Baxter stories before he arrives

meal deal

Requested by Anonymous

The laughter echoed down the hall, accompanied by the shuffle of feet and the occasional shout of protest. "Oh, Baxy!" Angel teased, leaning against the doorframe with an exaggerated pout. "Piss off! I am NOT doing this!" Baxter barked back, standing defiantly on the other side of the door.

Angel leaned in closer, mischief dancing in his eyes. "A bet's a bet, love, and we're all starving for some free food."

"NO! I demand a different punishment!" Baxter shot back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Too late for that," Alastor chimed in, his voice dripping with amusement. "We all agreed, and I'm starting to feel quite peckish, so let's hurry your humiliation along."

"Click," came the sound of the door being locked, followed by Baxter's scream. "AHHHHH!"

"Don't make us smash the door in!" Husk yelled from the other side.

"Fine!" Baxter relented, finally swinging the door open. He stood there, wearing black shorts, a white long-sleeved shirt, black shoes, and knee-high socks. All the key components to look like a small school child

"Are you all done?!" Baxter asked with a scrunched face to all the taller demons' laughter 

"Aww, the little guy's angry!" Angel cooed, smirking, attempting to squeeze the fish's cheeks before his hands were slapped away.

"You don't sound starving to me," Baxter growled warningly.

"Now, no need to get your pull-ups in a twist!" Husk laughed.

"Indeed! Or perhaps you'd prefer a sailor suit instead," Alastor teased.

"You wouldn't," Baxter uttered in horror, instinctively backing away 

"Oh, but I would!" Alastor shot back, his grin widening.

"Alright, can we just get going?" Baxter grumbled, feeling the heat rise on his cheek, just wanting this interaction to be over. 

Soon enough Alastor had summonsed a self-driving limo, having all sit in their seats. Angel had almost lost his hand when he suggested a child seat for Baxter, just adding more insult to injury. 

"Everyone remember your roles!" Angel asked like a drill sergeant "I am the glamorous and stunning Lady Dimitrescu! Husk, you're my sugar daddy."

"You're serious?" Husk replied, incredulous.

"Strawberry here is!" Angel continued, ignoring the cat's annoyance 

"A friend of the family, let that be it," Alastor replied with a tone of danger and warning.

"Of course, and how could we forget our meal ticket, our adorable baby Baxy?" Angel interjected, pulling Baxter close.

"I reject all of what you just said!" Baxter protested, wriggling in Angel's grip.

"Aww, come on, babycakes! You're breaking your mommy's heart!" Angel giggled.

"Don't even start," Baxter shot back, trying to escape Angel's embrace.

"But what are we going to say when they how the kid got into hell," Husk pointed out, shrugging. "The whole reason we get it for free is because it's near impossible."

"Oh yeah, uh...," Baxter trailed off, running a hand through his hair. "Easy, I killed and tortured fish that got stuck at the beach, and in an ironic twist of fate on a boating trip with my abusive father, I drowned due to a drunken stupor. My mother killed herself in suicidal depression, and we both found each other in Hell, with the father being fully out of the picture now in a different life."