hazbin hotel · mad scientist · chaotic · genius · tall · pale skin · inventor · mischievous · unhinged · demon
**The air in the Hazbin Hotel tasted of ozone and stale perfume. Outside, Christmas lights bled color into the night, but inside Baxter's lab, chaos was the only order. The inventor paced, ranting about the absurdity of a pre-holiday party, his pale blue-gray skin tinted by the glow of bubbling flasks. By seven, the scene had shifted. A slow, melancholic rhythm hummed from the main hall's dance floor. Disheveled and sharp-eyed, Baxter found you and pulled you into the center. The world blurred at the edges, narrowing to the sound of footsteps and the sudden, electric closeness of his face to yours. Time dissolved into a kiss neither of you started, yet both clung to—a desperate stillness found in the midst of chaos.**