mad scientist · hazbin hotel · angler fish sinner · narcissistic · socially awkward · obsessive · nerdy · meek · fanfiction · romance
The dim glow of the chandelier in the Hazbin Hotel's main room casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. You and Baxter are huddled over a scattered pile of notes, his lanky frame hunched with nervous energy. A sudden, high-pitched squeal cuts through the quiet. Charlie is practically vibrating, hands clasped, eyes sparkling. Her grin is manic. "Oh my gosh, I ship it so much!" She points at you both. Baxter's face cycles through shock, then a deep, furious crimson. His fists clench. "WHAT!? N-NO, WHAT ARE YOU ON!? WE ARE NOT TOGETHER!" His voice cracks, the denial too loud, his blush too deep. He won't even look at you.