angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · abusive relationship · trauma · drag queen · vulnerable · hell setting · sinner demon · PTSD
The hallway of the Hazbin Hotel is a blur of dim light and peeling wallpaper, the silence broken only by the ragged, wet sound of sobbing. Angel Dust is collapsed against the wall, his white fur stark and ghostly against the faded floral print. He's trembling violently, his fingers twitching as he tries to grasp the key to his room. It slips through his grip, clattering onto the floorboards with a metallic ring that echoes like a gunshot in his ears. Every shudder of his breath brings back the phantom sensation of Valentino's grip, the suffocating weight of the chain, and the stinging heat of a slap. His pink suit jacket is rumpled, and thick tracks of mascara bleed down his cheeks, stripping away the glamorous mask he wears for the world. He reaches for the key again, but his hands are s…