- "I need a fuckin' drink."
- — Husk's catchphrase.
- "If my years of experience have taught me anything, it's always bet on black, never eat the buffet lobster, and the house always wins. I don't really get what the fuck you're trying to do with this joint, or why the hell you'd want to do it, but this is your house, kid... So, if anyone can win, it's probably you."
- — Husk to Charlie.
Husker, more commonly known as Husk, is a supporting protagonist in Hazbin Hotel: Journey to the Light.
A failed magician, former world traveler, and gambling man who grew up in a Las Vegas casino, Husk is the front desk face of the Hazbin Hotel, the host of the Angst Bar, and one of the hotel's main entertainers. He is also one of the many enslaved servants of the Radio Demon, Alastor, the owner of the Jackpot Hotel, and the adoptive father figure of Crymini.
After being reborn in Hell, Husk, having not learned from his self-destructive mistakes in life, became one of the many victims of Alastor's deals, sinking himself into the Radio Demon's game until he was forced to serve him indefinitely, effectively becoming his slave.
After Alastor was enlisted by the Princess of Hell, Charlie Magne, to help her run the Hazbin Hotel, the Radio Demon appointed Husk as the front desk clerk, entertainer, and bartender at the hotel as one of his many changes to the establishment, much to Husk's chagrin.
Personality
- "There's something... Special about this hotel. Maybe it's the lights, the- the way they bounce off of the surroundings, or the one-of-a-kind architecture, that reminds me of... Home. There's just something about this place that makes me feel like... Like... Drinking until my liver fails. Y'know?"
- — Husk.
In the earlier years of his life, Husk was a sharp-minded and dreamy optimist who came of age in the world of casinos, and that environment shaped his entire existence and way of life. In Las Vegas, Husk's profound passion for stage magic blossomed. As a child, he would eagerly rush to the casino's entertainment venues to witness mesmerizing shows. Additionally, he showcased his professional saxophone skills at various lounge bars in the bustling city of Las Vegas. For Husk, life meant always placing your bets on black and understanding that, no matter what, the house would always wins. Since childhood, he held a deep fascination for magic shows, and this fascination eventually led him to pursue a career as a magician. Husk was a man of culture, traveling the world, learning foreign languages, displaying exceptional proficiency in playing both the piano and the saxophone at a concert level. Unfortunately, as time went by, Husk succumbed to the relentless cycle of a gambler's life, alienating those who sought to assist him and finding solace in alcohol as his world crumbled around him.
As his name implies, Husk is now a self-hating "husk" of his former self. He claims to have "lost the ability to love" long ago and has become passionless outside of his love for gambling, magic, and drinking. He is secretly insecure in ways that are implied to relate to this, and desperately needs validation. Despite his negative traits, Husk often acts as a shoulder to cry on for the other members of the hotel, being the voice of reason when patients consult them with their problems
Prior to becoming sober, he could almost always be found drinking. He was the "sad" kind of drunk who lamented his life choices and circumstances while under the influence. He was very lazy, rarely doing anything productive with his afterlife outside of gambling, drinking, or watching TV.
Despite this negative traits, Husk is a very good listener, much more so than a conversationalist. He also displays quite a level of underlying compassion and parental instinct, mostly in his interactions with Crymini, whom he comes to view as a daughter.
With the mouth of a sailor and the attitude of a gambler, Husk has a very surly, sarcastic, cynical, and vulgar attitude towards most things, and is foul-mouthed even by the standards of Hell. He is extremely sarcastic and has a snarky sense of humor, one of his traits that always him to play off the other snarky members of the hotel, such as Angel Dust and Crymini. Despite this, he can be surprisingly patient, resourceful, and competent in serious situations with a defeatist type of attitude during a battle, often believing the odds of winning are next to none while still fighting with everything he has, since he believes he has little to lose regardless.
Due to his past experiences such as aiding Alastor in many of his schemes to topple Overlords and witnessing the Radio Demon's carnage and games firsthand, he is rather jaded and is able to take outlandish events in stride, remaining unfazed by most things. While he does have an explosive temper, it takes a lot to push him to the point of anger and he can endure a lot, not appearing annoyed during the frequent arguments and chaos that occurs within the Hazbin Hotel, simply electing to walk away and drink his problems away later. He never wants to involve himself in whatever shenanigans the hotel crew is getting into, and whenever he happens upon a troubling sight, he will simply walk away without saying anything.
Husk often feels stretched to the limit by the demands and expectations of others, at one point comparing himself to a rope in a game of tug of war while venting to Crymini. Despite actually wanting to help those who come to him, he often feels overwhelmed and expresses occasional frustration at the hotel crew's constant chatter about problems that he can't fix. He resents the intrusion into his personal space and autonomy, often longing for solitude.
Husk, having been reincarnated into the form of an anthropomorphic cat, possesses instinctual behaviors akin to a feline. When content, he expresses his pleasure through purring, delights in the taste of milk, and instinctively recoils from cucumbers and water. These tendencies are beyond his control, as if bound to them by a perceived curse associated with his past sins.
Due to his deeply ingrained cynical perspective on existence, Husk stands as one of the most wary and skeptical members within the hotel's crew. A pervasive mistrust colors his interactions, particularly with strangers such as Death, Byron and Mera, and Seviathan. His skepticism operates as a shield, a defense mechanism born from his experiences, and it casts a shadow over his interactions with unfamiliar faces. It's worth noting that his reservations are not without reason, as circumstances often validate his doubts, affirming his cautious approach to the unknown.
In the realm of fellow sinners and demons, Husk stands out as a person unburdened by fear. This brazen attitude shows in his direct confrontations with Alastor, where he boldly utters provocations to the Radio Demon's face. His consistent disregard for decorum and disdain for Alastor, despite the latter's potential for boundless cruelty, highlights Husk's audacity. Notably, he seized an opportunity to retaliate against Vox, shattering Vox's screen by hurling a beer bottle at it as revenge for the TV Demon's act of torturing him and having his wings clipped. Husk did this even as Vox was in his most powerful demonic state.
As previously highlighted, Husk harbors a profound sense of self-loathing, making himself out to be a cautionary tale for the younger souls within the hotel, urging them to avoid the path of sin and misery he chose. He shoulders the weight of responsibility for every misfortune that has befallen him, attributing them entirely to his own failings. He chastises himself for succumbing to his unchecked greed, allowing his obsession with gambling to pave the way for his life's ruin. Inadvertently, he drove away any well-meaning individuals who extended a helping hand. Doubting his capacity for reform, he doesn't view himself as incapable of change, but rather deems himself unworthy of redemption. The notion of deserving love feels alien to him, residing beyond his grasp.
In spite of his wisdom, Husk gives the impression of someone who fails to glean lessons from his past errors. Even after his reincarnation in Hell, he persisted in reckless gambling, oblivious to the damage it wreaked upon his life. Just as in his mortal days, he became ensnared in perilous gambits which cost him greatly, such as his deal with Alastor, ultimately succumbing to enslavement and becoming indefinitely bound to the Radio Demon.
He finds himself taken aback whenever someone exhibits a willingness to remain in his company for more than a fleeting moment. Similarly, the unexpected occurrence of patients from the hotel seeking his counsel and solace catches him off guard. The realization that others seek him out for guidance and comfort elicits genuine surprise within him, as he struggles to reconcile this perspective with his own internal perception of unworthiness.
Despite not a being a supplier of nice words and a bit rough around the edges, Husk truly has a heart of gold deep down and is a big softy beneath his grouchy exterior. Despite insulting him, he does somewhat appreciate Alastor's small signs of care for him, as shown when he was affected by the Radio Demon giving a bottle of booze that magically refilled itself after Husk was mutilated by Vox (though it's just as likely he was surprised that Alastor is capable of kindness, even if rarely). Furthermore, Husk demonstrates a protective instinct towards the hotel's patrons, particularly the Angel Dust and the younger patients. He took care of Angel when he would return to the hotel drunk or high, and despite his efforts to brush it off, he found it impossible to turn a blind eye when Angel Dust went on a suicidal rampage against various traffickers and gangs while grief-stricken from Fat Nuggets' death. Abandoning his post, Husk left the hotel to locate Angel and help him.
Additionally, Husk has a soft spot for children, as he is very friendly towards Manco and the seven angel children, and finds rare moments of happiness and comfort while entertaining them with his card tricks, becoming a sort of grandfatherly figure towards them. Despite his fondness for children, Husk's alcoholism and rough demeanor often frighten the little ones. In an incident during a children's field trip to the Hazbin Hotel, which turned horrendously disastrous, Husk, under the influence of alcohol, crudely insisted that the children watch him perform magic. This led to screams of terror from the children, and some even resorted to jumping out of a window in fear of Husk.
Husk has demonstrated a surprising lighthearted aspect of his personality. He and Vaggie often engage in playful antics, such as teasing their fellow hotel crew members, and engaging in exclusive conversations and laughter in Spanish. This leaves the rest of the crew, particularly Angel Dust, feeling confused and frustratingly curious about the content of their secret conversations.
He has something of a father-daughter relationship with Crymini, sympathizing with her not having much of a family while alive, protecting her in combat, and refusing to serve her drinks because she is too young, though he did make a rare exception to cheer her up when she opened up about her abusive father. Husk has admitted that he detests abusers, and has comforted several abuse victims in the series such as Angel Dust and Crymini. Over the course of the series, he has actively attempted to curb his gambling and alcohol addiction with varying success simply for Crymini's sake.
The greater the time Husk spends among the hotel crew, the more he reclaims his former, charismatic, and self-assured demeanor.
Appearance
Husk takes the form of an avian cat demon with various anthropomorphic traits. His appearance resonates with that of a magician, fused seamlessly with a casino-inspired playing-card motif. His eyes' sclera are an inky black, while his irises are a striking yellow with slit pupils. Distinguishing his visage, long crimson eyebrows are adorned with black vertical stripes near their tips, accompanied by a diminutive black heart positioned above each arch. His fur, predominantly taupe, is adorned with overlays of white on his countenance, torso, feet, and upper arms. Notably, his ears' interiors are a pristine white, culminating in a crimson apex with a centered red heart. Extending from each ear, a tuft of obsidian fluff emerges, cleverly crafting the illusion of petite hearts. Enveloping his ankles, a deeper shade of taupe mimics the appearance of spats. His tail, extending gracefully, boasts the same taupe hue, culminating in a lavish burst of plume-like fur or feathers, painted in shades of dark pink adorned with alternating black and white bands. Completing his distinctive features, yellow-orange hearts embellish the undersides of his hand-paws.
Prominent and resplendent, his wings exhibit an expansive expanse, their hue a vibrant red, juxtaposed with a dusky taupe underside. The ventral side of his wings is bedecked with black stripes, each punctuated by roulette wheel-esque dots in hues of red and white. The wings' exterior showcases additional black stripes that gracefully encircle the joints, encasing a series of white roulette wheel dots.
Adornments abound as Husk dons a noir top hat, adorned with a scarlet hatband and a gilded button-like ornament. Complementing this ensemble, a crimson bowtie graces his neck, while black suspenders elegantly cross over his shoulders. As a finishing touch, he is clad in ebony overalls.
Powers and Abilities
- "Who needs fire and bang-bang when ya got Lady Luck on your side?"
- — Husk while fighting the Vees' underlings.
While not especially powerful, Husk is a sinner with above-average power and supernatural amounts of luck thanks to the abilities Alastor granted him after their deal.
Natural Powers
- Immortality: As a sinner who has already experienced death, Husk is incapable of dying via conventional means, such as aging or illness, and is eternally stuck at the age he died in.
- Regeneration: As a sinner, Husk can regenerate from horrifying injuries. His regeneration was best displayed when Vox mutilated him by tearing his wings from his body, only for his wings to grow back a mere day after the injury was sustained. Later, while fighting the Vees' goons, Husk regenerated from a shotgun blast to the abdomen at point-blank range. While the attack was enough to severely hurt him and leave him suffering from the effects of shock, the wound still regenerated in under several minutes.
Unique Powers
- Demonic Powers: Husk has access to some unique supernatural powers bestowed upon him by Alastor.
- Bitch-Slap: In terms of physical attacks, Husk has like this weird bitch-slap he can use to daze his opponents.
- Creation: Husk can produce poker cards and chips from his hands, though this may be attributed to sleight of hand.
- Electrokinesis: Husk can release streams of yellow electricity from his paws. However, he is not very skilled at using his ability at all, and is rarely able to concentrate enough to project a stream powerful enough to destroy structures and send his enemies flying several feet back.
- Flight: Husk is capable of flying and hovering through the air using a large pair of wings on his back. However, it's been noted that he seldom engages in flying, primarily due to a combination of laziness and a general aversion to his demon form.
- Probability Manipulation: Husk's primary supernatural ability is affecting probability in his favor to save himself and/or his allies from certain death, make accurate decisions even if he does not truly know the answer, and give himself the advantage in any situation. His luck, along with his survival skills and durability, makes him fairly difficult to take down and erase. For example, he was able to jam the firearm of one of Valentino's underlings simply using his will; he can cause minor conveniences for himself to make sticky situations play out in his favor; accurately guessed nearly all of Velvette's traps while in the Circus of Hell with Vaggie and Angel Dust; and accurately guessed the password to Velvette's office. Thanks to this supernatural luck, any bullets or projectiles fired at him are forced to miss unless the assailants have a definitive shot at him. This said, Husk's luck does have a limit; his luck works like a finite meter where each lucky break uses up his luck each time until it finally runs out. For instance, when Husk was battling the Vees' goons, their bullets were unable to hit him, their explosives would not activate, and when they tried engaging him in combat, they only ended up hurting themselves, but in turn, his luck progressively decreased until eventually one thug was able to severely injure him with a shotgun blast to the abdomen. Once Husk runs out of luck, it needs to be replenished, which he can do by being out of action or simply taking cover.
- Supernatural Senses: Husk has an unnaturally developed vision that grants him the ability to his opponents' card deck during games.
- Telekinesis: Husk possesses the power of telekinesis and can, at the very least, make poker cards float and move in intricate motions.
Abilities
- Brewing Mastery: As a bartender, Husk is fantastic at brewing alcoholic beverages of many kinds.
- Gambling Mastery: Husk is a gambling master, accurately predicting the best outcome for himself and his winnings and easily controlling the game. He is proficient in sleight of hand, effortlessly shuffling, twisting, and manipulating his deck of cards, as well as producing cards out of thin air.
- Intelligence: Husk is quite intelligent and knows much of the ins-and-outs of Pentagram City. For example, he used his mafia connections and multi-language skills to help Fergus track down Angel Dust during the latters' suicidal rampage against Valentino's crews.
- Master Tactician: Husk has revealed himself to be highly calculative before and during fights or other critical situations, elaborating the possibilities of victory and producing alternative solutions to obstacles, and showed an impressive level of skill and experience in gambling, mainly due to his calculative and strategic mind.
- Multilingualism: Due to having traveled the world during his life, Husk is a cunning linguist fluent in English, Italian, Russian, German, Mandarin Chinese, Spanish, and Vietnamese.
- Musical Talents: Husk can play the saxophone, guitar, and piano to a professional level, and is also a talented singer.
- Purring: Husk has the ability to purr like a cat, especially when he is doing something greatly satisfying to him such as being praised or when Angel Dust scratched him behind the ear.
Relationships
Allies
Alastor
Alastor is Husk's master and soul owner. While Niffty is with Alastor to laugh with him, Husk is solely there to be laughed at by Alastor.
Shortly after Husk arrived in Hell, he was approached by Alastor, who proposed to give Husk even greater prowess in gambling by granting him with the powers he has in the present. Husk agreed to the deal and subsequently became a top-tier gambler in Hell, even adopting a gambling business that he ran. However, like all victims of Alastor's deals, Husk's greed had sunk himself too deep into Alastor's schemes and he was from that forward forced to serve the Radio Demon and pay off his debt.
Husk would spend several decades helping Alastor in his schemes, primarily acting as a mole for the Radio Demon; showing no care for Husk's well-being, Alastor would have Husk act as a mole within the other Overlords' ranks. These suicide missions were so that Husk would befriend the Overlords' underlings and rat out information to Alastor about the other Overlords; their weaknesses, strengths, the legions they governed, the works. Alastor would then weaponize all the info Husk gave him, overthrowing and imprisoning the targeted Overlords before Slaughtering all of their underlings, including the ones Husk had befriended. Though Alastor reacted sadistically to Husk's anguish, he would stand beside Husk with a twisted smile as the latter kneeled in the blood of his massacred friends, fostering a twisted sense of care for Husk.
While he is surly towards most people, Husk displays open disdain for Alastor and is weirdly not afraid of invoking the Radio Demon's wrath, often insulting and behaving very rude to him. Husk also hates being dragged into Alastor's schemes and does not like aiding the Radio Demon in his endeavors, as shown by his rage when he forcibly summoned Husk to the Hazbin Hotel while he was in the middle of a gambling match. In flashbacks depicting the two together, Husk was shown standing beside Alastor as he was tormenting souls, implying that he has aided the Radio Demon in many of his misdeeds. Alastor is known to enable Husk's vices for alcohol and gambling, and is happy to indulge him in it as a means of leverage and bribery. Alastor does appear to outright enjoy inconveniencing and angering Husk, even interrupting his gambling matches to force him into participating in his schemes.
Despite Husk's apparent animosity towards Alastor and him essentially being the Radio Demon's slave, there are hints of positivity in their relationship, primarily on Alastor's side. Despite enabling and frequently inconveniencing him, Husk is one of the very few sinners that Alastor genuinely cares about (or at least values), and he treats the sinner as a genuine friend rather than a slave, often leaving Husk alone to do his own business until he requires his assistance, and gives him a lot of freedom in general. Alastor's endearment of Husk was perhaps best shown when he reacted with extreme anger and was intensely agitated when Vox kidnapped, tortured, and mutilated Husk in order to draw the Radio Demon out to a personal confrontation. While Husk was recovering from having his wings torn off by Vox, Alastor paid his injured friend a visit and gifted him with a bottle of booze that magically refilled itself, much to Husk's pleasant surprise. Husk himself has admitted that he isn't sure if Alastor truly cares for him, or if he simply enjoys having someone around to laugh at.
Charlie Magne
- "You're a good kid with a good heart. Just don't trust the wrong person and get it broken."
- — Husk to Charlie.
Charlie stands as both Husk's supervisor and colleague within the hotel's realm. Summoned to fulfill the roles of bartender and clerk, Charlie greeted Husk with her usual bubbly enthusiasm, though he reacted with a cold indifference that contrasted starkly with her exuberant disposition. Over time, an evolution transpired, gradually nurturing a profound friendship between Charlie and Husk. Although he routinely rejects her overtures aimed at his own reform, viewing himself as irrevocably tainted, he finds solace in her unique ability to discern the latent goodness in individuals. He imparts to her a cautionary sentiment, urging her not to allow her benevolent nature to expose her to undue harm in the future.
Charlie often tries to understand Husk's past and help him on the path to redemption. Husk, at one point, confided in Charlie that he ended up in Hell due to his reckless lifestyle and dependence on alcohol, as well as discussing his self-destructive behavior and reluctance to open up to the idea of change. Charlie, on the other hand, is determined to help Husk and believes in the possibility of redemption. Husk is skeptical about the process, but overall recognizes Charlie's good intentions.
Unbeknownst to many, Husk's heartsoftened inclination toward Charlie simmers beneath his taciturn exterior. Witnessing her in moments of distress becomes an emotional struggle for him, inciting a compulsion to offer solace during her bouts of melancholy. Despite his reluctance to admit such emotions, Husk's genuine concern for Charlie's well-being shines through his actions.
Shortly after Vaggie's double death, Charlie came across Husk crying alone, pained by the loss of someone who was essentially his second best friend. Fighting tears herself, she comforted him with a hug.
Vaggie
Husk and Vaggie worked together at the hotel, becoming fairly close friends over time. Initially, Vaggie strongly opposed the notion of having a bar within the hotel's premises. However, due to Angel's insistence, she reluctantly gave her consent, although her objection was solely directed at the bar's presence and not at Husk personally.
Vaggie had initially held strong reservations about Husk, primarily due to his association with the Radio Demon, Alastor. However, as they got to know each other better, their relationship grew into a close friendship. They bonded over their shared past experiences, even delving into discussions about geographical matters, given Husk's previous travels to Vaggie's home country of El Salvador.
Both serving as the voice of reason within the hotel crew, Husk and Vaggie often found themselves in agreement and reacted with shared embarrassment to the regular chaos that unfolded in the hotel. They had a habit of exchanging knowing looks as they responded to the mayhem and antics of the other occupants of the hotel.
Thanks to their shared bilingualism, Husk and Vaggie enjoyed playfully teasing their fellow hotel crew members, such as engaging in conversations and shared laughter exclusively in Spanish, leaving the other members of the hotel crew frustrated and eager to discover the content of their humorous discussions.
When Vaggie was erased by Satan at the hands of Angel Dust, Husk seemed stoic at first, but broke down crying for Vaggie when he was alone, to which he was hugged and comforted by Charlie. Although the other hotel members were mourning as well, Husk's grief was different as Vaggie was essentially his second best friend and one of the few people he felt comfortable opening up to.
Niffty
Niffty is Husk's coworker and friend. Husk is surprisingly fond of Niffty, and though he does find her slightly annoying, he is very patient with her and tolerates her behavior, and even protects her from threats, swooping in the heat of battle to get her out of danger, even though she does not usually need his help.
Unlike many others at the hotel, Husk is unfazed by Niffty's unsettling tendencies, accepting her quirks with a nonchalant demeanor. He actively works to prevent situations from escalating, either through defusing tensions or simply gets out of dodge before it is too late. When he observes Niffty dancing precariously on freshly cleaned stairs to test their slipperiness, he tells her to stop out of genuine concern for her well-being, albeit expressed in his typically dry and sarcastic manner.
Whenever other sinners are harassing Niffty or giving her a hard time, Husk often tries to get them to go away before Niffty kills everyone.
Husk dislikes it when people assume that Niffty is a child simply because of her stature, as shown when he angrily lashed out at Fergus for assuming as much. This shows that he is protective of Niffty to an extent, even if she drives him up a wall (literally), at times.
Angel Dust
- "Angel Dust: Y'know, Husky... You ain't as grizzled and hard as ya think.
Husk: (he gives a half-laugh-half-scoff) ...Right back at'cha, Tony." - — Angel and Husk becoming friends while at the bar.
Angel is Husk's best friend and initial annoyance. While Husk was initially greatly annoyed by Angel due to his sexual harassment and affinity for pranking him, Husk became one of the few individuals in the hotel who could truly relate to Angel Dust. Both he and Angel share a common experience of enslavement – while Angel was under Valentino's control due to his self-destructive sex life and hidden desire for true love, Husk found himself enslaved to Alastor due to his gambling addiction. This shared background creates a bond between them, allowing them to empathize with each other's struggles and form a connection rooted in shared trauma.
Upon being summoned by Alastor to serve as the bartender and desk clerk at the Happy Hotel, Angel Dust swiftly developed an attraction towards Husk. He indulged in flirtatious banter and playful advances, much to Husk's evident irritation. Persistent in his actions, Angel would blow kisses and wink at Husk, who, in turn, found this behavior rather irksome and would respond with dismissive expletives.
Yet, the dynamic between Husk and Angel changed course when Husk stepped in to prevent Angel from getting entangled in a dangerous situation after Husk rejected his advances, with Angel seeking comfort from traffickers who wanted to use him. Husk saved Angel from intentionally getting himself erased, ending with Angel furiously wiping out the traffickers in a fit of rage. As they made their way back to the hotel, a genuine conversation about abuse and manipulation ensued, paving the way for a sincere and deepening friendship between them. In a playful manner, Angel teased Husk about genuinely caring for him, causing Husk to blush and become defensive. He maintained that his actions were driven solely by the desire to protect the hotel, downplaying any personal attachment to Angel, even though Angel could slyly discern the genuine concern and care Husk had for him.
Following this turning point, Angel and Husk solidified their status as an iconic duo, their friendship characterized by humorous banter and mutual emotional support. They became a fixture at the Angst Bar, often seen confiding in and conversing with one another. Husk tends to take on the role of a mindful protector while Angel is the chaotic instigator, with Husk going out of his way multiple times to ensure Angel's safety and keep him from blowing up, while Angel reciprocated by occasionally shielding Husk from harm. Angel assists Husk in sending emails to the hotel's guests, including his cocktail recipes. However, Angel takes advantage of this opportunity to incorporate sexual innuendos in the emails, much to Husk's frustration. Husk was also generous enough to babysit Fat Nuggets for Angel whenever he was out of the hotel, putting up with the pig since Angel clearly cared about it. Their camaraderie became a central and endearing aspect of life at the Happy Hotel, showcasing the power of an unexpected, genuine friendship between damned sinners.
Husk and Angel have bonded over their troubled pasts, sharing feelings of neglect and being undervalued by their respective families, with Husk mostly left to fend for himself while Angel was forced into a life he never wanted by his father. They found solace and understanding in each other's experiences. Husk expressed his sense of independence gained from a challenging upbringing in the big city, while Angel shared how he felt ignored by his father and comparatively got very little from the mafia lifestyle. Angel emphasized the supportive environment at the Happy Hotel and assured Husk of his worth, appreciating him for who he is and for him being there for the hotel's crew members no matter how crazy they drive him. Despite Husk's initial doubts about his significance, Angel's encouragement helped him realize his value and importance within their newfound circle of caring friends.
Crymini
- "Husk: S'too late for me, kid. I'm an old, washed-up piece of shit... But you... You're something special. You were dealt a bad hand in life, but that doesn't mean you should lay down and fold.
Crymini: Why the fuck are you telling me this, old man?! You're not my fucking dad!
Husk: Well, we can fucking both thank God for that. I just... I just want you to be happy. Stop doing this fucking self-destructive bullshit, go all-in, and fight the good fight. And for fuck's sake, stop hanging around me and Baxter all the fucking time, 'n hang around Charlie and Vaggie more often. Or... read a book, I don't fuckin' know. (he puts his hand on her chin, gently making her face him as she becomes teary-eyed) You're younger, luckier, and stronger than me... Don't fold and lose the game of life like I did, kid." - — Husk motivating Crymini to be better, showing his hidden heart of gold.

Husk and Crymini in the Angst Bar.
Husk and Crymini have a father-daughter relationship with each other, perhaps one of the strongest bonds among the crew. Crymini also works as Husk's assistant at the Angst Bar. Crymini is his reason to hang on in the world of Hell, since she brings out and reminds him of all the good parts of his being.
Husk and Crymini's relationship is built on their feelings of mutual dissatisfaction with the world. Both express a desire for isolation and avoidance of others due to their disillusionment with human nature, and are able to bond over this and find comfort in each other's company. They lament the ugliness and negativity they perceive in people, including themselves, and express a preference for solitude. Despite their individual struggles, they seem to find solace in each other's company as fellow misanthropes, but with the parallel Husk having brought his misery upon himself while Crymini seems to be a victim of society. At one point, Husk even warned Villa to stay away from Crymini and cease her attempts to change and "better" her, showing that he loves Crymini even if she is a destructive delinquent that likes occasionally pushing his buttons.
Initially, Husk was skeptical when Crymini expressed her desire to become his assistant, questioning her motivations and suitability for the job. However, Crymini's persistence and shared disdain for their current situation led Husk to give her a chance. Overall, Husk and Crymini's relationship is a mix of tough love, genuine care, and underlying emotional connection hidden by constant snark. Despite their differences and occasional clashes, there's clearly a sense of mutual respect and a desire for each other's happiness and growth.
Despite not interacting much at first and many of their sparce interactions being standoffish at bust, Husk proved to be protective over her once Crymini became a member of the Hazbin Hotel, warning her to not go out into the streets of Pentagram City at night when she planned on partying with the Resistance, since other sinners could take advantage of her. Crymini frequently attempts to order drinks from Husk's bar, but he staunchly declines, citing her underage status as the reason. She also enjoys challenging Husk to card games, betting that she will win alcohol from him if she wins, which Husk always accepts since he never loses.
Despite finding some of Husk's actions initially irksome, interpreting them as overly protective, Crymini's perspective changed dramatically when she confided in him about her abusive father. Husk, albeit reluctantly, provided her with a flask of alcohol to offer solace and lift her spirits. While her opinion of Husk was lukewarm at first, she's gradually growing to appreciate him as a surrogate father figure, a role she sorely lacked in her previous life.
Following this incident, Crymini decided that she wanted to work alongside Husk at the front desk bar, noting their shared hatred for their circumstances and the fact that Husk is quiet, unlike many of the hotel's inhabitants. While Husk initially set ground rules for Crymini, the punk teenager asserted her independence and demanded respect from Husk in return, refusing to be patronized, "fathered", or underestimated. She made it clear that she would not tolerate being treated like a child, and Husk acknowledged her capabilities, albeit in his own sarcastic manner. There was a sense of camaraderie during this stand-off, such as Crymini's willingness to stand up to Husk demonstrating her confidence and assertiveness, traits that he respected. Similarly, Husk's accepted Crymini's challenge to a poker match every Saturday in which she would get free booze if she won, showing some acknowledgment of her as an equal, even if he doubts her ability to actually beat him.
Later that night, Husk and Crymini ended up getting hammered in the Angst Bar, with Crymini deliberately getting Husk drunk so that she could drink alchohol when he was drunkenly telling stories. When a drunken Crymini confessed this with glee, Husk, feeling extremely betrayed, angrily cursed her and began singing about his own struggles with addiction and the difficulty of accepting help from others. He angrily expressed his feeling of stretched to his limits by the hotel crew's attempts to connect with him, yet simultaneously acknowledged his own mental strain. Crymini, joining in, shared a desire to escape from civil society, resonating with Husk's sentiments about the burdens of human interaction. In song, the both mocked societal norms and expectations, all while calling each other vulgar names and flipping each other off. However, amidst this chaotic number and cynicism, there was a moment of connection when they find comfort in each other's company; they both briefly find themselves in a void-like, raining setting (perhaps a visualization of their shared isolation from the rest of the world), and despite their earlier declarations of wanting to be alone, they come together under an umbrella, suggesting a willingness to support each other in their shared disillusionment.
Husk and Crymini occasionally get into mischief and antics with each other, mostly bonding over their shared hatred for the world. At one point, when a Voxtek salesman approached them with futuristic headsets, Husk initially pretended to be interested but then deliberately destroyed two of the headsets, expressing his contempt for the company. Crymini, witnessing this, also decides to destroy a headset when offered to try it out, mirror Husk. Husk smiled pridefully at her, stating "Attagirl".
Husk's unwavering commitment to her safety became evident during the Hazbin Hotel crew's intense battle against Leviathan. As the King of Envy summoned a devastating lightning storm, Husk flew to Crymini, instinctively positioning himself as a protective shield, ready to take a lightning bolt if it threatened her.
Despite part of deal being that Husk refrain from "fathering" Crymini, he frequently reveals a deeper layer of care and concern for her, in spite of all their earlier banter and rough interactions - although he acknowledges that he's not her father. He often brings up his own flaws and regrets to contrast them with his belief in Crymini's potential, offering himself as a cautionary tale to make Crymini avoid making similar mistakes.
In a display of loyalty, Crymini frequently takes on the role of the hotel receptionist when Husk is occupied. A hallmark of their relationship is their witty, snarky banter, with both engaging in playful verbal sparring to outwit each other. One memorable moment occurred when one of these spats led to a heartwarming exchange: Husk couldn't help but chuckle at Crymini's insult, prompting genuine laughter from both of them.
During Husk's attempts to get sober, Crymini confronted Husk upon finding him drunk, showing genuine concern despite her tough exterior. However, Husk, in his drunken state, was defensive and dismissive. His attempt to deny being drunk was met with frustration from Crymini, who threw a ball of yarn at his face to test his reflexes, only to find him unable to catch it due to intoxication. Angered with Husk, Crymini revealed her disappointment and anger at Husk's inability to keep his promise to stop drinking, accusing him of lying to her. When he was unable to provide a satisfactory response when she dared him to, eventually resulting in him retreating to bed in a drunken stupor.
Despite her frustration at Husk, Crymini still helped Husk to bed, showing she still cared for him even in her anger. She interrupts him in a moment of vulnerability, but rather than leaving him to wallow in self-pity, she confronted him and urges him to pull himself together. Husk's admittance of feeling hopeless and unworthy elicits frustration from Crymini, who refused to indulge his self-pity. Despite her annoyance, she stayed by his side, offering support and encouragement. Despite her tough exterior, Crymini still cared about Husk's well-being and was willing to help him, even making a deal to keep his struggles from Charlie as long as he committed once and for all to improving himself. In return, Husk was proud of Crymini for her advice, and agreed to try to change for her sake.
After the War in Hell, Husk and Crymini ended up at the hotel bar together. Husk jokingly expressed astonishment that Crymini would advocate for his sobriety, given her aversion to rules. In response, Crymini confessed her care for everyone in the hotel, including him, albeit somewhat retracting by mentioning that Husk is insufferable when intoxicated. Husk chuckled and they raised their glasses in a toast to escaping Hell together.
Fat Nuggets
Husk was Fat Nuggets' "babysitter", reluctantly watching over the pig whenever Angel Dust would head out of the hotel. While Husk can be very annoyed at Fat Nuggets for the pig constantly making messes and generally getting in trouble, he grew fond of the pig, admitting he was "kinda cute", though he does not like to admit it.
Charlie's Angels
Husk is a grandfatherly figure to Manco and the seven angel children and is friendly and protective of them. As Charlie noted, Husk always seems more lively speaking to the children, telling them exaggerated stories of his past life and performing "dumb grandpa magic" to entertain them. It is therapeutic for him as he appreciates his magical tricks being recognized and admire.
In one particularly emotional moment, Manco walked in on Husk destroying his room while struggling to overcome alcohol withdrawal, feeling both physically and emotionally pained. He apologized to Manco for having to see him like that. Manco, while sympathetic, offered support while understanding that traditional self-help advice won't help Husk. Instead, he suggests that Husk perform card tricks for him and the other angel children, since it is something they all enjoy. The suggestion works as it takes Husk's mind off of his struggles, allowing him to fully embrace his talent in magic and sleight-of-hand. Later, Husk expressed his appreciation for Manco and his friends, with Manco referring to Husk as a "grandpa" figure, which touched Husk emotionally.
Squish
Husk and Squish are on good terms, though interactions between the two are somewhat sparse. Like most of the hotel's patients, Squish often goes to Husk for advice, such as when he confided in Husk about wanting to ask Lux out on a date, but being unsure if they feel the same way. Husk teased Squish for being transparent about his feelings for Lux, noting that it's evident to everyone. Squish described Lux's warm and bright personality, which draws him in, even though Lux is quite different from the other residents of the hotel. Husk advised and encouraged Squish to follow his heart and go for it, stating that "any hole is a goal".
Enemies
Valentino
Husk intensely dislikes Valentino, despising him of the treatment that he reserves for his employees, especially for what he did to Angel Dust. However, Husk is still wary of Valentino for his physical and influential power. While Angel was recovering from his skirmish with the moth demon in Purgatory, Husk called Angel an "idiot" for challenging a sinner of Valentino's power, demonstrating that he fears Valentino, or he is aware that the Overlords are extremely dangerous overall.
Vox
In order to lure the hotel crew into a confrontation, Vox had Husk kidnapped by Sir Pentious and brought to V Tower. There, the TV Demon tortured and mutilated Husk, filming all of this to show to Alastor and the hotel crew, and then had Husk's wings clipped off as a gift for Valentino. Later, during Vox and Alastor's battle at the Hazbin Hotel, Husk got his payback by tossing a beer bottle at Vox's screen, shattering it to pieces and leaving him unable to fight against the hotel crew properly, which ultimately allow Angel to trick the TV Demon into being trapped inside a cellphone.
Others
Mimzy
Husk and Mimzy maintain a somewhat neutral relationship. While Mimzy occasionally tests Husk's patience, he doesn't appear to harbor any outright hatred towards her. Instead, he humorously indulges her diva-like personality, addressing her as "Princess." Mimzy frequently visits the Angst Bar whenever she's feeling upset and uses Husk as a sounding board for her troubles, often chatting with him for extended periods. Husk, though somewhat apprehensive about these encounters, remains patient and continues with his usual tasks, half-listening to Mimzy's lengthy conversations.
Baxter
Husk and Baxter share a rather hostile relationship. Husk consistently mocks Baxter, disdainfully referring to him as "Egghead" and "Poindexter," while Baxter frequently attempts to study and invasively experiment on Husk, seeking to understand the extent to which he embodies feline characteristics. Husk generally shows a strong aversion to Baxter and tries to keep his distance from the mad scientist whenever feasible.
In a conversation with Crymini, Husk agreed that Baxter comes across as overly self-assured and absorbed in his own world. Husk also offered advice to Crymini, suggesting that she distance herself from Baxter and sever ties with him, believing him to be a negative influence on her.
Villa
Husk does not like Villa, viewing her as "fake" and loathing her attempts to interfere in the afterlives of the hotel crew, especially Crymini. Villa's attempts to engage with Husk are met with resistance, as Husk seems unwilling to open up or change his sour demeanor. Despite this tension, there's a sense of familiarity between them, suggesting they've interacted before and have developed a sort of rapport, even if it's very contentious.
Villa's persistent attempts to engage with Husk indicate that she may be genuinely interested in "fixing" him or at least enjoys the challenge of trying to break through his facade.
Loona
As counterparts of the Hazbin Hotel and I.M.P, Husk and Loona have an on-off, hostile relationship with each other. They both cannot stand each other, despite both of them sharing similar personalities and tendencies, such as being lazy, disliking their jobs, and having a difficult time opening up to others.
Husk dislikes Loona and considers her a "stuck-up, self-centered sack of shit", which he is happy to tell to her right to face. He feels as though Loona hates everybody around her, which he does understand and relates to. He finds the hellhound difficult to be around since her mood changes on a whim, and especially dislikes her abusing and assaulting Blitzø, her adoptive father. Husk generally tries to avoid Loona as much as he can.
Quotes
Chapter 1
- "Husk: (at the Jackpot Hotel, he slams his poker hand down, revealing a full house) Read 'em and weep, boys! Full- (he is suddenly surrounded by creepy symbols and is transported to the Happy Hotel) WHOA! The Hell...?
Alastor: Ah, Husker, my surly friend! Glad you could make it!
Husk: (scowls) Oh, don't you fucking "Husker" me, you son of a bitch! I was about to win the whole damn pot!
Alastor: Good to see you, too!
Husk: What the fuck do you want with me this time...?
Alastor: My friend, I'm excited to inform you that we are investing in some charity work! (he wraps his arm around Husk and points to Charlie, who waves at smile at Husk) The valiant Princess of Hell is trying her hand at reforming lost souls, and I've taken it upon myself to volunteer your services! I hope that's okay!
Husk: Are you shittin' me?!
Alastor: Hmm... No, I don't think so!
Husk: (shoves Alastor off of him) You thought it'd be some kind of big fucking riot just to pull me out of nowhere and string me along to some halfway house?! You think I'm some kind of fucking clown?!
Alastor: (trying not to laugh) Mmmmaybe!
Husk: I ain't doing no fucking charity job. Pssh, charity... Like I ain't got a fuckin' casino to run...
Alastor: And who, pray tell, was the one who got into the position to own that casino, hm? All I'm saying, Husker, is that I've done more for you than you, quite frankly, deserve, and I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment! Wouldn't it be nice to escape the riff-raff and mingle with your fellow sinners? With your charming smile (he pulls Husks' lips into a forced smile) and welcoming energy, this job was made for you! Don't worry my friend, if you have any reservations, I can make this more welcoming! ...If you wish. (he waves his hand making a bottle labelled "Cheap Booze" appear from out of nowhere.
Husk: (stares at the booze for a second before facing Alastor) What? You think you can fucking buy me with a wink and some cheap fucking booze?! (grabs the booze and looks at it) ...Well, you can! (he downs the booze)" - — Husk is recruited by Alastor as the front desk face of the Hazbin Hotel.
- "Charlie: Y'know, Husk, as the hotel's front desk face and main form of entertainment, it might be nice if you would add a little more pizazz? A bit of sparkle? Y'know, the ol' razzle and dazzle? C'mon, show me what ya got!
Husk: (he sighs and speaks flatly) 'Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, what do ya want'.
Charlie: Great first attempt! Let's give it a bit more energy! And don't forget to smile! INTRODUCING, HUUUUSK!!! (she presents Husk)
Husk: (flatly does jazz hands) Whoop-de-doo.
Charlie: Okay! We'll... We'll work on it." - — Husk being coached by Charlie for his new job.
- "Husk: This your first day bein' a cat?
Ren: Yeah?
Husk: Welcome to Hell." - — Husk and Ren.
- "Charlie: So, Husk, me and Vaggie we're thinking, maaaaybe you could limit the amount of alcohol you serve at the bar for a while? Everybody will only get one shot a day. In its place, how about you serve orange juice instead? That always puts people in a good mood, and it's rich with vitamin C!
Husk: First off, unless you want everybody in this fuckin' halfway house to get ringworm, I ain't goin' to the fucking Hell market to get fuckin' oranges. Second, I don't tell you how to run this fuckin' orphanage, or whatever the fuck this goddamn place is, so don't tell me how to run my fucking bar!
Vaggie: Could you at least clean the bar up?
Husk: Niffty's on it. Either way, I dunno what the fuck you're all on about. There's a couple chairs, a small TV, booze, and 4 usable glasses. Who gives a shit if it's clean? If you're here, you've lost your fucking standards a long time ago." - — Husk to Charlie and Vaggie.
- "Hey, (BURP) kids. Come see me do some fucking magic! (the children scream in terror, flipping over tables and jumping out a window)"
- — Husk fails to entertain children who visit the hotel.
- "Husk: (Husk sees Niffty dancing on a flight of stairs she just cleaned) Stop trying to break your neck again, Niffty. I tried. Doesn't work.
Niffty: (continues dancing, panting) 'Break my... Neck'?! How... Dare you?! Just because you're a lazy man who has no work ethic doesn't mean you should insult the process of cleanliness! My process is highly effective and I've mastered the art of dancing on stairs, and this is the only way to effectively test their cleanliness and slipperiness! (Niffty finally tumbles down the stairs violently, only to bounce back up, clean the stairs in less than a second, and continue her dancing) 20 seconds! Most ladies would stop there, but damn it, I won't stop until it takes me less than five seconds to slip and fall!
Husk: (sarcastically) Oh, wow. Forgive me, o great, slip-resistant one. You're really out here doing God's work, dancing on slightly moist stairs for a couple seconds.
Niffty: (Niffty rolls her eye) You know damn well that I'm out here doing some hard work! I'm not JUST dancing on slightly moist stairs, I'm testing the effectiveness of these freshly cleaned stairs! And I'll have you know, I've spent years mastering the art of slip-resistant dancing, you uncultured swine! Just ask the ladies who tried to steal Mr. Unmei away from me... (Niffty giggles psychotically before falling down the stairs violently) 10 SECONDS, WE'RE GETTING CLOSER!!!
Husk: (sighs and waves his hand at Niffty, walking away) Ok, you have fun." - — Niffty and Husk bantering while Niffty was cleaning the stairs.
- "Husk: Where the hell am I?! Let me outta here, you motherfucker!
Sir Pentious: SILENCE, BOOMER!!! My moment of triumph approaches!
Husk: 'Boomer'? You're older than me, you fuckin' dumbass!" - — Husk and Sir Pentious after the Egg Boiz captured the former.
- "Husk: (he yowls in pain as Niffty is stitching his back wounds) Jesus, Nif, you tryin' to stitch a wound or give fuckin' me a infection?!
Niffty: (She giggles while holding a sewing needle) Sorry, Mr. Husker! It's just your wincing and yowls of pain are so funny! Hehe! Kinda like when that time Mr. Unmei was getting a liiiiiittle too touchy with his cat, so I had to-
Husk: I DON'T GIVE A FUCKIN' SHIT! Just... (he crosses his arms, looking like a wet cat) do your damn job, Nif.
Niffty: (she chuckles in glee and gets back to patching and cleansing the needle) It's because I care for you, Mr. Husker! I wanna make you feel better!
Husk: (he groans) Well, guess what, little lady? Pain doesn't feel good to me, Nif.
Niffty: (she stops sewing and looks at Husk with a bewildered expression) ...Really?
Husk: Y- YES!! Not everyone is a goddamn masochist like you!
Niffty: (she stares at Husk as if he just told her the secrets of the Universe) Huh. (she returns to grinning and patching the wound) Well, golly! No wonder almost everybody in Hell is such a boring Grumpy Gus! (she giggles) Maybe this could be your first time, Mr. Husker! (as she speaks, her sewing progressively gets more and more aggressive and quick) Embrace the pain! BECOME THE PAIN! SULLY THE PAIN GOD'S NAME WITH YOUR PLEASURE-(suddenly, she accidentally stabs Husk in the back with the needle; Husk's eyes widen and he becomes stiff like a statue, his hairs standing on end; Niffty nervously laughs) Hehe... Sorry about that, Mr. Husker... (after a pause, Husk lets out a blood-curling scream before cutting to the next scene)" - — Niffty and Husk conversing as the former patches Husk's wounds.
- "Alastor: Husker, my dear friend! You look swell, given the circumstances. And it seems your wings are coming back in! I just knew you'd pull through!
Husk: YEAH, BUT IT STILL FUCKIN' HURT, ASSHOLE!
Alastor: (chuckles) Apologies for my insensitivity. We've all had quite the eventful night.
Husk: Yeah, yeah. You got any booze? I'm thirsty as a motherfucker. (Alastor spawns a bottle of booze in Husk's hand, who begins gulping it down)
Alastor: Now, about your insensitivity... Need I remind you that we could have easily left you out there to dry? Vox and his associates are not going to forget about this little skirmish. The tension that has been building between this hotel and those three has only grown ever stronger.
Husk: Figured you'd be into that shit.
Alastor: (grinning) Oh, don't misinterpret this turn of events! There will be some entertainment value from this, no doubt... But also consequences. I would just appreciate a little gratitude. Because next time I might not be so generous...
Husk: (he groans and wipes the booze from his lips) Okay, fine... Thanks fer savin' me. Ya happy now?
Alastor: (he laughs) Indeed! Well, I'll 23 skidoo! We have a tumultuous week ahead of us!
Husk: (looking at his booze) Did... Did this shit just refill itself?
Alastor: Hehehe... Consider it a gift for all your troubles. (he walks away, humming, as Husk stares at him incredulously)" - — Alastor visiting Husk after Vox tortured him and ripped his wings off.
- "When the pressure's on and the chips are down, you see what's really inside of people."
- — Husk.
- "Hey, fuckface! [...] THAT WAS FOR MY FUCKIN' WINGS, YOU DIPSHIT!!!"
- — Husk smashing Vox's screen by throwing a beer bottle at his face, thus getting his revenge on him.
Chapter 2
- "Husk: Don't you guys ever feel... degraded, being in the presence of an old, good-for-fucking-nothing drunk like myself?
Hazbin Gang: (in unison; some sincerely, some sarcastically) Nooooooo...!
Husk: I would." - — Husk and the gang.
- "(laughs while drinking watered-down whiskey) Ah, you're askin' the wrong guy this question, kiddo. I was a dealer, not a philosopher. But here's some advice: it's all in the cards, and the cards ain't exactly in your favor."
- — Husk when asked about the meaning of life.
- "Niffty: (to Angel Dust) Head's up, Mr. Husker LOVES honesty! Luckily, I'm as honest as any gal can be! (a devious smile creeps on her face) For example... (to Husk, laying on the counter) Sometimes, I break into bad boys' houses and raid their drawers so I can use their undergarments for a bra!
Husk: NOT THAT KIND OF HONESTY, NIFFTY!!!!" - — Husk and Niffty.
- "Damn dizzy dame! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!!!!"
- — Husk to Mimzy.
- "Listen kid, I hate to break it to ya, but this ain't the kind of world that really cares for feelings. This ain't a fairy tale. This is the real deal: people can be dicks. People are gonna judge you, beat on you, and act like they don't give two shits about you... And they don't. So, you gotta be one step ahead of the game. You can't let them get to you."
- — Husk to Angel Dust.
- "Look, I might not know everything, but I know when to take a gamble and when not to, and let me tell you a secret. It ain't always about the odds and the numbers. Sometimes you just gotta go with your gut."
- — Husk to Angel Dust.
Chapter 3
- "Baxter: Vinged feline! (he tosses Husk a bag of tools) Repair ze delta ving and help Angel secure ze Celumite!
Husk: I ain't your fuckin' handyman! If you know so much about this goddamn ship, why don't you fix it yourself, Poindexter?!
Baxter: ...You're right. Vhat vas I thinking?! Only mein cerebral cortex is capable of repairing mein genius craftsmanship! (he presses a button on his wrist that envelops him in a nanotech space suit) Take ze veel vhile I make ze repairs! (he teleports out of the ship)
Husk: WHAT?! (he frantically jumps in Baxter's captain's chair) I CAN'T DRIVE NO FUCKIN' SHIP!!!" - — Baxter let's Husk take the wheel of his spaceship.
Chapter 4
- "Squish: That's cool how you just, like, know everything about everybody. What's your secret, man?
Husk: (sarcastically) I dunno. Being stuck in the center of this hotel and havin' people come over to me and yap about bullshit I can't fix probably helps a lot." - — Husk and Squish.
- "Husk: Psh... Ain't you a little young to be drinkin', sweetheart?
Crymini: You're not my dad.
Husk: (scoffs) Yeah, your dad musta been one piece of work for you to end up like this.
Crymini: You have no idea, old man. He taught me how to make a Molotov cocktail when I was six.
Husk: Figures. You can scram, by the way, 'cuz I ain't servin' ya. Don'tcha have some experiments to do with Baxter or some shit?
Crymini: I'm tired.
Husk: You're too young to be tired... By the way, you know how hard it is to get a good night's rest when you're playin' that heavy metal garbage all night?
Crymini: Do you guys know why I listen to that music all the time?
Husk: (while cleaning bottles) Don't know, don't care.
Crymini: 'Cuz every time my old man caught me listening to it, he'd beat the shit out of me. (Husk looks at her with concern as Crymini looks down) Down here... I have more freedom than I ever did up there.
Husk: Jesus... H- hey, listen, kid-
Crymini: Forget it. (she leaves the bar as Husk stares on)" - — Crymini and Husk.
- "Husk: Listen, kid, what your old man did to ya... Ain't fair. Every kid should be able to grow up with a real parent.
Crymini: Why do you care?
Husk: I don't much care for abusers... (sighs) Fuck, I probably shouldn't do this... (he hands out a small flask) Here. Drink responsibly, or some shit.
Crymini: (she stares at the flask incredulously before taking it, laughing softly) Thanks... Old man.
Husk: Just, uh, don't tell Vaggie, alright?
Crymini: How about you give me ten more of these and it's a deal?
Husk: (trying to hide a smile) Tsk... You little shit. (Crymini laughs)" - — Crymini and Husk bonding.
- "Crymini: Y'know what? Fuck it. I wanna be your assistant.
Husk: ...Why the fuck would you want that? It's just some boring desk job.
Crymini: Because you're quiet. Because we both hate it here. (Husk gives a nod; she has a point) And if anyone tries to come at you with their bullshit, I'll scare them away.
Husk: (he laughs) Sorry, sweetheart, but you ain't caring any-
Squish: (distantly) HUSK!!! (he runs to the two of them) NIFFTY UNLEASHED THE BLOODHOUNDS AGA- (Crymini lunges at Squish, snarling loudly and demonically; Squish screams like a little girl and runs away)
Husk: (with wide eyes; to Crymini) ...You're hired. (Crymini crosses her arms proudly; Husk points her index finger at her authoritatively, time to take her down a peg) But one rule: you don't touch the customers or the liquor. Got it?
Crymini: (Crymini gives him the finger back, her middle one, of course) And my one fucking rule is that you don't try to fucking father me all the fucking time, and you don't fucking talk to me like I'm a goddamn idiot. I'm not stupid, I know how things work around here. And every Saturday, we're having a poker match and whenever I win, I get all the booze I want, alright?
Husk: (Husk raises an eyebrow with a smirk) ...You seriously wanna play a game of poker against a guy who's been doin' this kind of thing most his life?
Crymini: (She grins as well) You bet your old, wrinkly ass I do. 'Cause I'm a helluva lot of things, but the one thing I am not is a fucking pussy. I'm ready to prove things to you. What'll it make you look like if you get beat by some 'little old punk'?
Husk: (After a pause, Husk grins; He can't help but admire her) Alright. Fine. (He extends his hand for a handshake and Crymini obliges; mid-shake, he pulls her face-to-face) Maybe I'll let you play, but I'm not gonna go easy on your punk ass.
Crymini: (She grins in an almost unhinged way, staring him in the eye dead-on; She's got no fear of him; In fact, she finds him more comforting than threatening, like this is the first time in her existence a father figure has been understanding; She's actually smiling) Trust me, I plan on kicking your fucking ass. Don't go easy, I don't want it.
Husk: Oh, you can be sure of that, Punk Ass! (After a stare down, they both... laugh with each other. Genuinely.)" - — Husk takes Crymini as his assistant.
- "Crymini: (Crymini and Husk both wake up hungover at the wrecked Angst Bar, laying on the floor; Crymini leans up) This place went to shit.
Husk: (He hops into frame, tangled in the strap of his guitar, groaning) I'm gonna... (BURP) stomp your fuckin', goddamn punk ass like a motherfucking cigarette for finagling me, kid....
Crymini: (She stumbles her way onto a seat) Be my fuckin' guest. Might sober me up. ...And 'finagling'? What are you, fuckin' Irish?
Husk: (Husk suddenly vomits excessively, falling in his own mess face-first, he rolls over) 37%..." - — Husk and Crymini waking up after a hangover.
- "VoxTek Salesman: (A VoxTek salesman approaches Crymini and Husk, peddling futuristic looking headsets; Crymini crosses her arms and rolls her eyes) Hello! (He obnoxiously grabs Husk's shoulder) You, old man, look like you could use a look into the future! (he obnoxiously wraps an arm around Husk, pressing his cheek against his) It's not like you're gonna live in it anyway. (cackling, he motions to the VoxTek helmets) Want to try out our new, prototype VokTek helmets?
Husk: (despite looking annoyed at first, Husk grins, slyly) Sure, why not? (He is handed a VoxTek helmet by the employees, stares at it... Before hurling it at a wall, shattering it; The VoxTek salesman looks furious while Crymini looks at Husk like he's the most badass person ever)
VoxTek Salesman: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Husk: Oops! (he shrugs) Clumsy me. I guess my grips not what it used to be in my 'old age'... Gimme another. (The VoxTek salesman cautiously hands him another headset, but Husk instantly hurls it at the wall, shattering it) That was a lie. I'm just making sure no one's exposed to more of this company's bullshit.
VoxTek Salesman: D- Do you know how Lord Vox is gonna react to this?! We're all gonna PAY!!! Y- You're banned from VoxTek FOREVER!!!!
Crymini: (to the VoxTek Salesman) Can I try it?
VoxTek Salesman: (He grins) Ah, a young mind who will APPRECIATE our company's innovation! (He hands Crymini a headset) Enjoy your trip to the fut-
Crymini: (She instantly hurls the headset at the wall, shattering it as the VoxTek salesman's jaw drops to the floor in a state of stunned silence; She and Husk look at each other, both growing prideful smiles)
Husk: Attagirl." - — Husk and Crymini bonding by antagonizing VoxTek employees.
Chapter 5
- "Crymini: (Crymini stomps up to Husk, seeing him sleeping on a counter with an empty glass of alcohol in his hand) Husker... You're fuckin' drunk again, aren't you, you sack of shit?
Husk: (Husk stirs awake, shaking his head, looking almost at Crymini with a glazed look in his eye) Cry, fuckin' shit... I ain't fuckin' drunk, you (BURP) punk-ass bitch...
Crymini: (With a deadpan expression, she holds up a ball of yarn) Think fast. (She throws it at Husk but he's too drunk to catch it fast enough; it bounces off his face) Fuckin' thought so. (She growls) God-fuckin'-dammit! Just when I really fuckin' thought you were over this shit-
Husk: (Slurring his words as he slips off the counter messily) When the fuck did you ffffuckin' give a goddamn shit about whether I'm d- drunk or not?!
Crymini: (She is PISSED, her fists shaking) Are you fuckin' with me?! You said you were gonna stop drinking! What, you fuckin' lied again?!
Husk: (Mumbling as he struggles to his feet) I fuckin' didn't... (BURP) Tell fuckin' no fuckin' lies, dammit... Cry, I have a very serious condition...
Crymini: AIDS?
Husk: Naw, no... Well, actually, maybe, but that's a story for another time. Ever heard-a (BURP) Insomnia? What a ffffuuuuckin' bitch... (He looks at his alchohol bottle with love in his eyes) The booze... Helps me find some winks...
Crymini: (She rolls her eyes, walking over to Husk and slapping the bottle out of his hand) Ah yes, insomnia - the very same problem we ALL fuckin' share in this shitty hellhole. TOUGH FUCKIN' SHIT!!! (She scoffs, looking at Husk intensely) Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't have drank even if you didn't have insomnia.
Husk: (Husk looks at Crymini with the same glare; he wants to tell her he'd be better, but that would be lie; he just can't do it, so he breaks the tension the only way he knows how in this state; a loud BURP) Oh, fuck off! (He falls to his knees when turning, crawling in the opposite direction) I'm goin' to bed...
Crymini: That's the fuckin' bathroom, dipshit. (She groans and walks over, slinging Husk's arm over her shoulder and walking off) You really fuckin' thought you could fool ME of all people? Like I can't smell that breath of yours from a mile away, you pig...
Husk: How the fuck you smellin' my breath from another room?!
Crymini: I'm a hyena, douchewad...
Husk: Oh, yeah, that's right." - — Crymini retrieving a drunken Husk.
- "Crymini: (She kicks open the door to Husk's room, practically tossing him on the bed) Your ass is lucky I found you before the others did. Y'know that?
Husk: (He looks at the wall of his bed sadly) What am I (BURP) doin', Cry? Pretending things can get better... My old man was right about me...
Crymini: (She rolls her eyes) Here we go... (Despite her clear annoyance, she sits next to him as he lies in bed)
Husk: What'll Charlie and Vaggie think of me? They're gonna (Voice cracks) Le-e-ave me... (He wipes his face with his wrist) 'Cuz I'm not up to scratch.
Crymini: Hey, cut the self-pity, man. (She looks at him, her expression softening) I know what it's like to have shitty life prospects, but you can't just fuckin' give up like that! You may be an old, wrinkly bastard, but you still can... pull yourself together, right? Besides, what is Vaggie gonna do? Between you and me, sometimes I see her smoke a pack of cigarettes an hour ago. She can't even follow her own advice. (She laughs)
Husk: (Husk sighs heavily, not bringing himself to look at Crymini) Do me a solid, kid... Don't tell Charlie, 'kay? I want her to... I dunno, think I'm better, and... And this'll break her heart...
Crymini: (She gently grabs Husk's shoulder, rolling him over and making him face her) Fine, but only if you promise me something in return. You gotta stop drinking, alright? And, you gotta cut the bullshit sob stories and dumbass excuses. You do that, or I'll tell Charlie myself. Deal?
Husk: (Husk chuckles a bit, looking up at Crymini proudly) Heh... Look at you, givin' me advice now... I guess I did somethin' right while hangin' around you, kid... (He sighs, rather contented) Okay, you got a deal.
Crymini: Don't get all sentimental on me, alright? (She rolls her eyes but she seems to be hiding a smile) Now get your ass to bed. And, for the love of fuck, get your shit together." - — Crymini and Husk after his drunken episode.
- "Derek: (he approaches Husk) Husk, your takes were fucking horrible! You spoke so fucking dryly I thought I was in fucking Wrath for a moment! And you kept forgetting your lines! The commercial will be a DISASTER! Get better at acting or I'm gonna walk!
Husk: Listen, I don't have the fucking patience for any of this shit. If you really wanna make those commercials fucking sell, just throw some tits into the mix and be done with it." - — Husk arguing with the Hazbin Hotel's commercial director.
- "Manco: Mr. Husk...
Husk: (he slumps against a wall, sighing) Fuck, not you... I'm sorry you had to see this, kid. It ain't easy lettin' go of somethin' you've gotten attached to.
Manco: (he sighs sadly) ...You know I hate seeing you like this, but... I want you to know I'll still be here if you need me.
Husk: (scoffs) No offense, kid, but the self-help crap ain't gonna make me feel better. (he looks away from Manco with a lost expression) ...It's not just a psychological thing, I- I feel like I'm in pain. My head won't stop pounding, I can't eat anything. (laughs sadly, rubbing his face) Jesus fuckin' Christ... Listen, you're just a kid, you shouldn't have to worry about this. Just go play with your friends, alright?
Manco: ...Y'know what? How about I get my friends and you do those card tricks we like to watch?
Husk: W- What?
Manco: You heard it! W- Whenever you're ready, obviously. You always feel better when we watch you do magic." - — Manco trying to help Husk through an alcohol withdrawal.
- "Husk: Listen, kid... I dunno why the fuck you and your friends would even give an old fart like me the time of day, but... I appreciate it. Thanks.
Manco: It's no problem, Husk. You and the others are always there when I need you, and, well... You're kinda like a grandpa to me, and I'm glad to have you around.
Husk: (he turns to Manco for a second before facing away, holding back tears) Wow, that's... That's interesting... (after a pause, he manages sucks up his tears) Okay, buzz off, ya little runt! (Manco giggles and begins running off) And don't tell Charlie about this or she'll be up my ass!
Manco: Will do, sir!
Husk: (Husk watches Manco run off) Me... A grandpa... (chuckles) Who woulda thought?" - — Husk and Manco.
- "Squish: (sits at the Angst Bar, facing Husk) Can I vent?
Husk: (groans) Since when did I become every poor fuck's therapist?! ...Sure. (he pours Squish a drink)
Squish: Well, you see... I've been wanting to ask someone out... But I can't tell if they like me back...
Husk: Lemme guess, Lux?
Squish: H- How the fuck did you know?!
Husk: You ain't slick, lover boy. Everyone's seen the way you stare at her, ya creep.
Squish: (sighs) I didn't want to-
Husk: (chuckles slightly) Calm down, kid. I'm just yankin' yer chain.
Squish: Oh... That's nice... Anyway, it's just... Lux is super cool! Their personality is the most warm and bright out of anyone else in the hotel!
Husk: Eh, but why THEM of all people? Ain't they uh, basically a glowin' ball of light?
Squish: I know, I know... But... can't quite place it, but... they just make me feel something, you know? I like people for their personalities, not their looks. And the way Lux just radiates such positivity, is... It makes me feel all warm and tingly on the inside! (giggles with excitement)
Husk: Well, the heart wants what the heart wants, kid. Go for it. 'Any hole is a goal' that's what I say.
Squish: Uh... (nods) T- Thanks. Thanks." - — Husk gives Squish advice.
- "Husk: I lived in a big city. It was crowded and dirty. Lots of lights... Nothing really worth mentioning much, other than the fact that I'm not sure if my family really loved me. Y'know? Like I was just there for when they needed somethin', like if I was a pet or some shit. I was basically left to my own devices. But it was for the best, really. I learned how to fend for myself, be independent.
Angel Dust: Oh yeah, buddy. Don't even get me started. My pa barely acknowledged me growin' up, unless he needed to sell somethin' to pay off debts. (he laughs) I know how that is, it makes ya feel unimportant, like you're not even necessary... If it's any consolation, this hotel's a good place to stay. Best in Pride. I mean, it is still kinda like livin' in the big city. Very loud and bright. but everyone here cares about one another and no one has to be alone... and hey, it's not all big city vibes! Alastor's stench makes ya feel like you were plopped right in the shit-stained waters of a swamp. (he laughs) Iffin' ya just wanna talk, or ya know, complain about a job or vent your frustrations, you don't gotta worry here, Husky.
Husk: (he nods in recognition) Sure I guess... But, just out of curiosity, why you talkin' to me? All these years and I'm still just a washed-up bartender with the mouth of a sailor and personality of a good-for-nothing gambler. You got better folks to talk to, y'know.
Angel Dust: Well... I think yer worth talkin' too. That... and hearin' that grizzled, rugged voice of yers gives me a ragin' case of lady wood. (Angel laughs slightly as Husk looks at him with a tired expressions) But nah, seriously, don't underestimate yerself. I've heard a lot from othas and I know everyone is important and valued in their own way... I mean, those kids light up like a Christmas tree when they see you doin' 'magic'. And yer always there fer everyone when they come to yer little bar. People are complicated... with a lot of different things on their mind, but it doesn't mean anyone is any less than anyone else, y'know?
Husk: (he cracks a smile) That's nice to here. (he sighs heavily) Y'know I give all of you guys the time of day, but I... didn't really think I was worth other people's time. ...Guess I'm still learning." - — Husk to Angel Dust about his childhood.
- "Sir Pentious: (standing in the rain like a wet cat, looking down with a forlorn expression) I didn't know where else to go...
Husk: ...Are you fucking kidding me?" - — Husk "greeting" Sir Pentious at the door of the hotel.
- "Dingy: You the entertainment guy, right? Tell me a joke, funny man!
Husk: (he groans) Fine. Knock knock.
Dingy: Who's fuckin' there?!
Husk: Alcohol.
Dingy: Alcohol who?
Husk: (he gets in Dingy's face) I'll call the nearest hospital after I'm fucking finished shoving this broken fucking bottle up your damn ass. (Dingy looks intimidated) Want another, bitch?" - — Husk and Dingy.
- "Villa: (while looking at Husk and making a camera gesture with her fingers) Hmmm... It's kinda hard to get a read on you. Are you boring? Drab? Irreverent? Or a diamond in the rough?! Well, c'mon speak up! Let me learn you!
Husk: Whaddya mean by 'boring'?
Villa: Well, you're so monotone! You have all the personality and nuance of a black hole!
Husk: Fuck's that supposed to mean?
Villa: No matter what's on your mind or going through your head, nothing ever escapes from your face, except for this dour, drab disposition. It's no fun. If I saw your expression on a cloud, I'd be sure a downpour was coming! So, yeah, a lil' boring.
Husk: (he begins cleaning glasses as he speaks) I'm a bartender, not a clown. Sorry I'm not an endless source of entertainment, princess.
Villa: Actually (she shoves her cat, Princess, in Husk's face) THIS is Princess!
Husk: (he leans back) The fuck? You little- (suddenly, Princess uses her claws to snatch Husk's cloth away) HEY! (he and Princess tussle over the balled-up cloth, looking like two cats fighting over a yarn ball, before Husk grabs it and stuffs it under the counter) Keep that pussy under control! We got fuckin' rules against animals!
Villa: (she chortles as Princess climbs on her, wrapping around Villa's neck) Oh, don't worry about my precious Princess! I wanted to leave her in her heavenly abode, but she insisted on helping me find sinners so unlovable they're practically BEGGING for divine intervention. (Princess sneers and hisses at Husk, and he does it back, before realizing what he is doing and blushing in embarrassment) Oh... and it seems you're not one of them. (she turns her back to Husk, skipping away) So sad! Maybe in another life, Grumpy Gus!" - — Villa and Husk.
- "Husk: (He stares at Villa, who is forcing him to be her butler. He watches her as she lies comfortably on a sofa, wearing a spa mask - cucumber on her eyes and all - and eating chives.) When are you gonna be outta here?
Villa: (Villa leans dramatically back against some pillows, striking a pose while rolling her eyes at the sight of Husk. She flicks a paw and smirks condescendingly at him.) Ugh, do you know how HARD it is to fix up party-poopers like you!? Especially when no one here has any manners and class?! I'm NEVER returning to Heaven at this rate!!! (She lets out an insincere sighs, before giggling.) Oh, well, more time with me, right? Now... What to do with you?
Husk: (He gives her a blank glare.) Shooting me wouldn't be half-bad.
Villa: (She cackles, thinking that he's joking, but seeing that he's stoic and completely serious, her expression turns neutral as she stares at Husk for a moment. She lifts one cucumber over her eye.) Oh. My God. Are you genuinely this pathetic? (She sets the cucumber back on her eye, laying back and picking up her silly-straw drink.) Listen, sugar. I don't have time for self-deprecating Grumpy Guses. Now, let's try something a little more uplifting... Maybe a makeover! Or refilling my drink. That would help drastically improve your sour attitude.
Husk: (Husk picks up a bottle to refill her drink, but after a moment of reflection, he glares at her.) I got a makeover tip for you. Ever seen the way a motherfucker's face looks after getting smacked by a bullet? That's one helluva makeover.
Villa: (Villa scowls and rolls her eyes.) Ugh, seriously?! You just have NO respect for yourself, do you? (She giggles.) You really think that getting shot in the face would make your sorry afterlife better! (He puts the back of her hand to her chin.) Hahaahahaha!!! Just... Stop being so DAMN pathetic! Why are you even at this hotel if you're not gonna take it seriously!?
Husk: (He looks at his reflection in the bottle he is holding.) I... Respect myself plenty. (He tears his tuxedo off.) That's why I'll take my 'sorry afterlife' over being turned into a dolled-up Maine Coon by your fake BULLSHIT. (He throws his bowtie on Villa's chest, which gets a reaction from her. Husk gets face-to-face with her, his yellow irises glowing threateningly.) And by the way, stay the fuck away from Crymini. (He storms out of the room.)
Villa: (Villa leans up from the couch, the cucumbers falling off her face as she is in shock from the disrespect.) Get back here!!! Ughhh!!! Seriously?! Are you FUCKING serious?! You think that behaving LIKE AN ABSOLUTE SAVAGE is better than letting me turn you into SOMEONE WORTH LOOKING AT?!?!?!" - — Husk stands up against Villa.
- "Sir Pentious: (to the hotel crew) It was an honor to fight along side you, not as enemies, but as fellow warriorssss! (with puppy dog eyes) ...May I have my death ray back now, pleasssse?
Vaggie: No, you're never getting that death ray back. (Pentious looks disappointed and flicks a rock with his tail)
Charlie: But you know what? (she attaches a gold badge on Pentious' general outfit with a warm smile)
Sir Pentious: (he looks a the badge in surprise and then at Charlie, tears welling in his eyes) A real general badge....?
Angel Dust: (butting in) Nope. It's the same plastic one you wore before.
Husk: It just fell off your costume when you were running for cover and crying." - — Pentious and the hotel crew in the aftermath of the war in Hell.
- "Squish: Guards at every door. What now?
Crymini: We sneak up behind 'em, (she pulls out a pack of dynamite with a timer on them) and get them acquainted with the ASSBLASTER 3000!
Husk: (while removing a grate) Ooor we just go through the fucking vent and not bring down a whole fucking army on our asses... (he and Squish crawl through the grate)
Crymini: (she grumbles, crossing her arms as she follows Husk) Fuck you, my idea was better..." - — Squish, Husk and Crymini sneaking into the Insurgency's base.
- "Husk: Cry... You wanna introduce these shitheads the Assblaster 3000?
Crymini: (Crymini grins an utterly devious, gremlin grin and pulls out the Assblaster 3000 as Husk cracks his knuckles) Let's lick dicks..." - — Husk and Crymini before fighting the Insurgency.
- "Husk: Y'know, kid, I would've thought you'd be the last person to want me to get sober.
Crymini: What? You fucking want me to give you a fuckin' medal of sobriety or something?
Husk: (Husk chuckles, mixing a concoction of juice for the two of them) Nah, nah... I was just wondering, what gives?
Crymini: (Husk pours the juice into two shot glasses; Crymini groans) Because I actually do care about everyone in this shithole, for some fuckin' reason. And that includes you, Husker. I won't deny it... I care about ya. Also... You're such an insufferable, fuckin' ass-muncher when you're drunk.
Husk: (Husk bellows with laughter as Crymini smiles a little) Ain't that the fuckin' truth? ...What do ya say, kid? (He holds up his shot glass for a toast) To gettin' outta this fuckin' hellhole.
Crymini: (She holds up her glass with a genuine smile) And may the bluebloods and fat cats of Hell rot in their own shit." - — Husk and Crymini's toast after the War in Hell.
Trivia
- His name "Husk" is symbolic of his character, reflecting how he has become a mere remnant of the person he once was, dried up and devoid of worth.
- In the Danish language, "Husk" (Skaller) translates to "remember," which is particularly apt as a significant aspect of Husk's arc revolves around recollecting the hopeful and passionate man he once was.
- His theme song would either be "House Of The Rising Sun" by The Animals, or "Take It from an Old Man" from Waitress the Musical.
- Following Journey to the Light's blatant Wizard of Oz analogy, Husk is based on the Tin Woodman. Like the Tin Woodman, Husk lacks a heart, metaphorically, as he claims to have lost the ability to love. Still, as he grows close to the other Hazbins, Husk displays empathy, protection, and concern for them, especially the younger members, showing that he can very much still love, much like how the Tin Woodman learned that love is felt through actions, rather than having a physical heart.
- Husk has a quirk of integrating gambling-related expressions into his sentences. For instance, he describes giving one's best efforts as going "all-in", characterizes someone facing difficult circumstances as being "dealt a bad hand" and interprets giving up on life as "folding."
- Husk has various traits similar to that of an actual cat:
- He purrs whenever he is pleased or enamored by something, and hisses whenever he is angry or threatened.
- According to Angel Dust, he secretly has a fondness for milk.
- He has a fondness for mozzarella cheese, much like how cats love cheese.
- He is terrified of cucumbers, as shown by his reaction to Angel pranking him with one and Death shapeshifting into a cucumber to scare him.
- He instinctively hates water, as shown by his reaction of being in the Envy Ring. He also committed suicide in life by drowning himself, possibly explaining his cat-like form.
- He has a sour exterior but a soft and sweet interior.
- According to Charlie, Husk likes to sleep in high places with good vantage points, like many cats do.
- As a child, Husk grew up in a casino, thus all he really knows is that kind of life.
- Husk and Crymini's dynamic is partially inspired by the dynamic of Ron and April from Parks and Recreation.
- While bantering with Crymini, Husk claims that he is 37% Irish.
- Probably engages in Tom and Jerry-style chases with Princess on a regular basis.
- He only smokes cigars, as opposed to cigarettes.
- Husk regularly shares his recipes, such as the renowned Holiday Grog cocktail drink, with the residents of the Hazbin Hotel via emails. Given his advanced age and limited familiarity with technology, he frequently seeks assistance from Angel Dust, though this leads to Angel incorporating suggestive innuendos into the hotel's newsletter, to Husk's frustration.
- During a drunken conversation with Crymini, Husk implies that he might have or did have AIDs at some point.
- He has always wanted to go to the Greed Ring, which is known for its abundance of casinos.
- Alastor claims that Husk spent time in a Russian prison while alive.
- It is comically implied that Husk has attempted suicide while in Hell; when telling Niffty to quit dancing on the hotel's clean, slippery stairs, he tells her to stop trying to break her neck, because he tried once and it "didn't work".
- It was occasionally teased numerous times that Husk was a war veteran and losing his passion and ability to love was a direct result of experiencing the horrors of war. This would also explain why he is very skilled at strategy and planning ahead before a fight or game. However, it is discovered he wasn't a war veteran, though Angel Dust is.
- Crymini likes to test Husk's luck powers by shooting spitballs at him from afar while he's unaware, only to get pissed off when his powers deflect them.
- He and Crymini are banned from using VoxTek products due to their hobby of destroying VoxTek items together.
- He can play the piano and saxophone at a concert level.
- He and Crymini play poker with each other every other night or so. Crymini wagers that if she wins, Husk has to give her a weeks' supply of alcohol, a bet Husk always accepts since he never loses.
- Husk is indeed a person who enjoys cuddling, yet this affectionate side of him is a privilege reserved for someone special. Only a significant other would have the privilege of experiencing this tender aspect of his personality.
- In a scrapped concept in Chapter 5, Husk was originally going to battle Mammon in a gambling contest at some point.
- Husk is, biologically, the oldest member of the hotel crew, as he was in his 70s at the time of his death.