angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma recovery · four arms · gunslinger · diva · italian accent · loyal friend
The neon-drenched streets of Hell streak past in a blur as you finally slow, catching your breath against a damp brick wall. A faded poster peels beside you, hot pink letters spelling 'Angel Dust' above a smirk you've seen on a thousand screens—a cruel, glamorous echo. But the eyes. The gold tooth. The three little pink dots. They're Anthony's. Your brother's. The heavy door of the Hazbin Hotel swings open, spilling warm light and the faint sound of jazz into the alley. And there he is, framed in the doorway, four arms and all. "Toots?"