It was an ordinary day at the Hazbin Hotel, everyone minding their own business for the time being.
After running wildly around the halls and tidying them up, Niffty jumped onto the bar counter. She then started drudgingly dusting it, which made Husk act even grouchier than usual.
“Do you mind?” , - he raised his voice slightly, fur puffing up: “Can’t ya see I’m arranging the glasses neatly here?”. To accentuate his words, he gestured widely to a set of glasses standing chaotically across the bar counter, inches away from where NIffty’s dust broom was fluttering.
“No time for arranging, only cleaning, hahaha!”, - Niffty said in her typical zany way, being too invested in getting rid of the dust.
“Stop!”, - Husk cried out, ready to push her away at any moment: “Stop swinging your duster in every devildamn direction! You’ll break my stuff!”.
Right then, as if minding Husk’s words, Niffty turned away from him to dust the opposite part of the counter. In her craze, she didn’t realize that Husk could now see her butt, because of her wide skirt tilting from the maid leaning down. Husk quietly whistled at the sight of her cute yellow panties.
“Gee, it’s been a while since I had such a cute fucking view right near me”, - he jeered mentally, completely forgetting about how irritated with the maid’s antics he felt earlier.
Right then Niffty’s ass pumped out a cute squeaky fart, right into Husk’s face. The smell of spoilt milk and bad mushrooms however was not so cute. Husk recoiled and jumped back with such force that he hit the counter with his back and made it tremble, with glasses clinking a little in unison.
“Oh!”, - Niffty stopped her cleaning and covered her mouth with a hand in a cute apologetic way: “Sorry, Husky….!”.
“One sorry doesn’t cover what you just did, Niff!”, - Husk fanned the air with his hand: “This fucking stinks beyond belief! What is wrong with you?!”.
Charlie, who happened to pass by, overheard the conversation, and walked closer to them: “Now, now, Husk! Niffty didn't mean to do that, and she had apologized already, so let her be. It’s not nice to scold someone when they’re embarrassed already!”.
“Chill, princess”, - Husk waved his hand at her, annoyed: “Look at her, she doesn’t even care!”. He pointed at Niffy, who had indeed already preoccupied herself with chasing after a roach, shouting out things like “Die!” or “Filthy, filthy, FILTHY!” and giggling crazily.
“Oh, ok then”, - Charlie said, staring at her in slight disbelief. She turned to Husk: “But still, be more mindful, please!”.
“I know her better and for a longer time than you”, - Husk shrugged, finding sanctuary in cleaning one of the glasses with a cloth: “That’s why I know when to push and when to stop with Niffty. So buzz off already!”.
Then Charlie heard a bassy fart explode behind the bar counter and saw Husk going stiff, an uncomfortable expression on his face. The princess then realized that the fart had departed from the cat demon himself. She cringed a little.
Husk, however, quickly regained composure and continued to clean the glasses with a slight blush on his face: “Eh, looks like today is a gassy day for both me and Niffty, huh”.
“Uh…”, - Charlie didn’t know whether she had to say something or keep quiet. Instead, she just stood there awkwardly.
Niffty saved her, popping out of nowhere with a bunch of roaches impaled on her knife: “Look, look! 12 in a day! This is the best hunt I’ve had this week!”, - she shook the knife in ecstatic joy.
“Oh! Good job, Niffty!”, - Charlie smiled sweetly, and the maid squealed, happy that she was being praised.
“With your help, the hotel will be safe from the roaches in no time”, - Charlie added, pumping her fist into the air.
“Yeah!” ,- Niffty repeated her gesture, making a determined face.
Right then Husk farted very loudly again, making both girls jump in surprise and look at him. Niffty immediately started giggling, and Charlie gave him a dirty look.
“What?”, - Husk said, addressing Charlie: “You two are being too saccharine for my taste. I had to spice the moment up, heheh. And it’s good for me too. I’m not going to hold these fuckers in the whole day”. After delivering that speech, the cat demon grunted and let another bassy fart roll out of his tush.
“This is how it SHOULD be done”, - he spoke up again: “Out of belly, out of mind”.
Niffty doubled over, laughing hard. As she did, she accidentally farted again, this time in a deeper and whinier tone. She went wide-eyed for a few seconds, with Husk staring at her too. Then they both exploded with laughter, Niffty letting out a few more small poots.
“Attagirl, Niffty!” , - Husk chuckled: “Following in my steps, I see”.
Charlie cringed again, sucked the air in through her nose to steady her mind and thought: “Looks like Vaggie and I will have to get food of better quality here in the hotel. Perhaps what we have now is not good for Husk’s and Niffty’s digestion”.
Then she noticed that Vaggie and Alastor were walking towards her. The princess exhaled, happy to get her mind off Husk and Niffty’s gassiness. She smiled, eager to hear what Vaggie and Alastor had to say.
“Charlie, it’s time for exercising“, - Vaggie reminded, approaching her.
“Really?”, - Charlie rolled her sleeve up and checked the time on her watch: “Oh! Oh, damn! You’re right!”.
The princess called for Husk and Niffty’s attention: “Come on, guys! It’s time for exercising! Hurry up to the meeting room! Wait! Where’s Angel, by the way?”, - she asked Vaggie.
“He’s already in the meeting room, stuck on his phone”, - Vaggie replied: “So he’s definitely not going anywhere while we're away”.
“True words, my dear”, - Alastor chimed in: “These modern devices rot brains to such an extent, that it’s hard not to forget how to walk when you’re staring at those screens!”. The radio demon laughed at his joke, as others just looked at him blankly.
“That’s not what I meant to say, but alright”, - Vaggie commented, rolling her eyes: “Well now, giddy up!”. She ran up to Husk and started pushing him on the back, dragging the cat demon from behind the counter.
“I don’t share your enthusiasm at all”, - Husk grumbled. When Vaggie let go of the cat demon, Charlie took his arm and led him further towards the meeting room, humming happily.
“Chin up, Husker!”, - Alastor exclaimed, walking alongside them: “Enjoy this possibility while you can! I clearly remember you saying you wanted your life to become less mundane!”.
“I did not!”, - Husk resented, and then a short but huge fart blew out of his behind, making Charlie jump away from him. Alastor looked alarmed at the sudden sound.
“Would you relax already?”, - Husk told Charlie with annoyance: “It’s just gas. Not like it’s going to kill you”. The cat demon walked towards the meeting room alone, like nothing happened, leaving other hazbins to stand there and react to what just happened with silence.
“Ew”, - Vaggie quietly said.
Niffty then ran up to Alastor and said: “I’m feeling gassy today too! Hehehe!”. Then she leaned forward and let out a creaky fart, giggling sweetly at it afterward.
Alastor’s smile became crooked, and he uttered a single word in a stiff sarcastic voice: “Charming….”.
“Alright, enough fooling around!”, - Vaggie blurted out, having none of the nonsense that was happening. She grabbed Niffty across the waist with one arm and lifted the small maid.
“Let’s go”, - Vaggie stormed after Husk, carrying Niffty under her armpit. The maid was kicking her legs excitedly and laughing like mad, loving the ‘ride’ she was given.
Charlie smiled nervously at Alastor, that mere smile meaning more than a thousand words, and followed them.
“This hotel is a supplier of some bizarre events for my boring ol’ life too”, - Alastor muttered to himself before following them all too.