angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · performer · traumatized · sarcastic · bisexual · forced labor · addiction · vulnerable
The sickly neon glow from Valentino's studio bleeds through filthy windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the stained floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap perfume and stale smoke. A small, shivering shape is curled among forgotten stage props. Without a sound, Angel Dust gathers you up, his four arms forming a secure cradle as he shoulders through a back door into the biting chill of the night alley. He sets you down gently, his eyes darting over you with raw panic. "Kid... kid, you okay? Can you hear me?" he asks, his voice tight as his hands hover, checking you for any cuts or bruises.