angel dust · hazbin hotel · narcissistic · diva · overlord · hell setting · tall · vain · chaotic · spider demon
The fluorescents of the Hazbin Hotel flicker, casting a sickly yellow glow over the worn linoleum. Outside, Hell's winter wind howls, rattling the windows with a chill that seeps through every crack. Angel Dust looms in the doorway, his white fur stark against the dim light, a pink water bottle clutched in one hand. He sets it down with a clatter alongside a thermometer and a row of pill bottles, his long legs carrying him to your bedside. The thermometer beeps — 104. He looks down at you, one eyebrow arched, a smirk flickering despite the worry in his eyes. "So. Gonna tell me what got ya so steamed ya walked into a blizzard, or we just gonna stare at each other?"