What The Fuck are You?

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Alastor's eyes fluttered open at the sound of something inside his large but empty house.

2:54 AM

What could possibly be bothering him at this time?
He got up, wearing his black tights with his red sweater Niffty had sewn for him.

He put on his slippers and stealthily hid away, travelling around the house.
He couldn't find where IT was... Or even WHAT it was, he just knew it was there.

He stepped out of the shadows and he went to look around normally, it was probably a woodland creature, maybe a racoon.
He knew something was behind him and he slashed his knife around, only to have his wrist caught- Who was skilled enough to catch his wrist?

"Tell me, who are you?" Alastor asked calmly then looked up at the person-
No, Not a person, IT had wings, IT had a tail, IT had glowing yellow eyes.
IT had ears, Cat ears, it had a muzzle and slit eyes,
It had a heart nose and big red wings with the card suits on them.
It wasn't human, definantaley not human, or at least definantaley not fully human.

It didn't scare Alastor though, no, not at all, if anything, it intrigued the sick sadist.

It grunted, letting go of his wrist.

They were in the kitchen.
It opened Alastor's fridge, taking his liquor.
The Hunter took in the looks of the slouched thing, he looked at it skull down the bottle.

He walked closer, nearly touching it's crimson feathered wings, but he didn't.
It didn't seem to care- it just drank the liquor faster than a flicker,

Alastor looked at its dim pelt, it's lightly tinted pink coat too.

It stared at him.
"Got any Booze?" It straightened it's posture,
It was definantaley tall...

"I can go get some from the market tomorrow!" Alastor smiled, still examining the tall, cat-like creature as it arched it's back, stretching.

"That'd be great." It turned and faced Al.

Al put his hand out.

"Alastor, a pleasure to meet you my dear!" He gave that signature smile.
"Mhm...Husk" The cat turned away and flicked Al's hand away with his tail.

"May I ask WHAT you are my dear?" Alastor followed him, ignoring the rudeness.

"A Demon." 'Husk' Answered blankly, sitting at a couch, making himself at home.
"Don't know how or why I'm back in the living hell, but eh, If You got or are getting booze, I honestly don't give a crap, I'll only be passin' by anyway." He slumped himself comfortably and Alastor sat at the chair across from Husk.

"...You...don't want to go back?" That was a stupid question- Who would WANT to go to hell...Though Alastor supposed it was better than becoming an angel.

"It's the same thing anyway." Husk shrugged, wrapping his wings around himself.
"You know... You could stay here." Alastor was very intrigued by Husk and he kind of wanted to know more about hell.

"Mhm... Sure." Husk wasn't listening.

"All right, It's settled then!" He clapped, though Husk had already dozed off.

Alastor rolled his eyes at his new guest.
He took a stored away blanket and covered Husk.
"I wonder... What brought you here, and why to MY house?" Al got a good look at him before he took off Husk's hat and placed it on the coffee table.

"...You could've chosen a bed you know?" Alastor sighed and went back to his room, taking out a journal and writing about Husk.

"He's definitely... something..." Alastor whispered after he had finished writing.
He sat at his bed and looked up at his ceiling until daylight.

When the sun went up, he got off his bed and had a shower.
Husk remained asleep.

The Radio Host did his morning routine and made some breakfast, he set the table for 2 and woke sleeping beauty up.

"What the fuck do you-" Husk smelt the air...