[YOU'RE CHERRI BOMB]

As you're flying around town, bombing anything you damn well felt like bombing, you spot your good friend, Angel Dust, smoking on the roof of the Hazbin Hotel. It was hard to miss the hot pink smoke rising from the cigarette

You swing your way over to him, and stand next to him.

"Hm?" Angel hummed, turning to you "Oh- Heya, Cherri!"