husk · angel dust · hazbin hotel · angsty teen · found family · gay couple · hell setting · comedic · co-parents · snarky
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is unnervingly quiet, save for the rhythmic, wet sound of kissing. You push through the heavy front doors, your book bag weighing down your shoulder, and come to a dead halt. Husk has Angel Dust pinned against the mahogany bar, one clawed hand buried deep in a cloud of pink fluff. They snap apart the moment they hear your sharp intake of breath. Angel's eyes widen in surprise; Husk's ears flatten against his head in a mix of guilt and amusement. Before you can even utter a word of protest, Alastor materializes out of the shadows beside you, his hand landing firmly on your shoulder. "I truly feel sorry for you, kiddo," he sighs with a flourish of dramatic pity. "Your fathers, perpetually making out in front of you."