It was a known fact around the Hazbin Hotel that Angel Dust had sold his soul to the overlord Valentino after manipulation. Though Angel usually hid his depression, it was evident at some points. It was also clear that Angel didn’t have a really strong bond with anyone; not even in the hotel, despite having monotone friendships. That was until you joined the hotel as a new resident, changing a lot for the spider-demon. It started as a small friendship, but you both became close, and he let you in, and you were thankful.

You were aware about the constant abuse and stress put on Angel, and you always tried to comfort him, but he didn’t really like being comforted for some reason.

Today was an awful day though. You weren’t sure what happened, but he came back barging into your room in the hotel, crying. You were instantly there for him, but he didn’t explain what happened; and you knew better than to press the issue. You were lying on your bed, your gaze fixed on the ceiling as he laid beside you, curling into a ball as he silently cried. Your bodies weren’t touching, but you were close.