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Husk growled and swatted Alastor's hand away from his ears. The then put a finger to The Radio Demon's chest in a accusing gesture.
"You may own my soul, but I ain't your fuckin' pet!"
Alastor let out a small chuckle and twisted his body around, leaning over as his head made a full 360°.
"But you are! Haha!"
He un-twisted himself and calmly started to walk away carefree with his eyes peacefully closed. Husk balled his fist up as his shoulders were shaking in anger, then he spat out.
"Big talk for someone who's also on'a leash..."
The lights suddenly flickered throughout the hallway, as Alastor completely stopped in his tracks. His eyes opened, with his sclera now black and his pupils replaced with blood red glowing radio dials. He then slowly turner his head to face Husk.
"Ha.... Whªţ ďīđ ýøų šªý?"
He asked with the radio effect in his voice stronger then usual. The affect rang in Husk's ears which made a shiver go down his spine. His eyes widened with fear at Alastor's reaction, but before he could respond, the atmosphere morphed around him...
The lights slowly dimmed to black...and the walls and hotel room doors started to melt and morph around the two sinners... Husk frantically looked around with his ears pinned down and his pupils shaking fear and disbelief until suddenly, a spotlight appeared over the cat demons head.
"What the actual fuck-..."
He was now suddenly in a different attire, a nicer outfit to be exact. He was in a suit and the fur on his head that was covered with a top hat was now without the hat and nicely and neatly combed back.
Husk looked down at himself...realizing what he was wearing. It was his outfit when he had his overlord status, The Gambling Overlord in the entertainment side of the Pentagram. The he looked straight ahead...
It was Alastor...
Alastor with his sinister smile as he held playing cards in his hand. In between the two was a poker table, but all the chips were on The Radio Demon's side. Husk's eyes widened and his ears and wings pinned back in realization.
...He lost. He lost the luxury... the power... his soul. The loser slowly pointed a shaky finger at the winner in front of him.
"Wait... No... T-That's not fuckin' fair! I-"
Alastor chuckled.
"It is in fact fair, Husker! You lost, and I won! Fªįř ªñđ şqůªŕë..."
"No-!"
Everything went pitch black again, and Husk was left standing in the dark with the only source of light being the spotlight shinning right above him. Suddenly his neck was bound with a glowing bright green chained collar around his neck. Husk let out a frustrated yell as he tried to free himself, before a radio broadcast of his own screams started to pierce his hearing. He yelled and screamed in absolute agony while his ears were filled with his own painful screams.
"AUGHH! RGH! FUCKIN' STOP! YOU FUCKIN'- ACK! TURN THAT SHIT OFF!...STOP. P-PLEASE.."
Then, Alastor's distorted voice could be heard during it... It was the same words he spoke before Husk's jab at him in the hallway...
"¡ĪF ÝØŪ ĘVĔŘ §ªÝ ŢHÃŤ ÅĞĄÏÑ...Ī WĮŁŁ ŤĒÂŘ ÝØŰŔ §ØŲŁ ĄPÀŘŢ, ĄŅĐ BŘŌªĎÇĀ§Ť ÝÖŮŘ §ÇŔĒÃMŠ F-FØŘ ÊV-ĔVĘŔÝ ØŤHËŘ Đ̧ŘÉŚPÊÇŤFŪŁ W-W-WŘĔĆH WHØ ĐĀ-ĂŘĚS ŤØ Q-Q-QŮ-QŪĔ§ŤİŌŅ MĔ-!"
"AUGH!"
Then Husk woke up.
He shot his head up from the hotel's bar, where he was sleeping for the night since he blacked out there instead of heading up to his room. The feline sinner was shaking with his fur sticking up as well as his tail. His pupils where shaking and his ears and wings were pinned back in fear.
"W-what the fuck was... what the hell...ugh..this s-stupid shit..."
Husk muttered as he shakily went behind the bar table. He crawled under the bar table and tucked himself away into the corner. Fuck... that's was the 4th nightmare he had this month. And every single one was way worse the previous. The terrorized state he was in made him make that stupid fucking cat crying whimper noise which he hated more then anything. His cat cries were loud and if anyone was actually downstairs with him they'd instantly hear it throughout the lobby.
His heart was beating out of his chest as he choked on his shaken breaths. His head was spinning as he slowly got out of the corner and rummaged through the shelves, desperately trying to find something to drink as his cat cries and whimpers got louder and more panicked by the moment. He didn't even care what he was consuming or how much of it was being consumed. Husk just needed this heavy panic to subside...
Bottle...
After bottle...
After bottle...
After bottle...
By the end of it, Husk drank so much that a green tint was on his face. It got to the point where he couldn't drink anymore, and the last sip he took a spewing out of his mouth. He couldn’t really comprehend anything anymore. And honestly, he just made himself feel more like shit. He was sitting on the floor with multiple bottles around him as he rocked back n forth.
He can only imagine how everybody else in the hotel saw him like this. Seeing their usual grumpy, drunk, and snarky bartender sitting on the floor tucked away in the corner, shaking and heavily scared. Drunk and traumatized. That'd be absolutely humiliating to him if anything...
Shit, that nightmare really gave him a scare... Alastor gives him a scare.
Not even a minute later, Husk gagged at the feeling of all the alcohol he abused in his throat. He felt absolutely sick to his core. He wobbly stood up and immediately leaned over the trashcan. Now he had his head deep in the trashcan, throwing up all the shit he just consumed like there was no tomorrow, choking on a few sobs as he did so. The drunken sinner has never felt so shitty, terrible, and pathetic. He hasn't felt this bad since he first lost his soul to the radio fucker...
He really was a loser, wasn't he...?