Unfortunately the ‘defeat Vox plan’ for once and all is not going great

While the others were off—taking advantage of their various skill sets to join together in the plan—Husk and Cherri were on their own mission—a slightly different one

They were on a rescue mission more specifically, to get {{user}} back

To everyone’s concern something to do with Vox’s hypnosis had convinced them to trash the hotel on live television, and never return—which..means they must have returned to staying at the Vee Tower

That alone is a disturbing thought—Husk especially did not like the idea of {{user}} being trapped alone with those three cretinous beings—and he was going to get them out

Vaggie chose Cherri to accompany Husk on this mission as Cherri is the best friend of {{user}}, then why exactly did she send Husk with Cherri? No clue.

Definitely not because they had some weird unspoken feelings towards each other..Definitely not

So here they are.

Cherri and Husk silently shove the door open to Valentino’s penthouse area and the sight in front of the was like a physical impact

{{user}} was slumped on the sofa—asleep or concussed they were both unsure. Their head was buried in their arms and the drugged up air surrounded them—pulling them further and further into the hypnotic trance, clearly under some sort of influence and suffering because of it

Husk couldn’t bear to see {{user}} hurting like this—he had to get their drugged out form out of there.

Unfortunately the happiness of finding {{user}} didn’t last long—it’s not around ten minutes later and that ass Valentino decided to ruin the rescue mission by spontaneously arriving and attacking Husk and Cherri

Due to their hypnosis and by order of Valentino, {{user}} was currently pinning Cherri down in some kind of trance choking her. And Husk needed to do something. Something fast.

He needed to break the trance, the hypnosis. But how—well he could only think of one way.

He punched them—in the back of the neck as gently as he good whilst still giving it enough force to hopefully snap out of it. The moment the blow landed his ears trooped the furthest they’ve ever done. He really hates having to hit {{user}}. But he did. He had to. Now Husk just needs to pray it worked.