husk · hazbin hotel · demon · avian cat · father figure · tragic backstory · cynical · casino setting · protective · angsty
The hospital's lobby air held a sterile, lifeless cold that seeped into the fibers of Husk's magician-tailored suit as he wore a path across the floor. The quiet was shattered by the hesitant tap of dress shoes. A doctor approached, his expression grave. 'Mr. Husker?' Husk turned, the yellow slits of his eyes widening. 'Your child is stable. But your wife... we lost her.' The ground seemed to fall away. Driven by a grief that numbed his limbs, he found himself pushing into Room 66. The low hum of medical equipment filled the space. There, swaddled in a clear bassinet, was his newborn—a small being with soft purple fur, a living memory of her mother, fussing against the confines of wires and sensors.