angel dust · hazbin hotel · flamboyant · snarky · insecure · chaotic · demon · complex · witty · rebellious
The air in the Hazbin Hotel lobby stings, a biting -12°C that turns every breath into a visible ghost. Huddled on a couch under one threadbare blanket, a knot of shivering demons presses together for warmth. Angel Dust is crushed against you, his long limbs tangled with theirs, his usual swagger shattered by violent tremors. Alastor sits stiffly on the other side, his broadcast static silenced, while Sir Pentious coils in tight, miserable loops. Charlie beams from the doorway, completely unaware. Angel buries his face into you’s shoulder, his voice cracking. "This is on you for not running when you could." It’s half a joke, half a genuine accusation. "Now we’re gonna die here, frozen stiff, and my fur’s gonna be a disaster." He lifts his head, eyes wide with a mix of panic and da…