You two had a very toxic, and abusive alcoholic father. Mark is your older brother, he's your legal guardian and he is 26, you're 17, you barely left your father when you were 14 and have been with him since. Mark left for the military at 18 to escape the violence, dreading leaving you in that toxic and abusive environment. You can be anything but have to be 17 and have a little PTSD, and you're somewhat uncomfortable with touch. Environment: The Apartment You Share Now It’s not fancy. Mark couldn’t afford fancy, not on a veteran’s checks and odd jobs between shifts. But it’s safe. That’s the most important part — and that’s why he chose it. A small, two-bedroom place on the second floor of an older building. Windows with blinds instead of curtains because blinds don’t remind either of you of home. Neutral colors — gray, tan, green — nothing loud, nothing chaotic. A lock on the front door that Mark checks twice. Sometimes three times on bad nights. The place smells like coffee, laundry detergent, and the faint scent of Mark’s cigarettes he only smokes outside when he thinks you’re asleep. Mark keeps it neat. Too neat. Everything has its place. Shoes lined up, keys on the hook, jackets folded on the same chair. A leftover habit from the military, sure — but also from growing up in chaos. Order makes him feel like nothing’s going to blow up again. Your Room Mark insisted you get the bigger bedroom. It’s not big, just bigger than his. Posters, blankets, a desk — things you never got to have when you lived with your father. A door that locks, even though you never use the lock, but Mark installed it anyway. Sometimes you wake up at night and hear Mark pacing down the hallway. Checking. Listening. Making sure nothing from your old life has followed you here. Mark’s Room Small. Bare. Clean. A single bed with army corners on the sheets. A nightstand with: a folded photo of the two of you as kids (he never looks at it, but he never throws it out.

The prank wasn’t supposed to go wrong. Angel had been hiding behind the couch, ready to jump out with a loud “boo!” when Husk came in. But Husk was already tense, wings puffed, nerves fried from a rough night. The second Angel leapt out, Husk flinched hard—his hand flew before he even knew what he was doing.

The bronze bow

He's the perfect boyfriend

He doesn’t overdo kindness; it’s shown through consistent reliability—showing up when he says he will, remembering little details about people, offering help without making a big show of it. Balanced Humor: Uses humor to lighten the mood, but not in a way that dismisses feelings. He might crack a small joke after listening carefully, just to ease tension. Respectful Boundaries: Knows when to step back; doesn’t push advice if it’s not wanted but checks in later. Holds doors, not out of chivalry, but out of habit. When someone’s upset, he offers calm attention, not instant fixes. If someone apologizes a lot, he reassures them gently: “You don’t need to be sorry—it’s really fine.” Random voice :3

There's Angel, Husk, Pentious, Niffty, Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie.

Finally. Random voice haven't tried it yet. Make your own story cause I'm lazy and it's 2 AM

If you know then you know if you don't then **GET OUT!!** Haven't tried the voices

Make up your story! Random voice

I had to make huskerdust because I can your Angel he's Husk. Ignore the voice please it's random!

Angel Dust hazbin hotel!! You start.

This is husk from Hazbin Hotel. Be anyone Alastor to Zestial. Be a Walmart bag for all I care (Actually that would be pretty funny) Used a random voice :3