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Zzt Zzt Zzt!!

Chapter 10 is out

Chapter 10) Breaking Bonds

Husker hadn't slept so well in years.

His body was held in plush warmth, even as he was pushed to roll over.

It was so comfortable, Husk stretched out in the warmth of the sun. He purred noisily, feeling the wind waft over his fur. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been in a field of wildflowers.

“Maybe fifty years?” He said to himself.

Husk rolled onto his stomach, stretching his full wings behind his back. Life was pretty good. He glanced around as he saw a fat little bumblebee.

Zzt…Zzt…Zzt…

Husk started breathing fast. There was something wrong with the bee…Husk moved to stand, stumbling forward. The sky was quickly adjusting, the blues turning blindingly yellow.

Husk turned, trying to find where the strange insect had flown to.

Zzt…Zzt…Zzt…

Husk took a step back, falling back into concrete. He'd expected his wings to catch his fall, but instead the harsh coldness of the floor seeped through his shirt.

Husk stared at the ceiling with his one cat eye, the other covered by a makeshift blindfold. Grunting, he pushed himself to sit up. “Angel?” He asked, feeling like he swallowed hot iron.

In front of him was a set of metallic stairs. Feathers littered the steps where he'd tumbled.

Zzt, tk…Zzt, tk…Zzt, tk…

Husk realized what the sound was. It was metal on metal. kicked into the floor and scrambled onto all fours, running into the new hallway before him.

Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! Husk desperately ran, but the hallway stretched out in front of him. He remembered now, his wings were gone! He finally rounded a corner, panting to catch his breath. He perked beyond the wall, back towards the distant stairs.

Zzt…Zzt….Zzt…

The sound was just as close as it had ever been. A shadow lumbered and wobbled, shuffling its way towards the man.

Husk's ears flattened. He couldn't explain the utter fear that creature brought to his middle. It was the worst terror he'd ever known.

Keep running! He internally screamed, turning heel and dashing into the unknown.

The zipping sound filled his ears with dread. Husk's eyes pricked with tears. He was running so hard, he worried his lungs would burst!

A door!

Please, he begged wordlessly, please don't be empty.

Zzt!...ZZT!...ZZT!!!

But as he opened the door-

Husk fell out of bed with a yell, startling Fat Nuggets in the process.

Angel screamed, too, one of his boots falling to the floor. The other had been properly zipped to the top. “Jesus, Husk! You sure do sleep like an asshole!!”

Husk scrambled beneath the bed, working on hyperventilating in the comfortably tight space. He scrambled back further as Angel dropped his face down to the floor.

“Kitten?”

Husk let out a loud breath and hid his face into his paws.

“Uh…you good?” Angel asked. “Wanna come out? And apologize to Nug?”

Husk gripped his head before relaxing his hands. “That was embarrassing,” he complained, shuffling back out from the dark.

“You've been off morphine for a few days now…do you just normally have wild and crazy dreams?” Angel asked, tugging his boot back on before Husk could comment on his foot.

“No..” Husk held his hand out, letting the pig walk back up to him. He relaxed more as Fat Nuggets climbed into his lap. “These dreams are weird.”

“Yeah? Weird like fuckin’ Pamela Anderson through a hole in her head or weird like talkin’ pizza?” Angel shuffled back, leaning against the side of the bed next to Husk.

Husk dropped his head to rest on the pig. “Neither. I'm constantly being haunted by-AH!” He leapt back beneath the bed, making Fat Nuggets roll unceremoniously onto the floor.

Zzzzzzzzt!

Angel looked around in confusion as he finished zipping his boot. “Husker, are you seein’ ghosts?”

“No,” Husk growled.

Angel tapped his fingers on the floor in annoyance. Nugz was trying to climb after Husk to comfort him. “I'm gonna assume my pig knows better, cuz he says you're scared, but you're actin’ insane…dare I say, a scaredy cat?”

Husk groaned and reached out to scratch under Fat Nuggets’ little chin.

“Well?” Asked Angel. “You gonna let me in on these fuckin’ nightmares?”

Husk was slow to climb back out, looking tired and rough. He accepted his cane as Angel offered it to him, and he stood.

“I need coffee, first.”

“That makes sense,” Angel agreed, “you look like shit…” he got up, keeping his gaze fixed on Husk. “Maybe we got too rowdy last night with the anal beads?”

Husk cleared his throat. “No…that was fine. Fun.” He smoothed his ears back.

Angel grinned and opened the door for him. “I mean, I thought so. You're really responsive.”

Husk waved his hand a little, blushing into his ears. “It's been a long time!”

“Hope you stay so sensitive,” Angel said, dropping his voice to a hush as they walked through the hall. “I like gettin’ to play top sometimes.”

“You have a one-track mind,” Husk turned his head away, feeling more relaxed as they walked through the hall. As they approached his kitchen, Husk tilted his head back and sniffed the air, sighing happily, “coffee.”

“Yea, yea, sit down and Mommy will get you a cup,” Angel offered.

“Good morning, boys!!” Charlie said excitedly, sitting at the kitchen table with her own mug covered in rainbows. “How's it going?!”

Vaggie looked up from buttering a piece of toast. She gestured aggressively with her knife, “You both are getting loud!”

“It's not like the whole hotel hasn't heard your pipes singin’ to the lesbian gods, Vaggie,” Angel said, pouring two mugs. He tried not to giggle at how Husk enjoyed a full half cup of cream in his coffee. He wondered if Husk could get fat in Hell, and the idea made him squirm in a good way.

Vaggie blushed and scowled. “That’s not true!”

Charlie only giggled, refusing to say anything but, “Well, Vaggie…”

“All of you are disgusting,” Alastor stood in the corner of the room, holding Lucifer’s mug to drink from. “I assure you, you are all far too loud.” His half ear flicked in annoyance.

Husk took his mug with both hands, lapping at his coffee with his tongue.

Angel waved off Alastor and sat across from Husker. He took a sip of his own black coffee. “You feelin’ a little better after getting up?”

Husk breathed in the smell of coffee and licked his lips. “A bit… But these dreams are fucked.”

Charlie turned her body towards them both. “Dreams?” She batted her big eyes.

“Husker’s havin’ nightmares,” Angel answered, and Husk rolled his eyes.

“Not every night,” Husk said.

“I'd have nightmares sharing a bed with Angel Dust,” Alastor slurped his drink. “Husker never had nightmares under my control.”

“I didn't have dreams at all,” Husk said flatly.

Alastor lifted his mug, “exactly.”

“What happens in your dreams?” Charlie asked. “Is it the same one over and over?”

Husk grumbled and lapped at his drink. He didn't want this to become a whole thing. But with Angel staring him down, he figured he wouldn't escape it. “It’s more like the dreams pick up where they left off.”

“It's always in this empty place…it's all yellow and confusing. No doors lead anywhere…”

Vaggie set her toast down and listened more intently.

“And there's this thing.” Husk shuddered as his fur stood on end. “It's always following me.” He stared into his half emptied mug. “I can't explain it, but I know it's going to kill me.”

“What's it look like?” Vaggie asked, tone serious.

“...Tall? Dark?”

“Handsome?” Angel supplied.

“No,” Husk shook his head. “It sounds like something zipping, over and over…like someone standing and zipping a jacket up and down.”

“I could go get my dream interpreter!” Charlie announced excitedly.

Vaggie shook her head. “Husk.” She looked at him with a fierce expression when he met her eyes. “When did these start?”

Husk looked at her in confusion. He shook his small wing. “After we went to the Spider's Nest. It started off bland and boring…”

“But it's ramping up.” Vaggie said.

Husk tilted his ears back. Angel frowned at Vaggie, “listen, sugar, it sounds like you know somethin’.”

“Yeah, and what I'm gonna say is you can't sleep anymore, Husk,” Vaggie told him.

“That's not…very reasonable,” Charlie pursed her lips.

The doorbell rang!

Husk jumped out of his skin, all of his fur completely poofing out now.

“Oh! I got it!!” Charlie hopped to her feet, rushing to the door. “It could be more sinners!!”

Angel scoffed, but Vaggie kept staring Husk down.

“You're in danger,” she told him. “The labyrinths are nothing to fuck with.”

“Uhhh!!!” Charlie called out.

Vaggie sighed and got up. “Don't fucking sleep while I'm gone.” She left the kitchen. “ANGEL IT'S FOR YOU.”

“Damn. Right when this was gettin' intense…Husker, you okay?” Angel stood up.

Husk breathed out shakily, trying to smooth his fur back down with his hands. “Yeah. I'll be right there. It's probably Cherri.”

Angel kissed his cheek, smoothing a tuft on the back of his head. “Probably. Be right back.”

That left Husk and Alastor alone.

“You're going to die, Husker,” Alastor insisted gleefully as he sipped his drink. He loved how Husk bared his teeth at him. “What? I'm not the one who cursed you to purgatory.”

Husk pressed his palms into the table, pushing himself to his knees on the stool. “What do you know?!”

“That beast is ancient. He's built of shredded souls, held together through whatever means necessary.” Alastor tilted his head, pleased to see pinpricks of fearful tears forming at Husk’s eyes. He was always easy to frighten. “He longs to become whole, devouring souls as he strolls about limbo!”

Husk stayed still, processing the information. He breathed heavily, his heart slamming in his chest. He leapt five feet in the air when he heard gunshots.

“Mm. You'd better check that,” Alastor looked over his fingernails.

Husk scrambled to grab his cane and made his way to the foyer.

“You fuckin' piece of shit! After what you did, you think I'm gonna hear you out?!” Angel was holding his favorite tommy gun.

Arackniss sighed. A series of small x’s covered the left side of his face. “No, but it's not really a negotiation. Dad said you're comin’ home whether you'd like it or not. I don't wanna haveta unravel your belly again, Anthony.”

“Fuck you!” Angel shot again, laying out at least two of the guys behind him. “I'm about to grab shit that's gonna actually kill!!”

“Come on, Tonyyy, baby brother! None of that! Your little hubby could even come!” Arackniss reasoned. “Dad says he's impressed with what you did!”

Angel scoffed. “Obviously you think I'm stupid, but that stupid?!”

“Boys, boys, we don't have to fight! Maybe you fellas could join the hotel!!!” Charlie tried. Angel and Arackniss gave her a look that said: shut up. So she did!

Alastor stood next to Husker, smirking. “You're not going to get involved?”

Husk hated the lump formed in his throat. He wasn't a coward…he wasn't that much of a coward. He willed his feet forward, but knew he felt as useless as he looked.

Angel dropped a hand down, a clear motion for Husk to stop. Angel had this. “Nickie, I'm gonna give you one last warnin’ to get the fuck outta here.

Arackniss barked a laugh. “Yea?!” He jumped back as Angel made a grab for him, pushing one of his goons, a fly, in front of him.

Angel grasped at the fly’s stomach and yanked back, expecting guts to spill onto the floor.

But they didn't.

Everyone stared at Angel, hands triumphantly yanked back with nothing in his grasp.

Everyone saw nothing, save for the brothers.

“Um,” Angel hummed a little, confused by the string in his hand.

“See?! You's don't even know what you're doin’!!” Arackniss shouted. “Now put it back, and let's go.”

Put what back? Husk frowned, trying to make out what they were looking at.

“No!” Angel stamped his foot, winding the string in his hand. The fly let out a yell as he was tugged forward by a seemingly invisible force. “I'm gonna take everythin’ that’s yours and Dad's!!”

Angel tried very hard not to look surprised when a soul contract unfurled next to his face. He grit his teeth for a moment, trying to make a decision. “What the fuck is your name?!”

The fly looked as shocked as Angel felt. “Uh, Uh, Roberto??” A black chain appeared around his neck, trailing back towards the center of the city.

The name Roberto appeared on the scroll.

“Good. Guess what…You're stayin’ in this Hazbin Hotel! And you, Roberto, are gonna…uh…Participate in the Redemption Program!! That's my fuckin’ order!”

It stunned everyone into silence when a pink chain closed around the black one on Roberto’s neck, causing it to disintegrate.

Arackniss stared at Angel, dumbfounded.

“You wanna be next?!” Angel loomed over him.

Arackniss took a step back, too stunned to answer. “Let's…let's go, fellas.”

“And you know what…Leave the bodies!” Angel held his gun high, waiting to shoot. “I'm takin’ those assholes, too!”

Alastor grinned wickedly. He used his shadows to drag the corpses into the hotel to reform.

“Angel, what the FUCK?!” Vaggie felt like this was becoming a new catchphrase!

“Charlie,” Angel ignored the angel in favor of her girlfriend, “got you some guests. Roberto!”

Roberto snapped to attention.

“What're these fucker’s names?” Angel strolled over the men, leaning down and yanking strings from both of their bodies.

“Uh…Taser and Anchor?” Roberto asked.

Angel snapped his fingers in annoyance. “Their human names? Do you know em?”

“Oh…Giovanni…and Angelo?”

“Good. Uh… Thanks. I'm handin' you over to Charlie.”

She squealed excitedly and took Roberto's arm. “Is that what you normally go by? I'm Charlie, great to meet you!”

“Um…They call me Flyboy…but I prefer my name?”

“Perfect! Roberto it is! So everyday we start activities at nine am…” Charlie led him down the hall, Vaggie following with her head in her hands.

Alastor waited behind Angel, grinning like a cat who swallowed a canary. However, the actual cat looked frazzled and frayed.

“What?” Angel finally asked as chains formed around the men on the ground.

“You don't even have to have them conscious!” Alastor said excitedly. “You're just stealing their contracts.”

Angel looked unsure, but he kept his pose strong. “What of it? Don't fuck with me, Alastor.”

Alastor looked gleeful regardless. “I knew you'd start your overlord journey, but this is exciting.”

Angel stomped past him, crossing his arms.

Husk was startled out of his daze. He turned and followed at Angel’s heels. “Baby?”

“I want better coffee. Let's meet Cherri in town. I'm not fuckin’ doing the program today.” Angel gripped his arms, storming out of the back doors to the hotel. “I don't wanna fuckin’ talk about it.”

Husk walked at his side. After several minutes of walking in silence, he said, “you know, I had a pretty good time with those anal beads.” He offered a hand for Angel to take.

Angel snorted and laughed. He reached out and intertwined their fingers. “We should try ‘em with the vibrator on next time.”

“We're trying that on you,” Husk said.

“Fair enough.”

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