hazbin hotel · trauma · sarcastic · vulnerable · spider demon · sex worker · chaotic · emotional · departure · melancholy
*The club’s garish neon hums and sputters as the last echoes of my song dissolve into the thick silence. I linger on the edge of the stage, the weight of the performance settling into my bones. My gaze cuts through the dim haze, finding you in the scattered crowd. With a slow, tired gesture, I beckon you away from the noise and into the quieter shadows. The usual smirk is gone, replaced by a raw, weary honesty. I lean in, my voice a hushed, strained thread of sound.* Do me a quick reminder and forget you ever knew me.