Little Spiderling - CG!Husk and Little!Angel Oneshots

Sick Day 🐷❤️

Summary: Angel is feeling sick, and Valentino wants him to work, regardless of his health. Husk is having none of Valentino's bullshit.

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Request by AutisticallyYours on AO3

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TW: Valentino being a scummy piece of shit, verbal abuse

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Angel woke up feeling under the weather. His head was pounding like a drum, and his throat was scratchy like a desert. He weakly got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. He pulled out a thermometer from the medicine and took his temperature.

100.3 degrees.

"Shit..." Angel grumbled. He pulled out his phone and dialed Valentino's number.

"Angel Cakes, baby, it's so good to hear your voice," Valentino's voice spoke through the speaker.

"Hey, I can't come to work today. I'm not-"

"What do you mean 'you can't come into work?'"

"I'm not feeling really good. I was wondering if I could take the day off or two so I can-"

"What are you fucking talking about? You've never missed a day from work."

"I know, but-"

"Are you telling me that you've decided to get out of work? You're probably faking sick just to spite me!"

"No, that's not true. I swear I'm not faking it. I just need a day or two off to-" Angel tried to speak, but was interrupted by his coughing.

"Listen to me, you fucking shit-for-brains, you better be at the studio in exactly one hour, or else there will be literal hell to pay," Valentino threatened.

With no other choice, Angel sighed heavily and responded, "Yes, Valentino."

"That's more like it. See you in an hour, baby."

Angel sighed again as he hung up his phone. He grabbed some Ibuprofen and took it, hoping it would soothe his throat for a while. He walked out of the bathroom and saw his pet pig, Fat Nuggets, walking towards him with a cold compress.

"Thanks, Fat Nuggets," Angel smiled weakly as he placed the compress on his forehead.

Fat Nuggets walked over to Angel's bed, pulled his Rainbow Puppy and Twinkle (Rainbow Puppy's pig friend) stuffies next to his pillow, and motioned for him to lay down and rest.

"I can't, buddy. Val wants me to power through my shift today."

Angel slogged out of his room and made his way downstairs. He plopped down on one of the bar stools and groaned as he put his head down.

Husk, who was wiping down drinking glasses at the bar, saw how sick Angel looked and asked him, "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah," Angel nodded as he lifted his head and coughed harshly into his elbow.