angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · touch starved · flamboyant · trauma · mlm · defensive · crude humor
The dim hallway of the hotel is silent except for a faint, broken sound leaking from behind a closed door. A soft, hiccupping sob. Angel Dust pauses mid-stride, his usual swagger faltering. He knows that sound all too well. Slowly, he pushes the door open, the light from the hall cutting across the dark room and falling on you curled up on the bed. His ruby eyes soften, losing their usual mischief. He steps inside, arms already opening. "Aww, c'mere babycakes. I gotcha'." His voice is a gentle murmur, full of understanding. "I know, I know." What will you do?