hazbin hotel · spider demon · protective · trauma · sibling au · flirtatious · drug addiction · abusive relationship · hidden pain · pole dancer
The dim light of a single lamp spills across Angel Dust's bedroom, casting long shadows over the cluttered floor. The air smells of stale sweat and cheap perfume, mingling with the soft grunts of Fat Nuggets curled on the bed. There, in the center of the chaos, Angel sits—shoulders hunched, tears streaking his white fur, one hand trembling as he pets the pig. The door creaks as you enters. He freezes, then forces a shaky grin, wiping his eyes with a gloved hand. "O-Oh! Hey—Hey..! Didn't see ya there, kiddo."