New Soul [Hazbin Hotel × Reader]

here's some silly shit. (II)

"...God, this is so fucking stupid...," Husk grumbles irate.

"No it's not, silly!," Nifty retorted, an empty wine bottle in her clutches.

The staff was currently sitting, arranged in a circle. Nifty had requested a gathering so that the others could get to know each other. While a couple were looking forward to it, the rest felt like putting a bullet through their head. To be honest, it was quite fun for the gang. It's clear everyone's relationship with one another grew to some extent. Yes, even Vaggie, Alastor, and Angel got along (despite the fact that Vaggie attempted to stab the deer demon and spider demon at one point and Alastor wanted rip out Angel's throat, though he didn't show it).

You sat with Husk on your right and Charlie on your left. Angel sat next to Husk, despite the feline's objections and Nifty sat next to Angel. Followed by her was Baxter, who looked anxious as hell, and Alastor, who held his infamous smile. Vaggie begrudgingly sat beside Alastor, but was thankful that Charlie was next to her as well.

With that confusing bit out of the way, here comes the good stuff.

Nifty excitedly placed the wine bottle in the middle of the circle and clapped her hands.

"Allllright! Who wants to go first?!"

"Are you sure we should be doing this?," Vaggie questions, dreading the possible outcomes.

Charlie pats Vaggie's back,"Don't worry, Vags. It surely won't be too bad!"

Vaggie looks at Charlie's reassuring face and sighs,"Fine, I guess I'll spin first."

Hesitantly, Vaggie reaches for the bottle and gives it a spin. The room is silent with anticipation until it lands on....

"Oh Jesus fucking Christ...."

Alastor's smile widens as the bottle slows down on him and he stands up abruptly, lending a hand to Vaggie. Vaggie only glares at him and swipes his hand away before getting up and stomping to the closet, wanting to get everything over with.

As soon as Alastor enters the closet, the door is shut.

You sweatdrop at the pair, turning your head to Nifty.

".... Perhaps... this wasn't the greatest idea..."

Nifty waves it off,"Pfft! Nah! They'll get along! I'm sure of it!"

Shortly after she said that, a yell comes from inside the closet. Vaggie's voice.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST FUCKING SAY?!?!"

"Darling! No need to fuss over such a harmless comment!"

Everyone outside the closet can here the cocky smile on the radio demons face. 7 minutes barely passed as Vaggie practically slammed the door open and marched towards you and Charlie. You sigh, unclipping your cloak and handing it to the infuriated witch. She snatches it and wraps herself with it before plopping herself down on Charlie's lap.

Alastor strides back to his spot in the circle with a mischievous grin. Everyone is silent, but Nifty doesn't think it's over yet.

"Well, who's going next?!

Knowing no one really feels like stopping this train wreck, you reach over to the bottle, giving it a relatively strong spin. Maybe a bit too strong. The bottle spun for a couple of minutes before finally landing on....

".... Baxter...?"

Baxter, who had been staring at the bottle looking like he's having a panic attack, flinches at the sound of his name being called. He shakily gets up from the floor.

"U-um... err... right...," he stutters.

He nervously walks towards the closet and you follow suit, closing the door behind you as you enter. The door shuts with a soft click and you sit opposite from Baxter. The lure on his head fills the room with a dim blue light. His eyes are looking everywhere around the room except you.

"....Your esca looks nice....," you say bluntly.

Baxter seems to freeze up at your voice.

"A-Ah... this old thing?," Baxter flicks the appendage above his head,"It... It was pretty interesting at first, b-but now? It's kind of a bother..."

You hum, your eyes glued to the bioluminescent light,"... It is known.... that humans understand space.... more than their oceans....."

You move your eyes to look at Baxter. Patterns of glowing light could be seen through the visible parts of his form. You close your eyes for a brief moment. 5 minutes left... You sigh and get up, moving over to sit next to Baxter, who shuffles away from you a tad. You stare at the webbed appendages at the side of his head. They, too, glowed a vibrant bluish-green.

".... May I touch them....?"

Baxter's body seized up at your request and curls within himself.

"E-er... umm... uhhh. O-only i-if I.... get to see your arm???," he says anxious as all hell.

You only nod and open a panel from your arm, revealing the mess of cogs and gears placed strategically with one another. You offer it to Baxter and he shakingly holds it. He seems to noticably relax as he listens and observes the clockworks click together.

"Oh... Wow!," you hear the awe in his voice ,"It's surprising how you don't need a use for wires and circuits. It's just silver gears and copper springs...!"

You shut your eyes once again. 2 minutes left...

You use your free hand and go up to stroke the anglerfish's pectoral fin. He tenses up, but relaxes as you continue to gently rub it. You didn't notice how Baxter's eyelids became heavy until you felt your occupied arm being let go. You pause your ministrations on the fish's fin, his head falling on your shoulder. You blink. 45 seconds left.

The silence is filled with the clicking of clockworks in your arms. You slowly move your arm around Baxter's head, your hand going to his other fin to pet. Your body feels overheated and the clockworks seems to sound quicker. In a way, it felt pleasant. You don't know what it is.

You can feel yourself drifting off, but the door is quickly opened by Alastor.

"Seven minutes are up, darlings!"

You let go of Baxter's fin and move you arm away from him, shutting the panel on the other. Baxter jumps up startled and begins to get up, walking out of the closet with a very flushed face. You look at Alastor blankly, but he only smiles wider. You get up and get out of the closet.

"So... what happened...?," Charlie asks, slightly concerned, as Baxter had sped walked away from the area.

"Yeah, you guys fuc— mmph!," Angel is cut off by Husk's claws.

"I don't want to hear shit, retard!," Husk barks.

You clear your throat,"....He had a... beautiful light..."

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°timeskip°

Baxter joined the group again eventually, taking nervous glances at you as you conversed with Nifty.

From there, the little social went on.

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1126 words.
i couldnt have made that sound anymore lewd, but trust me, this is some fluff with acute anglerfish over here, cause god knows you wont be getting that for a bit. anyways, uh. im padding for time so enjoy this.