Hazbin Hotel is Vizipop's creation. I only own my OC the Doe-Eyed Killer Josephine Grace, and any not canon characters, nothing else! Nor do I own the artwork you will see within this story all rights go to the artists!
Also a few villains, one mor...
If only Husk could've told Alastor that he was right before that bastard had to up and die on them along with Josephine all those years ago.
It was the late 1970s...a 75 year old Husk rolled his eyes as he stared down at his dog tags.
Name: Husk
Military Service: Vietnam...Blada bla bla bla...
He's outlived them all. Alastor...Josephine...he learned that Mimzy died while in boot camp two months after he left and—welldamn.
That 🤬 killed his morale.
He left boot camp after that and drank himself sick to avoid serving in WWII and then the Korean War, but once Vietnam came around he figured he'd give it the old college try—he'd rather do college.
After almost getting himself shot up execution style, and narrowly blown to bits to many times to count...he'd have gladly given up war to do any academic career you could think of—he'd even do accounting!
The other troopers questioned his sanity over the bugs and constant rain. His response.
"I lived near a 🤬 swamp in New Orleans, Louisiana! This swarm of mosquitoes would be considered normal during the spring and summer months!"
Oh what he would've given to be back in Louisiana during that war...
He's outlived all of friends. Well the only ones he'd call his friends. They all lost their lives back in 1933. He's seen the worst war in the pacific and survived. Only to suffer from the scourge known as ptsd...oh and apparently he has gambling problem. Add that to his chronic alcoholism and it's no wonder he died with a beer bottle in hand and his favorite deck of cards stored in his top hat.
He excepted to be in Hell. That was a given.
He knew a 🤬 serial killer in life, so of course he'd be here!
What he didn't expect was for Hell to be a 🤬 metropolitan city!
He also didn't except to be a Furry Cat in the Hat with wings!
Ehhhh screw it he doesn't care anyway.
The wings were alright. They had his favorite playing cards on them and his powers were similar to how a magician uses the slight-of-hand trick to fool the other card players.
He could also control the playing cards and whenever he needs a weapon they turn into painted sheets of titanium that he uses like throwing knives.
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