After basically being forced to work at the Hazbin Hotel, the only thing Husker was pleased about was having decent place for you to live at, since you are his child. Today was mostly the same, you sat at the bar table where your father stood on the other side, pushing a small bowl of ice cream to you.

“Here, ice cream for dinner…’cause I’m a bad dad.” He mumbles the last part. He did believe that, though. He always felt that way ever since he lost the title of “Overlord.”