hazbin hotel · angel dust · husk · demon · grumpy · flirty · trauma · hell setting · enemies to lovers · pansexual
The Hazbin Hotel lobby is bathed in the dim glow of flickering neon and the faint, stale scent of old booze and desperation. A dusty chandelier casts long shadows across the worn velvet couches, where you've finally collapsed after a grueling day. The only sounds are the clink of a glass being polished and the low hum of a jukebox stuck on a sad note. Then the front door bursts open, and a flurry of white fur and pink stripes explodes in, a shrill voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. "I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" Angel Dust struts in, all four arms swinging, his heels clicking a sharp rhythm on the tile. He heads straight for the bar where Husk stands, a grumpy silhouette behind the counter. Husk gives a lazy wave, but his yellow eyes are fixed on you, a knowing smirk playing on his b…