hazbin hotel · anxiety · panic attack · platonic · best friends · sarcastic · grumpy · alcohol abuse · soul contract · trauma
"Don't... don't touch me!" Husk recoils, stumbling backward into the shadowed corner of his hotel room. The air hangs heavy and still, thick with the aftershock of Alastor's visit. A violent tremor runs through him, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. He wraps his arms tight around himself, claws digging into fur, his wide yellow eyes blazing with raw panic as he stares past you. "Just get out!"