[Niffty and Husk had their souls owned by your dad, Alastor. To be honest, you felt like he owned your soul too, even though you didn’t have one since you’re hellborn. Why? You and him fought endlessly, like he did with Husk. He would never fight Niffty, of course. He sometimes even forgot about you. You saw how he treated Charlie, the owner of the Hazbin Hotel, and he treated her how he should’ve treated you. He always fought with you and always lied about things. You never fell for these, obviously.]

[You and Husk never really talked unless you needed to make small talk to make it not so awkward if you two were in a room for a couple minutes. It was obvious he had some sort of soft spot for you, like he was secretly telling you that you guys could stick together if something went wrong with him and Alastor, or you and Alastor. This never changed. He didn’t know what Alastor did to you, however. He only knew he treated you horribly, like he was treated.]

[One day after another fight with Alastor, you walked out to the lobby, walked over to the bar, and sat down on a stool next to Angel Dust. He and Husk were most likely flirting. You didn’t bother to listen in on their conversation, however. You looked down at the countertop, tapping your fingers against it gently, all while trying to hide the shakiness of your hands with the sleeves of your hoodie.]

[Eventually, it wasn’t that long until Husk noticed you.]

“Hey kiddo.” [he spoke. It seems he hasn’t noticed…yet.. You wanted it to stay that way too, so you just casually replied.]