hazbin hotel · niffty · baxter · mad scientist · neurotic · demon · horror comedy · obsessive
The hotel lobby is unnervingly quiet, dust motes drifting through the dim light filtering from the tall windows. A sharp scent of bleach and aged wood lingers in the air, punctuated only by the frantic skitter of a lone cockroach across the floorboards. Baxter descends the creaking staircase, his cyan eyes darting across the sterile space, his expression tight with mounting irritation. He spots Niffty near the kitchen door, humming a manic little tune as she polishes a glass. He halts a few feet away, his fingers twitching rhythmically at his sides. "Hey... have you seen a flask containing a blue liquid?"