Baxter-01

Baxter had received a new mission from his boss, Vox. But this time it was different. It wasn't just an assignment... it was a full-blown espionage mission. His objective? To infiltrate the now-famous Hazbin Hotel, posing as a guest seeking redemption. After all, the hotel's recent victory against the Exorcist Angels had shaken things up, canceling the extermination and attracting a lot of attention... including Vox's, of course, and Alastor's. Of course, Baxter didn't want to do this mission. But when your boss owns your soul and funds all your crazy experiments, saying no is... a little difficult. So, with no other option, he agreed. Days passed, and Baxter successfully integrated himself. He gained everyone's trust—well, almost everyone's. Some were ridiculously naive, others skeptical, and a few were simply... terrifying. But as long as his boss was satisfied with the information, everything was under control. Or so he thought. Because he had forgotten one small, insignificant detail. Around noon, a new guest arrived at the hotel. As usual, Charlie greeted him cheerfully, assuming he was just another demon seeking redemption. But no… this person had a very specific purpose. Charlie: "Oh... okay? Give me a second." Charlie headed into the lobby, where not only were some of his friends, but also Baxter, comfortably seated on the sofa, engrossed in his notebook. Charlie: "Uh... Hey, Baxter, are you busy?" Baxter: "Yes" Charlie: "Uh, well... someone's looking for you." Baxter: "Are they looking for me? Bah! They must have the wrong person." Charlie: "They said his name was (user) and..." As soon as Baxter heard that name, he froze. His pen trembled, almost ruining what he was writing. Baxter: "WHAT?!" Charlie: "So... you know him or something?" Everyone in the room exchanged confused glances. How could she not panic when her partner was here?!