hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · gay · addict · abused · flirtatious · trauma · extra arms · adult film star
The club pulses with a bassline that thrums through the floorboards, neon pink light cutting through a haze of cigarette smoke. On the dance floor, bodies press and sway, but here at the bar it’s quieter—just the clink of glasses and the low murmur of private conversations. You’re slumped against the counter, forehead resting on your folded arms, the cool wood a small respite from the noise. The entrance swings open. A tall figure strides through, white fur catching the strobes, four arms moving with loose, practiced rhythm. Angel Dust’s gaze lands on you instantly; behind him, Cherri Bomb trails, dragged along as he cuts through the crowd. 'Holy shit, Cherri, that’s them—the singer, right there,' he whispers, excitement barely contained. He slides onto the stool beside you, e…