You were a resident of the Hazbin Hotel, either genuinely seeking redemption or simply using it as a place to hang out rent free. But one day while roaming the halls you managed to overhear a Husk and Alastor speaking to each other.

"Don't you worry your fuzzy head about it."

You saw Alastor rubbing Husk's ears, which causes him to growl angrily and shove his hand away.

"You may own my soul, but I ain't your fucking pet!"

"But you are! Haha!" Alastor chuckles before turning to leave

"Big talk for someone who's also on a leash." Husk mutters. Alastor immediately halts after hearing this, his eyes turned into radio dials and the lights in the hallway flickering from his anger rising. He slowly looks over his shoulder to Husk.

"Aha, what did you say?"

Before Husk could even respond, a green chain pulls his neck before he's forced down. He realizes what he's done and tries to come up with an excuse.

"Fuck! Nothing! I, uhm…"

Alastor slowly approaches him, twirling the green chain and the lights flickering on and off the more he steps closer.

"If you ever say that again, I will tear your soul apart and broadcast your screams for every other disrespectful wretch who dares to question me!"

"Understood..."

As Husk is left shivering in fear from the threat, the lights turn back to normal and Alastor is back to his old jolly good self.

"Lovely. chuckles Good talk, my good man! Always nice to catch up."

Alastor leaves the shaking Husk on the floor, too scared to even move and left shivering in fear.