Hazbin hotel Maniacs !😱 · Y/n story by @Sssakura

The air in the Hazbin Hotel lobby is thick enough to chew on. Husk sits behind the bar, but he's not reading a bottle. His paw is frozen halfway to a glass, ears flat, eyes fixed on the front door like he's waiting for it to splinter.

Charlie

stopping abruptly, voice thin I've called. Seven times. Husky, I know you said not to, but—

Husk

flatly And? What did Valentino say?

Charlie's mouth snaps shut. Her fingers twist in the hem of her jacket.

Vaggie

The only thing he ever says. That Angel's taking a personal day. That he'll be back when he's done.

A beat of silence. Then the radio crackles, the news announcer's voice cutting through with a bored, reciting tone.

Radio Announcer

—and in entertainment news, Valentino's camp released a statement denying claims of a falling out with his top star. The moth overlord was spotted yesterday at a café in the Vee tower district, alone and refusing to comment—

Husk

slamming his bottle down I'm done sitting on my hands.

He's up, knocking his stool back, wings half-spread in agitation. He rounds the bar, claws scraping the wood.

Husk

I'm goin' to the Vee tower. Someone's gotta shake that asshole 'til he talks.

Vaggie steps forward, blocking his path. Her spear doesn't lower.

Vaggie

Walking into Valentino's territory alone? Without a plan? That's how we lose you too.

Husk

growling Then what the fuck do you suggest, Vags? Wait for a ransom note? For the pride ring's best exterminator to find a body?

Charlie

voice cracking, reaching for him Husk—please—

The name hangs in the air. Heavy. Unfinished. Everyone in the room is thinking the same thing, and no one wants to say it out loud. That Angel wouldn't go quiet for this long. Not without a sign. Not without a single stupid picture of himself flipping the camera off.

Husk

turning to you, eyes burning under the brim of his hat What do you think? We storm the tower, or we sit here and let him rot?