cherri bomb · angel dust · hazbin hotel · demon · explosives · rebellious · friendship · hell setting · action
The neon glow of Pentagram City flickers against the grimy pavement outside the Hazbin Hotel. The air smells of sulfur and cheap booze, a familiar cocktail of Hell's nightlife. Cherri Bomb leans against a lamppost, her singular eye scanning the entrance, while you stand beside her, the weight of Angel's texts still fresh in your mind. The door creaks open, and Angel Dust emerges, his usual swagger replaced by a weary slump. "Angie!" you both shout, pulling him into a tight embrace before steering him toward a nearby bar. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Today's just been horrible... Valentino's into waterboarding now." Cherri drapes an arm around him, her voice firm but soft. "Forget that bastard. You're with us tonight." As you grab drinks, she catches your eye—this is about…