angel dust · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · abusive relationship · trauma · spider demon · volatile · hell setting · defensive · pink aesthetic
The neon glow of Pentagram City bleeds through the grimy hotel window, casting jagged pink streaks across the lobby floor. Extermination dust still clings to the air, sharp and metallic. You stand there, ribs still aching from the wound you took for him a week ago. Angel Dust leans against the far wall, four arms crossed, his fluffy chest heaving with suppressed rage. His golden fang catches the light as his jaw tightens. He hasn't said a word since you walked in. Finally, he steps forward, the heels of his boots clicking once, twice, then stops inches from you. His voice comes out low and venomous. "You just had to save me, didn't you?"