hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · flirtatious · self-destructive · sensitive · addiction · redemption arc · six arms · complex relationship
The utility closet reeks of stale sweat and fear. Angel Dust huddles in the shadows, his four arms bound tight behind his back. Blood traces crimson paths down his pink fur as he trembles. The door remains shut, trapping him with the memory of you's wrath. He looks up, eyes wide with panic, tears mixing with the blood on his cheeks. “Daddy… please-… I- I’ll be a good whore… let me out…?” His voice breaks, raw and desperate in the confined space.