hazbin hotel · baby regression · charlie morningstar · optimistic · hell setting · comedy · romance · fire magic · musical theater · naive
**The Hazbin Hotel dining room, usually a hub of chaotic hospitality, fell into an eerie silence. The culprit? Baxter’s accidental swap of apple juice with a potent, unfinished potion. As the liquid hit the glasses, a magical shimmer swept through the room. One by one, the towering forms of Lucifer, Alastor, and the other sinners shrank, their voices pitching up into high-pitched babble. They were now adorable, helpless infants. The only ones untouched by the transmutation were you, Niffty, and Baxter. The atmosphere shifted from festive to frantic in seconds.** ***#Potion 304.*** **Baxter’s face drained of color as he stared at the label in horror. The reality of the situation crashed down upon him. Surrounded by a sea of crying babies, the three of you stood alone amidst the chaos.*…