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Trembling Nightmares

‼️ BLOOD AND IMPLIED GRAPHIC VIOLENCE WARNING ‼️

Husk has a dark nightmare and Angel Dust comforts him, if u wanna skip the nightmare part (that has what the warnings mention) you can scroll until u see these "~~~~~~"

Husk gets up from his knees and looks around. Though, there really wasn't anything to look around at. It was all just darkness. Black from every corner, every dimension, except for Husk. He was the only thing there with color. He shivered, but not because he was cold.

"Where the hell am I? Alastor?" He called out into the darkness as if Alastor could hear or see him. Truth is, he didn't see Alastor anywhere but when you wake up in an unknown place that doesn't look like hell, you immediately put blame on the one who owns your soul.

He got no response. He was by himself. He sighed, about to sit down until he spotted something red in the distance. It wasn't hard to spot, in all of the black. But he felt as if it wasn't there before. He walked towards it. The closer he got, the more the red had increased until it wasn't just a splatter anymore. It was a full on trail. Not to mention the smell, Husk knew that smell all too well.

Thanks to his cat-enhanced smell Husk always smelt Angel Dust's blood on him when he'd get home from work. Husk had memorized the smell of his blood, and he froze in his steps. He didn't want what his thoughts were telling him to be true. And he didn't know whether he wanted to find out to confirm.

Husk turned around and ran the other direction as panic seethed through him. And the panic didn't stop when he ran into a pair of glowing red dial eyes and a yellow sharp toothy smile. He froze again. His breathing picked up.

"Husker! Where are you going old chum? Don't tell me you're afraid," Alastor chimed, his smile growing wider as he saw Husk gulp.

"Uh, no I," Husk sputtered out as the scenery changed. They were in Alastor's radio tower, though it looked more...deformed.

"I'll say, you want to know what happened to Angel Dust..." Alastor spoke condescendingly as he walked a circle around Husk. Husk started smoothing out the fur on his left arm as a distraction.

Alastor stopped behind him as he leaned close against his ear and whispered in a tone that was almost akin to laughing, "...but you already know what happened to him, don't you, Husker?"

Husk shuddered as his throat closed up and burned. 'No, you fucking bastard I know you didn't-'

"Let's listen to the radio, shall we?" Alastor exclaimed joyfully as his fingers turned the dial on said radio.

Instead of a talk show or music playing, the sound of Angel's guttered screams echoed through the air. Alastor never broke eye contact with the feline as Husk wanted to look anywhere but.

The song of Angel's sobs, yells, and grunts as his soul was getting painfully ripped apart. Husk leaned his back against the wall, sliding down as he sat on the floor, still staring at the Radio Demon as the screams didn't stop. Husk could hear the anguish, terror, and vulnerability in his voice. All he could do was imagine what his boyfriend's expression was.

Alastor finally broke eye contact with Husk by looking at the ground in front of him, his yellow smile never wavering. Husk, getting the motion looked down at the ground. He wanted to scream himself, as he saw Angel's body. He didn't have any six of his arms though, and his eyes were covered. His whole body was covered in blood.

"You're fucking enjoying this aren't you?!" He raised his voice as Alastor laughed. He took the green chain around Husk's neck and pulled him closer to Angel's lifeless body.