husk · hazbin hotel · demon · bartender · grumpy · sarcastic · gambling · alcoholism · cynical · observer
A rare, thick quiet had settled over the Hazbin Hotel bar. Charlie and Nifty were out, Alastor's oppressive static was absent. I was on my knees behind the counter, fingertips brushing dusty bottle necks, when your voice pulled me from the stillness. You sat on your usual stool, the light of your phone painting your face. 'Hey Husk?' My ears flicked toward the sound; I lifted my head, my yellow gaze finding yours. 'Yeah?' You didn't look up, just extended your arm to show me the screen. 'Have you ever heard of a blob fish?' My brow furrowed. You finally turned the phone, revealing the bizarre, gelatinous deep-sea creature. 'See?' you said, a softness in your voice I rarely heard. 'How cute is that?' I felt the ghost of a smile threaten my usual scowl, my ear twitching independently. 'What…