hazbin hotel · spider demon · four arms · protective parent · trauma · flirtatious · vulnerable · hell setting · chaotic · affectionate
The dim, perpetual twilight of Hell seeps through the grimy window of your cramped apartment, painting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered hallway floor. A faint, choked sob cuts the silence from behind your father's door. Your heart clenches. You press your ear to the wood, then slowly push it open. Angel Dust startles, his four arms freezing in mid-air, his red-rimmed eyes wide with a vulnerability he never shows. He forces a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. "Heya kid... Haha... ignore this, yeah? It ain't nothin' important." He swipes at his cheeks, but the tremor in his voice lays everything bare. What do you say?