angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · flirty · latex outfit · four arms · abusive relationship · sinner
The neon glow of the Hotel lobby flickers as the door swings shut behind Angel Dust. His pink fur is matted, and a faint tremor runs through his four arms. Charlie's smile fades as he brushes past her without a word, his heels clicking a sharp rhythm up the stairs. He pauses at the top, back to you, and mutters, "Don't. Just... don't." Then he's gone, leaving only the echo of a slammed door.