Husk Can't Catch A Break (Husk x every dude I can think of in Hazbin)

Chapter 1: Husk

A casual day for Husk usually involves a lot of gambling, alchohol, and sleep, always has been his routine, but then, something changes. What was suppose to be a casual day at the local casino turned into a widespread panic for everyone there, Husk sat at a poker table, about to start his first gamble of the day, till he heard running and screaming, he turned to see the commotion only to see the fucking Radio Demon in all his violent glory. He looks over to see that the door out was fucking blocked off, because of course it was, today just had to be shitty didn't it? He slumps on the table, works through a few Vietnam War flashbacks, and mentally prepares himself for a death. Being in hell, you're incapable of dying, meaning you can do anything you want and not die (Unless you meet an angel during extermination, then you're fucked six ways from Sunday.) so, with that logic, dying doesn't seem that bad right? Wrong, you die, but you don't just respawn back in like a video game, no, remember how you cut yourself and that cut regenerates? It's basically that but you're entire body, and it hurts like hell. Broken bones? No need for a cast, it just snaps back into place. Stabbed? You'll still live, but that shit hurts like a motherfucker. Pulverized? Ya can't see yourself reforming, but I heard dying that way is not fun. So yeah, Husk ain't too excited about dying, but he knows can't avoid it. Husk finds a nearby bottle a waiter left behind in the panic, he picks it up and chugs it, if he ain't gambling, he's drinking. And then comes screaming and tearing, carnage and death, and all that shit, just a major shit show of blood and death, what a wonderful day for Vietnam War flashbacks. He wanders over to see the man himself in some sort of eldritch horror form, a huge monster tearing into people left in right, he stares at it, he was tempted to run but figured,

"Already gonna die, might as well get it over with."

Husk walks to his untimely demise with a sort of swagger, some people see this and admire his boldness before being torn to shreds. Alastor locks eyes with Husk, Husk freezes, and they stare at each other for a bit, then Husk closes his eyes, spreads out his arms and starts to breath. Breath in, the sound of carnage surrounds him but the only sound he can focus on is his breathing at the moment. Breath out, he hears heavy stomps coming towards him, like a giant stomping over to crush him. Breath in, he feels the stomping... changing? Over from a beast-like stomping to your average everyday dress shoe tapping. Breath out, the tapping is getting closer, he probably is gonna kill him in his normal form isn't he, just gonna take satisfaction in an easy kill huh? This is gonna hurt. Breath... wait... suddenly he can't breathe, something is blocking his nostrils, Husk opens his eyes to see Alastor with two fingers blocking his airways, The Radio Demon is before him. Husk staggers back scared for a moment and falls over, he speaks up,

"Wuh, hey what the fuck?!" Husk yells, shaken.

"This is new, someone who already knows their fate, and decides to get it out of the way, impressive. Usually they just commit suicide." The Pinstriped killer comments.

"Uh... thanks?... Aren't you gonna? ... You know." Husk asks extremely confused.

The Deer demon winds up to attack Husk in some way. He flinches and falls over, only for the demon's hand to limp over. "Well, uh... it seems... i'm not." Alastor answers seemingly also confused to why he didn't kill him.

"Weird."

"Indeed."

Husk goes to stand up, but then notices a hand reaching out to him, that hand belonging to the Radio Demon, compelled, he hesitated to grab his hand, but grabs it anyways and accepts the assist, he stands and stares at Alastor in confusion, Alastor breaks the ice,

"Well since I seemingly don't possess any desire to kill you, per chance it's that I take interest in you, who knows it could be destiny that we have met, care to be acquainted?" Alastor holds out a hand for a hand shake.

"... Why not."

Husk reaches over and shakes Alastor's hand, amid a recently finished gorefest surrounding them.