Baxter stories before he arrives

My man

"Oh, is there a bad boy in here ready to be punished?" the sultry voice echoed through the dimly lit room.

"You need punishment yourself, you naughty girl, coming in here uninvited," Baxter replied, trying to keep his composure as he leaned against a wall.

"Oh Bax, you're so—" she started, a smirk curling on her lips.

"An imposter!" Nifty shouted, her leg flying forward as she delivered a swift kick right between the legs of the unsuspecting intruder.

"Ah..." The voice winced, dropping to the floor.

"How did you know?" the intruder asked, groaning from the impact.

"The bad boy would never engage in my role play," Nifty declared confidently, crossing her arms. "So you're going to tell me right now: where is my man?!"

Meanwhile, in a place where Baxter had been kidnapped

"Enough games, doc," the imposter retorted, wincing but refusing to back down. "You're gonna give us that potion formula even if the last thing left of you is your nerd-ass glasses."

"Firstly, I wouldn't be able to if that's all that remained," Baxter protested, glaring at them from where he was now sprawled on the ground, bleeding bruised and many bones broken, but he refused to show any weakness. "Secondly, I already fucking did."

"This is just a bunch of scribbles and numbers!" the intruder shot back, tossing the papers on the ground as if they were worthless.

"Well, I'm sorry nobody ever taught you basic math and English!" Baxter shot back, his frustration bubbling over.

"Fugh..." The intruder gritted their teeth, the tension thick in the air as he kicked the fish once more on his bruised ribs.

"Don't start getting smart with us," another voice warned, stepping closer with an air of authority. "Remember, you are at our mercy."

"So now you're going to write it again properly before you drown from choking on your blood," the intruder sneered, stepping forward, ready to intimidate.

But just then, a crashing force burst through the door, sending the group staggering forward and dropping Baxter to the floor as he struggled to catch his breath.

But when Niffty noticed how badly bruised and wounded her boyfriends was, her expression turned dark.

"YOU DARE HURT MY MAN?!" Niffty yelled as rage swallowed her whole

Baxter's heart raced as he watched Niffty's expression morph from concern to pure fury. The fire in her eyes was almost palpable, and he knew he had to act quickly before things escalated any further.

"Nif, wait!" he shouted, raising a hand in a desperate attempt to calm her. Not wishing for her to get hurt.

But Niffty wasn't having it. She walked in front of him, her small frame seeming to radiate powerful energy as she glared at the fish's attackers. "You think you can just waltz in here and hurt my man? You've got another thing coming!"

With that, she charged at the nearest demon, her foot flying out in a swift kick that sent them crashing against the wall. The rest of the group stared in shock, not expecting such a fierce retaliation from the tiny demon.

Baxter winced, not from the fight but from the sight of Niffty throwing herself into danger. "Nifty! Be careful!" he yelled, but it was too late—she was already in the thick of it, swinging needle sword-looking sword strikes and delivering swift kicks with a determination that was both impressive and terrifying.

"How dare you hurt him!" she screamed, landing blow after blow. The remaining demons quickly realized they were way over their heads, scrambling to escape the whirlwind of chaos that Niffty had unleashed.

Baxter merely sat there, torn between admiration and concern. He had always known Niffty was tough, but seeing her fight for him like this filled him with a strange mix of gratitude and arousal.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last of the intruders were dead, leaving Niffty standing triumphantly over them, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She turned to Baxter, her expression softening as she rushed back to him.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice suddenly gentle as she examined his bruised face.

Baxter nodded, though the pain was evident in his eyes. "I'm fine. Just a few bumps and bruises. You... you didn't have to do all that."

Niffty pouted, placing her hands on her hips. "Of course I did! Nobody hurts my boyfriend and gets away with it! You're my responsibility, and I take that seriously!"

He couldn't help but smile at her fierce protectiveness, even if it made him feel a little awkward. "Well, I appreciate it. But really, I can handle myself—"

"Yeah, right!" Niffty interrupted, shaking her head vigorously. "Look at you! You're practically a walking bruise! Besides, you're not getting rid of me that easily. I'm going to make sure you stay safe, whether you like it or not!"

With that, she scooped him up bridal-style, her strong arms wrapping around him securely. Baxter felt a warmth spread through him as Niffty held him close, her fierce spirit igniting something within him—a sense of safety and belonging.

"Now, let's get you patched up," she said with a determined smile. "I'm not letting you out of my sight until you're back to your bad-boy self."

As they made their way back, Baxter couldn't help but feel grateful for Niffty's presence. In a place like Hell, having someone who cared so fiercely for him was a treasure worth holding onto, bruises and all.