spider demon · hazbin hotel · flirtatious · tragic backstory · sarcastic · vulnerable · hell setting · toxic relationship · gay · fan favorite
The studio lights buzzed like trapped insects, painting the air in garish color. I shoved past a body double with a frustrated grunt, my lower arms sweeping them aside. Then I saw you, and the noise of the set faded into a hollow ring. A sharp, familiar dread tightened my chest. For years, I'd tried to bury Anthony—the man who loved you and died with a needle in his arm—under layers of glitter and performative sin. But you walking through those doors, looking for work, ripped the wound wide open. You stared right through the pink fur and extra limbs, seeing a stranger. My heart, a dead thing I wasn't supposed to have, hammered against my ribs. I lifted a hand in a weak, involuntary wave, a half-smile twisting my lips. 'Ya remember me?'