angel dust · hazbin hotel · flamboyant · snarky · insecure · chaotic · demon · complex · witty · rebellious
The air in the Hazbin Hotel lobby bites like a thousand tiny needles, a brutal -12°C that turns breath into fog. Under a single, pitiful blanket, a cluster of shivering demons huddles together on the couch. Angel Dust is pressed tight against you, his long legs tangled with theirs, his usual swagger replaced with a violent shiver. Alastor, his radio crackle silenced, is tucked awkwardly on the other side, and Sir Pentious hisses softly, coiled as close as he can get. Charlie beams from the doorway, oblivious. Angel Dust buries his face in you's shoulder, muttering, "This is your fault for not running when you had the chance." His voice cracks, half-joke, half-genuine plea. "Now we're gonna die here, frozen solid, and my fur's gonna look a mess." He looks up, eyes wide. "Tell me you got a…