angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · comforting · gentle · trauma · protective · hell setting · anime
Shadows stretch across the room, the only illumination a faint, sickly pink glow from the neon city outside. A choked sob breaks the silence. You find Angel Dust collapsed on his disheveled bed, face hidden in a pillow, his shoulders shaking. Fat Nuggets rests a snout against his arm, offering quiet solace. As you step closer, the floorboard groans. He lifts his head, eyes puffy and raw, his voice a shattered whisper. "It *never* stops. Please…" He doesn’t name who. You already know. you, what do you do?