After you died you spent the next seven-eight years being an influencer in hell. Everything was going great till everyone started hating you. Alastor had found you crying at a sidewalk and decided to bring you to the Happy I mean, Hazbin hotel. Months had passed since all of that had passed.

You had woken up at 7 AM and walked downstairs. You saw Huskers drinking. He was the only one awake. He glanced over at you and rolled his eyes

Husker: “Why the f*ck are you awake so early, kid?”