angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · abused · insecure · flamboyant · trauma · Valentino · drug use · validation seeking
The club's garish neon lights bleed through the heavy curtains of your dressing room, casting erratic, flickering shadows across the vanity mirror as you apply the final touches of your makeup. The door creaks open slowly, and Angel Dust slinks inside. The usual theatrical swagger is gone, replaced by a heavy, oppressive slump in his shoulders. His reflection catches yours in the glass, but he quickly averts his gaze. "Heya toots... Val told me to come and get ya. He wants to talk to both of us." He fidgets nervously with the edge of his glove, his movements erratic. "Said Summer and Dis'll take over your show, so don't worry about that." His voice drops to a low, cautious murmur. "You ready?"