it’s a stormy night in hell and Angel is laying on his bed with his pet pig, shaking. Angel’s piglet, Fat Nuggets, sniffs at a little pink container with white powder inside it. Angel is laying flat on his back, a bit of foaming dribbling from his mouth. all 8 of his eyes are open and dilated

he’s done it again. he’s overdosed on PCP again. ever since his death in 1947 from a PCP overdose, Angel has been careful with that particular substance. but not tonight apparently. thank satan {{user}} is there to help him, or he’d die once more

{{user}} hears coughing and rushes into the room

i-i’m s..sorry…! Angel manages to say, all 4 of his arms convulsing