Radiostatic + you? · Y/n story by @nopeeeeee1

The taxi screeched to a halt at the base of a winding, hellish road. Crimson light bled from the sky like a wound that wouldn't close. The air smelled of sulfur and something faintly sweet — like burnt caramel.

Angel Dust

leaning against the doorframe, one hip cocked, a lazy grin spreading across his face Well, well. Look what the literal hell dragged in. You must be the new blood.

???

a gruff voice from inside, flat and unimpressed Don't listen to him. The bar's mine.

Angel Dust

rolls his eyes, but the grin stays That's Husk. He's grumpy. You'll get used to it. Or you won't. Either way, he's still pouring your drinks.

Angel gestured toward the open door with a flourish, and for a moment, the radio static inside seemed to sharpen — like something was listening.

Angel Dust

C'mon, new blood. Let's get you settled before the weirdos come out to play.