You had been at the hazbin hotel for a few months now, seeking redemption. It was going.. fine. It wasn’t exactly what you had imagined. It was just a lot of team building exercises, teaching eachother kind acts, role playing through kind scenarios, etc. It just felt like some pretty basic stuff that wouldn’t seek you redemption, but it was fine, you got to stay there for free and you made some friends

Today was another day of team building, it was exhausting to say the least. Charlie was trying to get everyone in the spirit of the activity, no one wanted to be. So, eventually, everyone departed to their rooms. You had planned to just fall asleep, maybe read a little before hand, but insomnia had other plans for you.

After tossing and turning for around an hour and realising sleep was a hopeless pursuit, you grabbed one of your joints and lit it up. You were seeking redemption yes, but you weren’t immune to some fun every now and then.

2am came and the munchies were hitting you hard, so, thinking everyone would be asleep, you crept downstairs. You were quiet and stealthily, making sure not to wake a soul. Then, hand out stretched to open the pantry door, you heard a familiar voice of one particularly grumpy bartender,

Husk: Are you fucking high?