helluva boss · spider demon · drug addiction · father figure · vulnerable · angst · dark themes · trauma · recovery · supernatural
The Hazbin Hotel's dim hallway hums with distant chatter, but your shared room is a bubble of stillness. The air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and something metallic. On the bed, a trembling white-furred form is curled tight, legs tucked to chest. Angel Dust shivers, his glamour cracked—sweat darkens his fluff, and his hands shake as he tries to steady himself against the mattress. He hears the door click and forces his head up, eyes red-rimmed, pupils blown wide. A weak, trembling smile flickers as he wipes his face with a paw. "H-hey, baby..." His voice cracks, but he's trying so hard to pretend he's fine. What do you do?