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Lots of crazy shit happens at the Hazbin Hotel, but the situation Husk has found himself in, is taking the fucking piss.
Oh, why's that, you ask? Well, Husk is currently trying to fish a hell hog out of his hat which happens to act as fucking hammerspace, before said pig's dad comes down asking where said pig is.
Husk would like to make it clear that he is not liable for any damage that may or may not permanently befall the pig in question. Talk to his lawyer, asshole.
So yes, when Charlie comes by, finding him digging in his own hat calling for fat nuggets to "quit being an asshole" and to "please come out", she too is quite surprised.
"Um, Husk, is everything okay there?" She tentatively asks. Husk doesn't respond, instead shoving his face into the hat to see where the slippery piece of bacon could be.
"Is this like... a drunken thing? Do I need to get help-" Charlie says but Husk finally speaks up.
"NO! No no no, Charlie listen to me, Fat Nuggets was in the bar this morning and when I was getting ready I took my hat off and I wasn't paying attention and the fucking slippery little shit jumped in and I can't get him out! We have very little time before Angel comes down here looking for him all guns blazing, you have to help me!"
He takes a deep breath before diving back in to his hat with renewed fervour, "Listen if you come out now, you can eat all the nuts you want! I'll even slip you extra treats tonight! PLEASE!"
Charlie herself takes a deep breath, taking all that in. She's also fairly certain she's never Husk speak so much or so fast before. But if Charlie is one thing, she's a problem solver, so of course she's going to step up.
But not before she asks some questions.
"Okay, that was... a lot. Like how is that possible? Are you a magician? IS MAGIC REAL?" The rambling gets Husk to look back at her again with a look so stressed it stops Charlie's ramble. "But I can help! Did you try tipping your hat upside down?"
Husk looks at her like she's the crazy one. Rude.
"Oh yeah! Yeah that's right! Why didn't I think of that- OF COURSE I TRIED THAT!" Tipping it again and shaking it for emphasis. "He's gotta be holding onto something in there or something, because he's not getting out!"
Charlie slap Husk to stop his rambling, and wow that's a first isn't it?
"Get it together Husk! We have a pig to find!" She says, trying to form a plan. Husk shakes himself off doing exactly that.
Charlie crosses the bar to stand next to Husk, grabbing any and every type of food she can find. "Okay maybe if you wave a treat over it he'll come out!" Charlie holds a cherry over the hat as she calls out to the pig, "Fat Nuggets, do you want some cherries?"
There's no response.
"Wait! Let me tip in on the side, maybe he just can't get out when it's that way up? Little hooves and all, right?" Husk suggests as tips it on it's side. "Try it again." He says and so Charlie does, dangling it just outside the hat hoping to entice the pig out.
Not even a snort comes out.
They try different treats, they try toys, they even try a spilling some booze (much to Husk's dismay; "why're wasting the good booze?!") but nothing works.
"Oh my god, I've killed him. I've killed the pig. We've been dating for two weeks and I've killed his pig! He's gonna kill me!" Husk rambles to himself. And wow, charlie thought she could go off the rails but Husk was catching up fast.
"No Husk, we can do this! He's not dead and you're both gonna live happy lives even if I have to make a deal with god himself!"
They're about to call Vaggie for reinforcements when the hear the familiar sounds of heels descending the staircase.
"Heya baby, can I get a drin- uh, what's uh, going on here?" Angel says as he sees the two at the bar. The two look up, dissheveled and wide eyed. "ANGEL! Hi!" Charlie says as she moves to cover Husk who frantically puts his hat below the bar to continue his search.
"Heeey toots, everything okay there?" He says, leaning to see past Charlie, who puts up a valiant attempt to block him. "Whaaaat? Of course it is. Totally normal, over here!" Charlie says through a strained smile. Husk slowly peaks his head up behind the bar.
"Hey Angel, how's it going, I was just uh, working on a new drink." Husk says trying his best to put on his normal gruff tone. Judging by the look on the spider's face, it's not worked.
"Right. And that involves you sticking your face into your hat because...?"
Charlie and Husk look at each other. Husk silently begs her to distract him. Charlie doesn't seem to get the message because she does the exact opposite.
"Okay so don't panic!"
"Why would I panic? Charlie what did you two do?!"
"We didn't do anything per se! But well, Fat Nuggets apparently wandered down here this morning and got himself lost..." Charlie says trying to be as gentle as possible.
"What?"
Husk pipes up, looking guilty. "He was in the bar and my hat was off and one minute he was there and the next he wasn't and he'd been chewing my hat so the only place he can be is in the stupid hat."
Angel looks at Husk, then at Charlie, and then does that again a few more times. The two stand silently trying to determine if Angel's just taking the news really well or if Vaggie needs to be called to restrain him.
The thoughts are broken when Angel bursts out laughing. "Oh my god! That's fucking hilarious, I haven't laughed this hard since Val hit Vox in the face and broke his face!" Clutching his sides trying to contain his laughter, he wipes away a stray tear.
"But for real where is the little guy, I told him to annoy you this morning whiskers," Angel gleefully says before calling for his baby.
Husk's begins to panic more at the thought of explaining that no no, Charlie wasn't joking, this is actually what they're doing right now, when he notices his hat start to shake a little.
Low and behold, who pops his porky little face out, snorting happily, not a care in the world. Fat Nuggets, of course.
"Oh my god, you weren't joking." Angel says in shock as Nuggets jumps into his arms.
Charlie and Husk stare, mouths open. The cheek of it! "After all the stress we went through this morning, and you come out for him?!" Husk grumbles shooting a cold look to the pig.
Angel cradles his baby tightly turning him away from Husk's glare. "Oh hush, I heard you this morning telling him he's the cutest little boy and how you much you love his cuddles."
Husk can't argue with that.