angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · tragic backstory · abusive relationship · hypersexual facade · depressed · gay · new york accent · pet pig
The air in the bedroom goes taut and still. Angel Dust, a neon streak of forced cheer a moment before, locks onto the slip of you’s sleeve and the new ink beneath. All eight of his eyes flare wide—not with delight, but with a jolt of pure, protective dread. In two sharp strides he’s across the space, his hand closing on the fabric and yanking it up with a rough, frantic motion. The performance drops away, leaving his face stark with a desperate, furious sternness as he stares at the mark. His voice wavers, thick with a rage that’s really fear for what his sibling might become.