WHO: Husk, (with Shroud and Alastor appearances maybe!) Locked to Husk's CR (if you think you count you probably do)
WHERE: Gemni - but just inside Kami State Park
WHEN: Nebulous mid-late December
WHAT: Husk trying to get a bunch of crazy people to not be crazy
WARNINGS: Alastor

[The phone is logged in on Shroud's username, but it's Husk's face that pops up. He looks... pretty annoyed, but otherwise unharmed. This is gonna go down like a lead balloon, but it has to be done. He doesn't want his people getting themselves into trouble. ]

It's Husk, my phone's fucked so Shroud's letting me use his. I'm fine.

[Questionable statement. Is he going to explain why his phone is broken? No. He rubs a hand over his face, letting out a haggard sigh. ]

Alastor showed up - which is proof the universe thinks it's REAL fuckin' funny, given Thanksgiving and all. Now before any of you dipshits grab your pitchforks and torches, I'm gonna need you to stand the fuck down and listen. He's come here possessed by the Archangel Michael. Shroud checked, it's legit. Unfortunately.

It means he can't hurt anyone unless they hurt him first, which is why I am expressly fucking telling you people not to go after him. Because he can still fuck you up, probably even more so with an Archangel in his bitch head. The contract between me and him is null and void - the Order guessed wrong, he don't own my soul anymore. So you don't have any reason to go starting shit with him.

[ He pinches the bridge of his muzzle, closing his eyes. He's so tired. This was a really bad time to quit drinking. ]

So please just. Fuckin' don't okay? Trust me, I hate it more than any of you, but this is what we're stuck with. And if you don't know who Alastor is, congrats, consider that a fuckin' blessing.

WHO: Husk and you!
WHERE: Network: Gemini. Action in Ghost City
WHEN: December 7th
WHAT: Redemption and sudden powers
WARNINGS: Vague S2 Hazbin Hotel spoilers, nothing plot wise we as the audience weren't aware of after S1.

[It's rare that Husk deigns to actively post an entry to the network- because it means actively talking to people, and he'd rather not do that 80% of the time. But this is important, so here he is. He's working the bar at Ghost City, but it's a quiet night - Fat Nuggets is sat on the table next to him, chowing down on a bowl of bar nuts.]

You ever get your abilities from your past life when you awaken and nothing else for four fucking decades so you think that's it, then suddenly you get a pile of other shit all at once? Shit you didn't even remember you could do. I mean, probably not, most of you are fuckin' infants, but my point still stands. I got a plethora of new shit that really would have been useful in the Order rebellion, so thanks for that, Universe.

[ That's not what he's doing this post for, though, not really. That's definitely a new thing he needs to unpack, but he has a bigger, more important thing to unpack, instead. He pulls out a little matchbox, fiddling with it between his fingers - opening and closing it, it's decidedly empty. ]

Anyway, been getting new memories, too. I haven't had any of those for years, neither. Some of you know 'bout the Hotel I worked at in my past life. It was in Hell - owner had these big fuckin' dreams of reforming sinners down there so they could go up to Heaven instead. It was a whole thing, and I've spent a goddamn lifetime wondering if it worked or not. [He opens the box again and there's a little cardboard cutout of a cute cobra in there - it has black and yellow markings on it. ] One of the last things I remembered from my past life was this... friend of mine, Sir Pentious. He was a... fuckin' loser Victorian dipshit who cried at the drop of a hat, but he was a good guy. He got his stupid ass vaporised, trying to save our lives, and for fuckin' decades, I thought that was it. Bleeding heart moron got himself killed doing a selfless act.

[He snaps the matchbox closed, opens it again, the little snake has vanished. Husk had mourned Pen in this life. It was a sad, miserable little wound, but he'd healed from it. Time is good at that. He snaps the matchbox closed again, opens it. The snake is back, but this time his colours are in pastel instead. ]

Turns out the crazy sunnova bitch did it. He got his stupid, weepy ass redeemed and got into Heaven. I never really got involved in the redemption business a lot. I was just there to run the bar and be an occasional therapist. But... I dunno. Feels different, knowing the impossible goal you were working for turns out to be fully possible. [It felt a lot less weird when he was just doing as Alastor told him and indulging in Charlie's insane fantasy. It stopped being just that for him pretty quickly, and he knows it, but pretend distance is still distance. He heaves out a tired sigh, leaning on the bar a little.]

So... I dunno. Something for you people to think of. Even in the worst place there can be, you can still find a way to make your life less of a trashfire. Or some shit. I dunno, I'm not good at the motivational speeches. Felt important to mention, though.