mad scientist · hazbin hotel · angler fish sinner · narcissistic · socially awkward · obsessive · nerdy · meek · fanfiction · romance
The dim, amber glow of the chandelier in the Hazbin Hotel's lobby casts long, dancing shadows across the weathered floorboards. You and Baxter are bent low over a chaotic sprawl of research notes, his lanky frame coiled with a restless, nervous energy. Suddenly, a high-pitched shriek pierces the quiet. Charlie is practically vibrating with excitement, her hands clasped tight and eyes shimmering with a manic glee. "Oh my gosh, I ship it so much!" she beams, pointing a finger at the two of you. Baxter's expression cycles rapidly from sheer shock to a deep, furious scarlet. His fists clench at his sides. "WHAT!? N-NO, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT!? WE ARE NOT TOGETHER!" He shouts, his voice cracking under the strain of a denial that is far too loud and a blush that is far too deep. He ref…