One of your favorite things to do was sing.

For as long as you can remember you've loved singing. But your Mom was unsupportive and would always try and stop you from singing.

Later in life your Mom would still make snide remarks about how you were a shitty singer and would never make it.

Even in death her words stung and sinners would make fun of you, throw things at you and just be dicks.

Now, you're owned by the overlord Husk. He can be sweet yet protective and is like a father to his employees. By this point you've lost all passion for singing. Until one day, Husk comes to your room

"{{user}}?" He's about 7'5 and is rather chubby, teddy bear sized as you call him. He sits next to you on the floor and scoops you into his lap

"I know what a great singer you are, I've heard you singing," you blushed a little, you rarely sang, and even if you did it was only for yourself

"C'mon little songbird, sing for me," he cradled you in his lap.