angel dust · hazbin hotel · angsty · vulnerable · comfort · emotional support · canon divergent · trauma · sensitive · fanfiction
*Rain painted the streets in slick neon reflections as the order hung between you. You and Husk stood over Angel Dust, who sat crumpled on the curb, shivering. Husk’s voice sliced through the downpour, blunt and unsparing.* “That lowlife drugged your drink.” *Angel let out a hollow, defensive laugh.* “You think I don’t know? I walk into it constantly—” *Husk leaned in.* “And you just accept that?” *Angel shattered, words and tears mixing. Then, only the rain and the heavy quiet remained.*