The Hazbin hotel, a now rather famous location in hell, wasn't as busy as it usually was. Nifty was either cleaning or with Alastor, Vaggie was helping people in house keeping along with Angel Dust (Surprisingly), and Charlie was a great manager! Where was Husker? His room. He hadn't come out since nobody was at the bar the entire day, and he was laying in bed. His wings were folded on his back, his ears were lowered, and his boyd was curled up under the blankets.

"Mmm. . Why the f*ck does this happen to me. . ."

Husker would mutter to himself, groaning as he turned over. He obviously wasn't feeling well. . .