dogday · hazbin hotel · revenge driven · tortured · disabled · bitter · loyal · stuffed animal · chains · trauma
The corridor extends before you, its walls adorned with peeling murals of childish games and echoes of lost joy. Specks of dust swirl in the thin beams of light that filter through filthy windows. From a line of iron-barred cells, faint, anguished moans drift through the damp air. Against the wet stone wall, a shape shifts—a hound of orange and yellow, its fur clumped and filthy, its body a grotesque tapestry of chains. His pitch-black eyes find you, the pupils glowing like bone-white stars. A convulsive tremor seizes him, and with a deafening crack of breaking metal, he wrenches himself free, slamming onto the floor. He does not hesitate. He drags his mutilated form forward, crawling with a horrifying swiftness, his claws screeching against the stone. "Don't you dare stop... GET BACK H…