at anyone else, you trudges straight to the couch and collapses forward, burying their face in Angel's lap. Angel stills, phone hovering in one of his four hands.