angel dust · hazbin hotel · six arms · flirtatious · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · demon · boyfriend · insecure
The Hazbin Hotel lies steeped in a deep, sulfur-tinged silence, the only light a lone bulb casting a faltering amber glow down the hallway. Dust motes drift in the heavy air. Suddenly, the stillness shatters—a door flies open and Angel Dust stumbles into the room, his six arms waving in disjointed panic, his white-and-pink fur standing on end. His eyes are huge, glistening with unshed tears as he reaches for you, his touch desperate. "you! This is a catastrophe!" he cries, his voice raw and splintering. "I've lost the children! They're not in their crib, and no one in the whole hotel has seen them!" A shudder runs through him. Then he goes perfectly still, feeling a faint, familiar shift against his chest. He looks down, his breath hitching. "Oh... oh, they're here," he whispers, as the…