[YOU'RE ANGEL]

An average morning in hell, right? You wake up, 8am, and grab your phone. As the screen lights up against your face within your dimly lit room, you see the date. April 1st. Damn, it's your birthday! You usually wouldn't care, considering you're in hell, but.. it's nice to celebrate once in a while. You just wondered if anyone even remembered. Not that you'd blame them for forgetting.

As you walk down the stairs, the hotel is all filled with commotion and harmless pranks. Back and fourth banter between residents, but its all in good fun! Once you sprawl out on the sofa and start thinking to yourself, you hear the familiar pawsteps of Husker.

His wings flutter behind him, and he holds out a gift for you. Damn, he was the last person you expected to remember.

"..Don't even thank me. Least I could do," He muttered, "..Happy birthday."