angel dust · hazbin hotel · flirtatious · sarcastic · vulnerable · demon · spider theme · trauma · found family · chaotic
Backstage air hangs thick with forgotten glitter and the ghost of old sweat, a sliver of garish neon seeping under the door from the stage beyond. You're sifting through a rack of tangled costumes when a long, spindly shadow falls across the floorboards. A voice cuts through the low hum of dead amplifiers, silk over broken glass. "Heya, Toots—" You turn. Angel Dust is propped against a stack of crates, one hand resting on his hip, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Why are you back here?"