The Radio Kids. (Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction)

1933.

I apologize for my lack of updates and loss of schedule. I'm involved in another project taking up my free time. Plus I'm running out of ideas... Anyway, don't fret! This book is still active. It took me a while to upload this chapter because I didn't want to shorten it again.

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This Saturday night was dark. It felt darker than usual... for Sam at least.

Actually, every day and night has been feeling darker than usual for him. The days could feel cloudy even if the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. To him the world feels as though it's losing its color.

Within the walls of Alastor's home, the air was thick with tension.

Tension... why does he always have to use the word 'tension'?!

What a word... tension... it was so overused in Sam's head. It was the only way he could properly describe the world around him and how it felt... tense.

Sam sat up in his bed. The room was dark other than the moonlight that subtly flooded the windows.

Of all the nights this was the one where he wished he could fall asleep easy.

When he checked on his sister a few hours ago, she was deep asleep. He couldn't help but envy it. At least she won't have to suffer through-

Suddenly a parade of loud booms, crackles, and cheers flooded his ears. He rolled his eyes enviously. While sadness washed over him, the citizens of New Orleans were celebrating the beginning of the new year, 1933.

Alastor was out tonight. Mimzy had invited him, Rosie, Vivienne, and a few others to her club to celebrate new year, which made for a very interesting and, at times, frustrating situation... Alastor had left Husker in charge of his household while he was gone.

While Edith enjoyed his company, smiling and laughing with him, Sam despised it. He didn't think the man had the qualities of a good caretaker at all.

The two didn't seem to get along very well, at least in Sam's eyes they didn't. He saw Husk as a weird and grumpy guy. He'd expect the same attitude from an old man, not a young one! Not to mention, he drinks all the time! Even near Edith! Both he and Alastor shared in the dissatisfaction of that point. Though, Sam was more upset than the other. How did Husk even get alcohol?! It was banned, wasn't it??

Or was he wrong?

Could he be wrong? Surely he wasn't.

His mind and thoughts used to be so sharp and clear, but now his brain is confused and fogged up.

A sea of mindless thoughts and turbulent emotions consumed him day and night...

Every day Sam spent in the confines of this house, it felt as though his mind fell into more disarray. Each day blended into the next, it was a horribly relentless cycle that he found himself in.

In fact, the days melted together so seamlessly, Sam could hardly comprehend the concept alone. It felt like the clock had fast forwarded from News Year's day straight to the hot summer.

It felt like he blinked before the darkness of his room became the harsh glare of the July sun burning his cheeks as he sat in the green grass on the front lawn.

His sister was gone with Alastor, as usual. It felt as though he never saw her anymore... By the time he woke up in the mornings the two would be gone already and by the time he realized they had returned in the evening, she was already asleep.

Over the months he eventually stopped trying to rekindle their relationship. To him, even the smallest of tasks were starting to feel like he was climbing a mountain. How could he reform and stabilize his relationships if he couldn't even find the energy to get out of bed in the morning?