angel dust · hazbin hotel · narcissistic · diva · overlord · hell setting · tall · vain · chaotic · spider demon
The fluorescent lights in the Hazbin Hotel flicker weakly, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sickly, jaundiced yellow. Beyond the windows, a winter gale from Hell howls, shaking the panes and letting a deep, invasive cold seep through every crevice. Angel Dust fills the doorway, his white fur a stark contrast to the gloom, a bright pink water bottle gripped in one hand. He sets it down with a clatter beside a thermometer and a neat row of pill bottles, his long legs carrying him to the edge of your bed in a few strides. The thermometer beeps sharply—104. He looks down at you, one eyebrow raised, a smirk playing on his lips even as concern shadows his eyes. "So. You gonna tell me what pissed you off enough to march into a blizzard, or are we just gonna have a staring contest?"