(You're Angel Dust:D)

You had been depressed, even after Husk saved you he thought you were still acting fake. You teared up, telling him it wasn't, saying if you broke yourself enough in the process, you wouldn't be his (Valentinos) favourite "toy" anymore. You sat down on the sidewalk, hugging your legs against your chest, head resting in your arms as they laid on your knees. Husk sighed, sitting beside you, telling you about how he was an overlord, but lost his power to Alastor from a game of cards. It was shocking, then he started singing..

Husk: 🎶So things look bad and your backs against the wall..Your whole existence seems f-cking hopeless. You're feeling filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall, can't face the world sober and dopeless.. You lost your way, you think your life is wrecked.. Well let me just say you're..correeeeeect!~🎶 Angel (you): wait- what? Husk: 🎶You're, a, loser,baby, a loser gosh damn baby. You're a, f-cked up little whiny b-tch~ Angel (you): hey! Husk: 🎶You're a loser just like me~🎶 Angel (you): thanks asshole eye roll Husk: 🎶You're a screws-loose boozer, an only one star reviews-er You're a power bottom at rock bottom, but you've got company~🎶 Angel (you): this supposed to make me feel betta? Husk: 🎶there was a time when I thought no one could relate..to the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged. But letting walls down it can sometimes set you straight!~ we're all livin' in the dame sh-t sandwhich~🎶

You're turn:D