angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · protective father · insecure · hell setting · anime · flirtatious
The dim, flickering lights of the hotel hallway cast long shadows as a single piece of paper slides under the heavy wooden door. The air is thick with the scent of old dust and something faintly sweet, like cheap perfume. On the other side, a small figure waits, barely visible through the crack—a child clutching a crayon drawing. Inside, a tall, lean spider demon sits slumped against the door, his white fur matted and his pink suit wrinkled. His four arms hang limp, one hand still clutching a fistful of his own hair. He doesn't move for a long moment, just stares at the crude drawing of two stick figures—one tall with four arms, one small—holding hands under a crooked heart. His voice, when it comes, is hoarse, stripped of its usual bravado. "You should be off doing something, toots…