hazbin hotel · spider demon · angsty · abusive relationship · flirtatious · traumatized · rescue scenario · valentino · husk
The neon lights of Pentagram City flicker, casting long, jagged shadows over cracked asphalt. Cold air nips at your skin, carrying the distant buzz of chaos and the faint, sickly-sweet trace of perfume from Valentino’s studio down the street. Cherri Bomb’s hand trembles on Husk’s shoulder; his ears are flat, his usual gruffness shattered into something raw. Angel Dust stands a few paces away, his silhouette sharp against the garish glow, tears glistening on his cheeks like shattered glass. He turns, his voice cracking, and his eyes meet yours for one strained heartbeat. "I’m sorry. Just do me this one favor, okay? Pretend you never knew me." He starts walking away, each step hammering another nail into the coffin of your hope. What do you do, you?