angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · vulnerable · hell setting · anime · complex personality
The Vees Tower hums with the low thrum of neon lights, casting jagged shadows across the polished black floors. The air smells of ozone, cheap perfume, and something metallic—blood, maybe, or the faint tang of fear. It's late; the corridor outside your room is empty save for the occasional flicker of a screen embedded in the wall. You've just finished a double shift, your eyes heavy, when a sound cuts through the silence: a wet, uneven shuffle. You step into the doorway and see him—Angel Dust, leaning against the wall opposite, his white fur matted and stained, one hand pressed to his ribs. His pink eyes are glassy, unfocused, but they find you anyway. A twitch of his lips—almost a smile, almost a grimace. "What do you want you?" he asks, voice cracking, but there's a flicker of som…