Story of Another Us | Huskerdust AU

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Angel only had one person he could go to. Val probably had a whole squad of demons looking for him. He just kept running.

He ran into an alley-way stretched his top arms up and onto a shitty fire escape ladder, holding his beloved pet with another set of hands, protectively. Pulling himself up, he began running up to the fourth floor.

He opened the window and climbed Into the apartment.

The lights were off and it was decently dark in the room.

A small shadowy figure appeared. Angeldust and the figure began and punching each other.  He let go of nuggets who hid somewhere.
They kept fighting, until the figure jumped onto the couch.

Angeldust took out his guns, and landed with one fist on the floor and one leg bent. She hit the light switch before she landed. She had a bomb ready to be thrown, hiding behind her back.

"Angie?! What the hell?!" Cherribomb asked in surprise. She pinched the stem of her bomb putting the fire out not wanting to blow up her bestie.

The spider put his guns away the minute the light showed Cherri's face.

"Hey sugartits." He greeted with an awkward wave as he scratched his neck.

The two sat on her couch and she punched him in the shoulder.

"Where the fuck you been, bitch?!" She asked. "Thought you up and died."

He laughed.

"Oh I wish."

She looked Angeldust up and down he was out of breath, she noticed the hot pink duffle bag with black straps and noticed Fat Nuggets come out from under one of her cabinets.

"The fuck happened?" She asked her tone was filled with worry, matching her facial expression.

Angel pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped four arms around them.

"He tried to break into my apartment. I bailed before he got in." He stated, sighing.

"Shit." She wrapped an arm around her friend comfortingly.

He nodded and took a deep breath.

"Oh and I ran into certain gambler, on my way here."

Cherribomb raised an eyebrow surprised. 

"Husk's around? I thought up and died too."

He shrugged.

"Don't know, don't care." He half lied.

The duo caught up, and Angeldust spent the night at Cherri's place but, the next day was spent, helping him get his stuff from his apartment. She wasn't letting him stay there anymore.

They went in the same way Angeldust left. His apartment was in shambles. It was like his, life all over again. Picture frames were destroyed there was glass everywhere, his TV seemed to have a bullet hole in it. His couch cushions were all over his living room his couch was ripped over.

They grabbed everything he cared about and left. If he even goes to work tomorrow Valentino is Lucky. Cherribomb drove back to her place after the two loaded up her car.

She parked her car and the two entered her apartment building through the lobby and taking the elevator up to her floor. Fat Nuggets was sat cutely on top of the boxed the spider was carrying.

"Damnit! I left my drugs!" He groaned.

"I got coke, I got MDMA, some other shit too." She offered.

Angel made an small 'o' shape with his mouth.

"Ya got PCP?" He wondered.

She shrugged.

"Probably. I'll look when we get inside." She assured.

The elevator opened up to the fourth floor and the two walked out. Cherribomb set the boxes she was carrying down on the floor for a moment, unlocking her door. She let Angeldust walk in while she picked up the boxes, she shut the door behind her by kicking it with one of her feet. Angeldust sighes deeply and sat on Cherri's couch.

Cherribomb set the boxes she was carrying onto the floor and went into her room. She opened up the drawer of her night stand, going through the contents of her stash. She walked over to her dresser and opened another drawer, rummaged through her clothes to find loose baggies of various powdered substance. All of them were labeled.

She walked back out with her hands full of various sized pill bottles and a bunch of baggies.  She was a living breathing fucking pharmacy.

"Whatever ya want." She stated laying all the options on her coffee table.

Alngeldust looked at everything carefully before making a decision.

He reached for the bag of Ketamine. Cherribomb put all of her drugs nearly back in their hiding places. She grabbed her tray and a couple straws. She came back into her living room and sat on her couch next to her friend she sat the tray down on the table and handed Angel a straw. Angeldust poured the substance onto the tray and Cherri cut it into thin white lines. They each held the straw to one nostril and covered the other with a finger before they snorted the substance.

Years ago.

Husk didn't do very well today, he was losing bets left and right. He was on a downward slope for a months but, never this bad. He called in a favor, that he was hoping he'd never have to cash in.

The radio demon walked into his casino and straight to Husk's office.

"Good to see you again my fuzzy friend!" Alastor said with his filter.

"Cut the shit Al!" He groaned. Lighting his cigar again.  "I don't need ya bullshit. I just need ya help."

"You sure you want to pay that price."

"I'll give ya my soul as long as I keep what souls own, and my business grows." Husk stated.

Alastor nodded.

"So we have a deeeal then?" Alastor asked, extending his hand.

"I want a written contract before I shake your hand fuckface. I ain't stupid." He rolled his eyes.

Alastor sighed snapping his fingers. A piece of paper appeared and a pen appeared.

"Fine, we'll do it your way."

Husk carefully read it over and made some changes to it so Alastor snapped his fingers and a newly revised paper appeared. He read it over again. Husk signed the line with his full name. Alastor also signed it.

The cat demon hated that he stooped as low as selling his own soul, but he couldn't keep losing, he loved the power that came from being an overlord, but more importantly he loved the living he made for himself. He wasn't a piece of shit like some of the other overlords. He didn't even go to those stupid meetings, he wanted nothing to do with those guys.  They treated their souls like slaves but he was certain none of them could handle being on the other end. He wanted nothing to do with treating other down on their luck sinners like they're somehow less than him. They were all shit people ain't nobody special but, the  bluebloods and the Morningstars.