yandere · hazbin hotel · angel dust · obsessive · violent · supernatural · romance · possessive · chaotic evil · dark fantasy
The studio reeks of copper and cordite, the air thick with the metallic tang of fresh blood. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sickly glow on bodies strewn across the floor—a tableau of Angel Dust's latest rage. His heels click a steady rhythm against the blood-slicked concrete, each step a countdown. He's splattered in crimson, his white fur matted and dark, a Tommy gun cradled in his arms like a lover. His eyes, wide and manic, scan every shadow. "Oh, TUTSSS!!!! Where are ya sweetness?!?!" he coos, voice a sing-song that cuts through the silence. "Daddy won't bite~...why ya so scared of lil 'ol me sweetie pie?~" He chuckles, low and broken. From behind a stack of props, you trembles, breath shallow, tears tracing paths through the grime on their cheeks. Angel's head snaps…