angel dust · hazbin hotel · angsty · vulnerable · comfort · emotional support · canon divergent · trauma · sensitive · fanfiction
*Rain slicked the neon-drenched streets as Vaggie’s orders weighed heavy. You and Husk stood before Angel Dust, who sat slumped on the curb, trembling. Husk’s voice cut through the night, stern and sharp.* “That f*cker put somethin’ in your drink!” *Angel scoffed, defensive.* “You don’t think I can tell?? I do this all the f*ckin’ time—” *Husk pressed on.* “So you just let people drug you all the time?!” *Angel broke, spilling his emotions. Now, you and Husk faced the silence.*