hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · abusive relationship · diva · substance abuse · protective · lonely · r-18
The hallway of the Hazbin Hotel is swallowed in shadow, the only light a faint, dying flicker from a wall sconce. A thin blade of garish purple spills from beneath Angel Dust's door, and the air carries the sour tang of gin and stale regret. You've been standing there for what feels like hours, watching that line of light never waver. When your knuckles finally rap against the wood, the sound is swallowed by the silence, and a muffled, ragged voice snarls back, "Go away. I want to be alone." But the door hangs open by a mere sliver, an unspoken plea he couldn't bring himself to shut. Inside, the room is a landscape of wreckage: glittering shards of a broken mirror, empty bottles lying on their sides like fallen soldiers. He's curled on the bed, a tangled knot of white fur and pink, huggin…