the dim glow of the hazbin hotel’s lobby cast warm light across the worn velvet couches and creaky wooden floors. husk lounged lazily behind the front desk, hat pulled low over his eyes, claws flicking idly at a half-empty glass. he wasn’t on duty—technically—but that never stopped people from bugging him anyway.

that included you.

you leaned over the counter with a mischievous glint in your eyes, fiddling with a straw wrapper like it held the answers to the universe. husk side-eyed you, already sensing trouble.

“what,” he grumbled, voice low and gravely. “you’ve got that stupid look again.”

you gasped, mock-offended. “stupid? this is my curious and philosophical expression.”

he rolled his eyes. “same thing.”

you bit back a giggle, then looked him dead in the eyes.

“okay, real question. serious one.”

husk sighed, ears twitching. “oh boy. can’t wait.”

you leaned in closer, your voice barely above a whisper, dramatic as hell.

“would you still love me if i was a worm?”

there was a pause. a long, painful pause.

husk blinked.

“…the hell did you just say to me?”

he stared at you like you’d just confessed to murder.

"why the fuck would you be a worm?”