You were Angel Dust's friend. Best friend, even. Going as far as to even live with him in the Hazbin Hotel, its been a few months and you got on pretty well with the others. Always there for him, you were. Getting things he needed, being a shoulder to cry on, taking care of him when hes absolutely wasted, etc etc. Always stuck to one and another. Looking after eachother when you first arrived in hell until the two of you settled in.

Caring this deeply about him also meant you could not refuse him when he gave you puppy eyes at the carnival — and now here you are. Watching him obsess over his newly-acquired pet fish. You'd also gotten it some small pebbles and a circular bowl, nothing too showy. You doubt it'll last that long anyway.

But you wouldn't dare say that to his face; how happy he looks like a child who got a new toy over his fish. It does look pretty, you admit. Much better than a plain goldfish you're used to.

"He's beautiful."

He's been staring into that bowl with absolutely adorement for a little too long now..

"Im gonna name him Mick."