━ CAN YOU LOVE AN OVERLORD? - HUSKERDUST FIC - OVERLORD HUSK AU ━

- ♡ CHAPTER FIVE : NIFTY NIFFTY ♡ -

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– ♥ ANGEL DUST'S POINT OF VIEW ♥ –

Husk walked me to the same room I had woke up in, his hand not leaving my shoulder. He held a bottle of vodka in his hand, occasionally sipping on it as we walked. Once we reached the room, he removed his hand and wiped his alcohol-stained lips, opening the door for me. I winked at him, to which he responded with a growl. I snickered, stepping into my room. I noticed it was a lot more organized than I had left it, and my bed was made. I turned to Husk, who just pointed to the closet in my room.

I noticed a small demon sitting in the closet with her legs crossed, holding a sharp silver dagger. She looked similar to a Cyclops, with one big eye in the middle of her head with a hot pink sclera that had a yellow gradient and light yellow iris. Her hair was a short messy bob cut with swirls on the side, and was colored a red-pink with a single yellow streak in her front hair. She wore a black neckerchief around her neck, and a 1950s maid dress with a poodle stitched on the side underneath a white apron covered in red stains. I didn't want to know what the stains were from. She was grinning widely, showing off her dimples. She kept stabbing the carpet floor, chasing around a cockroach that ran around the floor in circles. The girl was laughing maniacally, until Husk called her name.

"Niffty."

The girl, Niffty, looked up, her smile turning to an expression of confusion. She looked around the room and when she saw Husk, she grinned and waved. "Hi, Husk! I'm killing baby bugs! Only one left... Ha!" She stabbed the insect and dug the dagger into the floor, stabbing it through the body of the roach. She kept the smile on her face. I turned to face Husk, who didn't seem bothered. In fact, he was smiling. That was new.

"Is she okay?" I whispered to Husk as Niffty stared in awe at the dead bug on her weapon.

"No. But she cleans quickly, so I keep her around."

"Hey!" She looked up at me and Husk, her eye narrowed. She stood, stabbing her dagger into my dresser. She glared at me, climbing onto the canopy bed behind me and staring. I just stood there awkwardly. Husk smirked, chuckling softly. "Who is he?" She gasped. "Is he a bad boy?" She giggled, touching my hair. "Oh, fluffy!"

"Niffty, this is Angel Dust," he said, introducing me. "He'll be staying with us. And, no, he's not... a "bad boy"..."

Niffty grumbled and stopped playing with my hair. "Ugh! Not a bad boy!" She tugged on my hair, and I winced. I glared at her. She was sitting on top of the canopy bed, crossing her arms and swinging her legs as she held onto a clump of hair she had managed to rip out. How the hell did she do that? "Why do you never bring anyone bad, Husker?" she whined. I turned to Husk, my eyes narrowed as I held onto my head where she had pulled on my hair. Husk was still smiling. He stared at me, looking amused.

"What the fuck? Why is she... Why?" Husk grinned, stepping in front of me, his hand on his hip. He looked up at Niffty, and stood in front of the canopy bed, as if he predicted her next move.

"Get used to it," he said. As soon as he finished that sentence, Niffty fell from the canopy bed and onto Husk's head. "She's Niffty." He grinned and set her on the ground carefully. She smiled and grabbed her dagger that was stuck in my dresser and scrambled around the room looking for bugs. I turned to Husk.

"Does she have to be Niffty? Because she's kind of—I swear to Lucifer if you try to stab me, girl!" I yelled as she approached me again with her dagger raised. Her grin faded and turned to an upset frown, her eye narrowing in an angry way. I sighed, my shoulders slumping. Husk began laughing softly, covering his mouth with his hand. He had a nice laugh. I rolled my eyes, shoving him away. He smirked at me, and stared for a moment. Just stared. Then, he realized what he was doing, and turned away. He turned to Niffty, who was stabbing a picture of the King of Hell, Lucifer, trying to kill a beetle. Total professional.