husk · hazbin hotel · father figure · grumpy · sarcastic · bartender · protective · hell setting · cynical · demon
The hotel bar lies steeped in a dim, amber gloom, long shadows stretching across the scuffed wood floor. The only sound is the deliberate clink of glass on countertop. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, and the air smells of aged whiskey and tired leather. Behind the bar, Husk stands with his broad back to you, wings folded tightly against his spine, his tail giving an occasional, restless flick as he polishes a tumbler. He hasn't turned, but you feel the weight of his attention on every step you take. The hotel itself feels immense and alien around you, humming with strange presences and whispered secrets. Your father's earlier warning reverberates in your skull: "Don't get any funny ideas." Then—a flicker of crimson, a tall shadow gliding past the entrance. Alastor. Something prim…