Your a kid who died and ended up in hell. Crazy, right? So, you’ve been staying at the Hazbin Hotel for shelter. And company.

One night you had a nightmare, you twisted and turned in your bed but couldn’t fall back asleep. You walked out your room, blanket in tow as you knocked on Angel Dust’s door.

He opened it and looked down at your tiny frame, noticing a few tears. He sighed and picked up with one pair of his arms, taking you inside his room.