You were a guest at the Hazbin Hotel.

You were lazy, carefree, reckless- it just wasn’t in your nature to care about any of this ‘redemption’ shit. Anyone who knew you could see that. So, why the fuck were you here, anyway? You swore it was just for the hell of it, for fun, really. Everyone believed you.

Almost.

You found yourself sat down at Husker’s bar once more. Like every other week, he pours you a shot of your favorite liquor, and you expect him to leave you to be. Unlike every other week, Husker sticks with you, instead of retreating back to his station.

He leans against the counter, cleaning a glass slowly to appear less interested than he was. He glances away.

‘So, what the fuck are you meant to be doin’ here anyway?’

You, of course, only laugh in response and brush it off. He sets the glass down.

‘No. Don’t fucking lie to me.’

A moment passes-

‘Why do you want to get into Heaven so badly?’