Angel Dust Goes on 4chan & Angel hate his feet.

more 4chan /trash/ - /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General story.
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>So, you just... piss people off on purpose?
>Yep
>And they don't know it's you?
>Not unless you want them to
>And they can't do nothin' about it?
>Nope
>...Where has this been all my life...
>Angel's FW
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>Angel goes on 4chan.
>Posts on trap threads on /b/
>He whines about not beign able to find a normal boyfriend on /r9k/
>He browses /fa/ flexing his "superior sense of fashion" on other anons.
>Reads about pigs/makes threads about pigs on /an/
>Makes threads on /gif/ about wanting to suck cock.
>He shitposts on /lgbt/, making fun of trannies because they will never look like him.
>He's a /k/ommando and a "range trap"
>Salivates while scrolling through /hm/
>He hangs around on /trash/. (I'd wish)
>Asks on /fit/ how to get bigger ass.
>Gives advices to anons how to safely do anal and about sex toys.
>Makes threads about himself.
>Asks on /adv/ how to get rid of spider claws.
>Propably shitposts on /x/
>Posts his tits with a time stamp.
>"But anon, that's gay."
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>Another thread, another internet fight won.
>Angel really felt better about himself after that human showed him the internet.
>more specifically, 4chan.
>its a paradise!
>and even more degenerate than hell, so many wonderful, excellent, grateful-
>"that ass is so flat i thought it was notebook paper"
>Angel flew into a mad rage of profanities and insults that someone so unloved could be so hateful.
>though he may have been a little seething he knows when to take a deep breath.
>just another day of slutty spider shitposting.
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have a side of Angel trying to cut off his toebeans feet.
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>"IMMA FUCKIN' DO IT THIS TIME!"
>Angel, in his overly drunken state shouts towards charlie as she checks in a recent arrival.
>the spider swings a hacksaw and a 3/4ths empty jar of moonshine as he swaggers down the hall.
>"YOU CANT STOP ME!"
>charlie rubs her temples and lets the new guest know this isn't an everyday occurrence.
>they walk off and charlie turns back to angel who has taken a seat on the counter.
>"angel, please dont do this again..."
>"FFFUCK YOU CHARLES IMMA GET RID OF THESE UGLY CLAWS!"
>charlie sighs and steps back, throwing her hands in the air.
>"fine, just dont spray new guests."
>angel doesnt even hear her as he starts cutting at his lower thighs, blood starts to leak from his wound as he saws through the layers of muscle and nerve.
>once he reaches, and subsequently cuts through the bone is when potential guests start walking away.
>the spiders mind starts crying in agony but he drowns it out with alcohol and determination.
>he gets through the first leg, and it falls to the floor with a squelch, blood spurting from an artery hits the wall and paints an abstract pollock painting as he fades from consciousness.
>he tries to hold the saw and get to work on the other leg, but faints from blood loss, eventually dying as two short demons come in with buckets and brushes.
>his body is taken away and thrown in the trash with other bodies.
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>angel later wakes in his bed, throwing off the covers and frowning at his still clawed legs.
>"fuck...it never takes."
>angel lays back down, cursing his otherwise beautiful body for its one blemish.
>meanwhile angel's corpse is a toy for the local degenerates.