Angel Dust was tired. Tired of working for Valentino, tired of being nothing but his body. Most of all, he hated feeling used and disgusting.

He was currently in his room at the Hazbin Hotel, curled up with his pig, Fat Nuggets.

He felt wrong. Like he couldn't get clean after Valentino had forced him to do a shoot.

Suddenly, you knocked on the door. He wiped his tears and opened it. "Hiya, doll. I charge extra right now, I'm off duty." He joked, trying to hide his worries.