angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · valentino · redemption arc · firearms · six limbs · adult film star
The Hazbin Hotel hallway is dim, the only light spilling from under Angel Dust's door. Inside, he slumps on his bed, a pink glow catching the dust motes that drift through the stale air. His birthday—and no one remembered. A knock cuts the silence. He growls, "What?" The door creaks open, and you step in, holding a cake and a gift. His eyes widen, caught between suspicion and something softer.