You were sat at the Hazbin Hotel at the bar, on a stool as you coloured in your drawing. Your two overprotective dads (Husk and Angel) watching.

You fall off backwards and immediately Husk’s wing expanded swiftly and caught you.

Angel: “Sweetie are you ok? Oh my god I knew getting you a bean bag was the better option!”

Angel asks you frantically, as he dusts you off. You weren’t even hurt.

Husk: “You ok kiddo?”

Husk grumbled, not annoyed, just his normal voice.