Hazbin one shots

Im sorry

Plot.
Angel has a rough day at work and takes it out on husker.

Requested by EjenAlicia123
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Angel walked into the lobby of the hotel with a groan, Val had him working over time due to his last remarks he had made, if someone had asked how his day was he would have merely replied with everyone....twice that's how he would have asnwered the question. Walking over to the bar where he plopped down on the seat with a groan and put his head down on the counter.
"I need a drink....the strongest thing you can pour" he said with a groan as he looked up at husker who hummed to himself as he turned around.
"You look like shit" he comment

(Watched the show then you know how it goes, not gonna copy the entire thing)

"Call me fake one more time Mother fucker!!" Angel said as she straightened himself up on the stool to appear taller. Husk leaned across the counter and smirked as he poked Angel's chest with a little squeak.
"Fake"
"Fucking Asowww" he said as he stood up and banged his head off a beam and fell down to the floor with a thud where he groans as he rubbed his head some.
"You gonna sit down there and keep making a fool of yourself kid?" Husk asked as he leaned over the counter with a bottle in his hand as Angel started to laugh while pulling his hair back on the verge of having a complete breakdown, he grabbed his glass and threw it back at husker now as he stood up from the floor.
"At least I'm not a failure like you are!" He said as he balled his fist up and moved towards the bar again.
"You are a good for nothing worthless mistake of a person who will never amount to anything!" He shouted out as Husker stared at him, but with a different expression now. Huskers mind was elsewhere thinking back to when he was younger, his dad shouting those similar words to him, he couldn't quite remember what the fight was about but those words struck deep and were forever etched into his brain, why he knew Angel would never find his answers at the bottom of a bottle, he had tried and thought he had succeeded.
"You was this big overlord and look at you now, nothing but a cat on a leash!" Angel said as he continue to shout at husker trying his best to hit where it hurts. Husks face had started to falter some as Angel's words were slicing into him, he found himself looking down at little and at the bottle in his hand. Angel, still fueled by his anger, didn't notice the change in Husker. He continued to shout, his words becoming more vicious with each passing moment.
"You're nothing but a joke, a pathetic excuse for a person!" he spat, his voice echoing through the lobby. But Husker didn't respond. He just stood there, frozen in time, as the memories of his past washed over him. The bottle in his hand began to slip, and it crashed to the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces. The sound of the breaking glass was like a slap in the face, snapping Husker back to reality. He looked up at Angel, his eyes filled with a deep sadness and pain. For a moment, the two just stared at each other. Without a word, Husker turned and walked away, leaving Angel standing alone at the bar, he left the bar still fuming as he made his way over to the elevator.
"Stupid fucking bartender. The Fuck he know about me!" He continued to gripe to himself as he hit the button for his floor. He made it to his room and plopped down onto his bed with a groan as he stared up at the ceiling, looking over at fat nuggets on the bed he sighed some as husks words appeared back into his mind.
"Im...not fake...Am I?" He asked the little pig trying to seek out some reinforcements to justify what he had just done. As the night rolled on the hours ticked by and Angel couldn't even fall asleep. He laid on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as Fat Nuggets snored softly beside him. Husker's words still lingered in his mind, echoing with every beat of his heart.
"Fake." The label stung, and Angel couldn't shake off the feeling that Husker had seen right through him.
As the hours ticked by, Angel's anger began to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of unease. He thought about Husker's expression, the way his eyes had seemed to cloud over with memories. Angel realized that he had crossed a line, that his words had hurt Husker in a way he couldn't understand. With a sigh, Angel swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He knew he had to make things right. He walked out of his room and down the hallway to the elevator and pressed the button for huskers floor number.
As he stepped out of the elevator, Angel started down the hallway and soon stopped at huskers door, and for a moment he merely stood there before finally reaching up and gently knocking on it while his lower left arm was crossing his waist and grabbing his lower right arm, a thing he does when he's nervous or unease. He watched as the door soon opened
Husker looked up, his expression guarded as he saw Angel standing there.
"What is it, Angel?"
Angel hesitated, unsure of how to begin, he really didnt think this far ahead.
"I...I wanted to apologize. For what I said earlier. I was out of line, and I'm sorry." He said softly as he looked at him. Husker's expression didn't change, but Angel saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Why are you apologizing now?" Husker asked, his voice neutral.
Angel shrugged. "I don't know. I just realized that I was wrong to talk to you like that. You didn't deserve it." He said as he kinda veered around the main reason of this, he didn't want pity or anyone to think he was weak.
Husker sighed some as he leaned against the door frame now, his eyes never leaving Angel's face. "You know, Angel, I've been thinking. Maybe I am a failure. Maybe I didn't amount to anything." He said with a gloomy look now as his voice dropped down and bit. Angel's eyes widened in alarm at what he had just heard.
"Husker, no! That's not true!"
Husker's smile was bitter. "Isn't it? I mean, look at me. I'm just a bartender, and like you said merely a Cat on a leash. I didn't exactly achieve my dreams." Angel shook his head. "That's not true, Husker. You're an amazing bartender, and you're always there for people when they need you. That's not a failure." He said trying to change this and fix what he had done.
"If anyone is a failure it's me" he mumbled out some.
"You was only trying to help me...you saw through my act and tried to break me from it and I lashed out at you, I never should've done that. But I did and I can't change it, all I can do is apologize and hope you'll accept it"
Husker's expression softened, and he looked at Angel with a hint of surprise. "Thanks, Angel. That means a lot coming from you."
The two stood there for a moment, the tension between them dissipating. Angel smiled a little, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as Husker seems to have accepted his apology.
"I think I could use a friend to talkto right now" he said while breaking the awkward silence that had fallen between them. Husker couldnt help but to chuckle some at this as he stepped aside to allow Angel passage into his room
"Me too, kid. Me too."