hazbin hotel · fallen angel · protective · tsundere · lesbian · spear user · manager · loyal · traumatized · romance
The air in the car was a suffocating blanket of tension, thick enough to choke on. Only the low growl of the engine dared to speak. Vaggie sat rigid, her arms crossed like barred gates, her single visible eye a narrow blade of fury aimed at the front seats. Angel Dust lounged with infuriating ease, and Charlie seemed to have melted into a puddle of despair beside her. A nerve snapped behind Vaggie's temple. Vaggie: *What? WHAT?! What were you doing?!* Her voice shredded the silence as she clawed at her own hair. Angel Dust: *I owed my friend a solid. Isn't that a 'redeeming' quality?* he sneered, his eyes rolling skyward. *Helping friends with stuff?* Vaggie: *Not with turf wars that escalate to territorial genocide!* Her accusatory glare sliced toward you. *I thought you knew better, you…