Demon Chemistry | Baxter x Niffty

Chapter 1: Refuge at this Hotel

"Denizens of Pentagram City are beginning to try out this hotel that the princess herself had announced. Everyone thought it was a joke, I knew better to not go here but I would have to if I am to seek refuge from these annoying thieves." Baxter said to himself as he stood outside and looked up at the hotel. It was much larger than he would have thought it would be. That would mean lots of people. And he hated that. Untrustworthy demons all who would most likely slaughter his small physique. Ambitious assholes who would steal his work. God knows what they would be capable of. "This place might just be terrible, but it's the only choice I have. Plus, it's free." He thought to himself. He stood outside of the door with two suitcases and his one-strap backpack. He stuttered to knock, thought twice, and had to hit the door.
"No turning back, Baxter. I'm making the initiative. Here they come, be formal and don't get too close."
The door opened and a one-eyed demon stood inside. She looked to the left and right, thinking that this was some sort of prank, or the visitor was invisible and already snuck in. Baxter cleared his throat so that she could look down, it was already an awkward situation. "Oh, did you want to check into this Hotel?" Vaggie asked.
"Yes...?" Baxter answered with an annoyed attitude and a discernable cringe. This was already a bad impression, but he didn't care. He just needed to get off the streets. "Okay, come on in." Vaggie spoke with a monotone voice. She decided to open up the door more often ever since Charlie eagerly opened up the door for any demon, like Alastor.
"Ugh, another one." Husk walked from the bar to the reception desk and started his paperwork. He took out a pen and began the process of identifying the fish man. "What's your name, kid?" Baxter gave off an annoyed look. "My name is Baxter Friedrich Fischer. I am 24 years old by the way. 24 ever since I've been in this Hellhole."
"Okay, I know that now. What's in your bag and what's your occupantion?" Husk asked even more.
"My belongings are none of your concern and I am a chemist."
"Okay then. Here's your keys. Beware of this guy called Angel Dust, he'll wanna fuck any man he sees." Husk finally warned him. The warning really made him cringe, so he bolted towards the stairs. Reading the numbers that went with the keys, he was glad that his room would be on this floor. Not too high, but was at a decent level. It just happened to be in the ship that was remodeled to become a part of the hotel itself. "This would take me back." Flipped vertically, he wondered how the floor would look like, would it be hollowed out and rebuilt to be apart if the hotel? Or was it still the same but magic holding everything together with everyone walking on walls. He would have to find out himself, the thought of magic confused him though.

"~Oh hey little guy." Baxter looked up and saw the person the front desk demon warned him about. Angel towering over him like a dark green street lamp that had to be lit with a candle in the mid to late 20th century. He knew of this 'man' and what kind of disgusting works he indulged in. "Why don't ya let me take your bags for ya, I'll repay you."
"Nein, get away from me! Baxter, run! Run! RUN!" He took out a smoke bomb he designed himself that will not only cover the hallway in smoke, but can stun the enemy, make them pass out, and make them forget what happened five minutes prior. Only Baxter was immune to it since he designed it himself. But once the pin was pulled, the hallway puffed up in smoke less that a second. It gave him the chance to run away from the possible molestation. He ran with an expression that cried for help, cringe and uncomfortable disgust was all over his face. He needed to get as far away from any contact with anyone. He slowed down to turn the corner and a yellow square blocked his way. A janitor cart which at first looked like it was empty and not controlled by anyone was left in the middle of the hallway. Baxter crashes into it, almost making it tip over. The bucket of mop water splashed onto his blazer, he needed to find his room quickly so he could change out of it. From behind, he heard a high-pitched female voice at the far end of the hallway, "Oh my gosh, who did this?!" "This is not the best day for both of us, is it?"

Baxter finally found his room and jangled his keys to get the door open. His new safe room could now be entered but he wasn't done yet. He screamed trying to take his blazer off, he screamed as if his life depended on it, he screamed like a girl. He threw it into the bathtub and felt relieved for a bit. Now he needed to unpack all of his luggage, which might have been just as hard. He was calm now, getting all of his belongings from his briefcase and one strapped backpack. His ingredients, his formulas, his clothes, and other paperwork was put into place. He sat down on the couch and massaged his head. "This isn't going so well, I just want to rest." Suddenly, a knock was heard on his door, a fast and simple knock. "Ugh, can't I have some peace and quiet?" He groaned even more when he realized that the peephole wasn't even at his level, but thought it was strange that the doorknob was. Maybe there never was a peephole in any of the hotel rooms in the first place.  He opened the door not caring about what would happen next because he was too tired. "Yes, what do you want?"
"I want you to apologize."

"Apologize for-oh, you were the maid? The one who left that cart out?"

"Yeah, that was me. I followed your wet trail and...are you okay? You don't look so good."

Baxter's face held a tired and disappointed face since the beginning of the conversation. A face that said he wanted to be done with the day. A face full of pain.

"Look, we got off the wrong foot here. I'm Niffty, the hotel maid." She held out her gloved hand that extended to her biceps. They shook hands with their gloves touching.
"Baxter, and I'm sorry about earlier. I was running from someone and I couldn't control my velocity."

"No, I'm sorry for leaving the cart out like that. Did you get wet from it? I'll make it up for you." Niffty held her hands with a bit of a beg.

"What are you going to do for me?" Baxter asked nervously, hoping he wasn't in a plot for a vulgar film.

"I'll wash whatever got dirty. It'll be done super fast!"

"Hold on. I'll get it." Baxter went back to the bathtub and picked it up with a pinch. "Here, please don't shrink it."

"Here, some cleaning wipes for your hands. Or gloves." Niffty noticed his germaphobe actions and related, helping him out as well.

"Thank you, Niffty." He closed the door before she would say anything.

"I'll be back! Have a good day!" She called out to him hoping he would hear her through the door.

"Gee, what a weird guy. Wait, Baxter's a guy, a man, a booyyyyyy. Wooh, I found myself a man! And we're both the same height! It's like it was meant to be! Maybe if..." Niffty held his blazer in front of her and thought about sniffing his essence. But jumped back to reality knowing that bucket water spilled over it. "Nope! What's wrong with me?! That's gross, doesn't smell good, needs a wash. What was I thinking? Let's just get this washed, then maybe I'll have a little sniffle, hehehe." She held a mischievous smile as she threw it into the laundry basket of the cart.

"This might be the nicest thing that's happened to me this week, maybe in a long time. I think it's time for a shower."

AUTHOR'S note:
Man this was fun to write, I noticed there wasn't much stories about these smoll beings so I had to go all in. Working on two fanfics might be hard, but this is gonna be fun. I kinda think Alastor and Baxter are alike, probably alive in the same timeline at one point in history. But if there's one thing that contrasts them, is that Baxter doesn't like to touch people while Alastor gets close super friendly like a Gym Bro.