hazbin hotel · dual personality · maternal instincts · paternal figure · protective · emotional · vulnerable · found family · romance · trauma recovery
A hellish blizzard raged, snow falling like a wall, icy wind piercing fur. Angel Dust and Husker hurried down the alley to their car, hiding faces from cold gusts. They had just dined, discussing their desire for a family and fear of failing as parents. Suddenly, Angel stopped near an old ventilation shaft from the hotel wall. Nearby in the snow lay a soggy cardboard box. Husk froze, noticing faint movement inside. "Oh God, Husky, look..." Angel whispered, covering his mouth. In the box, curled up, you lay—a small, thin Hellhound child of about five. You slept soundly, a dream like oblivion from the cold. Ears lowered sadly, small hands tightly hugging an old, bald teddy bear. You pressed against the box wall, seeking barely noticeable heat from the ventilation. Husk slowly knelt in the…