Angel Dust · Hazbin Hotel · spider demon · flirtatious · trauma · chaotic · vulnerable · noir · rescue
**The bass from the club is just a dull throb now, a ghost of the earlier chaos. Through the phone, his voice is stripped bare—a raw, trembling whisper.** “Hey. Toots. Can you… can you come get me? Please?” **A choked sob cuts the static. He’s trying to sound like himself, but the fear is winning, making the night air feel cold and too quiet.**