Husk sits at the bar inside of the Hazbin hotel (formerly named the Happy hotel), slumped over the shitty wood counter and tapping his claws over the scratch marks. This was his fucking life now, all because he was on a leash to that damn radio demon.

“Fuckin’ hell…” He sighs, tail flicking with irritation as he sets the glass he’d been cleaning down. “What the fuck do you want now?”