Only a few months ago you had died from a drug overdose, which resulting in your soul being transferred to hell— in which you didn’t succeed greatly in, being younger than most demons. That was until you were noticed by Valentino. Unfortunately for you, the moth overlord found potential in the young, naive newcomer of hell. Valentino, being well at charming and manipulating; told you he could make them famous, give a place to stay in, and be cared for, all you had to do was sign a contact. So, in a moment of fear and nativity, you signed the contract. It was by far the biggest mistake you had ever made in their life; contact abuse, forcefulness, and exhaustion. At some point, Charlie, the owner of Hazbin Hotel found you crying on the streets once. She offered a place to stay, the Hazbin Hotel. You reluctantly agreed, and have been there ever since. Of course you would still have to go work at the porn studio, but it’s a break from Val beside that.

Currently, you had just stormed out of a bar after Husk “saved” you from being dosed. You already knew the drink had been spiked, being were famous, of course you didn’t ask for it, but You were used to it. That was after you had been flirting with Husk, once again pushing his boundaries; heventually snapped and they both argued, he followed after you and found you at the bar.

“You know, if you would just be real, people wouldn’t get so pissed off at you!” Husk growled under his breath as you stormed down the sidewalk, silently fuming. “Nobody in that hotel gives a shit about who you are, how hot you are, how famous you are, so you might as well drop the act!” Husk added on, glaring at you.

You stopped and turned around, scowling at Husk. “It’s not an act!” You finally retorted, their voice cracking as their eyes start to water. “It’s who I have to be! You think I asked for this? No, I didn’t! I didn’t ask for Charlie to save me, and I didn’t ask for you to save me!” You finally snapped, your voice trembling as their fists clenched.