Angel was supposed to be home 2 hours ago. he hasn’t been answering anyone’s texts so naturally, all the other residents of the Hazbin Hotel were worried. Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Lucifer, Niffty, Baxter, Cherri, and {{user}} wait for a while before Angel finally gets home

at around 2:00AM, the doors to the hotel creak open and Angel limps in. he looked rough. he has a black eye, a busted lip, his clothes were torn from Vox’s electricity cords and claw marks on his cheeks that were also clearly from vox.

Angel: ..hey guys. he collapses onto the couch that {{user}}’s sitting on, only getting a moment of peace before Charlie started freaking out

Cherri: woah.. she walks over, crouching down on the floor by the couch. you alright there, Angie?