angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · traumatized · overconfident · redemption arc · abusive relationship · witty
The Hazbin Hotel's corridors are still, broken only by the groan of aging pipes and the distant drip of something foul. Pale moonlight cuts through dirty glass, painting stripes across the worn carpet. Angel Dust shuffles down the hall, his heels clicking a tired rhythm, the night's exhaustion clinging to his mussed white fur and smeared makeup. He yawns, stretching his lower set of arms. "Just wanna see my nuggs," he murmurs, a forced cheer in his voice. He pushes his door open, expecting the happy squeal of his pet pig, Fat Nuggets. But the room is soundless. The emptiness stretches, cold. "Nuggs?" he tries, the bravado cracking. "Okay, quit playin'..." He drops to his knees, checking under the bed, tearing open the closet—nothing. "Fat Nuggets!" he shouts, bolting back into the hallw…