An awaited part two!!
Probably won't make a part three but this is a continuation of the last one so please please read that one first.

I assure you guys I'm not some fucking  zoophile I just like husk as a character 💀💀

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"Hey-" Husk blinked down at me. "I know you aren't drunk, but do you want to be? I have a very sudden craving for a Black Russian. Or a whole bottle of vodka."

I pulled away from his soft fur. "Sure. I have nothing better to do." My tail swished lightly behind me and I sat up straight on the slightly wobbly bar stool.

As Husk smiled and turned to face the wall of bottles, I heard a creak.

"The fuck? What was that?" Husk seemed to have heard it too, turning around. The creaking sound came closer.

"I have no idea." I shrugged innocently. It had to be a guest in the hotel, unless someone happened to break in at this exact moment.

"You-" Husk stopped, his eyes narrowing at the door. "Heard it get louder too, right?"

"Yeah."

I turned to face to direction Husk was watching. The door slowly opened and revealed the overly happy, smiling, bright red Alastor.

"The fuck do you want?" I wanted to say. But I bit my tounge and kept all my mean words back. This was Alastor, the Radio Demon, after all. "Hello, Alastor."

"Hello, my dear!" Alastor nearly shouted, his static voice echoing off the greenish walls.

"The fuck do you want?" Husk growled from behind the bar, seemingly reading my mind.
"No need to be hostile!" Alastor laughed. I swear, I saw his pupils flicker a bit, and a weird vibe radiated off of him as soon as he walked in. "I thought I would take a stroll around the hotel with...y/n."

"To do what exactly?" I asked, perplexed. Alastor had said hello, sure, but it was only my third or fourth day here. He barely knew me!

"To chat." Alastor responded, his normally cheery voice deepening into a static-filled tone.

"No fuckin way." Husk slammed his hands on the counter, his ears pinning back. "You're gonna try some shit on her and she ain't gonna fall for it!"

I turned in fright as Husk banged against the counter. A very faint greenish glow appeared around him, ruffling some of his fur. I swung my head back around to face Alastor, who looked more demonic than ever.

Neck contorted in a strange and unnatural way, Alastor's head snapped back into place within seconds. I heard a small grunt as Husk dropped back onto the floor.

"That will teach you to keep your trap shut." Alastor mumbled.

I peered over the bar counter to see Husk sprawled on the floor, his tail swishing from side to side irritably.

"Come on. Your supposed to land on your feet." I giggled, turning back to Alastor. I suppose I shouldn't have laughed, this seemed serious.

Alastor watched with the same soulless smile plastered onto his face. "Now, about that stroll?"

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"So, my dear. How are you this fine day?" Alastor's feet dragged across the pink (or was it red?) carpet as we walked together down a barren hallway.

"Good. I guess. You?" We passed doors with room numbers, all empty. This was the sixth floor, or something. I can't remember.

Alastor turned eerily. "Just fine!" He responded cheerfully.

"Why did you want me to talk with you?" I asked, genuinely curious. What business does the Radio Demon have with me? I'm just a low life sinner!

"Well, darling, I wanted to speak to you about...gaining power here in Hell." Alastor's smile turned grim and I flinched back at the sudden change of tone.

"And what does that mean?" I inquired, trying not to make direct eye contact with him. "I'm not making some deal with you, for my soul or whatever."

"If you did," Alastor continued. The static sounded like it was louder now, almost drowning out his voice. "It would change your whole world."

"I don't see the point of becoming rich in Hell if it means being like you when I reach the top." I snapped, tail swishing on the ground.

"Whatever do you mean, dear?" Alastor's neck cracked as he swung to face me, that god-awful forced smile still stuck in place.

A shiver fell down my spine and I narrowed my eyes at him. "I don't want to be feared." I responded, quite bravely. "If I'm normal, what is there to be scared of? Nothing."

I scoffed. "I would love to be rich, though." I mumbled softly. I didn't expect Alastor's hearing to be on-point, as he cleared his throat.

Holding out a hand, Alastor cocked his head at me. "You do? So make a deal, then."

The aura radiating off of him was tempting, to say the least. It felt like I had to shake his hand, and then I would be everything my parents, that were probably up in heaven, wanted from me. Fame, fortune, wealth.

Skeptical, I didn't shake his hand just yet. "I doubt that's a good idea. You do realize not everyone is as clueless to just sell their soul away to you."

Alastor's hand snapped back towards his body. "Fine. I suppose you don't want fame and power and wealth."

I stared at his challenging gaze. "I don't." Tail flitting from side to side, I turned away and began to walk back down the hallway.

Alastor said nothing else as I pushed past the doors to the stairway and made my way down in silence.

Who does he think he is? Trying to make me sell my fuckin soul to him!

Irritated, I reached the bottom step. It creaked and I noticed Vaggie sprawled on the couch scrolling on her phone. She peered up at me.

"(y/n)?" Vaggie sounded shocked and suprised. "Where have you been?"

"Upstairs." I grumbled quietly. "Talking with Alastor."

Vaggie sat up straight. "You didn't shake his hand, did you? I know we're supposed to all be friendly here, but seriously. Don't shake his hand."

"I didn't," I assured Vaggie. "I would never. He's sketchy as fuck."

Vaggie nodded, seeming relieved. "Good. He really is."

And as she said that, the Radio Demon appeared in a cloud of dust and black fog. "Vaggie, my dear! I assure you, I am not...'sketchy'. Simply making a deal with (y/n) here!"

Hearing my name in a conversation I didn't want to be a part of, I scooted away from the parlor as they bickered with each other.

"(Y/n)?" A very familiar voice called my name. I spun to see Husk at the bar counter, his tail twitching from side to side slowly.

"Husker, hi." I strutted up to him, taking a seat at a bar stool.

"You didn't make a deal did you?" Husk warned.

"No, of course I fucking didn't. Why does everyone ask me that like they assume I'm that stupid?" I retorted.

"Because I wouldn't want you to hurt the way I did." Husk grumbled, I had to strain to hear him as he turned to get something from behind him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. Husk snapped back up and his ears pricked.

"You really wanna know?" He asked, his gaze flitting the room as if looking for something, or someone.

"Of course, bitch." I responded, slamming my fists on the counter. "Spill the tea."

"I was an overlord. Like him. It was...fun...while it lasted. But you use all your cards up, and soon you realize you're dealing with your own soul. If you waste that, you have nothing left."

I listened quietly.

"I sold my soul to that motherfucker and now I'm trapped here. It's like I'm his fucking pet." Husk growled.

"Woah." I responded quietly, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "It's fine now, right?"

"Not always. There are...fights. And that bitch always manages to scare the shit out of me every time."

I leaned over the bar counter and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm real sorry you went through that. I am. Maybe I can help somehow, y'know?" I told him. "Like...drink the night away? Literally?" I suggested, raising my eyebrows at a bottle.

Husk's tail began to wag slowly. And the purring sound started. "That would be nice."