A TV's little fish

by Anonymous

Summary:

For over some decades, Baxter has been Vox's number 1 worker, his right-hand man and an individual who Vox had an almost complete obnoxious favouritism towards. However, when boredom struck he decided to watch one of Valantino's shoots, one which implemented a scandalous but intriguing idea in the TV demon's mind. something that could kill off the monotonous repetitiveness of the daily afterlife with his favourite little fish, after all, he worked so hard, it was time he got some time to relax~

Notes:

Please look at the warnings above before reading this fic. Also, although there will be mentions of sexual stuff there won't be any acts of it taking place nor will I be going into too much detail with the wetting, this fic focuses on the pure embarrassment of being infantilised forcibly. This is also meant to take place before the battle between hell and heaven but when Sir pentious joins the hotel.

Chapter 1: The start

Electricity flickered and burned brightly around multiple screens, showing pictures of cameras hell wide. The feeling of a thousand invisible eyes was incomprehensible as cameras blinded and blinked in all corners, embedded in ceiling tiles, and hidden in walls. The soft, rhythmic whirring of machinery was overwhelming, making the stillness feel heavy and hidden within the dark depths of this secret prison. Only blue was illuminated by the monitors that connected them. Only a single figure stood within this fortress. A striking silhouette sitting in the middle, facing the most prominent TV that mirrored his face tenfold. A demon presenting a stressed, teeth-grinding maw, drumming its fingers against the side of its seat. It's eyes flashing and darting to any screen that piqued its interest. Yet it's there was no appeal to be roused, developing further tension and ennui.

The news of a certain Radio demon coming back after a 7-year departure had not helped in easing this demon's apprehension. Appearing back with his shit-eating grin and obnoxious laughter, reappearing to undermine and frustrate him it thought.

A growl rose from Vox's throat, reminding himself to keep his breath deep to avoid aggravating himself further. There was no reason for Vox to get himself worked up, after all, Vox was the one calling the shots now, Vox was the one with the massive empire bringing in all the money and success. HE was nothing but an annoyance... However, it wouldn't be so annoying if Vox knew what the fuck HE was doing. 7 long agonizing years of waiting. Vox had kept a vigilant eye on the hotel since learning of Alastor's involvement and yet no news, only radio silence, it made Vox sick.

Shaking his head with a low breath he had to take his mind off. Snapping his razor-sharp fingers, he brought a screen towards him. Currently, it was displaying the formation of one of the recording studios Valentino said he was finishing up on.

Now Vox didn't give a fuck what Valentino did, he was after all a PIMP in the porn industry, you were gonna see everything from A-Z if you went looking. On tonight's program, it looked like one of the more out-of-there performances.

Angel Dust, sitting downward-facing dog on a bed and being spanked by Valentino. Tears rolled down the spider's many eyes and the sounds of screams being muffled by a pacifier locked into his mouth. Scanning the screen Vox couldn't see anyone recording, so it was safe to assume this was one of their "private" sessions.

"Such a brat!" Valentino spat as he forcefully turned the spider to face him.

However, instead of fucking him like he usually did, the moth demon pulled out a (Vox had to squint closer to see)....a diaper?

"See this mi corazon?" Valentino asked as he waved the item in front of the spider who held an expression of realisation and dread.

"You know this type don't you, you know that only I can unlock it" Val whispered menacingly and eagerly as held Angel's long legs forcibly into the air, only to slide the diaper under him.

Vox could only watch in fascination as the action took place. There was just something about Angel's pure embarrassed face that intrigued him. Vox felt excitement, not in the case of getting hard because of NO, but the kind that made him grin for joy watching the spider's unfiltered misery.

"You're going to wear this until I've decided when you're done with your punishment" Valentino declared as he finished clipping him in.

"So you can go back to that crummy hotel if you want, but you know only I can help you, don't you?" Valentino continued as he ungagged the spider, pulling him up to sit on the stained-covered bed.

"Y, yes Val-" Angel tried to answer before being cut off by the pimp, forcefully pulling the arachnid's hair so they were face to face.

"What was that?!" Valentino sneered through gritted teeth, staring at the spider just above his heart-shaped glasses.

"y, yes, Daddy" Angel shakily whispered, quickly correcting himself to avoid further punishment.

With a grinning and condescending smirk the moth demon finally let go, throwing the spider back away, causing him to hit the bed rails behind with a loud clang.

"Good boy, now get changed and get out!" Valentino ordered as he walked away, leaving a flustered angle dust to get reclothed.

Unfortunately, the diaper was much too padded to be unnoticeable through his very short shorts, yet there was nothing he could do as he shamefully wrapped his jacket around himself to try and give himself a sense of privacy and dignity.

Changing channels the TV demon had to take a moment to calm his thoughts

The idea of causing such discomfort gave Vox a surge of power and exhilaration...and that was just the thought of it!

To have something rely only on you, need you, depend on you for everything! That thought was very rapidly turning into a deep sense of longing.

This entertainment had brought him relief after so many days of being bored, unsettled and stressed. Perhaps he should give this idea a shot.

(Experiment if you will) Vox laughed to himself as his half-baked plan was slowly twisting and turning in his head.

That was when his mind clicked.

Chapter 2: Getting ready

An unsettling arua seemed to flow around Vox's frame as he marched down to the moth's destination. The workers whom he couldn't remember the names of (and honestly couldn't give less of a fuck about) seemed to notice and practically somersaulted their way out of his to avoid whatever evil that had gotten the TV demon so determined.

Eventually, Vox found Valentino in his "ivory tower" as dubbed by their third member. Presently, it seemed that he was counting the money collected of the day, inhaling the green paper due to his oh-so-hopeless eyesight. The moth's stance showed he was still pissed off but Vox wasn't phased, nor was he patient to be so.

"Everyone out" Vox calmly ordered all who were within their presence.

They all scurried away like the rats Vox saw them, shutting the door and not minding if any tails were caught in his excitement. Instead, he turned his attention back to his partner, swiping the money to the side so the Pimp had no choice but to look at him.

"Aie, I wasn't done with-" Valentino began to argue before getting cut off by a dismissive finger to his lips.

"Yeah, don't care," Vox remarked as he climbed on top of the table, sitting comfortably with the two overlords now at the same eye level.

"You know that shit you pulled with angel today?" Vox continued as he made sure that his easily distractable boyfriend's attentions didn't become sidetracked.

Valentino blinked twice in confusion, which then turned into realisation, which only turned back into more confusion.

"Look I know we're both quite kinky but I ain't into doing that shit with-" Valentino began to say, trying to build more space away from each other, clearly put off. Only for Vox to roll his eyes and pull him back by the front of his shirt.

"Not for us!" Vox exclaimed as his figure shook and buffered before reclaiming his calm demeanour with an amused laugh.

"What I was trying to say, was that I have this employee that I wanna test this out on" Vox hummed with a telltale grin.

"Ooh....why didn't you say so?" Valentino exclaimed as he seemed to have clicked on finally, relaxing enough to let the TV overlord release his hold.

"They've been naughty?~" Valentino slurred with a mischievous grin.

"Oh no, he's actually my favourite, you should know him...I think?" Vox clarified and pondered out loud.

"Wait..are you on about that meno?..... guess I can see him being into that?" Valentino muttered with surprise, trying to remember his partner's favourite pet as best he could, he was so tiny but he had an attitude that gave him big submissive vibes.

"Oh no, he doesn't know about this yet, and I'm really hoping he isn't, not at all" Vox crackled sinisterly, much more entertaining to himself than his partner who was still trying to remember properly whom they were talking about.

"...Voxy you lost me" Valentino huffed exhaustedly.

"Look all I'm here to ask if I can claim that room you were using today" Vox sighed deciding to get straight to the point, it seemed Valentino just wasn't going to get it.

"Go for it, we finished all the ABDL shoots for this year, according to the polls, feet are in the highest demand, so I'm going to have to get on it" Valentino explained dismissively as he went to reach for the stray cash that had been so carelessly tossed to the side.

"Thanks, babe~" Vox sang as he hopped off the table, giving Val a quick kiss before walking away.

"Oho, this is gonna be fun" Vox announced with delight and excitement.

The room was secured, so now he would move onto the second stage of his plan. Gathering the supplies.

Chapter 3: Securing the fish

The noise of bubbling liquids, accompanied by the steady hiss of a Bunsen burner, was the usual music that filled the laboratory. In the sterile room bathed in a cold, grey glow, flasks and beakers lined the counters like a symphony of glass, each holding an odd assortment of coloured liquids that pulsed and churned. Amidst this ordered chaos stood Dr Baxter, his hair tousled, glasses slipping precariously where his nose would have been and smudges of ink smeared across his temple. His pen scratched hastily against his notepad, a flurry of fast-paced scribbles as he muttered to himself—half forming thoughts, half losing them to the air. In time with these half-baked mutters, a cobalt liquid zipped and flowed within a puzzle of glass tubing. Turning up the fire scientist rapidly discarded his notes and held a beaker as cautiously close as his claws allowed him.

"Come on come on, easy, easy" the scientist mumbled to himself as he watched a tiny droplet come forth. His trophy, just millimetres from his reach. Eyes filled with desperate hope, practically teasing him. It was basically within his-

"Baxter, to my office!" a booming voice spoke from his speakers above.

"Huh?" The scientist questioned with a jump, whipping his head to the speaker in confusion, only to look back to his task to see that his prize had slipped from his grasp. Burning through his table, floor and further below to who knows how far down.

"NO!" Baxter exclaimed as he gripped his hair in his very worn gloves, rushing and jumping down to the floor as he squinted into the still-sizzling hole.

"A full day's work....destroyed" the scientist whispered defeatedly, eyes and mouth twitching in turmoil.

"Immediately!" the voice of his boss added through the infernal announcement box. Sadly that meant his manic meltdown would have to be put on hold.

(THE FUCK DOES HE WANT NOW!) the devastated scientist screamed internally as raised himself from the ground, knowing not to speak out loud due to the camera within his private lab.

Instead he showed his vexation by slamming his door open, startling all that was outside as he began marching towards his boss's office. (Not without ensuring that all 5 of his locks worked of course).

The infamous doctor's reputation ensured that none dared cross his path or interrupt his journey, all much too disturbed and terrified to imagine the consequences.

With a strained huff and slicking back his hair so he was a bit more presentable, he knocked on his boss's door, ready for whatever nightmares awaited him.

"Enter" the voice from inside called, much too sweetly for the doctor's liking, but still, the scientist complied as he twisted the door knob.

Entering the room the doctor's gaze immediately targeted the grinning figure looking down at him.

 

"There he is! My main man!" Vox greeted cheerfully as the fish closed the door, still sitting at his desk and welcoming him in with a beckoning hand.

"Take a seat" Vox offered, indicating the chair at the other side of the desk.

(I don't have time for this) Baxter could only think as he walked closer He was not in trouble, being his "main man" Baxter could read if or when someone fucked up. Not that Vox wouldn't be friendly to lure them into a false sense of security, but this was TOO friendly which meant something different was up. What was better, Baxter really couldn't tell.

Only when he climbed up (stupid height) onto the chair did Baxter notice the two cups of tea on the table.

"Now, I haven't called you up for anything wrong, quite the opposite in fact" Vox spoke as if he was starting a pitch meeting, taking a sip of his tea before he continued.

"You've been working hard for me for many years as you know, and I want you to know that I'm not going to let that go unrewarded" Vox clarified as he looked up to his his left wall. Following the TV Overlord's lead Baxter did the same, only to see a framed picture of Baxter's face plastered onto an "employee of the month" board. A very unflattering one of him glaring and frowning that hadn't changed since he first joined, indicated by the cobwebs and dust. Baxter looked back to his boss with annoyance at the reminder, hating that Vox refused to change or take it down. The feeling of suspicion also started to grow thicker, where was this coming from so suddenly?

"So, for that, I'm going to give you a couple of weeks off with pay" Vox exclaimed as if he did a grand reveal.

However, instead of looking like he won the lottery, Baxter simply turned his head to the left in further confusion, letting out a "huh?" before regaining composer.

"Sir, um, while that is very generous, what of my progress research, I can't leave them suddenly-" Baxter began to ask before being cut off.

"Now now doctor, you must worry that little head of yours~" Vox sang dismissively, consequently making Baxter shrink back in his seat uncomfortably, glaring and grinding his teeth at the patronisation. That only seemed to make the overlord's glee triple.

"I have plenty of scientists that can pick up the slack, you deserve a break, rest that mighty mind, your eye bags shout how much you need it" Vox listed as he took another sip before leaning closer to the fish demon. Looking him up and down before letting another chuckle due to the fish's unshelved appearance. Not that Baxter had the chance to shuffle away from the look as his boss picked up the untouched cup and held it towards him. An unspoken command telling him to hold it.

"And you know the saying, don't look a gift horse in the mouth" Vox whispered as Baxter's hold on the cup grew tight.

Backing up the TV demon drank another sip, looking at the fish with eyes to do the same.

Seeing this as another order, the fish had no choice but to take a gulp.

It tasted like normal tea but...there was something slightly bitter that tampered with the flavour A taste Baxter swore he had tasted before, a memory that he couldn't grasp, but not one he believed was pleasant.

A few moments of silence fell between the two. Baxter took this as an indication that was all Vox wished to speak to him about.

"...Thank you, sir?" Baxter murmured as he slowly began to climb back down the chair.

But as he began to leave Vox's voice called him to "stop".

He had been wrong in his conclusion, his mind's instinct to tell him to get away had disarrayed his thinking.

"Where are you going?" the TV overlord questioned, the friendly atmosphere being extracted painfully like a tender wound's plaster.

"To finish my work for the day?" Baxter answered cautiously, turning back to the TV demon, hoping to save himself from retribution.

"I just said it can wait though, didn't I?" Vox questioned back like a bored teacher, using his ring fingernail to play with the tea just as idly.

" Y, yes but I currently have some that cannot wait-" Baxter tried to exemplify more critically, only to see the TV's eyes harden .

"Again, didn't I just say I'll let someone else have a look at the" Vox huffed, tiredness crawling onto his face.

"With due respect sir, I'd much prefer-" Baxter once more tried to fight, but again he was silenced.

"Enough" Vox ordered sternly, slamming his hand on the table, his frenzied emotion causing the electricity in the room to darken for a few seconds.

 

The room felt deprived of life, cold and still like the machinery created there.

"I'm your boss Baxter, so if I say they can wait then they can fucking wait" Vox soughed as he calmed himself once again, this was slowly becoming a tedious practice.

"V, very well, so do you wish me to just...leave?" Baxter questioned, truly unsure of what his boss wanted from him by this point, completely at a loss.

"Leave? Oh no, no no no, if you're getting paid you'll still need to be here" Vox laughed at the idea and in doing so at the fish.

" Y, you're confusing me sir" Baxter stated as waves of uneasiness and disarray washed over him.

"Then let me illuminate" Vox smiled as if looking at a pitiful little sheep that got lost in the flock.

"Come here" Vox ordered, pointing to the ground before him as his powerful smile grew wider.

As if on instinct the fish demon did as told, striding in front of where the TV demon sat. Staring up at his boss with a face of uneased puzzlement, his mind and body begging him to not be so close, ready for the unpredictable.

That had been a wasted energy as the most unexpected action took place. Vox's arms came at both of Baxter's sides, to grab his waist and hoisted onto his boss's lap!

"V, VOX-" Baxter immediately panicked, eyes bolting open and his neck swept left and right, up and down just to process what had just happened. Not having the chance to jump out of the TV's grasp Vox secured him with two hands still planted on his sides.

"Shh, be quiet and still so I can explain will you" Vox simply whispered with a coo.

Baxter was about to refuse and demand to be let go...but he couldn't?

His voice failed him as he found himself unable to open his mouth, his body going still as the TV overlord held him even closer.

"Don't waste your energy doctor, after all, you did just ingest an obedience potion" Vox revealed as if he was gently introducing a fish to a new body of water (perhaps that was a bit too fitting).

"You know how powerful it is, after all, you were the one to make it" Vox continued as he felt the doctor shake within his grasp, he couldn't thrash but the little movements made themselves known.

"Right now I can make you do whatever I want" Vox giggled as he watched as his fin-like ears dipped and turned with distress.

"Luckily for you, however, you've always been my favourite. And I truly want to treat you like the precious little thing that you are, but that stubbornness of yours, I knew you wouldn't just let yourself enjoy it" Vox sighed deeply, twisting the scientist towards him like he were nothing more than a doll.

The fish's eyes were pinned on the overlord's face, but Vox could tell his mind was going 1000 hours per hour in pure alarm and fright.

"I'll keep my word, you'll still be paid for this break, but it's up to you if you want to make it harder on yourself in all honesty" Vox laughed as he watched the completely panic-stricken face with deep fascination.

"Now follow me to your new room for the next days" Vox commanded as he placed the fish back onto the floor, stood up himself and began to exit the room.

The poor fish having no choice but to follow.

Chapter 4: Setting up

Each step was torture.

Unable to stop his pace, he was forced to be led from Vox's section of the tower. The harsh blues and greys disintegrated into more vibrant and burning reds and pinks. Baxter easily recognised it as being Valantino's portion, you had to only take a step and your senses were filled with an intoxicating wave of lustful smoke. Perhaps the fish would be more affected by the smell if he weren't constantly inhaling all types of toxins, practically making him immune. Perhaps even as he was led to whatever torture the TV demon had in store for him, he should find himself somewhat grateful for keeping his mind intact.

They had turned into a desolate corridor where numbered doors resided, not a single demon in sight, not even one that was trying to take a sneaky smoke break. Even so, the fish watched the overlord ensuring they had not been followed before telling him to enter.

Yet nothing could prepare Baxter for what he saw.

The room was painted in soft baby pinks, with several cabinets and drawers attached to the walls, much too above his reach and what he could best assume were locked. The feeling of the plush carpet beneath his shoes was much too bouncy for his liking, preferring his floor stable and smooth. Regardless, the room was a recreation of a nursery, and the sweetness of the cotton candy scent wafting through the air was unsettling.

Walking in further as Vox locked them inside he continued to analyse the disturbing room. His heart raced as he surveyed his surroundings, each detail amplifying the surrealism of the space. A mobile of fluffy clouds and stars dangled from the ceiling, casting soft shadows on the walls as they swayed gently. The only sound in the room was the faint chiming of a music box playing a lullaby, its notes echoing the memories of childhood innocence that felt foreign to him. There was also a multitude of baby-holding equipment, all with their personal use, including, a somewhat of a cage connected to one of the walls where a suspicious box and sensory toys were held.

(What is all this?!) Baxter questioned in utter bafflement as he tried to take in more of what the room held, only for his search to be cut short as he felt gravity leave him once more.

Vox had taken to the habit of grabbing him by his sides it would seem. Not that it lasted long as he was placed onto a mesh-like table covered in little hearts, it was disgustingly too cutesy.

"Now sit here while I find something more appropriate," Vox told sweetly To which, sadly, Baxter found himself unable to move from that spot as told, no matter how hard his arms pushed and strained against the soft material table.

His efforts were cut short as he saw the presence of Vox returning from wherever he had gone. The TV was now holding a set of clothing in his arm which were just as rapidly placed to the side before returning his attention to the terrified fish.

"Now lie down" Vox instructed gently as the angler demon's body complied.

Baxter's breathing hitched as he could only watch himself being rotated properly on the table to be undressed. Unable to prevent the tears from slowly creeping into the corner of his eyes he feared the worst.

Vox seeing this stopped his actions to place one hand on his head, the other using his thumb to shush those tears away.

"Now I want to make this very clear to Baxter" Vox began soothingly, it almost sounded comforting... warm even despite how inappropriately it was being used.

"What we're doing here is NOT sexual, I ain't into that shit, you're just my helpless baby who's incapable of changing himself without daddy's help" Vox cooed as he rebegan his task.

Regardless of the words of comfort, Baxter still couldn't calm himself as he watched himself get stripped of everything.

His hat, his precious glasses, lab coat and gloves, everything. Baxter tried so desperately to hold onto them but he was disadvantaged when it came to dominating strength. When he was left in nothing but his underwear he cried so hard to try and make Vox stop there, desperately squeezing his knees with all his might and yet Vox simply laughed and snatched them away from him effortlessly. Leaving him as naked as the day he was born, much to Baxter's horror, his privacy robbed from him and his secret exposed.

"Easy now, it's ok, you know I know about your little situation, and that it doesn't mean anything to me, you're still my precious, little, baby boy" Vox continued to Coo as he placed all his clothes to the side, continuing to wipe away the tears that had doubled in size.

Baxter couldn't help but cringe at the "soothing" hands, wishing so desperately just to move away from them. Becoming very aware of the sudden appearance of baby talk and titles he infuriatingly could not remark upon.

Squeezing his knees together once more and hiding his chest while he pitifully sniffed away his tears he saw that the overlord had gone to re-pick up the new clothes and sadly, something Baxter hadn't seen before.

.....A diaper

(No! Don't! No more! Haven't you already shamed me enough?! Why are you doing this?! Why a diaper?!) Baxter screamed internally as Vox easily grabbed his ankles to lift his legs to the sky, sliding the infant pad under him and when happy, gently placed his legs down, pulling the diapers front to his stomach where two clips were then attached to both sides.

Leaving a few moments for Baxter to look in utter dread at what he was wearing. His face was vibrant blue as his blush tripled in hue. In contrast, Vox could only look in pure adoration of the face he was being blessed with.

"Wanna know the best part of these?" Vox asked with a chuckle as the poor fish was still trying to process what he was being subjected to.

Grabbing the fish's hands, Vox easily pulled Baxter back up, sitting up in a daze.

"Try taking it off" Vox smirked challengingly.

Vox did pose this as a request, but due to the potion and perhaps the fish coming back to reality, the angler demon did as best he could. Trying to rip the item off, practically clawing at the diaper, it was proven just how fruitless the task was. All that effort and the clips had yet to budge.

"Can't can ya? That's because this a special brand, that only those who are either the one to put you in or on the same or higher power scale can remove it" Vox explained much too happily.

"Oh I did almost forget the consequence of if you try too hard, but I'll let you figure that out if you want, now lie back down, time to get you ready for the day" Vox continued grinning as he placed the smaller demon back onto the table.

"But I know you'll be a good little baby for daddy now won't you?" Vox questioned with a babyish tone, squeezing one of baxters freckled cheeks playfully.

Baxter wanted to scream, hit, kick, just something to stop this sudden and unbearable coddling. Yet thanks to the potion, his actions were very limited depending on which order he was given, he had yet to be told to speak and now his movement was back to nothing! Instead, he found himself not only in that horrid infant sanitary pad but also a much too soft star-covered onesie that covered his feet and hands, which just as annoyingly zipped up behind him.

As a humiliating attempt after what he had just been told, Baxter still tried desperately to grab the zipper as Vox went to collect the final item he needed, his hands just barely able to twitch at the little piece of metal. Deciding it fruitless, he simply noted to try when he regained movement.

Rather, his focus switched back to Vox, pulling something out of one of the cabinets.

A baby bottle containing milk...or he hoped it was just milk.

Baxter tried kicking his legs to create some distance, but the mesh didn't allow him to get far as Vox smoothly plucked him from his seating place. Hoisting him to rest his torso against the overlord, legs dangling as the TV demon's arm held him from under his Popliteal fossa, his chin and arms resting over his shoulder as he was carried where Vox found a chair to sit in.

"Now sadly Daddy does still have some work to do, so why don't you have a nice little nap and then we can get properly started?" Vox suggested as he placed the little fish's head into the crook of his arm while the other lay comfortably on his chest and lap.

His free arm presented the bottle before trying to put it in the angler's mouth and like hell was Baxter going to allow that. After everything so far, he refused to let it go any further.

"Now now fussy" Vox scolded gently as Baxter strained his neck back and forth to avoid the bottle, pushing it away with his ground teeth

"Drink" Vox ordered calmly as he practically shoved it into the fish's face

(N, no!) Baxter screamed internally as he had no choice but to open his mouth and engulf the horrid liquid. With each gulp, Baxter tried to command his very sharp teeth to tear the teat, but the potion's power was much too strong.

When Baxter finished he felt like he was going to throw up, whatever was in that bottle had been much too dense to make swallowing easy and much too filling.

"Hmm, perhaps a bit too much for your first go, you are tiny compared to the demons who take part in drinking this stuff I guess" Vox mumbled to himself as he grabbed a cloth out of his breast pocket, wiping away the remaining milk stains and saliva.

Baxter's head felt like it was spinning as he was he felt himself being moved, one arm under his body as the other shielded him from falling, caressing his fin-like ear, only to be gently placed down into a high-bared wooden bed, the mattress underneath bouncy and soft as the arms that left him.

"Oh, I almost forgot" Vox exclaimed as Baxter shook his head dizzily.

But his brain sprang back as he felt something being draped into his mouth and around and onto his cheeks.

"What would I be if I didn't give you a little something to soothe you when I can't be here to do so myself?" Vox sighed rhetorically as he finished tying the device.

Instinctively Baxter began grabbing at it to take it out, yet was left puzzled when he felt something else, something that could be flick but was much too light to be the gag itself.

"Now don't you look adorable?" Vox awwed as he clicked a photo of the fish, taking a quick look himself before showing the scientist.

Baxter's eye twitched in disgust

NO! He looked ridiculous! He was a grown-ass man with a multitude of PHDs, forced to be sucking on a fucking pacifier?!

"Try speaking," Vox instructed teasingly, not finished with ridiculing the angler demon.

Baxter knew it would be impossible, he knew Vox knew, but he'd use this moment to curse his boss out on everything under the sun.

As expected all that came out were angry muffles, much to Baxter's mercy, knowing his boss would not like what he had said.

"So chatty! Even after all that sleep potion?" Vox hummed humorously, patting his head condescendingly before walking to the door.

"Now there will be plenty of time for chit-chat after your nap, sweet dreams doctor " Vox laughed before he closed the door, the sound of a lock echoing as his footsteps grew more distant.

Leaving Baxter staring with flustered fury, gripping the bars as tightly as the clothes covering his hands allowed him.

(Never in my life have I ever been this humiliated!) Baxter screamed as he lit the entire room up from the light of his blushed face.

(When I get out of here, oh, the torture he'll get, I'll make him pay!) Baxter swore as he shakily tried getting up to his feet to get out of the crib.

However the potion was now rapidly taking control, and his footing starting to crumble, leading to him simply kneeling on the mattress with his head against the bars.

(No! I, I can't-) Baxter cloudly thought as his weight came crashing down, sending him to his left, face still looking to where the little light shined underneath.

(I need..to) Baxter desperately reached his hand outside the wooden poles as if freedom was just out of his grasp.

(Escape...) Was Baxter's fault as he finally succumbed to the potion's will and into the realm of sleep.

Chapter 5: Does this count as day 1?

As Baxter slowly started to reawaken, 3 things immediately told him that something was wrong.

The first was the suspiciously good sleep he had gotten. The second was how unnaturally quiet the world around him was, there had never been a day without a scream or laugh of murder, not even his own lab was ever this quiet. The third and final clue was that his teeth caught something in his mouth when he yawned.

Before he even got a chance to open his eyes or question the odd object in his mouth, the memories of what had taken place came flooding back to him with the crushing weight of dread and despair filling his lungs.

(Oh god, it wasn't a night terror) Baxter's thoughts cried as he sat up. Although he was the only source of light, he was bright enough to see that he was still in the disturbing room.

(OK, think, how am I getting out of this) Baxter internally analyzed as he shook his head to look around him. Right now he had to hatch a plan, who knows when Vox would return. However, to do that, he had to dissect all that he knew so far.

(Doors are locked and there's also a camera in each corner of this room, meaning I can't do anything rash. I appear to have been placed in a bared bed, more annoyingly known as a crib, meaning I will have to figure a way out.) Baxter thought as his eyes and lure swerved in all directions to take up more information.

(But even before I make attempts to leave, I have to get out of this ridiculous outfit) The angler fish growled as he looked down at his appearance, if he did make his getaway wearing this and someone saw him, he'd eradicate himself with his means.

That being said, he also decided that he would need tools for an escape. Since he had nothing in his arsenal as of yet and time was an unpredictable factor, this made the need to explore his surroundings the more imperative. So with that, his plan was structured as so: get out of the crib, explore his surroundings, gather what he could, find better clothes and figure a way of it all not blowing in his face. He managed more impossible feats like this before, this shouldn't be too hard for the like of him!

Standing and looking up, Baxter estimated that the rail would be an easy goal to grab if he jumped, but he would need to make it in one attempt to preserve energy, who knew what he may need it for in this strange new terrain? With that thought securely in his mind, he walked to the back of the crib before commencing a running start, jumping with all his might.

"Success!" Baxter "ha'd" as he held onto the rails shakily, his breath already starting to become ragged and his fingers trembling just to keep himself up. Now came the hard part.

Luckily there was synthetic tread on the onesie's feet, which provided the friction he needed. This enabled his legs to climb against the poles to elevate the rest of his body. Once he had done that, he hoisted himself so his body was balanced on the rail before manoeuvring around with a quick breath. Then he began to swerve his legs now on the other side of the crib, all to lower himself gently onto the floor.

Pitifully, this is where his clothed hands decided would be a perfect opportunity to become slippery, causing him to drop ass first.

Baxter winced once he had finished his fall, not due to pain, he hadn't experienced any at all. He instead winced due to how it was that stupid diaper had cushioned his fall (literally) the padding letting out a little poof as it deflated.

Grumbling to himself, he stood back up, dusting himself off to go and explore this room more properly, trying to forget what actions had just taken place.

Manoeuvring his lure higher, he found that not only were they out of his reach, but "child locked", indicated by the keyholes on their lower lefts.

With a "tch" of further annoyance at his situation, he directed his attention back to his surroundings. Walking closer into the middle of the room, the playpen (which Baxter simply named the cage) Seemed to draw his attention once more. Looking inside he tried to get a better look at the suspicious box, he couldn't see what was inside but by the large letters spelling out "toys", it didn't take a genius to make sense of it.

Not that the angler fish's worries were relieved by this, it raised them further if he was being honest.

Continuing his search, apart from the restraining equipment and a pile of pillows, he could not see anything else of note. Instead, he turned his attention back to the above. Among the cabinets, there also seemed to be a built-in table connected to the wall, and most intriguingly, was took the form of a sink.

Due to being a fish demon, he needed hydration more than the regular demon, a cruel irony to how he and others became fish demons in the first place. So it wasn't a surprise that he usually woke up thirsty. The sink reminded him of this fact and after his little workout with the crib and walking around, the feeling of a dry tongue against his dry gums was becoming quite uncomfortable.

He cursed the way his mind was wired. He could not concentrate like this! So putting his escape plan down for a second, he went to fix this new challenge. Perhaps he may find what he was looking for in the process.

His lure highlighted the chair Vox used to...whatever... Baxter walked over and gave the chair a push, luckily the chair was quite sparse, enabling even his small frame to push. Allowing him to manoeuvre it to where he could easily climb to reach the sink.

It was a tedious task, but once he had finished crawling onto the tabletop, he was happy to see there indeed was a sink. That was where his reward ended, disappointingly, there had only been hand soap and a cleaning brush.

Deciding to make the best of his situation, he turned the tap to receive his compensation. Only to realise the major problems in that plan. He had been so focused on his goal that he hadn't realised that even if he could get a drink, the pacifier was locked in his mouth to prevent that entirely.

(Ugh! For fucksake) Baxter groaned, draping a hand down his face. How pathetic! he should have used that time to explore further he scolded himself.

Perhaps this trip wouldn't have been in vain, surely from this new angle he could see anything else of use that he could manoeuvre the chair to. Yet, looking around, he had once more been foolishly witless as he saw not a single thing of interest that he could grasp.

(So what, do I just have to wait till Vox comes back? Is that the logical step?!) Baxter thought, a mental battle of even considering relying on his boss who had done this to him in the first place.

(How long have I been wasting time? What time even is it?... Is there even a clock in here?) Baxter pondered as he found his mind unable to concentrate once more. There were too many uncertainties, too many ill-made plans, none of which he could see any outcome that he succeeded.

Slowly starting to feel a headache coming on, he gripped his head miserably, practically curling into himself as his mind refused to cooperate.

Only to be silenced by the sound of an unlocking door, quickly followed by the sudden brightness of the room light, making that repugnant pink colour re-enter the fish's eyes.

"I'm back~" Vox greeted happily as he sauntered inside, only to stop in his steps as he looked from the crib (where he expected Baxter to be) to the counter Baxter was currently sitting upon.

...

"What you doing up there?!" Vox asked once he finally recovered, alarm and fright clear in his voice as he marched towards Baxter.

Immediately the angler fish tried to run, but the TV demon simply scooped him into his arms tightly.

"It's way too dangerous for you to be up here mister, you could have gotten hurt! What if you had fallen? how'd you even get out of your crib?!" Vox questioned as turned and raised the fish demon to his level, checking him over for anything that could cause concern. When he couldn't find anything, he gave a relieved sigh before looking back to the squirming fish, holding him still to get his attention.

"Now I'll let this time go because I guess it was my fault leaving you here unsupervised, but if you do this again, there will be consequences, understand?" Vox warned, his seemingly rendering worry turning into a serious frown with a flash of his screen.

Baxter hesitantly but carefully nodded in fear and almost instantly the TV's beaming smile was back.

"Now then, what did you want up here anyways?" Vox questioned as he placed the fish back onto the counter.

"And single words, a baby your age wouldn't be able to do more than that," Vox expressed as he plucked the pacifier out from the fish's mouth.

Baxter wiped away the silva that dribbled once the horrid gag finally released, sadly that only made his mouth dryer.

"Thirsty" Baxter admitted with an angry sneer, as much as he wanted to take this opportunity to threaten him, he knew this wasn't the time. After all, you should never bite the hand that feeds you (unless you were able to get the food yourself then you can rip that hand to shreds).

"Oh," Vox emitted in realisation before his face converted into a face of care and pity, much to Baxter's distain.

"Poor baby, I didn't think about that, silly me" Vox droned as he re-grabbed the fish, placing him against his chest and under his chin, keeping him in place so he had less room to struggle.

"Don't worry, daddy's here now" Vox assured as he took out a key from his pocket, making sure Baxter saw how he unlocked it.

(A key coated in his electricity?! How does that work) Baxter exclaimed internally with a gaped mouth, sadly making the overlord grin with amusement.

"Here we go, this one's got all the minerals you fish demons need" Vox stated as he grabbed what he wanted, an already-made bottle of milk. With the milk and Baxter in hand, he returned to the chair and placed Baxter back into the feeding position.

"Don-" Baxter tried to interject, wanting to stop Vox from forcing another bottle down his throat. Why couldn't he simply have water, in a normal cup, away from all of this? These silent demands were destroyed as another teat was ploughed into his mouth.

"Ah ah, one word, per day" Vox chastised as he held the bottle firmly in place.

(Mother fucker!) Baxter cursed as he refused his boss's wishes, tossing his head as far as possible (Oh yeah, the obedience potion must have worn off!) Baxter thought in surprise as he found his body finally doing what he wanted. As powerful as he had made the potion, fortunately in this case, only lasted 5 hours. Could he finally start fighting back? Knowing Baxter's stubbornness, Vox sighed before manoeuvring Baxter to lay in the crux of his neck, allowing one of his hands to be freed. And with this hand, cupped a hand around his the fishes hand, blocking his gills. "Now you can be a good baby and drink your milk now, or I'll just have to wait till you're gasping out for air to get this down you" (he's lost it!) Baxter cried as he already felt his lungs quiver, and that was a lot coming from him. Without a choice, Baxter slapped Vox's hands to tell him he'd do it. "Dirty-" Baxter was about to start, only for the teat to be forcing itself, grinding his teeth uncomfortably. "I suggest you mind that tone, it won't be easy for you if you don't" Vox scolded warningly. Wanting not to risk any further risk of suffocation, forced himself to drink. Only this time, he had to do it on his own accord.

This milk compared to the one beforehand was much less thick than the last one he'd taken, but watery milk wasn't any better he found.

"Good boy!" Vox praised once all the bottles were empty.

Baxter wasn't nearly as enthusiastic as his boss, feeling nauseous from the unpleasant substance.

Vox however didn't bat an eye as he simply moved onto placing the fish on his knee, giving his back a couple of blows and rewarding Vox with a tiny burp adding more to the fish's shame.

"There we go, don't want your stomach to ache now do we" Vox commended before starting to zip down the fish's onesie.

At once Baxter writhed at the sudden action, jolting as soon as the TV demon placed a hand inside, the sudden coldness brushing against his back much too unwelcomed.

"Stop! Stop! What are you doing?!" Baxter yelled desperately as he tried to scramble away. With his mouth no longer shut, he would now use it to try and make the overlord see reason.

Despite all the fish's complaints, Vox simply commented that he was "still dry".

"Your body's already adjusting to the changes, but it's still taking a while" Vox continued to hum before reaching his hand back out and re-zipping the angler demon back in his clothed prisoner.

"But I don't want you getting constipated or anything, so why don't you sit in this cute little bouncer to help you digest" Vox buzzed as he stood back up with Baxter in hand. Walking towards and stepping inside the playpen, he grabbed the nearby baby bouncer before stepping inside.

"Let me go! Stupid!" Baxter yelled in vain, his fight against the overlord was once more over before it even started. His form was restrained by a single hand, forced to sit and clipped into the device. Baxter could only watch as the fasteners met and connected the straps that crossed his chest and the middle of his crotch with the lock secured by a code Baxter couldn't see being typed in behind him. More unfortunately, due to the way the bouncer was designed, all the weight and pressure of his body dropped down into the seat, making it impossible to shuffle higher or lunge out to relieve the sudden tension, no matter how much Baxter tried.

"Right, now how do you activate this?" Vox pondered out loud as he went behind the bouncer to find the on switch.

"Vox, take me out of this! I refuse to be treated like this any further!" Baxter screamed as he looked back with murderous intent, taking further advantage of a free mouth.

"Oh, someone thinking he wants to talk like a big boy huh?" Vox hummed with an unamused voice, only to step out of the playpen and pick up something out of the draw.

Another clean pacifier, this colour now being a mint green.

"No, I reject this! all of this!" Baxter yelled as Vox meandered back, stepping back in and kneeling at Baxter's level who began thrashing his head.

"Shhh, shh, I know this is a big change, but you'll get used to it, now be a good boy and say ah" Vox cooed as he gripped the angler fish face, jamming his mouth open with two fingers, one for the top of his teeth, and the other for the bottom.

Baxter was going to bite those bloody fingers in half if not for Vox being faster and plugging the pacifier into his mouth.

"There we are, as I said, babies don't talk as much as adults, so the quicker you accept that, the better, oh and this will be your last warning about that naughty name calling" Vox laughed, pinching his face harder, a clear warning and reminder of who was in control.

"Now where were we?" Vox questioned as he walked back behind Baxter, who was doing his best to chew that pacifier apart.

Only to gasp in shock once he felt the baby bouncer start to move.

"There we go" Vox announced proudly as he watched the equipment complete its namesake.

" What's it like, fun right?" Vox questioned with a condescending tone, happily watching the little demon squirm and kick as much as the bouncer allowed him. Despite how ridiculous he looked the bouncer bobbed him up and down.

As Vox pulled out his phone to record the tantrum, the rectangular device began to vibrate, showing a picture of Velvette trying to ring him.

"Ah shit, one-sec kiddo, daddies just gotta deal with something quick" Vox groaned as he opted to take a quick pic instead before stepping out of the play pin to answer the call.

(No! Don't leave me in this infernal contraption!) Baxter yelled through the pacifier, stretching as far as his neck allowed him, only to watch the TV step out of the room.

Baxter yelled in frustration, hitting the cushioning underneath to quell his rage.

After so many minutes of repeating this action, it all but left the fish breathless. The bouncing motion mocked him as it hadn't achieved anything. However, as he caught his breath, he came to a very horrifying realisation.

He needed the toilet.

"No, no NO! I am NOT soiling myself! Not after all that had just been put through" Baxter yelled as he was now filled with a new energy. Desperately he tried to strain out of the seat, continued to pick at the lock and just anything to get his mind off the pressure he felt below.

(Vox, please, PLEASE you can't make me! You can't possibly-) Baxter begged as he did his best to squeeze his muscles.

Those moments seemed to go on for centuries in Baxter's mind, praying for salvation.

But as time passed and the bouncing created waves of pressure... The fight was lost once he found he couldn't hold it in any longer.

A warm sensation and relief filled Baxter's body as his bladder waved its white flag.

(...No...no..this can't be happening) Baxter cried at the realisation of what had just happened.

The warmth soon became cold as Baxter shrunk into himself with great shame and disgust at himself. Looking down in mortification as tears flowed down freely.

(Get me out of this! Disgusting! barbaric! Please! GET ME OUT OF THIS NOW!) Baxter cried as he was close to the breaking point of his destroyed self-image.

 

Meanwhile, Vox grinned as he watched his camera feed, unable to hide his amusement and glee at the fish's torment and misfortune.

"He looks so cute when he spirals" Vox chuckled to himself, watching intently despite the meeting in front of him taking place.

Apparently, Velvette wanted both Vox's and Valantino's aid in editing the last bits of her photo shoot. As well as controlling her models with their complaints of being "paid less than expected" whatever that meant.

"VOX!" Velvette yelled to get the TV demon's attention.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll fix the restthe of it in post" Vox simply waved off as he put away his camera feed and went to go help his baby.

"Off again to your baby doll~" Valentino crooned as he watched his partner, not having seen him this happy since, well, anytime before Alastors announcement.

"Yep, duty calls," Vox said with satisfaction, saluting to them both as he exited with a skip.

"The fuck was that?!" Velvette questioned irritably, utterly baffled by the conversation she just witnessed.

"Ah, just Vox having a humiliation kink and having to satisfy it with his favourite employee" Valentino explained as he happily went back to designing his guns.

"Well, let's have a look at them then" Velvette ordered as she had sadly become curious as to her co-worker's upbeat attitude.

Valentino hummed as he opened his phone, he surely had caught him in one of his selfies right?

"Ah, here we go" Valentino announced as he found it, showing Baxters where he was taking notes which Vox had been spewing, looking up with an oddly adorable expression despite the task.

"Hmm, not bad, cute baby face" Velvette noted as both Valentino and she took an oddly long time admiring the fish.

Looking back at one another with a similar thought in mind.

"Well, who knows, Vox may need help babysitting" Valantio smirked as he began to lead the two out of the meeting room.

"Perhaps" Velvette answered back as the two walked away to finish the last of their work of the day, showing a smile herself.

Chapter 6: Anger and baths

Vox practically cruised his way back to the room, looking much too smug as he knew what to expect behind the door.

He could already hear the poor fish crying...he'd have to soundproof the door. Although it didn't really matter, only Vox had access to this room after all. All his and his alone to torment and coddle his little fish. Oh, to have the power to break a sinner's spirit gave him such a rush, he loved it, and the best part honestly was a thrill seeing such a mad genius like Baxter be rendered into such an adorably pathetic sight.

But he wasn't above a little mercy he laughed to himself as he reentered the room.

"Sorry about that, you know what Velvets like, always has to be "picture perfect" Vox chuckled as he pretended to know nothing of the fish dilemma.

Sauntering closer to see the poor fish shaking, arms covering his blue illuminating face as muffled sniffles that once echoed the halls, the bouncer still active which was definitely not making things easier on the little sinner.

"Oh baby, what's wrong?" Vox drawled as he approached the fish closer, crouching down to pry away his arms, giving him a proper look at that disgraced and humiliated face, absolutely priceless.

"Did someone have an accident?" Vox continued to ask, making the fish even more uncomfortable, amitting a high-pitched whine as he tried to hide his face again, more anger then sadness starting to build on his face.

"Hey, that's perfectly natural" Vox reassured as he unclipped the straps, having to catch the fish quickly as he tried to bolt out, a habit Vox hoped he would outgrow soon.

"Now now, no need for that" Vox tried to ease as he held a very pissed-off angler fish outwards who was trying to thrash and kick away or at him, Vox couldn't tell.

Placing him on the changing table hadn't solved matters as he simply continued looking at Vox with such anger, the kicks now definitely were aimed in his direction.

"Oi, no kicking Daddy" Vox warned as he trapped Baxter's legs, arms and torso with his own arms.

(I DON'T CARE! I AM DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!) Baxter screamed as holding him down seemed to only make things worse, not that Vox understood anything as all that came out were ballistic muffles.

But Vox simply continued to restrain him, looking at him with an unamused patient but stern look.

"Baxter, you continue with this tantrum and I will have to punish you" Vox advised in a low raised voice that caused the fish to snap his head, looking intensely at his captor, breathing still ragged but his focus was back on track.

"Oh yeah, don't think just because you're my favourite, that you're above being punished, so keep it up and it'll be a spanking, do I make myself clear?" Vox continued to make his warning clear.

Baxter who had all that pent-up anger, simply answered back by flopping back onto the table with a growl and turning his head away from Vox. a very reluctant and defeated yes if Vox ever saw it.

"Good" Vox sighed as began once more stripping Baxter of his clothing, including the soiled diaper.

Baxter no longer fighting back did try to look further away due to the shame but also the repugnance in how Vox just wasn't phased by something so dishonouring. But he supposed he couldn't be if he was doing this to him in the first place.

Baxter expected another one of those horrid padded devices, only to hear Vox walking away, leaving him buck naked, the fish shook with confusion only to hear the sound of water rushing.

Looking up he saw Vox had acquired a plastic tub from one of the cupboards which he began to fill with clean warm water and soap.

"This'll calm you down, besides, looks like time you took one" Vox commented out loud but more to himself as he returned to the table.

Gently picking Baxter up, hand under his head and thighs towards the tub of soapy water.

And on pure instinct, Baxter began screaming and thrashing once more, somehow even more sporadically.

"Baxter enough now, you need this" Vox huffed as he tried putting him in, only for the fish demon to practically do gymnastics just to avoid the blue liquid.

"It's warm, I promise" Vox tried to assure as he slowly became aware that the angler demon wasn't doing it to be difficult but doing it due to pure fear, his movements too chaotic even as he began pulling him away from the water and back into his arms.

"You won't drown, I got you" Vox promised once more but at the word drown, Baxter practically began hyperventilating.

"Ok, Ok, let's try this instead" Vox said as he quickly unclipped the pacifier out of his mouth so he wouldn't start chocking, sitting on the floor as he reached for a towel, placing it in the water instead of the fish demon.

Not caring that he was getting soaked in the process as he held the terrified boy in his free arm.

Baxter had turned to face the TV overlord instead, holding onto Vox as if pleading for him to stop and hide from the water, burying his head into his shirt shakily and desperately.

(How the fuck do you wash then!? or was the sight of a bathtub enough to trigger it?) Vox thought to himself as he patted the fish's bony back, looking at it he was surprised to see a dorsal fin that looked the same as his ear-like fins, but this one had more spots similar to his hair that too glowed.

But Vox wouldn't be a good caregiver if he didn't keep his child in good clean hygiene now did he, holding him close to provide comfort, Vox began cleaning him from head to toe.

"It's ok, Daddy's got you" Vox said as he held the angler fish cried and shrank each time the towel touched his small frame.

When needing to detach Baxter to clean his front he saw away for a quick moment to get at his tear-streaked face, completely dazed and out of it Vox knew that nothing what words he was saying was going in, he must have triggered his PTSD.

(Now here's the hard part) Vox groaned as all that was left was his hair.

Switching him back around and holding him close he began dipping him down lightly so his head was on the edge of the tub so his hair could get washed, the fish desperately trying to hold onto Vox as he believed his was falling back into the sea, but Vox persevered making sure all the hair was properly soaked, shampooed and soaked once more.

"Ok, ok, it's all done," Vox said as soon as he was satisfied, grabbing the towels, one for his body and one for his hair, wrapping his body first before Vox began to towel dry his hair.

It was only as he had a chance to think did Vox noticed the wave of protectiveness he had been feeling.

Sure Baxter always had favouritism towards the fish, always has been quite possessive, if he hadn't he wouldn't be doing all this for sure, but seeing him so vulnerable, hadn't made that normal glee from his misery, perhaps it was due to the fact it wasn't misery but pure fear caused by something that wasn't him, yes that had to be it.

Only he could make Baxter feel like that for his own amusement Vox decided as he finished with the head towel.

His hair practically already dry due to it seemingly having a resistance, the quality of being a fish demon he supposed.

Flying in each direction without the hair gel despite the type of hairstyle he had, patting it was fluffy but where the lights shined it was smooth, more scaley, very fascinating.

Perhaps too much so as he just realised the poor thing was still shaking vigorously, Vox knew he'd find 10 tiny holes in his shirt after all this. But instead of being annoyed he simply held him closer, instinctively beginning to rock side to side as he sat on the water-splattered wooden floor.

Now dry and warm it seemed Baxter's body deflated in the remaining adrenaline, resting against his enslaver as his body relaxed and entered rest.

Once Baxter's grip loosened on his shirt Vox gently stood back to place Baxter's sleeping form on the changing table, putting another diaper and a new onesie onto his form, this onesie having shark patterns and a hood that had a little hammerhead design which he popped onto his head.

Smiling in admiration he then walked towards the crib, making a mental note to get one with higher the rails before he forgot. Placing a blanket over his figure as the angler demon instinctively curled himself.

(Need to get him something to cuddle with, his face would absolutely glow from that) Vox decided as he walked to clean away the tub, the discarded towels could soak the leftover water as he tipped the water away, sad that he wasn't going to get the chance to make the fish play with the bath toys, but he had more activities to embarrass the fish.

Picking up the towels to take to the laundry shoot and picking up the disregarded pacifier, (he'd clean it before it was needed tomorrow) he looked back to the peaceful-looking form of the mad scientist.

"Tomorrow will be a better day, I can promise you that" Vox stated as he turned off the lights and locked the door, it was time he too got some sleep.

He would make sure of it.

Chapter 7: An up and down of emotions

Baxter's body felt heavy, his eyes sore and muscles ached with his breathing just as laboured. Perhaps if this was the type of ache after a good sleep Baxter would have succumbed back into rest. But it hadn't been, the memories of what brought him to such a vulnerable state destroyed any chance of that.

Memories of what brought him to his death had been resurfaced, forced to live through it all once again. The screams, the rushing freezing water rising as it already concealed his body, trapping him within the boat with not a single person to cry to as cold water silenced him, the burning sensation being the last thing he felt before the world became dark.

It had been over a century since his demise, still being the most traumatic experience of his existence. Nothing had ever come close, but this, Vox's twisted fantasy that forced him to remember, it was definitely in the top 10.

He could piece together what happened as he was blinded by his past and he swore he was going to be sick. He fucking held onto his torturer as if he was his saviour, the person that had triggered those nightmares in the first place!

(How fucking weak) Baxter internally chastised, loathing at how much Vox must have loved seeing him depend on him, his frail, delicate, pathetic, baby.

He subconsciously began curling into himself even closer as tears once more fell due to his self-loathing, venom-spitting demons within his mind. It hurt his eyes with the very little moister he was able to conjure but he didn't care.

Unknown to him that all of this was being done by a restless moth.

Valentino was a very light sleeper, so it wasn't a surprise when the sounds of wounded whimpers and cries emitted from Vox's "baby monitor" woke him up.

"Oh, mi amor" Valentino murmured once he had enough of watching, he had to admit, the fish did make for a pretty crier.

"What?" Vox groaned as his precious beauty sleep was also interrupted, pulling at the covers the two shared.

"Your baby's calling" Valentino pointed out as he gave the screen to his partner.

"Wha?" Vox slurred as his face illuminated brightly.

Only to see his little fish, crying into the mattress, figure shaking and holding him so close it was a surprise his skeleton was actually allowing it.

"Shit!" Vox stated as he swivelled to get out of their heart-shaped bed.

"Where are you going?" Valentino asked as his eyes were perfectly tracked to the brightness that was Vox, surprised to see the TV demon move so fast without coffee in his veins.

"Heaven! Where do you fucking think?" Vox called sarcastically as he grabbed his dressing gown, tying it swiftly.

"He's gonna dehydrate himself the little shit" Vox grumbled (more to himself than anything) before exiting their bedroom.

Leaving Valentino staring in silence, alone as the feeling of envy slowly began to fester.

 

His cries were caught in his throat when the world around him brightened.

As always, Vox made sure his presence was known. Well, Baxter wasn't in the mood, making that clear as he turned his body the furthest from where Vox was approaching.

"Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" Vox chuckled jokingly, resting his arms on the rails and watched Baxters form a heart-rendering attempt to hide himself in the corner.

"Go away" Baxter ordered in muffled defeat.

"Aww, baby, don't be like that" Vox cooed as he triggered the rail mechanisms to bring it down, getting closer to slide his hands under the fish's frame and pick him up.

"Daddy had to give you a bath" Vox tried to persuade, holding him to his chest despite how desperately the fish tried to push away.

"I can bathe myself!" Baxter growled as rage began to build, replacing the hollowness he had been feeling.

"It's adorable that you think that" Vox simply laughed as he walked back to the kitchen counter.

"What are you even getting out of this?!" Baxter questioned, ridding the restlessness with a rough eye scratch.

"Baxter, don't start a tantrum so early in the morning, I haven't even had coffee yet" Vox yawned as he grabbed a "morning" bottle.

"Stop acting like this is normal! just tell me-" Baxter began demanding, but like all the other times, he got silenced by another fucking bottle in his mouth.

"Are you always this fussy in the morning?" Vox groaned rhetorically, ignoring the fish's outburst, holding the bottle to his face so he couldn't break away.

Baxter's eye twitched in frustration, he wasn't being fussy, he was pissed off and rightfully so!

But knowing Vox wasn't going to let up until he began drinking, he did as required, and as he did Vox easily manoeuvred him so that he was back resting against his arm, now feeling more confident to do it out of the chair.

"There we are, Isn't that better for your throat than yelling?" Vox asked as he saw how subtly the fish was becoming more relaxed.

As much as Baxter hated to admit it he did, his eyes didn't feel as dry, the milk was cold against his roaring throat and a headache he felt coming on dissipated. But Baxter merely eye-rolled, not wanting to give the TV any satisfaction.

But in that rare moment, peace was lost when Vox popped the empty bottle out of his mouth to open a drawer where he saw the familiar sight of the dreaded blue pacifier.

"NO!" Baxter protested as the TV grabbed it before placing the fish onto the counter, He tried to swerve away before Vox held his face tightly once more.

"I think you've done enough talking to last a childhood" Vox chastised as he fitted the device back around him before picking him back up to place him in the playpen.

"Now like I said, daddy's not had his coffee, so just sit here and watch some TV" Vox ordered as he used his powers to turn the other TV head-on, showing Baxter the horrid world of children's mindnumbing entertainment source.

A red costumed man with a black spider symbol pointing out the obvious as loud sound effects screamed as a white-haired blue dress-wearing woman was apparently pregnant.

He only watched some of it due to being momentarily frozen from the utter depravity he was being witnessed before reclaiming his senses.

Standing up, he deduced that the playpen could warp into the height it needed to be, there was no way Vox could have easily stepped over while standing it was a head over him, he wasn't that short now come on!

Looking at what Vox was doing, the TV demon seemed to have pulled out an automatic coffee machine from one of the cabinets, waiting for it to brew.

Walking around so he was out of most of his sight, Baxter tried to climb as he did for the crib, only as he did find the smooth ends above rise higher.

(The fuck?) Baxter questioned as he looked above, only to watch them go back to their "original" size.

(Fucking!) Baxter growled as he gripped the plastic netting, trying to pull at it as he leaned back.

Only to feel himself get grabbed, a single arm scooping him to be hoisted over Vox's shoulder, the other arm holding a steaming cup of black coffee.

"Can't just sit still can you?" Vox asked in mirth as they reached the baby bouncer.

(NOT AGAIN!) Baxter yelled as Vox grabbed the chair to place next to him.

At least Vox hadn't bothered activating again and finally switched off that infernal garbage that was children's programmes, small mercies.

Instead, they were now watching the news, nothing of interest, another arson attack on the hospital of orphans and puppies, the sacrifices to stop the now 6 monthly exterminations, a Starbucks running out of pumpkin spice latte, the usual.

The screen then randomly flashed to a picture of a hotel, it wasn't a news announcement due to there being no comments or flashing words.

Baxter gave a questionable look to Vox who looked tense and like he was plotting something, hunched in his seat as if he was waiting for something to jump.

After a few seconds of silence, the screen was turned off with a quick mutter of "Bastard" from the overlord.

(What was that all about? who's he on about?) Baxter pondered as his mind seemed to finally have something to think about that wasn't this dribble.

"All alright" Vox muttered again as he stretched in his chair before picking up his now empty cup to put it in the sink before walking back, kneeling down to unclip Baxter from the chair.

"Now the real fun can begin," Vox said with a grin, growing bigger as Baxter's eyes widened in confusion and fear.

 

"Now I know I haven't been really clear on the rules, kinda making them up on the spot so I'll just tell you now" Vox began to explain, ensuring that Baxter's attention was on him.

"If you want to get anywhere, you'll now either only be carried or you can crawl, each time you stand up you get yourself into trouble" Vox continue to explain, stating his disturbing rules.

(He's gone insane if he thinks I'll willingly crawl) Baxter scoffed internally.

"You will show me respect, I'm still your boss, so if you try to kick me again there will be reproductions" Vox carried on, his face twisting more seriously.

(That's...fair) Baxter had to think much to his annoyance, but he wouldn't have had to if he hadn't pushed his boundaries.

"And that goes for doing as I say, what I say goes and you'll do as told, I do this to only look out for your best interest at heart" Vox ensured, trying to sound like an innocent saint.

(Bullshit) Baxter mocked simply.

"And as I've said, only one word per day, I've been patient with you as you've been settling, but you've been overcrossing this boundary, so unless you need me I don't want a peep out of your other than coos and goos" Vox warned before devolving into a snicker, being able to picture such an endearing sight.

(Revolting) Baxter grimaced, as he couldn't imagine such an event that would lead to him making such noises.

"And how do you get my attention? simple-" Vox asked rhetorically as he bum shuffled closer, placing Baxter back in his lap but ensuring his eyes were still meeting his.

"You call my name, now, what's my name little one" Vox questioned with a chant.

(N, no, no fuck no, I am not, I'd never...just no!) Baxter shuddered as he looked in repulse at how Vox's eyes seemed to sparkle in waiting.

"Come on, just one little word~" Vox trilled, playing with Baxter's lure, tilting his head amusedly at seeing the poor fish struggle and shake in discomfort.

"It's ok baby, you'll get it" Vox chirped as he decided that they'd "work up to it", patting Baxter's head patronizingly which earned a disgruntled growl.

Only for him to yelp as he was picked and twisted closer into Vox's lap, head now back to resting against the TV's torso.

"Now what should we do first?" Vox questioned as he reached to grab the "toy" box.

Baxter peered with curiosity, only to feel dumbfounded as if they were just normal baby toys.

(Of course) Baxter groused, he should have expected such.

"How about this?" Vox asked as he jingled a little tambourine, putting it in front of the fish.

Baxter scowled humourlessly, his hand going limp as Vox tried to make him hold it, causing it to drop to the floor with a sad little rattling.

"Not feeling that one hmm" Vox snickered at Baxter's unammusment.

"All alright, grumpy, how about some drawing?" Vox badgered on as he picked out a colouring book of standard barnyard animals.

Now this did take Baxter's interest, not for colouring of course but the TV overlord never said he couldn't write, and there had been one thing on his mind he simply had to know.

"Why not make daddy a pretty picture" Vox practically mocked as he handed the fish a red crayon.

So with a huff to swallow his pride, he wrote his message.

Vox watched with interest, not expecting Baxter to have interacted so quickly or at all?

But when the fish finished, allowing the TV to see, Vox couldn't help but burst into laughter.

An uneasy wave washed over Baxter as he heard his boss crackle so viciously that he started buffering.

"Oh Bax, you're too cute for your own good" Vox giggled with the backhanded compliment.

The page now had the crayoned words "CONTRACT" waving in his hands.

Placing the book away he summoned the golden contract.

"Now as you agreed, you have the opportunity to create whatever that little mind of yours wants with the aid of my funds and my protection from all outside harm. This is in exchange for your soul, being able to sell whatever you create under the name of Voxtech and allowing me to do anything I want with you as long as it isn't sexual and within the workplace" Vox read out loud, remembering the second to last amendment made due to Valantinos appearance.

"What all these words mean is that long as I keep up my end of the bargain, keeping you paid and protected, which I am, I get to do whatever I want to you, and all of this has not breached our agreement once" Vox beamed as he gave the little fishes shoulders a little possessive squeeze.

Baxter looked in distress as he grabbed the contract to read himself, all of which was true, keeping him here meant he was still under workplace regulations.

(FUCK!) Baxter yelled as he watched the contract disappear from his palms, he hadn't had reason to change anything in his contracts since the 1970s...SO WHY IN THIS AGE AND TIME DID IT DECIDE TO FUCK HIM OVER?!

Vox being the smug bastard he was, simply turned his attention back to his game.

"Let's see, didn't want to draw, no instruments, oh how about bricks?" Vox offered, only to feel Baxter drop all his weight into him, looking like his entire life force was just sucked from him.

(So this is meant to be my life, I have to pretend to be his brainless toy forced to complete these asinine meaningless tasks, stripped of all thought to be picked up and tossed around?) Baxter asked as he felt his mind crumble, eyes twitching as a signature mad giggle left his lips.

"Come on kiddo, why don't we do a puzzle? you like using that big boy brain don't you" Vox tried to coax as he ignored the signs of the fish's mad scientist persona develop.

Vox picked the fish to sit on the floor to face him before placing the jigsaw in front of them, Baxter's giggles growing as he started rocking.

"Now where do you think this one goes?" Vox continued to instigate, finally realising what was happening, and knew he had to do something before Baxter became "dangerous".

(So tedious) Baxter laughed as he pulled his hair, but his eyes were becoming more focused.

"Hmmm, does it go here? Vox asked as he obviously placed the piece in the wrong place.

(No) Baxter growled as his laughing momentarily stopped laughing.

"Hmm, nope, ok how about here?" manoeuvred as he swiped the piece away in the wrong place but in the opposite direction.

(No!) Baxter was now becoming his usual agitated, his meltdown becoming something of a past episode.

"Nah, how about-" Vox once more vocalised before seeing the fast hands grab the piece.

(Oh give it here) Baxter grumbled as he snatched the piece away from the overlord and put it where it was meant to.

Baxter didn't care how easily he fell into Vox's trap, if there was one thing he couldn't stand it was something so obvious being ignored so obnoxiously.

"Oh, that's where it goes! good job kiddo" Vox complimented with the mock voice of a nursery teacher.

Baxter didn't care.

"Now where's this one go?" Vox began once more, showing the piece to the fish as he had never seen something so mesmerising before.

He did not care! it was a task, he completes tasks all the time, this at least had something to achive too, as he grabbed the puzzle piece out of his hand once more.

 

He had completed 10 puzzles before something felt wrong, a very familiar something wrong.

"You ok baby?" Vox asked as he saw the fish stop midway through his task, shuffling, fidgeting, crossing his...oh.

"Is someone hungry?" Vox asked with fake obliviousness.

Baxter looked up with pure horror, shaking his head and about to open his mouth to shout before Vox carried him into the air.

"Easy, don't get too excited, I'll go warm you one up" Vox announced unhappily as he evilly placed the fish into a baby swing.

"It'll take a bit since I need to make a new one, so you hang out here while Daddy does that" Vox explained gently as he did as said.

The fish shrank as the pressure was made worse once more.

"You fucker" Baxter whispered, wanting his opinion known but knew it wouldn't help matters, probably make them worse, and that was the last thing he needed right now.

Vox was taking his sweet fucking time, Baxter swore he heard the sound of a kettle click 3 times.

(Please! Not again) Baxter begged as he tried to squeeze all his muscles.

But that could only delay the inevitable. A fact that Baxter had to learn twice as the warm sensation returned. Unfortuantly however eating nothing but milk also affected his stool.

"VOX!" Baxter cried in terror as he repulsed at the idea of staying in his own waste.

But the TV ignored him, looking at his phone and his body turned from him.

"Vox please!" Baxter begged, yet his pleas continued to be disregarded.

He knew what he wanted him to call out.

But he'd NEVER-

"Oh silly me, I didn't even get any formula, maybe they're on the other side of the studio" Vox teased as he made sure Baxter could hear him, starting to walk to the exit.

"No, no please don't make me say it" Baxter beseeched as the door was being unlocked.

"God no! Please just-!" Baxter screamed as the feeling started to become cold and much too noticeable to go on any longer.

He had no choice.

"D, Daddy" He yelled through torment as he finally fought tooth and nail to utter the nickname.

Vox stopped at the doorway.

"Daddy..p, please" Baxter cried in mortification and distress, he had said it, he had done it, what was there left of his destroyed ego? he no longer had anything to lose, did he?

"oh need something, baby?" Vox asked as if his hearing had suddenly been returned.

Baxter just placed his head on the front of the seat, too embarrassed and defeated to look up.

"Oh does someone need another change?" Vox vocalised, humiliating the fish as much as he could before picking him up from the swing and back to the changing table.

Changing him from the shark onesie to one that was a simple black one, Vox knew he really needed to pick up more clothes when he got a chance as he was starting to run out.

"There, all done" Vox stated as he admired his handy work, despite the fish's tears and sniffles still not calming.

Looking at the ceiling as only mortification filled his empty shell, what was there left to lose after all, he could cry as openly as he wanted now.

"Ok, come here little guy" the TV overlord encouraged as he placed the fish over his shoulder, patting his back and swaying as he tried to find...aha!

(Weak! stupid! useless!) Baxter berated as he hit his head with his fist.

"Hey, none of that" Vox called as saw the action in the corner of his eyes, swapping him from his shoulder to his arm and holding the clenched fist into his own hand.

This wasn't the first time he'd caught the doctor slamming his head to punish himself for his "failures", but he'd rather him not get a concussion, there'd be no fun in that if he couldn't see his mind break naturally.

"It's ok, I got you" Vox comforted as perhaps he did push him a bit too forcefully today, Rome wasn't built in a day he had to remind himself.

But as soon as he thought he'd got Baxter to finally calm down.

There was a knock at the door.

Chapter 8: Enter the moth

(Who the fuck?) Vox questioned in surprise, holding a just as shocked Baxter close in suspicion.

It could be a stupid employee getting lost, after all the only people who knew what he was doing were-

"Voxy, mind opening the door" the whiny voice of Valentino called.

"Val..uh, one second" Vox stuttered, regaining control of his body to move, not before remembering the figure he held in his arms.

"Stay here while I sort this out" Vox instructed dismissively, placing the fish back into the playpen, his face of pure scepticism and worry following him as he went to answer the door.

Twisting the door he was startled by how close the moth was leaning against the door, but he simply pushed him back enough to lock them both out of the room.

"What's wrong?" Vox questioned patiently, not knowing sadly how long that would last, by his carefree posture, it wasn't urgent.

"I'm bored that's what's wrong" Valentino began to complain, making the most upset face he could muster.

"Well, why the fuck are you here then? you have a lobby filled with "entertainment" Vox groaned.

"Because I'm not in the mood for those whores, I want something a bit more tame to do, a little more innocent" Valentino began to elaborate, gaining closer to Vox as he pushed him against the door.

Vox however gave him a warning look, a look that said "not a chance", but Valentino persisted.

"Oh come on Voxy, you look like you're having so much with your little baby doll, let me play too" Valentino swooned.

Vox decided not to call him on Valantino's spying, it would be hypocritical and he didn't want to get called on it.

"If you want a doll to play with, call Angel up" Vox argued to try and distract him.

"I can't! the fucking sluts having a "day off" Valentino growled at the mere mention of the spider but seeing how Vox still not budging, he'd go with a different approach.

"Ok, think of it this way then" Valentino began, tracing a finger along the TV's flat surfaced cheek.

"I've seen your work schedule, a lot of long meetings you have to attend, you really think you can take care of that poor little thing during that? leaving him defenceless and hungry?" Valentino teased, continuing to look like a droopy-kicked puppy.

Now that did get Vox's attention. What the moth was saying was true, his meetings could last for a whole day, he had his cameras and drones, but he didn't want the mad scientist getting at them, no he had to have someone on him from sleep to wake.

"Ok, I guess you make a good point" Vox hummed hesitantly, seeing as Valentino popped up instantly.

"But I'll tell you this one time, you do anything-" Vox began to threaten before two hands squeezed his shoulders.

"Easy babe, I promise I won't do anything to break your little toy" Valentino promised as one of his hands came up to land on his heart.

"So, am I finally allowed in gatekeeper?" Valentino teased eagerly, hoping he'd finally won through all his tenacity.

Vox nodded as he sceptically.

In all honesty, he wished he hadn't told Valentino, this was his thing! Baxter was his to torment, why did he have to get involved? He never stepped in when he danced around with his "angel cakes", as much as it annoyed him, so why did he have to share?

(But I already agreed) Vox internally conflicted, sucking up his annoyance as he opened the door. Letting the two inside and locking the door, Vox then began to lead the Moth demon to where he had left the fish. Only to be surprised when he didn't see anything.

"Uh, Vox?" Valentino questioned, only to be hushed as the TV demon walked to the lights, flicking them off so his televised face was the only thing glowing.

Coming back Vox gave another sweeping look, only to see a small blue light emitting from the toy box.

(There you are) Vox laughed as he spotted his prey.

Stepping inside the playpen with stride, he easily bent down to lift the hood off the box.

Revealing a very fearful and stunned angler demon.

"Found ya" Vox giggled as he lifted the fish away from his nest of toys.

"Sorry to break it to you, but you're disadvantaged when it comes to hide and seek" Vox commented as he rested the fish back in his arms, who looked particularly dumbfounded at how he thought such a poor attempt was a good idea.

"Ahem?" Valentino coughed, reminding his partner of his existence.

(Right)...."Val, mind switching back on the light" quickly cursed before acknowledging him, he could at least make himself useful he supposed.

When the lights were back on, Vox made his way to walk back towards his partner, very well noticing how vigorously the fish demon was shaking from fright, petrified.

"Valentino, Baxter, Baxter, Vlantino" mumbled boredly.

"Oh don't be like that!" Valentino sang as he snagged the fish from his grip and into his own.

"Val!" Vox called out as he tried to grab the fish back, but due to their height, Valentino merely held him over.

"one sec, I wanna get a better look" Valentino scolded as he held the fish up to his face.

Baxter was frozen in shock, yes he knew Valentino, he was the one that made his gasses and potions, but he never had been so close, hell never in the 7 rings of hell would he have believed to be in his hands, in...this state, the tales of what he did to his victims entering his mind which was helpful in this current time.

While Baxter had a panic attack, Valentino continued to inspect him closely, noting just how tiny this demon was, perfectly fitting in his arms and just how cute that scared expression was, not to mention that he was a sucker for anything that could illuminate such a bold light.

Meanwhile, Vox was observing tensely, again why did he have to share?! tapping his foot as the silent moment carried on.

"Tan lindo" Valentino eventually spoke, using his free hand to squish his face, making his lure, hair and freckles grow brighter in fluster, deciding that it was so much better to view when properly face to face.

"He's precious" Valentino announced to Vox whose growing irritation stilled, to this he'd happily agree too.

"Indeed" Vox simply stated as he walked to take his fish back, Valentino seemed hesitant but allowed him to take him back.

Baxter's heart was pounding, terrified by all the thoughts of what could have happened to him still swirling in his mind, subconsciously holding onto Vox closer as he was finally out of the moth's grasp.

"Aww, he's being shy" Valentino noted, watching the TV have a minute to secure the fish in his arms, patting his back as his head was over his shoulder, his attempt to hide further away.

"Well, you are a randomer who just picked him up and stared at him" Vox claimed with a little mirth.

"So why don't I stay a bit so we can get to know each other properly, if I'm gonna watch over him he's gotta learn to trust me" Valentino said as he continued to worm his way into the game.

Another irritatingly correct point.

"And besides, you need me" Valentino pushed further, sending another blow into the TV's pride.

"Is that so?" Vox asked with a light snarl as Baxter also gave him a sneer, not liking where this conversation was going.

"Come on Voxy, "1 word per day? I've heard this baby talk plenty more without any reproductions, all talk, no bite, your favouritisms complicating consistency" Valentino began to badger.

Baxter had to look back in annoyance, this moth was going to make his life even harder than it was.

"Don't tell me how to play my own game, if I think he deserves punishment, I can deliver it myself easily" Vox announced protectively, not appreciating how Valentino was undermining his tactics and needed to know who was in charge.

"That's fair, I'm just saying I don't mind being the bad cop if you wanna keep playing playful daddy" Valentino tried to twist to make him look like he was only trying to help.

"I'll keep that in mind" Vox whispered with annoyance.

To avoid being kicked out, Valentino decided it was time to switch his approach once more, it wasn't a game for nothing.

"His mind's super alert, just wondering why haven't you been using the obedience pills or those mind-numbing ones if he's been giving you so much trouble.

"Well I do need him to be able to continue his work after this, but more importantly, he has the most adorable face, you have to see it to know what I mean" Vox explained as he gave a smug look to the fish, who merely grimaced and looked away in denial.

"Well, why don't we start, I'm already here after all" Valentino suggested as he walked to the toy box.

Vox and Baxter watched as the pimp open up the box, shuffling until he found a game.

Vox followed in curiosity to see what the moth had picked out, it looked like a pack of medium-sized cardboard cards that had simple pictures with the names of what they were underneath.

Voxs face brightened at the realisation of what game Val wanted to play.

Placing Baxter onto his back against the floor as Vox and Val sat above him, the two halving the cards between one another.

Baxter looked up in confusion, his hands fidgeting together as the two overlords' attention came back down onto him.

"Now Chaquito, can you point to the card that has an orange?" Valentino cooed as he held out a card of a banana and Vox held the card of the orange.

Immediately Baxter flushed in offence (you dare insult my intellect with this monotonous drivel) he fummed.

"Told you" Vox warbled as the two overlords were treated to the flustered reaction of the little demon, Vox looking to how Valentino seemed to be surprised by how correct his partner was.

"It's ok baby, this might be a little advanced for your age" Vox taunted further despite the cards not being removed.

(Ugh, the sooner this game's done, the sooner it's over...can't believe I demeaning myself to this) the angler fish internally conflicted, covering his face with one of his arms as the other pointed to the correct picture.

"Aww, clever boy" Vox congratulated, ruffling his still not brushed hair.

"Now which ones the butterfly?" Vox asked as he showed a picture of a ball while it was Valentino holding the butterfly.

 

The game seemed to go on for an eternity. His body's energy seemed to have completely dissipated, and a yawn of boredom was forced out of his mouth.

"I think it's time for someone to go to bed" Vox commented as he saw the fish's tired expression.

He began to slide his arms under the fish's back before he felt something..wet?

Vox sat Baxter up to undo his onesie to check, the poor fish struggling as he became alert at once, confused as to why.

"oh yeah, you're wet" Vox confirmed with surprise, grabbing him by the waist and towards the changing table.

(I'm...what?) Baxter asked as he looked down at himself as he was placed down.

"Looks like he didn't notice either, but it's to be expected" Valentino laughed as he watched Vox work.

Vox turned to his partner with confusion as Baxter's horror increased.

"You didn't know? due to the diaper's seal, it can also affect a demon's bladder, making them incontinent just like a normal baby" Valentino explained, surprised that Vox didn't already know.

"Oh, well fair enough, isn't anything to worry about right now" Vox replied with a shrug, going to collect a new diaper and freshly washed onesie for bed.

But to Baxter it was like he was told the worst news in history, how had he not noticed?! he hardly had any power as it was and now he didn't have any control over his own bodily function?!

More tears of shame and humiliation followed at the thought, catching the attention of a certain moth.

"aww poor bebé" Valentino tormented as he saw exactly what Vox was getting out of those sad little expressions, coming closer, wiping those tears away despite the fish trying to turn away.

"I'll change him" Valentino announced as he took the fresh diaper away from the TV overlord.

"Really? thought you weren't into-" Vox questioned with a step back before the moth cut him off.

"Voxy I'm a porn director, this is the least disgusting thing I've had to help out with, besides, like I agreed it's not for that reason" Valentino explained as if it was so obvious, earning an eye roll from the overlord.

"Well, guess you have to do it anyways" Vox stated as he kept a close eye on the pimp, ensuring he didn't do anything.

"N, no" Baxter cried as he pitifully tried to stop the moth, easily once more being overpowered.

"Oh, a Chiquita" Valentino couldn't help but announce, causing Baxter to cry harder.

"Oh shit yeah, forgot to mention, he's trans" Vox announced as he truly had forgotten to say before it was too late. Going over to Baxter's other side to pat his head, was an act to try and provide solace, only it seemed to make it worse.

"Ahh, little Bebé is so full of surprises isn't he" Valentino laughed as he only needed a minute to get back to the task at hand trying to provide the little fish with a bit of ease, he had plenty of employees who identified as whatever they did, long as they gave him money and knew how to fuck, he didn't care.

"Where's the powder?" Valentino asked as he finished cleaning, the fish crying starting to calm down as Vox blinked in confusion.

"You've been diapering him without powder?" Valentino questioned again, this time a bit more urgent.

"I didn't think he needed it" Vox simply said with a shrug.

Valentino responded to this by flipping the fish around, butt now facing them, earning a startled yelp from the angler sinner.

Baxter's initial instinct was to scream before being shushed.

"hush Chiquito, let your daddy see you tush" Valentino gently told, petting the fish's hair just as soft.

"See, it's looking dry and sore, fish demons have more risk of rash due to unmoisturized scales" Valentino pointed out as Vox came over to see what his partner was talking about.

"Alright, I'll ask Vellvett if she can pick some up for me since she's going to the body shop" Vox muttered out loud as he popped out his phone.

(Stop staring at my ass!) Baxter internally shrieked, trying to curl in closer to hide, despite that being physically impossible.

"Oh, sorry chaquito, Papi's coming" Valentino laughed watching the fish entertainingly.

"Papi?" Vox questioned as he handed the moth the shark onesie as if it was his favourite, but that didn't distract how Valentino seemed to be so easily claiming HIS little fish.

"Well, you've already claimed daddy, why can't I get called a nickname?" Valentino argued calmly as he easily placed the clean diaper around the fish without the need to turn him around, he'd done this too long to bother.

Baxter angrily stared at the table below, having two people know of his "situation" as Vox annoyingly called it, something so private and personal, only to be treated so carelessly.

"Well for one, don't think he likes you" Vox barked at the fish's scrunched face.

(Like I have any positive feelings towards you, you disturbing electronic waste of space) Baxter insulted as he was finished getting dressed, the shark hood dropping onto his head, causing his esca and fin ears to point out.

"Well can't have that can we?" Valentino questioned as he walked behind the angler demon.

Only to spring his fingers into the fish's sides. The little sinner was startled by the sudden attack before they started to move.

(Ohnononononno!) Baxter shrieked internally as he tried to shrink and fidget away from the tickling fingers.

But it did nothing as Valentino had a Baxter firmly stuck in place, being unable to do anything but kick his feet sporadically and scrunching his eyes and mouth to try and resist.

Vox simply videoed it as his partner dug deeper and deeper, just waiting for the moment when Baxter couldn't take any more.

And when the moth's finger caught a very sensitive spot, breaking Baxter's fighting spirit.

"Hahahahstawpstaooophahahahehe!" the fish burst out as tears of joy dribbled from his eyes, weakly slapping the moth's hands as his mouth was forced into a wide joyous smile.

"There we go!" Valentino declared as he continued, the symphony of laughter.

As much as Vox loved seeing embarrassed misery on the fish's face, he found this joyous fluster just as enjoyable, being able to watch it in full glory that he didn't mind too much he wasn't the one causing it, perhaps having Valentino helping wouldn't be too bad.

"What an adorable little laugh you got chaquito" Valentino gleaned as he continued his tickling, becoming more enthused, deciding to go for gold.

"Stawwwphehep,pleasehaahah" Baxter begged as he couldn't take it anymore, his breathing was getting harder and he started arching in every direction just to make it end.

"Please what?" Valentino teasingly sang

"Pleaasseepleap,papi" Baxter shrieked, having such a hard time forming a sentence.

And so with a smile Valentino finally backed off, finally letting the poor little angler sinner regain his breath

"Ok kiddo, it's much past your bedtime" Vox chuckled as he went to hold the exhausted fish, practically melting into the TV's hold.

"You sure you can take care of him during my meetings" Vox questioned as he went to grab a bottle of more nutritional-filled milk.

"Of course, I've got it handled Voxy, trust me" Valentino eased as he came from behind him, holding Vox as he held Baxter and the bottle given to drink, looking like the picture-perfect definition of a nuclear family.

Once the bottle was drunk, Baxter looked like he was already beginning to nod off.

"Night night chaquito" Valentino cooed once the fish was secured back into the crib and began walking to their own beds.

"Shit, I haven't eaten all day" Vox's voice complained at the realisation as they walked out the door.

"Eh, we can have it in bed for a treat" Valentino soothed as the two walked further and further away

Unaware that someone was not as asleep as they believed.

Chapter 9: Consequences

Summary:

Just a little warning, this chapter involves quite a bit of violence and teeth-pulling.

"Right!" Baxter growled as he sat upright, grabbing the blanket to hide himself from the cameras.

(This is gonna end, tonight! I refuse to let myself become incontinent!) Baxter decided as he began bracing himself. Grabbing inside his mouth, he picked out his longest and sharpest tooth and began to forcefully yank it out.

Another perk to being an angler fish was that he could regrow his teeth. They were thin and long, perfect for what he needed for tonight. However, as easy as they were to break, it didn't make it any less painful.

A reminder as he held in his discomfort due to the affliction he was performing. This wasn't the first time Baxter reminded himself as he finally yanked it loose, mouth already dribbling with the iron taste of blood.

He didn't have time to lick his wounds.

Moving on, he began scrunching the blanket to make the impression someone was underneath, hurrying this action as Vox could start watching at any moment. He could always tell by the eye-like red dot in the centre of the camera that always appeared when he did so.

Vox hadn't had the chance to change the crib yet, and thus, his next step was to re-climb the railing and jump to the other side. it wasn't a graceful landing but he didn't care.

Running towards the door, grateful the door handle was low enough for him to reach on tiptoes, he used his recently plucked canine to wriggle around until he heard a click.

Baxter found himself also being thankful for the onsie, not only did it not cover his hands allowing him to rip his tooth out in the first place, but it would also provide him perfect cover. Pulling the hood down to block out his lights he began running cautiously towards his lab.

Anyone doing a night shift should either be plastered to a computer like a mindless zombie or just plain plastered that they may only see him as one of Vox's pet sharks.

(Actually, if he was so bored, why didn't he just spend time with those little pests) Baxter pondered as he ducked as low as he could to avoid the camera feed.

Putting that to one side, he eventually made it, oh he could already smell the familiar toxins and chemicals.

Wasting no time he scanned his hand and picked at each lock, now it wouldn't usually work with a regular pick, the locks had to recognise it as his DNA or it would immediately set off the alarms, a scientist could never be too cautious.

A wave of normality and relief filled the fish's gills, immediately felt more relaxed than he had in days.

But now wasn't the time to be feeling nostalgic.

Closing and locking the door behind, holding the multipurpose tooth and began to cut at the onsie, just enough so he could step out.

His plan was to tell Vox he was too warm last night and needed to cool down, explaining the reason for his dislocated tooth.

He practically ran to the wardrobe, strapping on his glasses, gloves, coat and boots, oh how he already felt like himself again.

But, once more, he had to focus. sitting on his swirly chair to tap into his computer. looking at the date, he saw it had only been 3 days

(3 days of utter anarchy, how it sounds so short but felt so long) Baxter thought in breathless realisation, no, he had to keep focused.

"Ok so how do I take these off, is there an antidote for the spells effect?" Baxter muttered as he began searching the web.

"Only the person who put them on, yeah I know that, come on come on" Baxter muttered to himself as he searched for anything that was of relation until he finally found something.

"We tried age playing when the bitch spilt her stupid nail polish remover as we crashed into the bed, thing came right off! I want a refund" Baxter read.

"Nail polish remover? how very random" Baxter stated as he contemplated just what was in that solution that triggered an escape?

Currently, however, he couldn't waste any unnecessary time to pinpoint just what the key was, perhaps at a later time.

"I can easily replicate that in my sleep" Baxter scoffed smugly, finally feeling his ego grow. Practically dancing around the lab as he made his own solution, enjoying every single minute. Feeling disappointed when he had to finish.

"Let's test it then" Baxter shrugged as he uncliped the lower coat buttons to reveal the padded cushioning around his legs.

Dropping the smallest amounts around the clips, he was astonished when the diaper fell off immediately.

"Heh...he.HA!" Baxter giggled before letting out a triumphant laugh, jumping out of it before stamping on it to bring him some sort of closure, even if for just a short while.

"Never in all my years would I believe I'd feel achieved from removing a toiletry aid" Baxter admitted sheepishly, suddenly feeling very self-aware of how he was acting.

"I just hope as soon as I took it off it broke this curse" Baxter muttered as he sadly began to undress, to go back to that stupid onesie for cover.

Baxter still was stupified by how few details the brand said in its description, then again, sellers didn't want to give anyone a reason not to buy so why would they.

When he finished as best he could, a long thin gash in the clothes front, he then went to grab the thank god not used diaper with a pincer grasp, wanting to hold it as little as possible. Not before destroying all traces that he was there, disposing of the potion, the camera feed (including the ones in the corridor he had access to), the web search, everything, he couldn't leave anything to chance.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted" the angler fish sighed as he took a breath to exit the room.

(It'll be ok, I always wake up before Vox enters the room, so long as I keep it close I can-) Baxter began to plot, but just as he only got his head through the door.

He came face to face with the TV overlord himself.

 

Vox looked down at the fish, a dark almost unrecognisable demeanour as his fingers tapped impatiently on his crossed arms.

Baxter had no idea as to what caused Vox to find him there but one thing he did know....vox was pissed.

"V, vox" Baxter gulped, holding his hands and diaper behind his back as if that would protect him from his wrath.

"I. I can explai-" Baxter tried, only for a blue electrical chain to be wrapped around his neck, connected by smaller chains that Vox grasped in his hands.

Using his electrified chains to pull the fish towards him, yanking him forward where he lost his balance and fell to the floor.

"Explain what exactly, why I find you out of your room past curfew? breaking the no-walking rule? why do I find your clothes torn, holding your diaper which I should only be the one to change?" Vox began to ask, circling him like a shark that was targeting his prey.

"Because oh how I'd love to see how you can explain all of that and not make me more disappointed than I am already" Vox tempted as he crouched down, yanking the chin higher to force the fish to stare up at him.

Baxter tried to form his words, he really did, but he fumbled, fear overloading his mind as it drew a blank, nothing that he could say would make any of this better in his case.

"I really did expect better from you Baxter and after such a nice day too, do you know how worried I was to find you out of your crib when I was alerted by the doors alarm" Vox guilted as he stood back up to circle once again, making sure to put a lot of emphasis into his speech.

Baxter stilled at the new news of the doors.

"Oh yeah didn't think it wouldn't alert me when it was opened did ya?" Vox asked as he saw the little fish's reaction.

"Sir I-" Baxter tried as his mind had slightly calmed down from shock, but Vox wasn't done talking.

"You could have gotten hurt! you could have been seen? did you not think how worried you'd make Daddy?" Vox began to coddle, trying to pick the fish up.

But a new sudden burst of fury, one that he had been feeling since he first stepped into that room, decided now was the perfect time to triple, Baxter just couldn't hold in his complaints anymore.

"Sir I am not a baby!" Baxter yelled as he stepped out of Vox's reach.

"I am a scientist, I have been your head scientist for decades! I demand to be treated as the adult that I am!" Baxter screeched in defiance, for his wants and needs to be heard.

And yet Vox simply looked down, raised his eyebrow and grinned with pitying amusement.

"Oh Baxter, you really expect me to treat you like an adult when you can't even control yourself?" Vox asked in a condescending tone.

In confusion, Baxter looked down, only to wail as he saw his bladder had chosen the absolutely worst time to fail him, and without a diaper, it had flowed through his onesie and onto the floor.

(Oh come on!) Baxter cried with flustered frustration. But he wouldn't let Vox win, looking back up shakily as he tried to show it didn't phase him.

"Yes! Because it's not my fault!" Baxter growled in resistance.

"Of course it isn't" Vox continued to patronize, walking up to Baxter, looming over him, shaking his head mockingly.

"Face it Baxter, where you stand right now, you are nothing more than a spoilt little brat throwing a tantrum in a puddle of his own piss, waiting for Daddy to clean him up " Vox laughed menacingly, watching as Baxter shook with outrage but paying it no mind, showing his clear power.

"So here's what's going to happen" Vox began to explain.

"We're going to get you cleaned up, re-dressed, back into bed and we can discuss your punishment in the morning" Vox announced as he listed the perfectly crafted plan out loud.

"Now come along" Vox sang as he went to reach for the fish's hand, only for Baxter to pull away with a hiss.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Baxter bellowed, having had enough of the TV's disgusting touch.

A tense moment of silence echoed throughout the room before Vox's face darkened to its highest, the most outraged Baxter had ever seen on the TV's face.

"That is it!" Vox yelled as he grabbed the fish's hand, nails squeezing tight as he marched towards the room., the chains curled tightly in his other hand as they let out tiny electric sparks, irritating the fish's skin.

Baxter struggled to either try and rip free or even try to keep up, being dragged and practically airborne.

When they re-entered the room, Vox continued his march, this time towards the chair. Once sat he gripped the fish's hand tighter so that it started to bleed and higher so he was raised above the floor. The fish was flung over the overlord's legs, and using his sharp nails cut the onesie up, it dropping, leaving Baxter's backside bare.

"Wait!" Baxter tried to beg as he realised what the TV demon was about to do. But it was too late.

Vox raised a strong hand and slapped it against the fish's rear with such force the fish screamed before the pain even had a chance to settle.

"Pulling this shit this late" Vox began his scolding.

"Please vo!" Baxter pleaded desperately as tears already began to well.

SMACK

"SHUT UP!" Vox ordered.

SMACK

"I gave you a chance to make this easier!"

SMACK

"To have some dignity!

SMACK

"But no, you just had to push your luck!"

SMACK

"Your piss on my pants! ruining my own fucking tower!

SMACK

"Where the fuck do you get the Gaul to show such disrespect!"

SMACK

"I AM YOUR BOSS! I CAN TREAT YOU HOWEVER THE FUCK I WANT" Vox continued to scream, becoming much more intense in words as he did with his smacks, no more holding back.

Baxter's poor attempts to hold in his cries officially broke, devolving into violent crying as his Ass burnt with each spank.

SMACK

"I SAY YOUR A BABY, YOU'RE A FUCKING BABY!"

SMACK

"YOU WILL LEARN TO DO AS YOU'RE FUCKING TOLD!"

SMACK

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" Vox screamed as had enough of Baxter's mindless screaming and crying.

SMACK

"ANSWER ME! He continued to demand, despite how desperate the fish was trying to hold his mouth together to make words.

SMACK

"Y, ess" Baxter answered eventually through his agonized cries.

"YES WHAT?!"

SMACK

"YES DADDY!" Baxter shouted, spewing whatever to make the spanking stop.

SMACK

"ARE YOU SORRY? Vox persisted, making sure he got everything out of the fish.

SMACK

"YES, YES I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, Daddy" Baxter wailed.

Vox was about to raise another hand before he heard the fish whisper and unstable, please.

"I...I'm sorry, daddy, please, please, I'm sorry" Baxter repeated desperatly through his sobs.

Vox took a huff as he decided the spanking was done, placing a hand on his face to bring it down expiration.

Now, no longer in a furious rage, he took time to look at his tingling hand, that was when he witnessed the traces of blood.

And looking at Baxter's backside it was clear it had been his.

"Alright, that'll do" Vox sighed as he picked the fish up from his lying position to sit him straight back on his knee.

The fish let out pained whimpers, fidgeting as it was it was clear sitting on it was extremely sore, still sobbing his eyes out.

But Vox wouldn't let him off that easy.

"Do you understand why Daddy had to punish you?" Vox asked, returning to his proud calmness.

Baxter sniffled as he held himself close, unable to meet his eyes.

"It's to protect you, you disobeying me means I can't do that, you understand that now yes?" Vox continued to manipulate the fish's mind, always trying to be seen as the good guy.

"Yes d, Daddy" Baxter wept, too upset to care, he just didn't want to do anything to cause any more pain.

"Good now you're going to sit there until I return" Vox ordered as he went to retrieve the essentials, it had been a long night and it was time for sleep, proper sleep.

He started by gathering the stared onsei (now he needed to definitely get new clothes) one of the thicker padded diapers, for both his wounds to heal, but as another reminder of how little his achievement meant and of course a "soother".

Then there was the concern of his spanked behind. There was a possibility of getting his wounds becoming infected and of course, it was gonna sting like a bitch for a while, perhaps he should leave it to serve as a reminder of the last time he should try to pull another stunt like this again. Then he would be fussy all night and that would keep him and Valentino awake. So instead he would show some mercy.

Since he couldn't trust to leave Baxter alone at all anymore, he texted an order to Kitty, Val's Robofizz assistant, to retrieve the supplies that Velvette had grabbed for them from his and Valantinos room, he would then send them to clean the little mess Baxter made outside his lab.

Meanwhile, Vox grabbed a different bottle from the draws, he had expected to use them if the fish would fall ill, but they'd do on this occasion.

When Kitty knocked and gave Vox the bag, he decided it was finally ready to treat the brat.

Walking over to the shivering fish, he saw him trying to shift his weight to try and find a comfortable position, not that Vox would allow that as he placed him back down on his lap.

Reaching down to the newly bought baby wipes, he began his work. Wiping away his tears, the remnants of his accident and blood which had died and crystalised.

The fish tried to hold his howls of agony with each wipe, but as he started when he began to apply the soother cream, burning his flesh, his cries could not be kept in, becoming just as distressed as when they had just finished.

"I know, I know, but we don't want these getting infected now do we?" Vox asked as he believed it was time to start showing care to his baby.

Hiding his smirk as Baxters cries deepended as he held out the diaper.

Securing him properly, making a mental note to discover how the fish even got out of it in the first place, the little guy truly was a menace to his peace.

(I'll have Kitty examine what he tampered with) Vox thought, making a little mental reminder to do that in the notes on his screen.

Placing Baxter into the onsie, he then began settling him further into his hold, holding the bottle of medicine milk with an added sleep potion. From this Vox would have to ensure he used this each time when he put the fish to bed, so he wouldn't make that mistake again.

But when he pulled out the bottle, he saw the teat had a red remnant.

With immediate confusion he grabbed the fish's face, checking his mouth he looked to find-

"Oh, that's how you did it, you pulled out your own fucking tooth?!" Vox exclaimed as he was genuinely surprised at the lengths Baxter was willing to go.

Baxter shrank in himself as if to expect another spank, but instead, Vox petted his head soothingly.

"Isn't this better? When daddy does everything for you? why do you want your life to be harder than what I'm giving you?" Vox sighed as he held the fish closer, rocking him as the sleep potion began to sink in.

"bu-" Baxter mumbled, but Vox hushed him.

"I don't want another peep out of you from tonight," Vox said as he gently tied a pacifier into his mouth, he really thought Baxter had learnt this lesson but like everything else, he was too lenient.

"And don't think your spanking is the end of this, tomorrow I'll decide a proper fitting punishment" Vox vocalised, but he knew nothing was going in as Baxter's lights turned off, taking a whole new meaning to lights out.

When satisfied he was completely out, he began placing the fish back in the crib, Vox made a double note to change the bed as quickly as possible.

"You are so lucky you're too adorable or I'd have fed you to my sharks from the first outburst" Vox sighed as he looked at the sleeping sinner endearingly, playing with his hair.

The poor fish was unaware of what was in store for him when he awoke.

Chapter 10: Paint and mannequins

Bringing Baxter out of his potion-induced sleep was the feeling of something pulling at his lure.

Lots of hell bugs were drawn to it, but they never really bothered him when he slept, non the less he tried swatting at them.

but as he waved his hand lazily, it caused his bed to...laugh?

His body felt heavy and fuzzy, he was very tempted to ignore the weird reaction and just go back to sleep if he didn't feel his esca being messed with once more.

Blinking in annoyance he began noticing other things too. For instance, his "bed" was moving up and down in a rhythmic pattern and was warm, the only type of warmth you got from another-

"Ah, you're finally awake" Valantinos voice purred as he watched the angler fish begin to move, stretching as much as the moth's hold allowed him.

"Sorry to wake you up Pequeño, but daddy said not to let you sleep in too late" Valentino explained soothingly, wiping away the stray hairs from the fish's eyes, not taking mind at how tiredly the fish tried to avoid his touch instinctively.

Doing this allowed his mind to catch up, wondering why he was waking up in the moth's hold, and why once the fuzzy feeling wore off his body started to ache.

And then, all of last night, it all came back.

"Me and daddy fixed your crib before he had to go, but you fit so perfectly in my arms" Valantino elucidated the reason why the fish was out of his bed and found in the middle of a cuddle session. Once more oblivious to the fish's thoughts.

Last night, the escape attempt, his failure, Vox....that horrible... humiliating....Why the fuck did he think any of that would work?

"Daddy also told me what happened last night" Valentino stated, no longer as coddling and friendly as he had just recently portrayed.

"You really made him angry didn't you?" Valentino continued to banter, looking almost amused at the thought of his partner getting in such a state.

"You still sore?" Valentino pestered, leaving no time for an answer as he applied pressure under his behind, the fish unable to suppress his groan of pain, answering his question clear as day.

"Thought so" The moth chuckled in amusement at seeing the fish cringe in discomfort.

"But first let's see that tooth" Valentino noted as he unclipped the pacifier from the sinner's healing mouth, looking inside he tried to see where the tooth had originally stood. Only he couldn't see a hole, yet one tooth looked a little cleaner than the others and the gum still looked red.

(Seems he and Vox's sharks aren't so different) The moth removed his hand as he found his answer, in turn, Baxter spat where one of the pimp's fingers caught his teeth.

"Oi, no spitting" Vox scolded, repositioning his hold on the fish so he was sitting on the boniest part of his knee, intentionally rubbing salt in the angler sinner's wounds.

"I tried to warn Vox about this type of behaviour" Valentino sighed as he felt Baxter squirm under the pressure.

"But don't think just because daddy's at work you'll be continuing to get away with it" Valentino warned as he held the fish still, making sure he was listening to him.

"Me and daddy decided that your minds a bit too aware for a baby" Valentino slurred, making Baxter's pupils shrink in fear of what that meant.

Behind Valentino were two bottles, one was the familiar milk, but the other was more of a shiny white, sparkling in the light, clearly not anything natural. Yet the moth readjusted Baxter into a feeding position reached back to grab it and held it to Baxter's face, knowing that the fish had no choice but to drink if he didn't want things to be made worse for himself.

"This is supposed to be your break after all, but it's clear you need some help in letting your mind relax, that is until you learn to do it yourself like a good boy" Valentino eased as angler fish finished his mysterious meal.

Baxter could only stare at the now empty bottle he had drank, unknown to how many potions he had just consumed. Jammed pack full of emotion enhancers, mind easers and muscle relaxants.

...It was all for nothing and made his situation even worse...he had played the fool and now he was paying the price.

"Oh now don't look so scared, for a punishment Daddy could have been meaner, I say you're getting off quite easy" Valentino commented more to himself than the other demon.

At once, the fuzzy feeling was returning tenfold, he felt, droopy and warm, relaxed and then it was all blurry.

"So, is baby ready for his mamadera?" Valentino cooed as he watched the potion take effect, no thoughts behind those eyes as they wavered dizzily.

Picking up the second bottle of watery milk he found he hadn't needed to force it like the last times, the fish even holding it close as he began to drink, feeling the plastic like he had never seen anything so mesmerizing.

"Such a good boy" Valentino praised as he pulled the bottle from his lips once he had drank it all. However, the fish whined as it was taken away, clearly not done with his inspection.

"ah ah," Valentino softly scolded with a tut, standing to start changing the fish for the day.

For now, he'd have to use an old white T-shirt Vox owned as they had no more appropriate baby clothes in his size, Vox promising to buy some when his day finished.

Getting to the diaper Valentino couldn't help but comment how indeed, Vox had been pissed at the angler demon.

His poor ass was covered in bruises and cuts, and when he began to wipe and apply the cream the fish whining of discomfort fell into excruciated pained crying.

"I know, daddy wasn't very nice was he?" Valentino condescendingly mocked, pouting as he placed a new just as padded diaper back onto the hysterical fish.

"Shh, shh, all done, such a big boy" Valantio continued, practically unable to stop his baby talk, too much into the role as he picked the pacifier back up and back into the angler sinner's mouth, muffling his misery.

Picking him back up, he held him over his shoulder, patting his back to provide solace to silence the sobbing.

"Hmm, now where did I put it?" Valentino asked as he walked over to his bag, ruffling its contents with one hand as the other continued holding Baxter, the sobs finally turning into little hics, hand playing with the moth coat like wings, fishing the texture soothing.

"Here we go" Valentino exclaimed as he found what he was looking for.

Setting themselves up in the playpen, Valentino placed a barely conscious Baxter on the floor before providing him with paper and east to wash red, yellow and blue paint. Not his fancy kind of course but just some that he picked up one day.

Opening the pots he grabbed the fish's hands, placed them in the paint and then onto the paper.

"Think you can do that yourself chaquito?" Valentino asked as he watched the fish look at his hands in fascination, one blue, one yellow. Naively slapping the paper again until they no longer provided any markings, returning back to the original source to do it all over again.

"Precioso" Valentino awed as he watched the display, making sure to take as many pictures and videos.

sending them to "daddy" happily, knowing it would make him jealous to not see them in person.

 

Vox was twitched in his seat, electricity sparking around his form as he stared at his phone.

"Dammit Valentino" Vox growled as he looked at the photos the moth was sending, livid at how he wasn't there to see.

"Vox!" Velvette shouted at the TV, snapping him out of his rambling mind.

Seems like the meeting they were attending had ended, his disengagement leading to the influencer doing all the work, something which made her quite pissed herself.

"Ah, Velvette, my apologies" Vox began despite knowing it was too late to beg for forgiveness.

"Cut the crap Vox, I wanna see what was so fucking important that I had to do this whole fucking presentation by myself!" Velvet snapped as she snatched the TV's phone away.

What she saw was a view into the other V's past time.

A little angler fish demon in a large white T-shirt, only not so white anymore as it was covered in splats of paint, matching his paint-stained hands and face.

"Can I have my phone back now?" Vox asked, feeling a bit on edge as the mannequin demon took a long while examining the photo.

"The fuck you got him wearing?!" Velvette questioned as she finally broke the silence, making the TV jump back by surprise.

"Uhh" Vox stuttered, not expecting that reaction.

"Come on Vox, a sinner with those cute features and that's what you got him in?" Velvette continued her passionate rant.

"Ok we haven't been that bad, we just think-" Vox tried to convince, to say how one was sliced by the brat himself, only for the influencer to cut him, clearly fired up.

"Yeah clearly, come on" Vellvette groaned in frustration as she stood up, a plan set in mind and went off.

"Wait Velvette, I didn't think you'd be interested in this" Vox exclaimed as he followed, fast on his feet.

"Well you never fucking asked, and you need my help, I swear my talents are wasted here with you two, I should have been the first person to ask for this instead of picking up random cream shit!" Vellvette spouted as she power walked to the room, having tracked Valentino's phone to where this was taking place.

"Not so loud my dear" Vox urged as he tried to avoid their workers getting too suspicious or start following.

"Fuck them" Vellvette simply spat as they reached the room.

"Valentino, open the fucking door!" Velvette ordered as Vox ensured they hadn't been followed, shooting any wandering eyes a hypnotic look to make them get back to work.

 

"Ai, the fuck you-" Valentino tried to yell before being forced out of the way, entering the room.

"Just shut up" Velvette commanded as looked around, spotting her target who had been still slapping the paper, the colours mixing, causing the paper to become all brown and soggy. Only to look up in startled by the sudden loud voice and presence.

"clean him up and we can get started" Velvette continued to direct, clapping her hands twice as the other two V's could only nod.

Vox scooped the overwhelmed fish in arms, leaving Valentino to clean up the rest of the paint's mess.

Velvette stamped her foot impatiently, waiting for the TV to cleanse the angler demon of all remnants of paint, fussing and wriggling as even in his cloudy headspace he hated the feeling of water, even through the towel.

"come on come on" Vellvette muttered as Vox made sure all was clean and dry before presenting him back to Velvet, he couldn't do anything about the stained T-shirt but he doubted it mattered.

"he's ready for you my dear" Vox sighed sarcastically, placing him back on the floor in front of all three of them.

The fish looked so overwhelmed by the sudden actions before the feeling of magic flowed around his body.

"No, no, no" Velvette muttered as she switched outfits on the angler demon A series of clothes shifted rapidly. Eventually, she did find some that satisfied her, finding he suited loose-styled clothes, comfy but casual, and black and green colours making his neon and cyan features pop fashionably.

"Right, that'll do" Velvette announced as she finished, the pile of clothes that she was happy with appearing to the side and leaving Baxter in a black fluffy jumper, navy jogging pants (for practicability and the fact jeans just wouldn't fit correctly with the diaper) black socks and shoes.

"Thanks, Velvette, what would we do without you" Vox asked rhetorically as he took had to admire the mannequin demon's handy work.

"Remind yourself that when you decide to dress anything up so tacky, speaking of" Velvette answered before using her magic once more.

Changing the pacifier-looking gag into an actual pacifier.

"The straps were hiding that baby face, fuck I'm allowing that to ruin my work" Velvette scoffed.

When Baxter reached for the pacifier in interest, the feeling of magic intrigued his infantilised mind, pulling at the ring but finding it still couldn't be pulled out.

"Oh, the magic is still active" Valentino pointed out as Vox went to scoop up his little fish who was becoming overwhelmed and finicky as he couldn't complete his task, booping where a nose would have been and began rocking to provide solace.

Only for an idea to pop into the TV's mind.

"Actually velvette, would you mind if you help us with some more wardrobe creations ?" Vox asked innocently, contradicting with the evil grin plastered on his face.

Chapter 11: A big day

A wince of unease replaced the distant face that Baxter had been displaying. Having been completely oblivious to the awws and coos that watched from above as he was now dressed in a navy and white sailor suit, hat and shiny shoes included.

"Real original Vox" Velvette commented disapointedly despite catching a quick pic herself.

"Oh come on, he looks precious in that" Vox laughed as he approached the little fish, the pained face slowly becoming more intense.

"Seems like someone's mind is coming back" Vox murmured, going over to pick up the angler demon. Due to the high potency of each potion they had to dilute them to not overdose, which had the side effect of not lasting as long.

"He needs a top-up?" Valentino asked as he went to collect another shiny bottle.

"Hold that thought" Vox quickly told, halting the moth's movements, bending down to the fish's level as he watched him struggle.

"Velvette, your clothes can cloak a person's identity right?" Vox questioned, looking up at the mannequin demon who had promised not to post any of the pics she had taken.

"Of course, they can" Velvette scoffed at, in her opinion, the idiotic question.

"Good, mind activating it on his outfits" Vox persited to ask with anticipation.

"Sure, but why do you want to do that?" Velvette answered, her curiosity causing her to look away from her phone.

"I have many reasons" Vox responded, watching with a grin as the fog in the fish's eyes began to fade away.

"Now please excuse me, I have a meeting to prepare for" Vox pardoned himself as he picked Baxter up to begin his search for what he needed.

"Whatever, just so you remember, the clothes will make him look like one of your sharks, just as long as you don't-" Velvette tried to warn before an irritated Valentino placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Don't worry querida, we've got it handled from here, you should get going before you miss your little photo shoot" Valentino trilled as he practically shoved her out of the room, wanting to have a private talk with his partner.

"The fuck are you doing?" Valentino questioned the moment they were alone behind closed doors.

"What, I'm just thinking of a new way to treat away his disobedience" Vox wavered as he began tying a baby holder onto his frame.

"We already are, you know, the whole potion idea we agreed on, if you're doing what I think you're doing, you're just rewarding his bad behaviour" Valentino argued, annoyed at how fast Vox was quick to forget their agreements.

"It's fine, I'm just thinking, if he sees what happens when he gets what he wants and it isn't as freeing as he imagines, well I can only how much it'll crush his spirit, and he'll learn only Daddy can pick up the pieces" Vox spelt out as he finished packing a baby bag to bring with him, Baxter holding his poor head as his mind was returning to him with a vengeance.

"Look, you can still use them if you want, but in the end, it's my decision what I do with my employees" Vox declared as he was finished with this conversation.

"Very well mi amore, you're the boss" Valentino sighed as he decided to drop the subject" Valentino sighed as it was clear the TV had made his mind up.

(The hell happened, how long was I out) Baxter groused as his thoughts were finally stable enough to piece together.

"Back with us kiddo?" Vox asked, clicking his fingers clicked in the fish's face, pupils back to normal size as they targeted where the aggressive snaps were coming from.

"Good, because it's time for a little walk" Vox exclaimed, giving no time for a response as he picked the angler demon to hold him where a mirror was placed.

"What do you think? Velvette was very kind to give you a new outfit, you'll need to thank her when you see her" Vox proclaimed as he continued holding the fish to the mirror, showing Baxter that he was now dressed in those embarrassing sailor suites.

(Oh for fucksake!) Baxter growled, the TV just had to be this cliche and on the noes didn't he, taking offence to the clothing as demonly possible?

Smiling at the fish's disgusted face holding him higher to be manoeuvred into a that was strapped around the TV's torso.

"Hope you're comfy" Vox ridiculed as it was clear from the fish's shocked and flustered face that it was not indeed comfy, too snug he would have said if possible.

"Today was to be my time with the baby Voxy" Valentino pouted, grumbling as he watched how much the TV was having, once more feeling ignored.

"Is that why you were so bitchy? look, tomorrow I'll let you have him all to yourself, I promise" Vox grumbled before softening, a moment of contemplation that perhaps he had been a bit too unfair to his partner for the past few days.

"You better hold up to that" Valentio purred as it was like he forgot his jealousy, loving the TV's inviting tone, coming over to embrace his partner.

(I'm gonna be sick) Baxter groaned as he looked away in disgust as the two overlords made out just above.

"Ah, not in front of the baby" Vox reprimanded gently as he felt the moth try and squeeze his ass, remembering that it wasn't just them in the room.

"He's too young to understand" Valentio tried to insist, but one look from the TV told him to stop.

"Fine, fine, we'll need to get Velvette to look after him so we can have some 'alone time'" Valentino complied with a sigh before finishing with a sultry voice.

"Yes, but till then, we've got work to do" Vox droned as he became cautious of the time.

"Indeed" Valentino swooned, tracing a finger along the overlord's face.

"Now you be good for daddy" Valentino instructed the angler fish as he crouched down to his level, pinching his cheek before standing up, sending a kiss in Vox's direction and going to leave.

The fish rubbed his cheek as he watched in loathing as Vox picked up the bags of "essentials".

Once finished the TV followed the moth's lead, the fish's eyes widened in panic as Vox opened the door as wide as he could.

"What's wrong baby? isn't this what you wanted?" Vox asked condescendingly as he felt the fish stiffen, pressing his back as far as he could to avoid the door.

(Yes but not like this! I can't let anyone else see me like this!) Baxter screamed as he shook his head aggressively.

Despite Baxter's clear protest Vox began walking out, striding with with pride as the fish internally screamed, heartbeat racing in terror of what was to come.

And yet as they continued, none of the workers batted an eye, if they did they'd just look back like it was all completely normal.

Scepticism replaced the fear he had just felt.

Perhaps a concealing spell had been placed? yes, that must have been it, there simply was no other explanation. Vox did want him to continue working for him after this after all, it would tarnish his and the TV's image if this little secret was revealed so easily.

How foolish he was and worst he gave the TV the reaction he had been wanting. Yet it still hadn't allowed Baxter to develop any feelings of relief, feeling too exposed and humiliated for that to be possible.

"Afternoon sir" The chorus of yes men echoed as he and Vox entered the meeting room, standing at the front.

Baxter tried holding his breath, he felt so unprotected, like everyone was staring through whatever cover that had been put in place.

(What if it disappears!) Baxter internally screeched, still feeling like he was on display as Vox turned the generator on, ignorant to the fish's turmoil.

"Ok, to start I have one question for you all" Vox began calmly, ensuring all attention was on him.

Only for that relaxed and friendly face to switch with a glitch in an instant.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Vox yelled, slamming his hands on the table, almost flinging Baxter out of the carrier and making all in that room quiver with fright.

"In the past few days, I have noticed our rates declining, by a whole fucking 50% " Vox stated as he smacked the wall where the projector showed the graphs, evidence to the TVS claim.

"Anyone want to fucking explain?" Vox insisted, irritation building as the workers continued to shake like pathetic maracas.

"Um, sir if I can say-" one of Voxs workers began hesitantly as Vox nodded to let them have the floor.

"We have found the decline due to the scientist, Baxters, disappearance for the past few days" the demon continued, trying to excuse their failures, their colleagues nodding vigorously in agreement.

(Are they trying to blame me, those imbecilic cowards) Baxter snarled, only to feel a hand pet his head, telling him to calm down.

"What is your point? you saying you can't do your jobs without relying on the doctor's efforts" Vox asked impatiently, defending Baxter in the process.

"No sir, but we always approve the quality with him before sending them off-" the demon tried to continue his defence before he was caught off by another slam on the table.

"What's the point in paying you if every one of you has to have him check it over, the doctor has his own fucking work" Vox growled even more defensively.

Baxter couldn't help but stare in utter bafflement, how could someone be so fast to humiliate him and so fast to defend his honour? Perhaps he was only saying that because he was here? No there'd be no point, he'd get more out of it to be on the moron's side. Flowery words wouldn't get Baxter to forgive him, but grateful at least to know that Vox knew of his worth. The fish wasn't sure what to think.

"So you shouldn't worry about the doctor's whereabouts, instead you should start thinking of ways in which makes me not fire you all here and now" Vox threatened, the yes men nodding with gulps caught in their throats.

"That being said, let's continue with what is Voxtechs next steps to recover your failures" Vox announced as he pressed a remote to continue to the next slide.

Baxter had to admit that he had been enjoying the time away from baby hell, having concerns, critiques and improvement ideas bouncing in his brain, fidgeting with exasperation at how they'd only stay in thought.

His concentration was interrupted by the sudden feeling of warmth pressing against him due to the baby carrier's tightness.

(no, no, please no, not here!) Baxter exclaimed with disgust and mortification. Sadly his writhing had caught the TV's attention.

"Stop squirming or I'll reveal you right here, right now" Vox threatened with a whisper, ensuring all were too busy with their notes to notice.

At once Baxter stilled as much as he could, trembling at both the feeling and thought.

 

"Ok, back to work!" Vox ordered tiredly but firmly. Having been an hour until the meeting had finished.

Once satisfied all had left, Vox drooped in exhaustion.

"Idiots, the lot of 'em" Vox muttered as he rubbed his temples before finally looking down.

"Now then, what were you fussing about before" Vox questioned, his energy returning as work was done and was time to play.

Picking the fish up and swiviling him around he noticed how low the fish's fins were pointed, face flushed in shame, eyes distant and glossy, teeth clenched and the TV could feel him shake like a leaf. Vox knew at once what had caused such a reaction.

"Aww, poor baby, you needed a change didn't you?" Vox uttered, causing Baxter to wince harder, providing him with a clear yes to his question.

"Daddy's sorry baby, but you know, you wouldn't have been in this situation if we could have trusted you to not be constantly supervised" Vox voiced as he placed Baxter on the table.

(N, no not here!) Baxter cried, how if he ever does return to work, look at this table the same again?!

Vox pulled out all the equipment to change him, blind once more to the fish's perceptions.

The angler fishes ass felt like it was on fire, sitting in a dirty diaper for that long had not been kind to his wounds, and with it being so long without pain medication, he had to roll from his back to balancing on his knees to relive the throbbing aching.

"What are you doing?" Vox chuckled at his pain, easily placing him back on his back as he hadn't been done cleaning, pressing the pressure back with double the strength.

Baxter whined, shuffling as Vox took his sweet time applying the cream and re-clothing him.

(It hurts too much) Baxter groused as he turned back onto his knees, praying Vox wouldn't place him back.

But he wouldn't be in hell if God loved him.

"Does someone want tummy time or something, what are you doing?" Vox continued to giggle and mock, turning him back once more.

"No!" the fish tried to say through the pacifier as he fought against the hold to roll for a third time.

It was only then did Vox finally seemed to connect the pieces.

"Ohh, poor baby, you want your medicine don't you ?" Vox asked tauntingly.

Baxter glared as best he could as he rested on his hands and knees.

"Well show me how much you want it" Vox stated as he placed his hands, watching the angler sinner closely.

"Come on, come to Daddy" Vox urged as he stood high at the front of the table, hands bending inwards to make a "come this way" motion.

(H, he expects me to crawl to him) Baxter blinked as he read the signs.

He could only glare with a murderous intent as Vox just once more, smiled that fucking smile that told him he was completely powerless.

Shaking with resentment as his ego battled with him once more. He could just leave Vox waiting, just to try and show he wasn't as pathetic as he thought, but his knees and arms were starting to become uncomfortable, he could lie on his side, but even that would rage his wounds which were growing more and more intense.

So to ease his physical torment compared to his mental...he began to crawl.

Face down as he absolutely refused to see the pride he knew Vox was displaying, the sound of crinkling was torturous to his finned ears.

Eventually, he reached the end of the table but saw the TV take a step back. Forcing the fish's head to look up as the TV was pushing his limits. he was expecting the fish to reach up to him the bastard.

Swallowing whatever was left of his pride, he shakily stood on his knees and raised his arms, squeezing his eyes as his face burned in utter humiliation.

"Awww, such a good big boy, who's my good big boy!" Vox cheered as he ended the fish's prolonged torture, scooping and holding the fish in his arms, avoiding irritating his wounds any further with one arm under his back and the other under his kneepits, hugging him tighter as it looked like he was holding in his squeals.

"I'm glad you're learning to behave like my good smart boy again" Vox sighed happily as the two finally began to leave the meeting room, making sure to collect the essential bag and other dirty items in a bag to be binned before returning to the fishes "prison cell".

"You had such a busy day, didn't you? painted us such a pretty picture, got new clothes and even got to join Daddy at work" Vox recapped excitedly before he placed the fish into his new crib.

As Vox left to grab his bottle, blue bars appeared above where the rails ended, connecting the two completely caging him in. Baxter might have tested them out if not completely exhausted from the busy day.

When the TV demon returned to pick Baxter back up the blue bars disappeared, showing only those outside the crib could disable it.

"Better get some sleep tomorrow for another busy day tomorrow, kiddo" Vox muttered, making small talk as he fed the small angler demon.

Baxter made no motion to fight as the warm fuzzy feeling re-entered his body. He really didn't care what he felt, as long as it wasn't pain.

Chapter 12: Playdate

Regaining conscious once more Baxter was starting to feel this was becoming repetative. The horrible ache in his head had now also progressed its way to his stomach. As many nutrients as the milk said it included, it simply wasn't enough to fill an adult demon, even for Baxter who had grown accustomed to eating little when too in the zone, causing him to skip meals. Regardless it was becoming a problem, sinners could survive not eating at all but it made them incredibly weak and vulnerable. That was probably Vox's plan, to keep him deficient and frail, perfect for his game.

He'd have happily pondered this to distract himself from gnawing desire if he hadn't been startled by the door banging open suddenly.

Turning around lazily as he was still waking up, he watched the figure of Valentino enter the room in a clear frenzy. Opening the cabinet doors frantically as if he was looking for something.

"Fucking, Vox where did you put your shit?!" Valentino fumed as he grabbed some bottles and placed them in a bag.

Baxter watched him run around, his irritation growing more and more as he couldn't find what he was looking for

"Ah fuck it, don't have time for this" Valentino growled as he gave up his search and turned his way to the observant fish.

The moth explained nothing as he practically yanked him out of the bed.

"Fucking Travis, not telling me about this stupid shoot, swear if he didn't know how to direct a camera I'd-" Valentino squeaked aggressively as he placed the fish on the changing table.

Taking him out of a onesie that Vox must have put on him once he lost consciousness.

(At least I'm no longer in that god-forsaken sailor suit anymore) Baxter grumbled in strained relief.

That relief was destroyed instantly as the agitated moth began wiping and applying cream hurridly, irritating his skin which was not ideal when the pain seemed to be finally subsiding.

Valentino had put a top on him with a little chibi shark but it looked like what the moth had been trying to find and useful was any fucking pants! leaving his legs and diapered behind exposed.

"Right, you just gonna have to have your bottles when we're at the studio" Valentino grumbled as he walked the fish to the corner of the room.

That was where a pink-padded pram was finally making its announcement. The angler demon was placed and secured in snuggly inside with a blanket being the only cover to cover his hidden shame.

(He can't be serious! this is somehow more undignified than the carrier!) Baxter whined, covering his face as he blued aggressively. He had become worried that this burning sensation would never leave, having felt it since day one of this new type of hell.

But Baxter's degradation wouldn't slow Valentino down as he manoeuvred the pushchair towards the exit

The angler sinner held the blanket over his head to give him somewhat of another coat of cover, there was no confirmation of how the overlords hid him from the other employees but he wouldn't take a chance.

"Alright, let's get this shit done!" Valentino yelled as they just arrived where a group of barely covered men and women were fixing up their makeup and just touching up their lines.

Perhaps it was good Baxter was holding up the blanket or he'd be blishing for a different reason.

Valentino carried on babysitting in the director's chair, rolling the pram in front of him as the crew ran and scrambled to their positions.

"Sorry papiqto, but papi just needs to do this and then we can have the rest of the day to play" Valentino said as he finally acknowledged the fish, holding the blanket down to take out his pacifier before grabbing a bottle from the bag.

"Daddy might get upset if he found out I let you watch my line of work, so why don't we make sure you don't remember any of this" Valentino questioned as he made sure to give him the mind meddling bottle, this one excluded the emotion inhabiters as he didn't want the angler fussing while they tried to work.

"Alright, let's get this shit done!" Valentino barked as he made sure to bring down the hood of the pram as the sultry music began to play.

"And action!" A voice shouted as the fish's head began to feel heavy and hazy.

 

"Ok, that's a wrap, take 10, everyone, before we start the next scene" Travis's voice ordered as happy with how the scene played out.

With his actors occupying themselves, going for a smoke break or lunch the moth took a moment to have a look at how his chaquito was doing.

Looking inside the pram, the little fish seemed to be peacefully occupying himself, hands feeling the blanket and drooling as he watched his lure wave above him.

"Making such a mess, my little bebé?" Valentino chuckled as he took the ends of the blanket to wipe away the dribble that had already gotten onto his top.

"Hmm, needs a change too" Valentino muttered as he placed his hand under the blanket, seeing that the fish's mess wasn't just applicable to above.

But as the porn overlord pondered if he had the time to clean him up, he caught a set of 8 eyes looking over his shoulder.

Angel Dust seemed to have appeared for his time to be on set behind him, looking in confusion at the moth's actions as he was done cleaning away the dribble.

"The fuck are you looking at?" Valentino questioned as he followed the spider's eyes, luckily it seemed it was only Angel that had been the only one looking, the others too busy either talking during their break or tweaking the equipment.

"Ah, nothing" Angel tried to excuse, but Valentino wasn't buying it.

Grabbing his hand, the moth pulled him down where he sat he sat, looking into the spider's face. His face showed fear but confusion. Taking a quick glance at Baxter who was lazily watching them he began to question the porn star.

"Tell me, mi corazón, what do you see in there" Valentino questioned with a whisper, raising his wing to block the others, ensuring no one could hear or see what they were doing.

"Uh, an ABDL actor?" Angel answered, not taking too much of a look as he just wanted the moth to let him go.

However, Valentino was not happy with that answer.

"In your dressing room, now" Valentino snarled as he threw the spider back.

Standing back to his full height Valentino ensured no one else could see the fish's identity, pushing a very terrified angel to his room with the pram itself, back towards the set as all three of them were locked inside a small boudoir.

Not even 5 seconds in and Valentino had Angel trapped in a corner, looking down threateningly as one hand grabbed and squeezed his jaw upwards to meet his eyes.

"Now you listen good angel cakes" Valentino began to growl.

"You weren't meant to see this, no one was" the overlord spoke, twitching his head towards the smaller sinner sitting quietly in the pram.

"This is my and Vox's private project so if I find out you telling anyone, I will remove that spine of yours and fuck you with it!" Valentino threatened, a sharp knife-like nail clawing into the spider's neck.

"Val, I swear I won't, I, I hardly saw-" Angel tried to plead before being silenced by the moth's hand.

"shut it, fuck if Vox finds out" Valentino ordered before muttering the last parts of his conversation.

But then a brilliant idea popped into his bald little head.

"Actually, I think I can make this work, lonliness can cause babies to act out, perhaps a playdate wouldn't be fully out of the question" The overlord muttered as a more confident grin appeared on his face.

"Val-" Angel tried to ask, pure terror on his face as he had no idea what the moth was planning to do.

Valentino shoved the spider onto his bed, but unlike the many times when Valentino would take him there and then, the moth walked to the exit of the room.

"Everyone get out, we'll continue shooting tomorrow" Valentino ordered to the rest of the crew.

The sounds of unison disarray echoed around the room, Valentino ignored them, silencing them further by slamming and locking the door.

"Now then, first things first" Valentino sang as he walked back to where Angel lay in dread, hearing as the outside became quieter.

Valentino always made sure everything for spontaneous punishments or "rewards" was within the spider dressing room, including-

Angel watched in despair and defeated helplessness as he allowed his contract owner to do as he wanted, taking off his shoes, shorts, shirt and underwear. Leaving Angel Dust stripped of all clothing until he was padded with a diaper to fit his height, this one being a normal brand compared to a seal, he wasn't planning on taking care of him all day in contrast to the fish.

"Angel, this is Baxter, Baxter angel" Valentino introduced once the moth was finished, taking him out of the pram and onto the floor so the fish could see his new playmate.

"You'll need to be patient and gentle with him, poor chaquito is on some very high pain medication" Valentino elucidated further before turning his attention back to the bag.

Leaving the spider a few seconds to get a proper look.

(Jesus, he wants me to fuck this shrimp like this? I mean, gotta give the bastard this, he knows who to pick to match his kinks but damm this guy is tiny!" Angel's thought is bafflement.

Angel had always found fish calming and cute, and seeing a sinner that matched that description, completely out of his mind as he looked at him so innocently, it really did make Angel sick.

(God, I'll make this quick) Angel flinched, feeling bad at taking advantage of a guy who clearly couldn't give consent.

(Just don't look or think about it) Angel ordered, moving a confused Baxter onto the floor.

Angel was about to kneel over him, hating how he had to do this before Valentino caught them.

"OI! The fuck you doing? did I say to fuck him?!" Valentino exclaimed as he dragged the spider away from the fish by the hair, yanking a few strands as he hit the floor, hard.

"N, no I-" Angel tried to apologise, once more bewildered as the moth usually hated giving the spider instructions outside of a shoot, expecting him to know what to do and to start immediately.

"No WHAT?" Valentino roared as he was about to hit his favourite "plaything".

"No, Daddy" Angel cried as he tried to brace himself for an impact.

Only for a cry from the fish bellow save the spider's face, looking in discomfort as unknown to the moth, his mind was coming back to him.

"Ai, chaquito, did the mean spider push you?" the moth soothed, taking the fish in his arms and beginning to rock.

(The fuck is going on?!") Angel yelled internally, completely thrown out of the loop as he watched the porn overlord act so...caring!?

"Now what do we say, angel?" Valentino questioned as Baxter's cries were slowly calming.

"Sorry," Angel apologised instinctively, earning him a gentle head pat in comparison to a slap.

"Good boy" the spider's abuser praised before placing the fish on the bed with Angel.

"Now you two stay here while I get some more equipment, and don't do anything stupid!" the Moth ascribed as he went to leave, ensuring his threatening message was made clear to the spider.

Angel nodded rapidly before the moth left the two be.

(The fuck is this if it ain't one of his sick kinks) Angel asked as he heard the door click.

He needed answers.

Looking back to the other sinner in the room, it seemed like he had a headache in replacement to his cries.

"Ok, you" Angel began, pulling his pacifier out so the fish could talk to him.

"The fucks gotten Val to play daddy, in the non-kinky way?" Angel investigated.

Yet the fish just looked in puzzlement, eyes just starting to focus.

"Hey, you with me?" Angel paused, clicking his fingers to try and get the fish to concentrate, whatever Val and Vox did to him, it must have been intense for someone to act like this.

"Ugh," the fish groaned at the loud noise as the world around him finally made sense.

"What the fuck happened?" Baxter finally spoke, but before Angel could even repeat his questioning, the angler demon had some questions of his own.

"W, wait, I can finally talk? w, where am I" Baxter asked, his mind already feeling overloaded by the new setting and information, feeling like he was about to start hyperventilating.

"Hey, easy kid, easy, take a breather" Angel tried to ease, the two weren't going to get anywhere if he allowed this to continue.

"W, who are you?" Baxter suddenly asked, jumping back in surprise at the new figure.

"Easy doll, it's angel dust, we're still in the studio, you remember?" Angel tried to soothe, voice no longer as demanding and tried to give the fish some answers.

"...Partly, ugh, fuck, my head" Baxter eventually answered once the panic began to relieve, only making the headache more noticeable.

"Right, so now you're back in the present, mind explaining all...this?" Angel questioned as he was confident that the fish had calmed down enough, still waiting for answers and knew it wouldn't be long until their torturer came back.

"What?....oh fucking hell!" Baxter muttered, only to look down at where the spider was directed to, seeing his diaper on full display for another person to see, immediately feeling self-conscious.

"What day is it?" Baxter meekly asked, sounding desperate to this person he hardly knew, but was at least giving him answers.

"Friday" Angel answered, ignoring how his questions kept being ignored, but he supposed he needed to gain some sort of trust with this "Baxter" guy.

"5 days...how has it only been 5?! 5 fucking days of this shit!" Baxter uttered in astonishment, slowly building into a rage.

"Wait, you've been age-playing for that long in a row?" Angel questioned with an added surprise.

"Not by choice" Baxter shouted angrily, hands gripping the sheet so hard the nails were ripping the sheets.

Only Baxter looked up, seeing the spider looking at him defensively, causing the angler demon to sigh, despite his shame, he shouldn't be directing his anger out on someone who could be a useful aid.

"Sorry...since I don't know when I'll have the opportunity next to have a somewhat intellectual conversation I suppose I should explain" Baxter apologised before beginning to tell his story.

"Vox has been forcing me into this infant state for his own amusement for as you said 5 days and somehow has convinced the other two V's to join in this farce! It is appalling! To have someone like I, with master degrees, to be treated and used as their pathetic playtoy" Baxter finished with great mortification, not wanting to get into details but it felt somewhat good to vent out his thoughts.

Angel looked from intrigued to a face of understanding, perhaps a little empathy as he could only see himself through this little fish he hardly knew.

"I get it" Angel decided to reply.

A look of annoyance crossed the fish's face before Angel Dust continued his case with a considerate smile.

"No seriously, Vals forced me into all types of roles and shit, I mean look at me" Angel laughed unthreateningly as he tried to explain himself, pointing to himself where Baxter had only now realised he too was wearing a diaper, making the fishes trust start to truly build.

"So, you said he's been making you wear that brand for 5 days straight too? without break?" Angel asked in pure curiosity once he saw the fish start to relax.

Another look of vexation on the fish's face before the pornstar had to raise his non-threatening arms once more, this guy was much too easy.

"Relax, I ain't judging, we're in the same boat remember, I just wanna warn ya that if you do get a chance for "normality" you gotta be prepared, takes a while" Angel warned, cringing in misery-filled memory.

"How long?" Baxter asked in turn, a question that had been on his mind for a while.

"Uhh, can't say, but when Val was into it, even when I didn't wear them after the shoot it took a few weeks" Angel tried to explain, it hadn't been too long since they did it but he did so much weird shit it was kinda hard to keep track.

"You can't be serious, weeks?!" Baxter exclaimed in frustration.

However before Angel could give any condolence, it was noticeable that the steps behind the door were becoming louder.

Angel in fast reflexes grabbed the fish and the pacifier as he stared terrified at the door.

"What are-" Baxter tried to protest but was quickly shushed.

"We'll talk later" Angel said as he put the pacifier back into the fish's mouth.

Just in time before the Moth Overlord opened the door, holding bags of all types of goodies.

"I'm back~" Valentino sang as he walked towards the two with a bounce in his step.

"Aww, well isn't this nice to see you two getting along" Valentino cooed as he saw Angel holding Baxter comfortably in his lap.

"Let's get this little playdate started" Valentino proclaimed as he picked the fish from the spider, replacing him with a bottle of the shiny milk.

"Now I want you to drink all of this" the moth instructed warningly before going to change Baxter.

Finally finding where Vox had kept the rest of his clothes, he was now dressed into a cosy blue starfish onesie, back to being properly protected by a restored cloak if anyone was foolish enough to open the door.

Holding him in his lap as he reintroduced a bottle of his own mind-numbing and reintroduced emotion spikers, thinking Baxter's mind would be coming back to him soon, unknown to him it already had.

"Now how is my original baby doing?" Valentino asked as he left Baxter safely on the floor to see how Angel was doing.

Which was seemingly to be in the same position that Baxter had been, hazy gaze and faraway look as the potion took place, having a bigger bottle than Baxter to ensure it had the same effect.

"Good boy" Valentino praised as he saw all the potion had been drinking, the spider no longer having a stable grip to hold it.

Taking the bottle away he began changing the spider into his own clothes, a pink top that said "daddies little princess" pink shorts and a pair of fluffy socks, perfect to play in as he had also gone to get Angel his own pacifier, a sparkly pink one with the same sealing ability as the fish.

"Now why don't you play with this and you can play with this" Valentino asked as he gave Angel a little pink rattle and Baxter a bead maze toy.

"Oops almost forgot" Valentino quickly said as he clipped a bib around the fish's neck, not wanting to get any drool on his clothes in case it caused the disguise to fail once more. He just hoped Baxter's cute face would save the moth from her "hormonal" rage as he put it.

Valentino now done with the preparation, simply sat back, observing how both "babies" were playing contently with their toys.

Angel shook his instrument intently as Baxter batted the wooden toy.

 

After a few minutes, Angel's curious cloudy mind had grown bored of the noisy toy and took interest in the angler fish's swaying lure.

Trying to grab it as the smaller sinner was intently swivelling the beads, flicking at them until he felt something grab him. Letting out a whine as Angel tried to tug at it to come to him, alerting Valentino to what was happening as he had just been swiping his voxtagram.

"No, angel let go, bad baby, how does it feel when someone does it to you?" Valentino scolded as he walked over to make the spider let go and yanked the porn star's own hair to deliver a taste of his own medicine.

Baxter was now distracted from the bead maze, he was now more interested in the spider's chest floof which couldn't have been contained in his top.

Reaching out he was happy to find it feeling nice and soft in his hands, not pulling but just feeling.

"See, now you be just as gentle" Valentino smirked as he watched how focused the fish seemed.

Bending down to pull up the hood of the fish's onesie, hiding away his lure to then place the spider's hand to feel the hood's fluffy texture in turn.

Valentino ensured to take a picture of the scene of both sinners innocently discovering the new textures.

It wasn't long until the two were becoming tired, Baxter once more being found lying against Angel as the spider himself yawned midcuddle.

"Looks like you two are ready for a nap" the moth commented, striding forward as he very easily picked the two up. Ensuring both were dry before placing them into their sleeping areas, Angel in his bed and Baxter back in his pram.

He had to take the fish back to his room after all.

Speaking off, he better head off, Vox would be wondering where they were.

So collecting all equipment he left Angel to sleep off the potion. Leaving him in the clothes to remind him of what happened and the threat if he even thought of saying anything. Not that he had too much worry, he knew how to control his babies, it was just Vox, Valentino was worried about.

Speaking of. Just as Vox placed the fish back into his crib his phone began to ring.

"Ah Vox mi Amado, what do I owe this pleasure?" Valentino trilled as he leaned against the crib.

"Velvettes on her way to take over babysitting, we need to talk" Vox's voice answered from the other side of the phone, he sounded serious.

Chapter 13: Just a quick chapter

"What's going on now?" Valentino asked as he slunk his way into Vox's office.

The TV head was currently staring at his screens, and hands-on table as he didn't look up to acknowledge the moth's entrance.

"Take a look at the screen" Vox ordered darkly as the dimmed room itself.

Valentino wouldn't lie, he was starting to become nervous, had Vox seen his little playdate? He understood how much the other overlord wanted to keep this as much as a secret, and while he did not worry about Angel spouting, he believed Vox would become very violent for going against him on a whim.

Instead, to his relief, it was a graph, pointing towards a big 80% circled in the corner.

"Wow, that's um-" Valentino stuttered as seeing how low sales were showing.

"It's ridiculous, that's what it is, I let Baxter take 5 days off and Voxtech goes down the drain?!" Vox yelled as he tossed the papers with an angry swipe.

Valentino looked down, seeing the papers were all resignation letters to every demon face crossed off in an angry red marker.

"I've had to fire nearly every useless employee that I have because they clearly haven't been pulling their fucking worth" Vox sighed as he walked to sit back in his seat with a tired harrumph.

"So due to that I have no choice but to bring Baxter back!" Vox continued to explain, a screen popping up from their secret room, Velvette on the phone and Baxter who looked like he was only starting to wake up.

"I didn't even get time to properly" Vox sighed disappointedly.

"Easy babe" Valentino began to soothe, seeing his partner so down was not a good look for him.

"You know, even if the little niño goes back to work, you don't have to stop playing completely" Valentino pursued sultry, placing a temptatious hand on the TV's arm.

"I'm listening" Vox announced, intrigued to hear what the moth had to say.

Chapter 14: Preparing, phase two

Baxter's eye had started twitching the minute he woke up.

Like it wasn't bad enough to find yourself strapped up in a plush practically neon pink pram, but a person just as blindingly overwhelming to his right yelling in his fins.

No longer the presence of Valentino and that odd Spider-Man who seemed to have been in the same predicament as he. But now the third and most vocal of the V's, Velvette. She just hadn't stopped complaining about how she was stuck on babysitting duty while the "crappy couple" conversed. Yet despite her insistent objections, she would look at him to give his perspectives at points. He would nod or shake his head busily to show he was paying attention and at each point, she'd respond with something along the lines of "exactly" and "so you get it". It was tiresome at best. Yet he could only feel somewhat grateful, other than the booming voice she had yet to do anything coddling, immediately favouring her above the other two overlords that had subjected him to such depravity.

Yet this little peace he should have known wouldn't last.

"Velvette, thank you for helping us with the baby, but I'm ready to take over" Vox announced as he opened the door, his broadcaster voice showing he had prepared that line.

"Ugh, about time, no offence cutie, but I'm a bad bitch on business, tata darling" Velvette exclaimed as she bounced back onto her feet, taking a quick moment to apologize to her new gossip buddy before making her way out, pushing past Vox as she was instantly on her phone to make numerous calls.

Vox smiled as he watched her leave before turning his attention back to the fish. Locking the door, his pace was smooth and slow as he began walking towards the angler demon. Immediately Baxter knew something was up.

Vox took the fish out of the pram to sit him and in the playpen, the two sat in front of one another like they were going to start a casual meeting.

Perhaps that wasn't too far off as Vox took the fish's pacifier out and produced some papers he had brought with him to show, placing them in the middle between each other.

"These, are the percentages of sales Voxtech have gathered from the past few days" Vox explained as he encouraged the angler sinner to look at them.

Baxter with a cautious and confused look went to grab one of the papers, and then another, and a few more, until he was scanning each and every one of them with a shocked analytical expression.

"As you can see, things have been...displeasing since you took your leave of absence" Vox began, reading the fish's face like an open book.

(You mean keeping me here against my will) Baxter internally growled looking over the pieces of Paper. He'd have said something but he didn't want to risk anything with how this conversation was going.

"I've had to fire many of the moochers I apparently have been producing, and so, I'm gonna have to have you come in to make up for it" Vox announced with a disappointed tone.

Yet the smaller sinner could only gleam in joy.

"Really!" Baxter exclaimed in utter delight, his esca glowing the brightest it had in decades.

"Yes, starting tomorrow you'll be required to continue back to your work schedule" Vox reinstated.

(Finally! this shits finally-) Baxter thought in euphoria like he was a child who had been given the gift he'd always wanted.

"However" Vox voiced a tone that practically ripped that gift out of the fish's hands and tore it to shreds right in front of him.

"I am aware that there are side effects that could come from this experience" the TV overlord indicated, looking at the fish from lure to toe.

"And as your boss and soul owner, I must provide my support in adjusting back into the workplace" The TV assured gently like he was about to give the solutions to all his problems.

(Knew this was too good to be true) The angler demon drooped.

"What are you implying sir" Baxter sighed defeatedly, having to force himself to look up.

"Firstly, when we are in private you will still address me as daddy" Vox stated, quick to make that rule clear, causing Baxter to shiver.

"Secondly, I will be popping in from time to time unless you come to get me regarding changes, I know how preoccupied you can get" Vox laughed, adding more fire to the fishes burning embarrassment.

"Sir, I can...change myself AND if I can ask, do you expect me to stay in these, THESE! I, if I keep wearing them I'll, never be able to get back to, normal" Baxter exclaimed desperately and exhaustedly, just hoping some sense he said could make it to his boss for once.

"Oh Baxter, precious boy, did you really think things would go back to normal after all of this" Vox simply mocked at the fish's pleas.

"but-" Baxter tried to continue his appeals.

"Continuing with that, the same applies to your bottles" Vox noted as he got back on track with his list.

"Can I at least leave work" Baxter exhaled as he was just grasping at straws that were his rights.

"Of course, but I doubt you'll be able to with all this work help out while I find more competent staff, that said if I find you still at work by 5 you'll be required to stay in this room so I can tuck you in, I would feel too worried having my baby roaming the streets of hell that late at night" Vox clarified with a condescending coo.

"As always I, Val and Vel will keep this matter to ourselves, they may wish to continue playing with you too" the overlord quickly added as he was finished speaking his rules.

"So, you agree to these arrangements?" The electronic overlord asked.

"Do I honestly have a choice if I didn't" Baxter soughed, utterly defeated as this conversation sucked all the fight from him.

"You're smart enough to figure that out" Vox teased as he booped where a nose would be.

"Now then" Vox changed the topic as he scooped the angler fish into his arms, only to be momentarily surprised when he felt something damp.

"Thought so, didn't think Vel would check" Vox sighed, making Baxter look down with a look of shock himself, quickly turning to a bitter look of disgrace.

"Aww, no need to get upset, you should be used to it by now" Vox chuckled as stood up to give the fish a change.

"C, can I go home tonight then?" Baxter asked as he tried to hold in his devastated tears.

"If you calm down I suppose you could, you do need to gather your equipment" Vox pondered as he grabbed a more appropriate set of clothes to go home in.

"Then, can I-" Baxter tried to ask further,, before having a pacifier plugged into his mouth.

"Shh, you're getting yourself all worked up" Vox soothed as he began undoing the onesie zip.

"But to answer your question, if you get to go home I'll put you in a normal diaper" Vox confirmed as he did just as said.

When they were done Baxter was dressed in a simple white T-shirt, black jacket, jeans, shoes and shoes.

"Now make sure you look both ways when you cross the street and remember, back here at 6" Vox sang as he handed the fish back his coat that he had been wearing when this whole nightmare started, including his phone, self-defence gun and most importantly, his keys.

Vox opened the door, holding it wide for the two to exit.

"S, so I can-" Baxter stuttered as he looked from his hands holding his coat, to the door, back to Vox.

"Yes, you're free to go unless, of course, you want to sta-" Vox piped honestly before slowly starting to close the door.

Baxter dashed, the door not even half closed as he ran as fast as he could, almost tripping in his hurry as Vox watched in pitying amusement.

 

Baxter gasped and huffed all the way back to his small shitty apartment, not caring for the odd looks given as he skidded and slide each pathway until he finally made it.

Opening the door with his keys and eye detector and slamming it shut.

Holding it with his outstretched arms and legs as if he were blocking out a monster that had been chasing him.

Gasping and gulping as his laboured breaths shook, just trying to calm down as his eyes stared at the inside of his home.

It took a while, having to remember breathing techniques, 5 things he saw, felt, smelt etc.

But it had been his emotions that had first returned to him. Tears of relief poured down his face as he slumped down against his door, holding himself close to try and console himself.

He did it, he survived long enough to finally be alone, to be out of his torturer's grasp, to escape that disgusting room. At that moment he didn't care he had to go back tomorrow, just being out for just a few seconds was a victory.

 

Once he pulled himself together, pushing his emotions back down, his mind was able to take over.

Standing back up he went to see how his home had held up while he had been practically kidnapped.

There was a break-in evident by the broken window, but his home security swiftly dealt with that, leaving him with an inventory worth of fresh specimens.

Other than that everything seemed the same.

A white lab rat demon, his current test subject, had passed on the operating table from blood loss, the husk was slowly trying to heal itself despite being torn to shreds. Well, it wasn't his fault he couldn't have been there to finish up. Regardless the sample was too long done. And so the fish manoeuvred the body into the incinerator, destroying all traces for them to fall back down to hell, not knowing where to take their vengeance due to not knowing the fish's whereabouts. He was a professional after all, he had to drug him to experiment on. So no he wasn't being hypocritical, he used this for scientific purposes, not depraved reasons.

Regardless, once he was done with that he went to scavage his freezer, that running had not done anything for his hunger. There was no point in looking inside his fridge as again, he rarely ate other than the odd energy bar, but he always had emergency rations just in case.

Using the temperature ray he made he defrosted a microwavable meal, it had been in there since 1946, and with his machine, it would still be edible.

But before he could even take a bite he felt...

"Shit!" Baxter yelled as he scrambled to the toilet.

But it was too late.

"Fucking!" The fish huffed as he kicked the used diaper into the bin, humiliation filling his body once more as he planted his face into his hands.

It was then he realised he hadn't any "protection" with him, his emotions taking over his mind once more.

And worse, he had very few towels that weren't already chemically claimed.

He had developed a serum that he had to spray on himself that would destroy all sweat and dirt to avoid needing any water over his head, and only small clothes to dust away any smoke created by his experiments.

He looked to the toilet paper in consideration, but it would do nothing to avoid leakage. It was then he looked down at his clothes. He saw no choice. So with great resentment, he took off his gifted T-shirt and stuffed it inside his underwear. He wasn't soiling any of his clothes, he hardly had any non-uniformed clothes as it was.

Once he took a moment to shake off his unease he shuffled his way to his computer.

Using the imps internet source in contrast to the sinners, it would definitely get the wrong idea if he used that, he began searching his questions.

It wasn't a surprise when searching "toilet training" used all cutesy wording, "little one", "baby" etc, it was sickening to read.

"I need to start on a serum to combat this because this would take too long!" Baxter sighed as his eyes couldn't take anymore. Why had he even tried?! he was a scientist for god sake, he should have done that from the star-

His stomach was killing him.

"Ugh, oh yeah" Baxter grumbled as he found he had been too distracted that he hadn't touched his food.

There were too many variables, too many things he had to do "first".

So with a sigh he hopped off his seat he went to eat.

Sitting down he couldn't help but poke at the miserable meal. poking it despite how much his stomach yearned. It had been so long since he ate, how would his stomach react.

badly.

very, very badly.

he ran to the bathroom once more and threw up more than he ate.

Breathing ragged as he wiped his mouth he saw he only had 5 hours left before he needed to be back at work.

"What's the point, I should just, try to get some sleep" Baxter staggered, the feeling of hopelessness washing over him with every step towards his bedframe-less mattress. Little as he ate, he slept even less. But it would be unwise to restart work when expecting ten times the worth than he usually gives.

So with a defeated fall into bed, he tried to allow sleep to take him.

Notes:

Apologies to those who wanted a chapter focusing on Baxter and Velvette's interaction. She's just too much of a busy working woman to spend so much time being on child watch, she's got places to be.

Chapter 15: Back to normality?

He in fact did not get any sleep.

5 hours of tossing, turning and staring up at the ceiling with tired eyes.

5 hours completely wasted as with tired red eyes loomed over to his clock.

"Should just get ready" Baxter sighed as he couldn't delay the inevitable any further.

He felt absolutely horrible. Still hungry but the feeling of sickness overpowered it. How he had no more anti-sickness pills in his home he couldn't say, perhaps it was how he never found the need for them due to keeping himself isolated from any type of disease. Regardless it hadn't made preparding himself any easier.

He luckily hadn't gone during the night due to having nothing in his system to start with. To keep it that way he avoided breakfast and just started to get changed. Fitting his signature lab gear while underneath he kept the makeshift diaper with him. He refused to buy them, the dread of being seen buying something so childish made it physically impossible, he had just started regrowing his ego.

There weren't as many demons so early in the morning, the ones that were, were either homeless, coming back from the clubs wasted or doing the same as him, just going to work.

He had run-ins from demons who were also up for a quick advance, but he had the advantage of self-defence. Regardless he was thankful he didn't have any run-ins this morning.

Scanning in and entering the V tower. He could see the surprised watchful eyes of his peers. He could hear the mutterings start "Wonder where he was?" "Wonder what Vox sent him off for?" "everyones been fired, don't think they were all taken for his experiments."

Baxter wished as he rolled his eyes at the incoherent babbling. But if that was the story they were developing then he didn't mind sticking with that, much better than the reality. He just hoped they weren't staring too deeply, he had checked himself 10 times in the mirror before he had left, praying that...something...wasn't obvious under his coat.

Marching to his lab he immediately started to work.

"fuck, he wasn't exaggerating" Baxter exclaimed as he saw all the papers piled on his workbench, so many missed deadlines, so many errors in design and use, and new creations that would take weeks to fully develop.

Nevertheless, he began sorting them into his own piles, what would take the longest, things that would take up space and resources, what could be dealt with just today etc.

He had found a good system and rhythm, the sounds of bubbling and clinking of glass tubes resumed to play after days of silence. It was music to the fishes ears, it calmed him and allowed him to get into the zone.

"What do you think you're playing at?" The voice of Vox asked, interrupting his merry melody, his relaxed demeanour shattering into one of stress and anxiety.

"I, I'm not playing sir I-" Baxter tried to defend, but with one look from the TV's face of annoyance, tapping his foot impatiently, he knew there was no point.

"I have to meet you before starting work, don't I?" Baxter sighed, fins drooping tiredly, catching onto the reason for his boss's annoyance.

"I thought that went without saying but clearly not" Vox groaned with incredulity, walking over as he easily scooped the fish into his hold.

"I know you're excited to get back playing scientist, but daddy needs to sort you out first" The TV overlord tutted as he placed the fish on the floor, the baby bag opened and ready for use.

"I mean just look at this, using a T-shirt for protection? one that Velvette gifted to you and one that you were so distracted that you've leaked!" Vox exclaimed as he began changing, disbelief taking over at what he was seeing.

"I forgot to ask for some to take home" Baxter muttered ashamedly.

"Doesn't seem like the only thing, you look horrible, you look sick, clearly haven't slept-" Vox began to rant, drilling into the fish's failures at basic self care.

Baxter looked away miserably, cringing as he was back into a sealed diaper.

"What am I going to do with you?" Vox asked with a sigh of endearment, patting the fish's head as he put the soiled toiletries in the bin, but still holding his pants and underwear.

"Can I have them back, please?" Baxter asked almost desperately.

"When they're clean baby," Vox told as he placed them into a plastic bag to take to the washers, the fish only watching in despair at the reminder of how he once more was losing any self-control.

"Now at 12:30 you will come to my office for a clearly needed nap and bottle, either that be your choice or I carry you there it's up to you" Vox warned as he finished up and was ready to go back to work.

The fish waited till his boss was out of the room before walking back to his secret potions, he was greatful he still had his homemade nail polish remover.

Using it he spilt a little bit on the straps. However, unlike last time where it immediately dropped.

He felt something get injected into the inner side of his left leg.

"Ow!" Baxter yelled in shock at the sudden piercing pain. Almost instantly he felt his balance crumble, causing him to fall onto his metal floor.

"T, the hell?!" Baxter yelled in bewilderment, sitting up he lost all feeling in his legs, unable to even wiggle a toe.

"Oh yeah, also that little trick of yours, we updated the company to tell them of that little loophole, gave us a big sum for letting us know and hush money. So now it activates what happens if you mess with it too much from a single drop. Surprised you haven't done it before but here we are" Vox's voice explained through the monitors, he had clearly been keeping an eye on him. And once more, due to his rash actions, he was paying the price. So with another deep and annoyed sigh he met the amused face of his master in the eye.

"D, daddy" Baxter began as his arms were becoming tired.

"Yes, little one?" Vox trilled playfully.

"Please, can you help me up," The angler demon asked, unable to hide the hatred and resistance of asking another for help, let alone his soul keeper?

"Of course, daddy is on his way" Vox claimed as the monitor sputtered, shooting the Overlord out like the girl from the ring.

"Guess you'll be coming to mine earlier than we arranged, did you just miss me that much, you never need an excuse to see me" Vox rambled cheerfully as he gleed in the doctor's misery simply being held by him.

The two had gotten to the TV's office just as how Vox entered the Fish's lab, it was extremely uncomfortable, but the fish had grown used to the feeling of mild electricity running into his body, at least it wasn't directed at him or then that would be painful.

"Now I knew your first day would have come with some snags, but this was a bit more than I expected-" Vox muttered to himself as he walked to his monitors, a travel crib next to his throne.

"But trying to wean yourself so fast when you're still so tiny, now that's just foolish, but again, what should I expect from just a little baby" Vox continued as he sat on his throne with Baxter sitting on his lap, grabbing a bottle out of the bag while Baxter scowled at how his actions were being thrown back in his face and his intellect was being bashed.

Vox placed the bottle to his mouth, but the overwhelming sensation of nausea made Baxter try to turn away.

"Now now, don't be difficult, we both know you need this" Vox insisted, holding him in place.

Now give him credit, he did try, but just one gulp made the sensation worse.

"S, stop!" Baxter yelled through the teat in his mouth, trying to resist allowing any more milk to enter.

"Baxter behave" Vox chastised as he struggled to hold the bottle in the fish's mouth, ignoring his wishes.

"I, I can't!" Baxter yelled as he swatted the bottle out of the TV's grip, a loud dropping sound as it rolled away, so close to the overused electrical wires.

Vox had been ready to grab the chain if he didn't take another look at the angler demon, holding his poor stomach and looked like he was about to-

Vox launched as he grabbed a nearby bin, holding it so the fish could get it all out.

"Easy" Vox urged as he patted his favourite employee's back gently.

"Kitty take this away and get some anti-nausea tablets would you" Vox ordered through his watch, that way he could focus his attention on the suffering fish in his arms.

"My poor, poor baby" Vox cooed as he sat the fish on his lap to get some air, patting his head in an attempt to soothe. The hand was warm, which wasn't helpful to the scientist who seemed to be burning up, and for once not fully from embarrassment.

When Kitty came back he mixed the pills into another bottle he had brought with him.

"Now I know you may not want this but it will help, I don't need you becoming dehydrated on top of everything else" Vox urged as placed the teat a bit more gently towards the fish, being patient as the fish slowly took the new serum, very resistant but with how cold it was he tried, the anti-nausea effect was almost immediate.

Eventually, Baxter had managed to sleepily intake everything, his mind simply focusing on his breathing and trying to calm his stomach.

"There we go, good boy" Vox sang gently as he placed the bottle back into the bag before taking off Baxter's coat and placing him delicately into the crib.

"Now why don't you have a little nap while daddy gets to work?" The overlord invited as he placed a light blanket onto the fish's frame and placed his pacifier back into his mouth.

Baxter watched silently as Vox simply smiled and returned back to the monitors. He felt fuzzy, his legs were still numb and his stomach just felt off. He returned his weary attention back to the TV, watching as he just acted like all of this was normal, working like a grown adult wasn't in a crib next to him.

 

He must have passed out at some point, he still felt fuzzy but a lot more alert. What had woken him up was the feeling of someone shifting him. Looking up he could see it was "kitty", the robot assistant, then looking down at what they were doing it looked like they were changing him.

It was different when a robot did it, it didn't feel as invasive compared to when another person did it, it was just a task to them. That however still didn't mean he enjoyed it.

"Ah, you're awake" Vox announced as Kitty finished their directive, walking off to complete another task on their index.

"How are we feeling baby?" Vox whispered as he gently picked the fish back up to lie against his chest.

"don't" Baxter murmured as the TV applied pressure to his stomach, tensing at the force.

"Still sore hmm" Vox questioned as he absentmindly picked back a 3rd bottle, this having the same qualities as the 2nd.

(how long had I been out? Did he get them when I was asleep or did Kitty get them?) Baxter pondered at how prepared Vox seemed to be.

Regardless he still took it, seeing it being the only thing providing him with a feeling of relief despite being in such a situation.

"Just a helpless baby" Vox chortled softly, watching as the still-waking fish took the bottle with hardly any fuss, delighting him to see that the fish had no other choice but to rely on him.

"I want you to remember these moments Baxter, I want you to know that you are completely lost without me. my precious little baby" Vox reminded as Baxter suckled on the bottle, looking so pitifully delicate and adorable in Vox's gaze.

Baxter could only how pathetic he looked, suckling on a bottle, in a fucking diaper and cuddled up in the lap of his "daddy". It fucking disgusted him more than any type of food poisoning could. How weak and helpless he must look to be stuck in this position. And despite it all, he did nothing. Not that there was anything he could think of that would do anything. His soul was Vox's to use and abuse however he wished.

At this stage, what was the fucking point?

Chapter 16: The first meeting back

He came to the conclusion that he must have fallen asleep yet again.

He felt less horrible physically, but mentally he felt worse than he had ever before.

(Today was meant to be a day of rebellion, to fight back and yet look where you are, sitting back in a crib after a milk-induced nap...the most vulnerable you let that bastard see...how low have I sunk" Baxter internally berated himself, hitting himself with a clenched fist to the forehead.

How many times will this cycle repeat until he just submits? Damm his stubbornness. He just refused to let Vox win his mind. At least there was some source of victory in that he supposed.

"Wakey wakey, kiddo, time for work" Vox's voice sang as the fish sat up.

Looking up he saw the TV twirling a silvery-looking...rope? in his hands.

"Valentino gifted us another little trinket perfect for today" Vox explained as he saw Baxter eying what was in his hands.

Walking to the crib he picked the angler sinner out and sat him on the floor.

"So I didn't get a chance to say but we both have a meeting to attend in 30 minutes, it's mainly for members who had stayed to understand what is expected from Voxtech employees, and you are a big part of that" Vox clarified as he redressed the doctor in his coat, shirt, socks and shoes, no need to change his diaper as it was dry.

An additional thing the TV had placed on the fish was the silvery item, which was now revealed to be a child restraint.

"Valentino explained that this little trinket will only be visible to you me and the other V's so to others-" Vox illuminated as he stood up and yanked the restraint up, leading to the fish being plucked up.

"It'll look like your feet are functioning normally, you'll just need to stick close so you don't slip up" Vox laughed as he wrapped it around his hands high enough to have the fish's feet on the floor.

"After all, don't wanna be showing that cute little secret of ours" Vox laughed as he yanked the lead higher, pulling the doctor's coat higher, his diaper on full display for all to see.

"ok, ok, I understand!" Baxter exclaimed as he pulled his coat down as low as he could, face as bright as a neon sign as he had to hold his growls of aggravation.

"Good, then let's head off" Vox announced as he practically skipped, Baxter holding the hems of the overlords pants tightly to avoid falling or worse.

 

The two had been the first to arrive thankfully, meaning Vox could just place him in a seat and not have any awkwardness or confusion as Vox lifted him to sit next to him.

Once his other "colleagues" arrived the meeting took place.

He would call them disposable sewer rats if he was being generous but this conference just proved how much this company relied on him.

With each product displayed, they would all subtly look at him as if he held all the answers but just because he did, it didn't make having so many eyes on him. Usually, he wouldn't care, but usually, he wasn't trying to hide something so shameful.

"Sir if you use that engine it has a 70% of exploding, I say we keep the engine already in place but change the cores exhaust chambers, it'll be cost-effective for us but to buyers, they'll have to pay more for the electricity bill which of course funds us back over 50%" Baxter suggested boredly, he may have thought about other fixes but his mind wasn't truly in the zone.

"Ah excellent idea doctor, I'll be sure to put it in the designer's and engineers' notes" Vox commended proudly.

The eyes darted away, giving Baxter the sense of pride he had been craving.

The meeting had continued this way for 3 hours. Letting all those other than Baxter and Vox exiting as they had just floundered an exam.

"Sir, these mechanisms, they'll be too heavy too-" Baxter tried to explain, reading over more of Voxtech's notes without realising the meeting had already ended. So when Vox had locked the door to ensure it was only them he wasted no time to start his game once more.

"Oh yeah, so what are you suggesting?" Vox asked as he bounced the fish in his arms before placing him on the table.

"Vo, uh, daddy, do we have to do this here-" Baxter asked as he tried to stop the TV's actions, it was too out of the open, and he'd never be able to look at this table normally again.

"Shh, you need a change, so what were you about to gurgle about" Vox merely hushed.

(God is he really expecting me to explain work as he does THIS?!) Baxter cried in frustration, unable to look as the TV overlord did as he wished.

"A hydraulic wire, a wire like that will make it lighter and twice as effective" Baxter stammered out, trying to avoid the humiliation that was this situation.

"Ah, I'll make sure to add that to the notes" Vox noted as he taped the fish back up, fixing his coat before he sat down to put the fish in his lap.

"Are my pants finished washing?" Baxter questioned, trying to hold in exasperation.

"not yet, but don't worry, your coats enough to cover, besides it makes it so much easier when it comes to changing" Vox assured.

"Now why don't you go through these notes? Daddy has some observations to make" Vox suggested as he placed a folder into the fish grip before turning his attention to his phone.

So with a huff, he turned his attention to the subject where he had the most expertise, which at least provided him some comfort and control.

For about 4 minutes.

"What is corporate thinking, I told these idiots weeks ago that these ideas wouldn't work, I mean look at this! it's bullshit!" Baxter exclaimed at the pure perplexity of what he was seeing.

"Hey! Bad, a baby shouldn't be swearing" Vox clamoured as he shoved a pacifier into his mouth.

(The fuck?) Baxter internally questioned, when did Vox care about his language?

"If you swear again, you're going into timeout and having that pacifier in your mouth for the rest of the day, understand?" Vox forewarned.

(Oh, more ways to control me) Baxter figured out, that Vox must be figuring out ways to keep babying him as he was reentering the workplace.

"Yes...Daddy" Baxter answered as Vox pulled out his pacifier so he could answer him.

"Good boy" Vox laughed as he patted the fish's head and got back to work.

Chapter 17: Don't expect fate to follow order

And so things had turned into the new normal for Baxter.

Report in the morning, work and being forced to partake in these acts of juvenility.

It hadn't mattered if he was in the middle of one of his more important experiments or studies, sometimes even destroying all his hard work, setting him back days or even weeks, when Vox wanted to play, he'd have his way.

If he complained or "caused a fuss" due to these incidents he'd sit in the "naughty chair", silenced by a pacifier or on his worst "meltdowns" he was forced to sit on a sore ass.

And to make matters worse, the other V's hadn't stopped either.

Baxter would have taken Velvette any day due to only being used for a "petite" clothesline.

But Valentino...ugh, he would use all the pills and poisons at his disposal.

There were days when he completely had no recollection of anything that happened, too drugged to remember all the ways he had humiliated him.

Only 1/7 times would he make it home, never getting the chance to develop a cure for all his problems.

He was ready to just accept fate, until-

 

Baxter had been tasked to take some papers to Valentino, the pile being taller than himself as he struggled to hold its weight.

Let alone be able to see as a pair of over-the-knee length boots were coming towards him, the two moving at such a speed that when collided, sent both to stumble and fall to the floor, papers flying around them.

"Ugh watch where you're-" Baxter began angrily, never getting used to being tripped over, only to see who he had collided with.

"oh, it's you"

Chapter 18: An Ally?

"Oh, it's you!" an Italian sultry voice announced.

The voice belonging to the skinny pink and white spider demon, sitting on the floor with a face of recognition which Baxter couldn't help but replicate.

"Vox's little-" the spider demon was about to continue addressing before Baxters finally came out of his paralysis, waving his hands to tell him to stop.

"Not so loud" Baxter urged as he looked around them, ensuring no one was to hear their conversation.

"He still got ya playin'-" The pink spider resumed his questioning, now finding the fish's reaction amusing by how not subtle he was being.

"NOT SO LOUD!" Baxter shouted, destroying any chance at staying inconspicuous he was trying to achive.

And yet luckily it remained just the two of them in the corridor.

"Ey, easy shrimp, it's safe with me, remember...Val's threat, though you probably wouldn't have heard that part, you were pretty drugged up" The Italian sinner laughed as he began to stand up, placing a hand on where his heart was and lowering his voice to a whisper, reminding the fish of the first time they had met.

"Whatever, just stop bringing it up! I have been able to get back to practices, that's all to tell you" Baxter huffed as he regained composure, beginning to collect the papers he had unintentionally split.

"but it ain't stopped has it?" Angel suspected as he pointed out that he could see the outline of his crinkly little secret.

"Why are you so invested!" Baxter proclaimed as he saw what the spider was indicating, letting out a startled yelp before smoothing and pulling his coat down lower with shaky fists, the stupid TV hadn't let him wear pants to work since the incident, leaving him at risk when he went to bend down.

"Eh, you just look like a typical mad scientist guy now in that get-up, just wondering why you haven't done some Jekal and Hyde shit ta make him stop or sumthin''" the pink spider simply shrugged. To be honest he didn't know why he was suddenly so invested. Perhaps it was kinda refreshing from the usual dirty talk or smack that he experienced during his daily work shift, despite how odd the circumstance, it was kinda nice to have a change of conversation.

"Trust me, if given the opportunity I would, but the catchup work that is to be done keeps me from such fantastical serums" Baxter growled, the reminder of how he was practically kept captive at his own work was just the cherry on top of all this debauchery.

The feeling of guilt filled Angel dusts chest once more, the same as when he first saw the fish's verbal breakdown. It was clear none of what the fish was involved with was by choice and didn't have any outlets to destress like he had at the hotel.

"Ya know, I know another smart guy who might be able to help, named Sir Pent-" Angel began as he tried to offer some help, only to be startled by the sound of paper being gripped and crumpling.

"You know of that loathsome Serpentes?!" Baxter growled defensively, unable to stop grinding his teeth as they grew sharper, his pupils turning into slits and his lure growing darker.

"ay, easy pal, he just lives with me at a hotel we stay at, just thought-" Angel replied, surprised at the reaction by a name alone.

"This issue will never involve that bumbling baboon!" Baxter declared as he snatched the papers up, just on his knees, speaking more to himself in the rage he had developed.

"What'd he even do?" Angel asked as he bent down, grabbing some papers to give them a look.

"Classified!" Baxter growled as he stood up to snatch the paper away from the arachnid with a huff.

"Well if you gonna be so cagey, at least let me give ya my number" Angel sighed as he rolled his many eyes, only to then reach into his chest floof and hand his card to the angler demon.

"...Why?" Baxter stated as he examined the card, before taking it with hesitant gloved hands.

"Because I'm a scary sex worker" Angel teased as he waved his fingers "spookily", earning him an unamused scowl from the fish.

"Nah babes, I just wanna give ya someone to talk to, you don't seem like the type of guy to get out much, especially with what ya gotta go through" Angel explained, revealing his true intentions with a much more sincere smile.

"...This is awfully generous for a demon I hardly know" Baxter stated with suspicion, wanting to know of the spider's true intentions.

"Angel dust sugar, and don't worry about it, I just, I know what it's like to be an overlords favourite..." Angel Dust confirmed, saying the last part more to himself.

Giving Baxter to look closer at the supposed ally he had made, he was holding his arms to himself and looking at his feet. Not that he had a chance to ask why.

"Anyways, just, text if ya wanna talk...later" Angel said as his happy mask was placed back on before sashaying away.

Leaving Baxter to simply blink in perplexity, giving the card one last look before stuffing it into his pocket to get back to pick up the scattered papers.

Chapter 19: The step towards redemption

Notes:

So going into this chapter we are officially entering phase 2 of the story. More characters, more challenges? you'll just have to see.

"Hi Angel, how was work?" The kind and gentle voice of Charlie Morningstar called as she welcomed him back into the hotel.

"Eh, not too shitty today" Angel shrugged as he sat himself down, allowing his legs a break.

"oh actually" Angel stated as he saw who was in his vicinity, Charlie and Sir pentious, the two seemed to have been watching the great hellish bakeoff before he came in.

"I ran into an old "friend" of yours old man" Angel commented as he gave his attention to the snake demon, the memory of the odd interaction he had been triggered, and now his mischievous gossipy mind needed answers to the new tea.

"Oh?" Sir pentious uttered with surprise, taking the attention of stroking Keekee who had been on his lap away to look up at the porn star.

"The name, Baxter, ring any bells?" Angel Dust questioned with a trill as he lazed further into the seat.

At the name, Sir pentious emitted a menacing and warning hiss, fangs on full display and "hair" raised.

"Pentious!" Charlie exclaimed in surprise at the reaction.

"Ah, apologise" Sir pentious apologised for his reaction, sheepishly but still frustrated lowering his head to look at his lap.

"Yeah he had a similar reaction, so spill" Angel encouraged, clearly very eager to listen to the gossip.

"Angel" Charlie tried to warn gently before Sir pentious raised his hand

"no no, I shall recall the tragic tale" Sir pentious sighed dramatically as he began the story.

"I and that pompous little pipsqueak used to be business partners, companions, friends even. I practically plucked him out of the gutter when I met him!" Sir pentious explained, becoming distressed and frustrated at the memory of the sacrifices he made, before taking a breath to calm down.

"Anyways, he and I worked so in sync I admit, he had one of the most brilliant minds to ever compete to the utter magnificence and grandeur of my utter-" Sir pentious continued, building his ego before getting interrupted.

"Get on with it!" Angel Dust demanded, not in the mood for the snake's speech of how amazing he was at sucking his own dicks.

"however-" Sir pentious drawled with annoyance before proceeding.

"That scientist was never satisfied, always striving to create something new, something different, so when Vox appeared, promising him everything he could ever want with the funds to support his wishes, he leapt at the chance, betraying and leaving me in the dust without a second thought!" Sir Pentious finished, the fury of the treachery being ripped off like a fresh wound.

"Why didn't you both join?" Angel asked with genuine interest, not expecting such a sad and authentic backstory.

"Because I apparently, did not meet their criteria" Sir pentious scoffed defensively.

Perhaps a bit too authentic as the sounds of crying were heard from their right.

"T, that's so sad" Charlie admitted as her tears built fast and flowed down her cheeks.

"This cannot stand!" Charlie suddenly declared the eyes of someone determined despite the tears.

"Charlie?" Angel began, not liking the look the princess was giving.

"Redemption is the act of working towards someone’s forgiveness and when working together can relationships begin to heal" Charlie quoted purposely.

"Are you suggesting for I to apologise to that, that!-" Pentious began to sputter, clicking on what she was planning.

"Yes, but also for him to apologise too" Charlie pointed out encouragingly.

"You said it yourself, you used to work together for so long, and that long line of hatred and resentment isn't healthy" Charlie continued, trying to get them on her side.

"So what are we going to do? Ambush him outside of work and say, please say sorry to one another?" Angel asked sarcastically, placing both hands together under his chin in a swooning and mocking motion.

Yet, Charlie simply looked at him with a hopeful and innocent smiling face.

"Oh my god, we are" Angel stated with utter astonishment as his eyes shrank from stupefaction.

Chapter 20: Messages

"Ok Angel, you good on the plan" Angel asked as she, Angel and Sir Pentious were gathered around a bush closest to the 3 V's tower.

"Yeah, yeah, after work meet here so fish stick and sir piss pants can make out" Angel noted as he had to ignore the odd looks he was getting, the bush was doing nothing to do to hide them.

"Make-up" Charlie reiterated annoyedly.

"I WOULD NEVER!" Sir pentious spluttered, shooting up from the bush in a flustered mess, making more eyes look at the 3.

"Relax, it was a joke, sheesh" Angel laughed as he too stood up.

"Just don't expect everything to happen today, alright, the V's are..controlling" Angel reminded with caution.

Charlie nodded in understanding, already knowing the situation with Angel and Valentino. There were times when he had disappeared for days before she got involved. She could only imagine what it was like with Vox.

"We will wait for as many days as it takes" Charlie proclaimed determinedly.

"We will?" Sir Pentious questioned, only for him to be pulled back down into the bush.

Angel simply shrugged as he exited the bush, allowing the two other demons to talk among themselves as he entered work.

 

Meanwhile:

 

The noises of papers flying, feet scurrying and pencils scribbling filled the lab. Inside, the angler fish who was making those noises looked like he hadn't slept in days, his hair unmatted as his muttering was getting more and more mangled. The work Vox had tripled on his plate he was just managing to keep together, along with dealing with the idiocy of his colleagues or his Boss and his associates babying, if one more thing was added he was going to-

"Baxter!" The voice of an impatient Vox announced from behind him.

"GAH, uhm y, yes?" Baxter asked with a startle before getting back his bearings.

"Val wanted those love pills since yesterday, where are they?" Vox questioned as he closed the door.

"They were sent off yesterday, they should have arrived by now" Baxter answered, confusion filling his mind, sure of himself that he had completed task 47 of yesterday's checklist.

"Well, they didn't" Vox stated carelessly, looking at the progress of the fish's other work.

"Impossible, I definitely-" Baxter exclaimed as he began looking through his worktable.

"Well unless you find them, you're gonna have to make another batch, he needs them pronto" Vox announced, ignoring the fish's clear panic.

"Sir, I won't meet the quota for this month's sales if I spend time in both those categories-" Baxter tried to stress, this was the last thing he needed.

"Well better get a move on, whatever you choose" Vox continued to dismiss, about to leave before the angler demon ran in front of him.

"Vox, I repeat, we will miss the quota, we will face the repercussions, the company can't take any more pushback since you fired most of the staff, customers will start-" Baxter tried to iterate before Vox caught him off with a condescending chuckle.

"Hey, if you got time to whine, you got time to do what I'm telling you to do, have a mental breakdown on your own time" Vox mocked, bending down to tussle his hair before side-stepping the fish.

"Oh yeah, because I get that luxury" Baxter scoffed aloud, causing Vox to halt.

"Want to repeat that?" Vox said with a forewarning.

"I said what I said," Baxter remarked, doing his best to look confident under the TV's glare.

"You better start watching that tone" Vox cautioned.

But Baxter sadly was not in the mood to play it safe.

"That tone is fact, sir, it's not my fault the pills went missing, I have recordings of signatures of when I put it out to delivery, why can't you have the incompetent idiots who lost it play fetch" Baxter sneered, assured in himself.

Only for that conviction to crumble as an electrified chain wrapped around his neck, the overlord dragging it to him as he sat down in the fish's chair.

"You think just because of your special treatment I will go easier on you?" Vox asked as he caught the fish with his hands squeezing the fish's freckled face.

Only to pull the fish up with that hold on his face and chain, flinging him to lay across his lap.

"Now you listen well, Brat-" Vox began as he pulled Baxter's coat up and diaper down.

"if I say you redo the order, you do as your bloody fucking told!" Vox roared as he began spanking the fish's still bruised ass.

"I was going to have the deadlines extended, but your behaviour is so appalling, maybe I should make you spend the night working on this and next week's assignments too" Vox explained as he held the tone of a disappointed father who had to know to break his promise of taking his kid to the beach.

"D, daddy, please I have to be home tonight, my rent-" Baxter tried to protest, only to receive a fully powered slap.

"You think I give a crap!" Vox yelled apathetically, earning a painful yelp from the angler fish.

"Maybe I should have you miss your payment, lose whatever crummy home you have and stay at mine to avoid homelessness" Vox continued, his angry tone becoming more malicious at the sudden idea in his mind.

"Yeah, how does having you become my 24-hour baby sound? to discipline you without the worry of your colleagues hearing your pathetic wails through the walls" Vox persisted, enjoying both the thought and the utter horror he had caused the fish.

"No, no, Daddy, please-" Baxter begged, both at the pain and the idea. Only for his pleas to be silenced with a pacifier shoved into his crying mouth.

"quiet, take your punishment as I decide what to do" Vox demanded as he spanked and thought in turn.

 

"Ok that's enough I think" Vox announced as he finished both introspection and spanking.

"Look at me" Vox said as he positioned the fish onto his knee, putting his diaper back on properly, lifting the fishes tear dribbling chin up to meet eyes.

"You understand now that you don't raise your voice at me, you'll learn to be a good obedient little baby won't you" Vox conveyed as Baxter simply nodded meekly.

"Good, now here's what's going to happen" Vox announced as he lowered the fish to lay down in his arms, rocking him instinctively.

"Because I'm nice I will extend the quota, and re-introduce some of Voxtechs premium sales from the past, you clearly need a nap from this attitude you're giving me" Vox muttered with a calm smile, the fury seemed to have completely disappeared.

"But because of that mouth of yours, you've lost speaking privileges" Vox cooed as he poked the pacifier with his finger, reminding the fish of his silencing.

(WHAT?!) Baxter yelled internally.

"you heard me, oh, and with this one only the person who activated can see it, so when you leave, no one but I will see you mindlessly sucking on your little soother" Vox cooed, watching as the fishes horror tripled, looking at him with a face that wanted to try and plead his case.

"Now, now, you did this to yourself little one," Vox said as he simply laid the fish onto a free worktable, to place him in a normal diaper in contrast to a sealed for-home as usual.

"I sure hope you don't have to talk to those landlords, I can only imagine how awkward that can be" Vox laughed as he finished sorting the fish out.

(You fucker!) Baxter growled as he was placed on the floor.

"Now don't keep them waiting" Vox chuckled as he opened the lab door, signalling the doctor for an early leave.

The angler fish tried to look back in one last attempt to reason with his boss, only to see that Vox had disappeared through the cameras.

(Ok, come on think, think, I can't have this in my mouth when I have the rent to sort out, they always try to swindle me and silence will make their weasiling worse!) Baxter pondered in panic to himself.

Only to remember the secret weapon in his arsenal.

Opening his phone, he began to search for a number he had put in, in case he lost the card.

*could you meet me after work?* Baxter texted the contact named "Angel Dust, spider demon".

 

"Oh!" Angel exclaimed softly from the notification he had received.

All day the spider had been trying to figure out ways to reach the fish for the princess's plan.

First thought was to try and sneak into Vox's section, but that would be impossible as one Valentino was on his ass all day, and it would be too suspicious for him to do such a thing.

And he couldn't reach out as he had only given the angler demon his number, so he'd have to wait until the fish reached out.

something he hadn't thought would have happened until now.

(well this works out better than I thought) Angel inwardly regarded as he began texting back *sure thing squirt, I get off at 5, meet me at the front*

 

Baxter looked from the phone message and then to the time. There was only 30 minutes to wait until 5. Knowing this he decided he would wait outside.

(I just hope that Spider keeps his word, those stupid landlords want the cash up front, the fuckers) Baxter grumbled as he opened the tower's door to then lean against the wall, far away to be out of co-worker sight, but not too far that he'd miss the pink arachnid.

Ready to sort out some assignments he could easily do on his phone, he was unaware of the approaching presence of two demons.

"Um, excuse me" a pleasant and kind voice began.

Baxter looked up with suspicion and annoyance, only to change into shock and surprise.

"Are you Baxter by any chance?" The voice asked as the fish still couldn't believe who it belonged to.

(The princess?!) Baxter thought in hysteria.

Chapter 21: Hostile silence

Baxter could only nod in utter astonishment at whom was addressing him. Why in all of hell was Lucifer's offspring here and speaking to him of all demons?!

"I'm Charlie, princess of hell, and I was just hoping that I could have just a few moments of your time" Charlie continued to speak, showing zero hostility or maliciousness, only adding more confusion to the fish's mind.

(Today is the day I find out if there is a double hell) Baxter internally determined, not a single other thought as to why such a high-ranking demon was suddenly wanting his attention.

Only for a much more familiar face to pop up behind her.

Sir pentious.

In instinct, both men went onto the offensive, and the snake demon bared his fangs. The angler fish tried doing the same, but with the sealing pacifier in his mouth he wasn't sure it looked like anything to them, instead, he began reaching into the inner pocket of his coat for his raygun.

"Now, I understand there is some hostility that needs resolving" Charlie's beaming voice called, placing herself between the two to keep the peace.

(The hell? what did that abomination tell her of me? is this some kind of ambush?!) Baxter questioned, mind doing backflips as he remembered he was still in the presence of hellish royalty but also his enemy.

"But sir pentious has joined my rehabilitation hotel to get into heaven, and we believe forgiveness would be a big step in achieving that aim" Charlie continued, holding the snake's arm in a friendly but holding back way, trying to clarify the reason for why they were here.

(A rehbilitation...pfft...hotel?...) Baxter thought as he desperately tried to hold in his chuckles at the idea. but a few loose giggles did slip through, earning a much red-faced and enraged reaction from the snake.

"How dare you laug-" Sir pentious began to exclaim before Charlie once more stepped in.

"It's ok pentious, I understand it sounds silly to many" Charlie commenced, turning her attention from snake to fish. This wasn't the first and certainly won't be the last time she got mocked for her goal, but she wouldn't let it get her down.

The princess then began to elaborate further into her dream, the way she thinks rehabilitation could help and so on. During this monologue, Baxter suddenly came to a very uneasy conclusion.

(Wait..she's going to expect me to say something...but I..) The angler demon began to panic, realisation sinking in.

(I'm going to embarrass myself in front of stateliness and...him) Baxter continued to dread how he had a feeling Charlie was finishing her little speech, one that Baxter had been too ruffled to listen to.

Charlie had seemed to have said something to Sir Pentious which made the snake demon grumble before settling himself back down with a deep breath.

"Fine, I..agree that we did not leave on the best terms and I suppose, for the interest of rehabilitation, I wouldn't be too opposed to "talk it out" Sir pentious stated, looking strained, looking like with each word he was getting his teeth pulled as he was slowly being lowered into a pool of acid, looking like it physically hurt to say such words.

"That's great pentious" Charlie announced supportively before turning away to the other demon.

"What do you say, Baxter, want to give it a shot?" Charlie asked encouragingly, with eyes practically shining with hope.

Baxter physically cringed at the situation, who he was in the company of, and how he physically couldn't speak, he felt like he was going to be sick.

The fish just tried to give a nod like he had been doing.

And while the princess seemed happy with the agreement. Sir pentious began to speculate that something was off.

"Oddly agreeable? much more silent since the last time we met" Sir pentious began to speak, taking a much more in-depth look at the fish.

"Has working for Vox finally shut that little trap of yours?" Sir pentious asked hostilely, practically getting into the angler demon's face despite how Baxter tried to keep his distance, backing away with the most threatening face he could hope to make.

"Pentious, this isn't-" Charlie tried to intervene, not liking the direction this was going.

"Come on now, where are your quick quips? your witty remarks?" The snake continued to pester, ignoring the princess's warning as he practically backed the fish into a corner, Baxter having a grip on the handle if he dared take another slither forward.

"Hey, Bax you-" The voice of angel dust interrupted as he absentmindedly opened the door, only to come to a halt.

"Did I miss something?" Angel asked in surprise, witnessing the current situation with a baffled expression as the other 3 stopped in place to turn their attention to the spider.

Seeing his moment, Baxter ducked under from the snake treatment towards Angel, pointing to his mouth in a subtle signal for help.

"Don't you turn your back on me!" Sir pentious hollered at the audacity, he will not be ignored!

"Pentious!" Charlie yelled as she watched the snake wrap his tail around the fish's waist, restraining his right arm and holding him up to stop the angler demon from escaping.

"I-" Pentious began to explain himself to Charlie who was telling him to put Baxter down.

Only behind the two, they didn't witness how Baxter was aggressively pointing to his mouth in the direction of Angel dust. Luckily the spider clicked on to the situation and walked over, grabbing the invisible pacifier and plucked it out of his mouth.

"GET OFF ME!" Baxter yelled once his mouth was free, swivelling around to shoot at the snake's face.

"Gah! You hoodlum!" Sir pentious cried as he dogged the attack, uncurling his tail to allow the fish to drop back onto the floor.

"Aays the savage Vandal!" Baxter yelled back, aiming his ray back at him as Sir pentious began to grab his own weapon.

"ENOUGH!" Charlie yelled as her true demon form fired up, causing all demons to jump back in startle.

"clearly..there is a lot more tension than we thought to unpack" Charlie restarted as she took a deep breath to calm herself back down.

Enabling the other 3 demons to pause to compose themselves. Only for Sir Pentious once more to witness something was awry.

"Mister Angel, why are you holding a dummy?" the snake questioned.

Both fish and spider startled at the question, all eyes now on the loosely hanging pacifier in one of the arachnid's many fingers.

"Oh, I'm just holding this cus, well" Angel began, trying to put together a story as the fish only looked in utter terror and mortification, already feeling that burning sensation on his face begin to build.

"Cus, we had to do some ABDL scenes today, must have just forgotten it was in my hands heh" Angel explained, trying to play it smoothly.

"Oh, well Angel, I'm happy you feel comfortable sharing that," Charlie said as she tried to treat it non-judgmentally and accepting.

"But, if emotions have calmed down, shall we head to the hotel to try this again?" Charlie resumed with the more pressing matter in hand.

Due to Sir Pentious's staring Angel had no choice but to pocket the pacifier, making the uneasy angler demon more so.

"Can I meet you after, I have to pay my rent," Baxter asked, trying to excuse himself, remembering his responsibilities now things have "cooled down."

"can't do it online?" Angel asked plainly.

"they want the money upfront" Baxter answered with an annoyed shrug.

"Certainly, we're at the happy..uh, hazbin hotel" Charlie agreed, ensuring to remember the new name that Alastor had made for them.

"Good, I'll be up once it's finished" Baxter announced as he quickly legged it out of there. Going to have the moments to breathe before tonight's events.

Chapter 22: The hotel

"Pleasure as always, now if you want us to instal-" The two impish landlords said as they finished counting the money owed for the fish apartment.

"No, thank you, goodbye," Baxter told with a checklist tone, shutting the door on them once the business had been fully sorted.

"Ok, that's one issue solved" Baxter groaned to himself as he let out a sigh when he arrived the landlords looked like they were going to burst down the door and see the illegal lab he had built in the spare bedroom or trip the wires to kill them if they tried, they were newer then the ones that already knew the risks.

But back to matters.

"Now, I have to go to a hotel that believes sinners can be redeemed with a delusional hell princess to try and work out my and that repulsive reptiles.. relationship?" Baxter muttered to himself incredulously, thinking about how it sounded he was sure he was in a coma of some sort, this simply was too ridiculous to be real.

"Hopefully, this shouldn't take too long?" Baxter sighed as he put on the baggiest pants he could find that didn't look too out of place with his coat, there was no way in hell he was allowing pentious to find out about Vox's depravity and ways he made to ruin the fish terrifying reputation.

He wanted to bash his head in, he just didn't want to go, the risks being too high. But this was a request of Lucifer's daughter! he'd be destroyed if he didn't comply. But also, he had to get that infernal pacifier back, if he came back to work without it, there was no telling what Vox would do.

So with a heavy huff, ensuring he was properly shielded, he braced the outside to begin his Journey.

 

The hotel Baxter found when he arrived was very...fitting.

"Hazbin Hotel" the sign belonging to the building said, a mismatch of parts glued together to be a somewhat stable construction. A boat on the Right, that disgusting airship on the left, a radio tower just hanging above the ship where the roof with an eye was settled. Alongside a carousel and multitude of pointing glowing arrows to another word, saying vacancy and on air. There were so many more details he could have pointed out if he wasn't aware of the time, he didn't want to find out what could happen if he pushed the princess's patience, he already saw a glimpse of her true form.

(Yeah best to avoid that) Baxter internally cringed as he went to the door, knocking on it 3 times.

What greeted him was an angelic weapon pointed forward just a few inches above his forehead.

"who-" the voice of the person holding the spear began angrily, only to stop as they weren't able to see a figure.

"Uh, down here" Baxter awkwardly told the confused bodyguard.

The demon, a gray butterfly woman with a big X on her right eye and pink bow looked down as the notified voice of Baxter told her to do so. Enabling her to see the fish who was the one who knocked.

"Oh, uh-" The woman began sheepishly as she drew back her weapon.

"The princess requested me to come" Baxter stated, seeing that the woman still seemed frazzled by the interaction.

"Oh, yeah, uh Baxter right? Pentious's frie-" The X lady stated her mind seemed to have caught up.

"We're not friends," Baxter remarked coldly.

Regardless the women simply stepped back to allow the fish to enter.

"Right, well I'll take you to them" The moth demon denoted as she closed the door behind the fish before starting to walk where she knew Charlie and pentious were.

"Thank you" Baxter murmured as he was led away, taking the hotel interior into his observations, very red he had to say.

"Charlie hun, Baxters arrived" Vaggie announced as she knocked on the door of the "council room".

There was a rushing noise behind the door before it burst open.

"Perfect!" Charlie exclaimed as her eyes had practically turned into stars, not leaving a single word to be shared as she grabbed both Vaggies and Baxter's wrists to pull them inside.

Showing them a similar room to one you would find a therapist, 5 chairs displayed with 2 already being occupied, one by a relaxed angel dust and the other by a very uncomfortable and uneasy sir pentious, staring daggers at the fish who simply returned the glare.

"Now, Baxter, if you wouldn't mind taking a seat next to Angel, we can start" Charlie requested as she seemed to be holding herself back from excitement.

Regardless the fish complied, not taking his eyes off the snake even when he had to awkwardly climb to sit, not helping him to look threateningly annoyingly.

"Now this is a safe space, it isn't an interrogation," Charlie said calmly and gently as she and the woman who guided Baxter took their seats.

"I've asked Angel to join us to give Baxter a familiar face of trust, as I understand this may be uncomfortable with new faces, but I hope you don't feel too awkward to partake, oh and Vaggie too because I believe she will help calm things if things get too...violent" Charlie explained, leading to Baxter and angel sharing a knowing look before the memory of their first meeting was looked upon with a bashful look to the floor.

"So with that said, would anyone like to go first?" Charlie resumed, doing her best to avoid the awkward silence before and after her speech, only to be broken with a hand raise from Baxter.

"If I can ask your majesty" Baxter began boredly.

"Yes?" Charlie asked with a hopeful look, happy to see someone was so fast to engage.

"What did this dingbat tell you about what happened between us?" Baxter questioned threateningly, saying this more to Sir pentious than to the princess.

"W, well to stay impartial-" Charlie stuttered at how fast things were getting heated up, especially from the venom-filled hiss the fish words got from.

"Probably some pitiful sob story of how I left him to fend for his sad little self" Baxter mocked, complete trust in his evaluation.

"Well, you did!" The snake yelled defensively, slamming his fist and sat up in his chair.

"Which you drove me to!" Baxter roared back, standing on the chair itself.

"You constantly picked fights that you would NEVER win! Valubal weapons and years' worth of experiments DESTROYED! Beatings daily with the threat of intruders with a bone to pick with us, it was EMBARESSING! And you ALWAYS took credit for my creations-" The scientist berated, emphasising every word like a dagger with an intent to stab at the snake.

"You know his egg minions, I created them!" Baxter shouted as he took a quick pause to yell towards the other demons in the room, a need for clarity before returning his rage to the serpent demon.

"So when someone promised me protection, pay and praise for my work, OF COURSE, I FUCKING TOOK IT!" Baxter screeched, the fire to his fury burning brighter as he knew how stupid now he was to have taken the deal, but he'd never let the reptile know.

"Praise! That's all you've ever whined about! god, you still sound like the snivelling little BRAT I found back in that swamp fest!" Sir pentious ridiculed in outrage.

The others could almost hear a crack in the fish's mind as his eyes turned into pinpricks of wrath.

"CALL ME THAT AGAIN, I FUCKING DARE YOU!" Baxter laughed madly with utter savagery as he pulled his weapon out once more, pointing it directly at the snake's head.

But before Pentious could fire his weapon whipped out, both geniuses were tackled.

"Charlie!" Vaggie called as she held the agitated snake back, knocking the weapon out of the engineer's hand as he bit the air as if it was the angler fish himself.

"No, no, this is good, they're getting it all out" Charlie tried as she came to Sir Pentious's other side, helping her girlfriend to restrain him as she tried to keep somewhat of a positive outlook on the situation.

"Bax, calm down!" Angel Dust told the fish as he was on duty to prevent the fish from further incidents, using his lower limbs to pull the angler demon's arms so he couldn't get closer as the above arms worked on securing his weapon.

"It's not Vox, alright" Angel whispered to the Fish above the sounds of the snake, princess and moth, hoping it would help his outrage, clearly having been set off by the phrases the snake had directed to him. Angel should know.

 

It took about 5 minutes before both fish and snake demon had run out of steam, heavy breathing as the two stared at each other in distain.

"Ok, let's take a break and evaluate," Charlie said as she led both groups out of the room in a way to get some "fresh air".

"Let go, let go!" Baxter grumbled as he and Angel Dust stationed themselves to the right side of the outer room, having now realised that his arms were still being restrained above him like the spider was "walking him" out.

"Ok, ok" Angel sighed as he complied, placing his extra set back into his body.

"Look, I get it, you're pissed, but the more you two act like that, the more princess peacemaker is gonna keep ya here" Angel whispered to the fish, leaning against the wall to try and be a relaxing voice of reason (he really wasn't used to it).

"I suppose you do have a point, I shall try to have a better handle on myself" Baxter coughed, the feeling of shame creeping at him and how he acted, he was better than that.

"Um, can I also have the..you know..back," Baxter asked as more shame entered his face, remembering the other reason why he had to come to do this tedious attempt of recovering a long lost "friendship".

"Oh yeah," Angel stated as he began to search and reach into his pocket.

Revealing the dreaded mint green pacifier.

"T, thanks for the cover," Baxter said with gratitude and respect as he grabbed the pacifier back.

"No worries sugar" Angel shrugged with a genuine understanding smile as he saw the fish shove the soother back into his pocket.

Sadly, unknown to them, someone had seen the interaction.

 

"Actually, I believe I've had an epiphany!" Sir pentious announced on the other side of the door, causing all 4 other demons to look at him with surprise and speculation.

"I should have been a better friend to you, Baxter, being in this hotel has made me realise this" Sir pentious continued to proclaim.

"REALLY?!" Charlie asked with delight and awe.

"Really?" the other 3 asked, their voices filled much more with tension and disbelief.

"Indeed, please, can we forgive and become reunited once more?" Sir pentious asked with a pout and began to slither closer to the angler demon, opening his arms wide.

"What are you doing, the hell is this?" Baxter questioned as he became very uneasy, was this a skinwalker? whatever it was he wanted it the farthest away from him he decided as he took steps away.

"I only wish to hug my first and longest friend I ever made in hell after so long" Sir pentious explained as he blocked the fish off from escape once more, trapping him in a corner.

"Not nessisar-" Baxter tried to protest, only for his figure to be once more restrained by the snake's tail, wrapping around that he could move no arm nor leg.

To others, it looked like pentious was hugging him, but instead, it was the snake sneaking his hands into the fish's coat pockets, searching for-

Baxter had to hold his yelp of horrified and angry realisation as he found the snake had grabbed one of his secrets. Looking from his pocket to the snake's face he saw the malicious intent the engineer knew the fish clicked onto.

"Aww, it's working" Charlie gushed as she was oblivious to the clear hostile atmosphere that was building, only seeing old friends reconnecting due to her help.

"We'll leave to let you both properly catch up" Charlie announced as she waved for vaggie and Angel to follow.

"uhhh, Charlie you sure that's a-" Vaggie tried as she didn't trust the sudden twist, angel seemed to share the same concern.

"it's ok, we'll hear anything if things become a bit too messy again, I knew blowing off steam was just what they needed," Charlie said as she tried to wave their worries off.

"Indeed, let us know when lunch is ready, I'd love to dine with an old friend" Pentious sang as she watched the figures walk out of their eyesight.

Only to return to his malicious and twisted delighted face back to a struggling angler demon in his hold.

"Now then" Pentious resumed as he held the pacifier out in front of the fish's face.

"What's this about?" Pentious asked as he dangled the soother back and forth with a single finger, the fish face burning bright blue and fins dipping in an embarrassed frenzy.

"I didn't think this was Mr Dusts's, he hadn't been holding it when he exited the building if I remember correctly" the snake teased like he was playing with his food.

"What do you want pentious?" Baxter simply huffed, defeat sadly setting into his body.

"Who says I want anything, I am simply curious as to what brought such a brilliant mind as yours to resort to such infant-like devices" Sir pentious grinned like he had started winning a game.

"A failed experiment messing with that big head of yours? or a guilty pleasure perhaps?" the snake pondered out loud, resting his head into the palms of his hands.

"Neither theory is correct" Baxter scoffed, only earning his holding to get tighter.

"Oho, then why not illuminate me then, I know how much you loved doing that" Sir pentious reminded with enough bitterness to slice a tongue.

"I don't have to explain anything to you" Baxter spat indignantly.

"Well, if you don't want to talk-" The snake began to say in a childlike voice, bringing the soother back to attention.

"Perhaps you should have this back then" Pentious suggested as he began to point it back towards the fish's mouth.

"NO! DON'T!" Baxter yelled desperately as he kicked and wriggled, just anything to get away.

"Oh, so it's not by choice, bet you need it back so you don't get into trouble with the demon making you hmm," Sir pentious asked as he relished in the fear he had just caused the angler demon.

"It was Vox wasn't it?" the serpent concluded as he manoeuvred his tail to hold the fish upside down.

"Vox's own personal infant! oh Baxter, how far you've fallen from grace" Pentious laughed as Baxter's legs involuntarily spasmed by the abnormal hold, his lure and hair falling as he was starting to feel sick.

"What else does he make you do I wonder?" The reptile asked as he saw how desperately the fish was trying to hold the coat up.

"S, stop it!" Baxter demanded in fear of the worst secret of his being revealed.

"Oh, how I've longed to see the day to see you squirm and wriggle in my constrictive grasp" The snake continued to chuckle, turning the fish back around to not get any sick on himself, the fish looking very dizzy from either the hold or the embarrassment, Sir pentious didn't care, much too into his crazed madness to think logically.

Only for it to be stopped when a still suspicious moth came in to check on them.

"Charlie says dinners almost ready so-" Vaggie began passively, only to halt as she saw what was happening in front of her.

"Oh, Miss Vagatha!" Sir pentious exclaimed as he seemed to come back to his senses, the end of his tail instinctively covering the fish's mouth.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Vaggie yelled, seeing the snake practically strangling a very pissed-off angler demon.

"Now this isn't what it looks like-" Sir pentious tried to persuade, only for Baxter to have been able to wriggle high enough to get back his mouth, but instead of trying to say his side of the story, he took a big bite out of the snakes tail with his many sharp teeth.

"OW! You little-" Pentious yelled as he uncurled his tail, unintentionally flinging the angler demon onto the floor, head first.

But the serpent didn't get a chance to get the fish back before being backed off by a very confused but pissed-off moth demon.

"You, stand still!" Vaggie ordered the serpent sinner, who did as told in a scared instant.

"You good?" Vaggie then asked Baxter who was looking at the ceiling wobbly.

"PI is equal to sponge cake" Baxter announced with a very unstable finger.

"I've heard crazier" Sir pentious remarked as Vaggie helped the fish back up, ensuring to keep a secure hand in case he suddenly dropped.

"Enough, you two, in the kitchen now!" Vaggie commanded as she dragged both demons away, not before picking up the randomly placed pacifier that had been discarded some time in their argument.

 

Once Vaggie explained the situation of what she saw to Charlie and Angel, the 5 demons were now sat at the kitchen table, they needed a talk.

"Ok you two, you better start explaining yourselves" Vaggie decreed, making sure her weapon was on display as a warning.

Sir pentious looked away with shame while Baxter rubbed his head agitatedly, still seeming to be trying to gather his bearings.

"Why did you have Baxter dangling by your tail, I thought you said you had an epiphany!" Charlie asked as the silence was going on too long for her liking, focusing on Sir Pentious first, the princess speaking to him with great disappointment which was affecting the snake immensely, he looked like he was about to start crying. Telling Charlie it had been a lie.

"And can someone explain the pacifier?" Vaggie quickly added, unable to hold the question in any longer.

"I thought it was yours, angels?" Charlie questioned the spider who seemed to be trying to look like he wasn't there.

"I didn't say it was" Angel answered back, keeping his attention on his phone.

"So it isn't?" Vaggie asked as she snatched the phone away.

"..No" The spider admitted hesitantly, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Then who's is it?" Charlie asked in utter confusion.

"...It's mine, alright" Baxter confessed meekly, knowing the truth was going to make itself known, he just got it done and over with.

"Oh" Charlie uttered as she and Vaggie looked at Baxter with surprise, the spider facing him with a sympathetic face and the snake actually looked a little sorry for him...he didn't need his pity, not when it was his fault he had to tell them in the first place he fumed.

"Well that's fine, Baxter if it makes you feel-" Charlie tried once more to be compassionate, But Baxter was quick to make known that it was not what she thought

"Not by choice!" Baxter yelled rapidly, he did not want royalty to think he did this for pleasure.

"....Someone makes you use a pacifier?" Charlie continued to interrogate, just wanting to understand what was going on anymore.

"Yes" Baxter answered, there was no other way to put it, fins and esca drooping as it physically hurt to admit it.

"Eh, not too hard to think is it, no offence but hell and consent don't go hand in hand now do they" Angel said as he came to the fish's defence, shooting him a wink much to Baxter's confused relief.

"True" Charlie said, seeing where he was coming from, although her uncle Ozzie might have to say something about that, but again they weren't in the lust ring.

"Yeah, there are weirder and worse instances of forcing demons to do things" Vaggie commented into the conversation.

"But wait, if it's yours why did Angel have it?" Charlie couldn't help but ask.

"He pulled it out, it has a sealing spell that makes the user unable to take it out and only the one to place it in to see it" Baxter explained as he was feeling more confident in speaking about the issue he had to face at work. The fear of judgement was almost gone with how understanding they were being, it was so bizarre he had to admit.

"Let me demonstrate" Baxter began before looking at the snake, grabbed the pacifier and practically punched Sir Pentious in the mouth with it.

Almost instantly the pacifier seemed to have disappeared, showing only the snake's teeth. And no matter how desperately the serpent seemed to be trying to yank the invisible force out, he simply couldn't. Watching him squirm was perfect revenge for the snake's teasing before.

He would have begun laughing if he hadn't caught the moth's eye, telling him to undo it while the princess next to him looked in surprise. So with a sigh the fish plucked the pacifier back out and popped out a solution of disinfectant, ignoring the very appealing look at what he had just done, whatever he deserved it.

"I'm sorry to hear you have to put up with that Baxter" Charlie apologised genuinely.

The fish could only look in bafflement at the princess's pure and honest look of compassion and sympathy, a face he never thought he could ever imagine a demon having, let alone lucifers spawn.

"I understand today has been a....long day, but we'd still like it if you don't mind staying for dinner, I said the hotel is a safe place and I truly mean it, everyones welcome," Charlie said to the angler demon, the kind and generosity in her voice staying true.

"T, thank you, Your Highness" Baxter stuttered, still perplexed but found him unable to refuse the offer.

"Great, I hope you don't mind chicken and veg" Charlie practically squealed at the fish's agreement.

Baxter was about to shake his head before the snake bent down to his ear.

"Shall I cut your veggies or are you still weaning?" Sir pentious asked one last jab at the fish's situation.

"Pentious, enough, you either knock it off or you're grounded for two weeks as opposed to one" Vaggie commanded as she overheard the snakes ridiculing.

"Gah!" the snake gasped in embarrassment, earning a hearty "HA!" from the fish, the moth decided to let that slide as she went to help Charlie with serving the food.

 

(It's been so long since I've had a home-cooked meal) Baxter couldn't help as he looked at the meal in front of him with trepidation.

The size of the meal caused this uneasiness, which seemed to not go unnoticed by Charlie.

"Don't worry if you can't finish it, just eat how much you like" the princess reassured with a smile.

"Thank you Your Majesty" Baxter thanked apprehensively.

"Please, just call me Charlie, sorry I should have said before" Charlie chuckled to herself, looking as sheepish as he felt.

(I should have packed my anti-nausea) Baxter thought as he looked back to his food, he was making progress in proper foods but this might be a bit too much. Regardless he didn't want to be rude in front of royalty.

So with a determined hand, he took a spoonful of veg and ate. His tastebuds seemed to explode in joy from the single bite.

(Wow, this is so good) Baxter thought as tension seemed to dissipate, going in for another scoop.

"Hmm" a familiar voice hummed close to him, making him look up to see it was Sir Pentious with a face of amusement.

"What?" Baxter questioned in growing annoyance.

"Nothing, just forget how easy it is to read you" The snake admitted as he pointed with his fork.

Where he pointed was to his lure, glowing brighter than it had in years, shining his happiness for all to see.

"Shut up" Baxter merely gibed as he manually moved his lure out of his sight.

Charlie and Vaggie watched with slight concern, but Angel looked with amusement, it reminded him of how most of his sibling squabbles went.

However, that happy moment was interrupted as Baxter's stomach suddenly started feeling the familiar horrible he had grown to know.

"Um, is there a bathroom your he- Charlie?" Baxter asked hesitantly.

"Oh yes just down the corridor to your left" Charlie announced helpfully.

"Thanks" Baxter thanked before he hurriedly walked off.

"Yeah, can I also be excused, need to check on Nuggs" Angel added as he saw the fish leave, noticing a face he was much too familiar with.

"Of course, go ahead" Charlie smiled warmly, surprised but happy to hear Angel being so polite, perhaps Baxter was a good influence?

However, instead of going to his room, Angel had gone to follow the angler demon, the sound of distress easily leading him to his destination.

"Hey Bax, I got some anti-nausea pills if ya need them?" Angel Dust disclosed, not wanting to waste much time playing around with why he was checking up on him.

"...Please," Baxter asked as he finally came out of the bathroom, finally getting a break indicated by the sound of a flushed toilet, looking a paler grey and weaker.

Angel simply nodded at him, indicating for him to follow.

The fish tried to maintain his breathing as he was led up the stairs, guiding him to where the pills were kept.

"Now where are those fuckers" Angel mumbled to himself as he entered his room to go searching while Baxter was hesitant in the door frame, unsure if he was allowed in or not.

"Ah, found 'em" Angel announced as he grabbed a plastic bag from under one of his many pillows.

"Suprised you don't have any on ya, practically lived off these when I went through it" Angel speculated as he encouraged the fish to enter, he didn't want nugs getting out, it took forever to find him in this large hotel last time it happened, luckily it seemed little piglet was just asleep in his bed.

"Vox has made it practically impossible for me to grab some on my own time, plus I didn't think I would get the chance to eat tonight" Baxter clarified with a groan, swallowing two pills as soon as they entered his gloved palms.

"Oh shit yeah, bet the fucker didn't think about that, what even happened ?" Angel asked as the fish seemed to look much more at ease.

"Nothing just said something he didn't agree with" Baxter lamented on the whole situation, usually due to favouritism he could get some leeway, but today had just been too busy and stressful for such luxuries.

"Fair enough," Angel said in complete understanding.

"Anyways, thanks for the pills," Baxter said making sure his gratitude was known.

"Don't sweat it, I've also got some, protection if you need it" Angel offered as he began searching his room once more.

Baxter had to stop himself from yelling in embarrassment, as much as he hated it, he remembered that he hadn't had a chance to grab another from work or home, too worried about tonight he had completely forgotten to bring another.

"Yes...thanks" Baxter mumbled as the spider handed him a spare, unknown to the spider how bad he was at both remembering and noticing.

"No worries squirt" Angel waved, not very used to praise that didn't come from his work.

"You know I died in the 1910s, I'm most likely much older than you for such nicknames" Baxter complained with an eye roll.

"I have to be sitting down just for us to be eye level, I think it fits" Angel quickly quipped back.

"Bye," Baxter stated as he was immediately done with the conversation.

"Later fish cakes" Angel laughed away as Baxter walked away, slamming the door which earned another genuine laugh from the spider.

 

Once Baxter changed and disintegrated the evidence he decided he was done and it was time to get home.

"Aw, you're heading off already?" Charlie asked with disappointment, the princess and the X lady being the ones to see him off.

"It's a work night" Baxter admitted, unnerved to have someone actually wanting to be in his presence for longer than 5 minutes.

"Well you're welcome to come back whenever you wish, you can stay over if you want even, it's free to all who-

"I'll consider it Your Highness" Baxter quickly shut the offer down as politely as he could before taking that as an opportunity to leave, giving them a quick wave before rushing out the door.

"Oh, bye then" Charlie waved awkwardly at where the fish once was.

"It's progress" Vaggie comforted her girlfriend, hugging her at the side as she allowed Charlie to simply think. Unknown to them, a snake demon had been watching with an unrecognisable look on his face as he too watched the angler demon leave.

 

"Redemption...what an illogical notion," Baxter thought to himself once he arrived home, deciding to simply head to bed, feeling tired but not as stressed as he had felt in days.

"And yet, most thoughts like those are the most comforting" Baxter sighed with a chuckle before feeling himself entering rest, unable to get the princess's idea out of his mind.

Chapter 23: When you look away

Baxter stared at the tower with hesitancy.

Looking down at the pacifier he had disinfected 5 times beforehand, he truly hated that he had to do this to himself. But he was good as dead going in without it. So with much resistance and ensuring no one was to see his action of shame, placed the pacifier back into his mouth.

Looking in the mirror he was grateful to see that the invisibility was still in effect. However, it didn't stop him from hiking up the neck of his coat higher and lowering his head lower into the said coat neck as he made his way into the building and towards his Boss's office, wishing he had finished making his teleportation device to make these steps not as long or as daunting.

Let alone the intimidating force he felt knocking on Vox's door.

"Enter" the voice of Vox announced from behind the door, a voice filled with amusement and calm confidence. Baxter knew Vox knew it was him. So with a breath of annoyance, he did as told.

"Oh Baby, you look so sad" Vox commented, taking his concentration off the monitors to pay attention to the fish.

"Don't tell me your landlords were too mean now were they?" Vox continued, reviling in the fish's silent misery.

(Yeah you'd love to think that wouldn't you) Baxter growled as he watched the TV overlord go towards him, unable to take an instinctive step back, but that didn't solve anything as the TV demon easily scooped him into his hold.

"Well, now you know what happens when you try and backtalk to me, if only you had been a-" Vox began to lecture, having placed the fish on his back to get him "situated". Not that Baxter was paying any attention.

(Yeah yeah, ugh these speeches are so tedious) Baxter mused as he tried to imagine he was anywhere else but there.

(Actually, last night was technically a win...as pathetic as that is) Baxter considered, having been able to circumnavigate around the TV's game without his knowabouts, gaining some control no matter how little was imperative to the fish's self-esteem.

"Hey, pay attention, Mister, no point in being mad at me for something that's your own fault" Vox scolded, gaining Baxter's attention once more, seems he was finished putting the fish in those infernal sealed diapers.

"Now tell me what's gotten you so fussy already, I did send you home for a proper nap after all" Vox berated, he would have just placed him back in the crib, but yesterday was so much he just couldn't be bothered to properly play sadly.

"Hungry" Baxter simply lied, seemed like the easiest way to get the TV off his back.

Suddenly it seemed like a lightbulb had been switched in his sever.

(Wow, did he actually not think?) Baxter couldn't help but blink in astonishment.

"Oh shit, of course, you wouldn't have been able to-" Vox muttered to himself, rushing to his bag as he began searching for a bottle.

(Fucking dumbass) Baxter taunted with a light laugh.

"Daddy's so sorry baby, it was such a busy day" Vox actually apologised as he scooped the fish back into his arms, placing the bottle and rocking him in his chair.

(I could give less of a fuck) Baxter groaned as he tried pushing him away.

"No wonder you were so mad at me, now Daddy sadly does have another busy day so Kitty will be there for feedings and changings but I swear I'll make it up to you" Vox pledged as he just held Baxter tighter, but was aware of the time, looking actually heartbroken about the situation.

(I very much doubt it) Baxter thought once he was finally allowed out of the overlord's restraining hold and allowed to get back to work. The TV looked as if the fish left with a disheartened face.

 

And just as Vox had said, it was a busy day.

But for the angler demon, it was like paradise.

Without his boss's constant smothering, condescending and just flat-out pestering. He had a chance to get back on quota and even get started on the longer piles he said he'd get to when he got a chance.

Kitty as Vox said came in to do regular checks, he felt like he was on parole!

Regardless, he'd take the robot on either of the V's. Thank fuck Valentino and Velvette also seemed to have a busy today too. It was like the universe was finally giving him a fucking break!

So much so he had practically finished 80% of the catchup work, the rest of the 20% simply progressed.

Sure he felt like he was surviving on nothing more than adrenaline and (secret) coffee. But he now would have more time to focus on more urgent matters. He didn't care anymore what he had to do in work time, if Vox took his time he would simply take it back!

When Kitty had come around at one point, he had been able to swipe a clean sealed diaper Kitty had packed to change, being a simple robot they simply took another out, not noticing a thing.

So when he had finished work and was safely back at home, he began the proper work.

He found the brand's website and used all the knowledge he had gained so far to understand the compounds, elements and sealing techniques that were involved in the diapers. Of course testing samples on a sample plate and the hell rats he'd gathered.

And at 4 in the morning, in his gloved shakey hands. He held it. A little test tube of orange liquid.

The serum to all his problems.

Not only would this deactivate the diaper-sealing spell, but would gradually allow him to regain his basic bodily control. Baxter suspected it should take around 3 days or so.

But he'd take it!

Things seemed to finally be going his way.

Chapter 24: Heads and parks

"Oh, my baby!" Vox practically cried as he picked the fish up. Not even being able to finish the third knock Baxter already found himself his Boss's hold.

"You won't believe how much I missed you" Vox continued to coo, petting and stroking the fish's hair like he was the one being inconsolable.

Baxter didn't even try suppressing his growl, body staying rigid at the overlord's touch, believing that Vox had somehow become more unhinged.

"But you'll be happy to know, Daddy finally found some competent staff, meaning we can properly spend some much-needed catchup time together" Vox curred as he went to change the fish into a "proper" diaper before sitting back in his chair, a bottle of milk waiting for the angler demon.

(Yippe) Baxter lamented sarcastically as he felt himself enter the feeding position, knowing it was fruitless to fight back anymore.

Rash emotions caused him nothing but trouble so instead he would resume working within the shadows. He couldn't risk anything when he was so close. Especially with how Vox was enthusing about now having more time for him...ugh.

Vox, content having Baxter drinking his bottle like a good baby, looked to see how work was going. Only to almost stand up in surprise.

The graph which had a staggering arrow down, was now rapidly increasing back to Voxtech standards, perhaps even higher!

"Oh! well, look at that!" Vox exclaimed as he couldn't believe what he was seeing, looking down at the fish he knew was responsible for such high results with delight.

"Looks like a certain someone has been productive!" Vox began to praise, placing the bottle down to sit the fish on his knee.

"The only last products left are the ones needing time to boil and blend" Baxter confirmed, taking pride in his work despite how the TV was speaking like he was giving "daddy" a flower he found in a park.

"Aww, don't start getting humble now, you know how much of a smart baby boy you are, oh I'm so proud" Vox continued to gush, squeezing his cheek as the excitement of his business rising once more got him pumped.

"Stop it!" Baxter barked as the coddling was getting more painful than uncomfortable.

"I think someone deserves a reward!" Vox expressed, ignoring Baxter's complaints but did stop, carrying him in one arm as he moved to sit up.

"Reward?" Baxter questioned in puzzlement. Very well aware of the punishments he'd receive but this was the first time of heard of any benefits.

"Of course! you've really redeemed yourself after all your bad behaviour" Vox explained proudly.

(Redeemed huh?) Baxter quickly thought, oh the irony.

"Now, what do you want?" Vox asked like a doting father giving his spoilt kid a 9th pony or something.

"I can choose?" Baxter questioned suspiciously.

"Yep, think of anything" Vox offered, holding the fish closer.

"Anything?" Anything Baxter repeated sceptically.

"Anything I agree to of course" Vox answered with a remindful tone.

Baxter knew what that tone meant. Yet he still couldn't help but ask.

"Then I want this baby treatment to end, I want to go back to the way things were before, all of this!" Baxter requested intensely, his heartbeat quickening by his boldness.

"hmmm, no" Vox piped with an evil chuckle.

"But WHY?! What do you get out of this, I don't understand the benefit you get from any of this?" Baxter asked as he turned to face the TV overlord, ignoring how pathetic he must look under his boss's ruthless and amused gaze.

"Because of this exactly" Vox articulated as he pointed to the fish's face.

"Only you can make such reactions this hilariously adorable" Vox added as he tried grabbing his cheek before the fish swatted it away.

"Sir, please, it's all I ask, that is all I want" Baxter persisted to beseech, expressing his desire for his needs to be heard.

"Then you're gonna have to think of something else" Vox taunted like a song, simply smiling at the fish's anguish.

Resulting in Baxter letting out a heavy sigh and turning away in dismay.

"Why not a fancy new toy for your little experiments?" Vox suggested as he clicked on all the choices on the screens like they were playing a game show.

"Sure, whatever" Baxter answered dismissively, not looking at any of the options.

"Aww, baby don't pout, there's so many better things than your silly little independence" Vox strived as he tried to get the fish more invested.

"Can I just get back to work" Baxter simply voiced, having the energy once more been sucked straight from him.

"Ok, ok, I'll let you mope" Vox allowed with a roll of his eyes, seeing he wasn't going to get any more reactions out of the fish when he was like this.

Vox smiled as he watched the fish sulk away. Knowing already the perfect reward for him, but knew the wait would be worth it to see the look on his face. Sure he loved the embarrassment and misery, but that didn't mean he didn't like seeing the other expressions, he just had to wait till Velvette dropped it off.

 

"Guess I truly can't speak sense into him" Baxter growled, marching to his lab, not "moping". going into the corner of the room to where he piled all the reports he finished, looking like he was back to work outside of the camera's gaze.

"But I should have suspected anyways, the reason why I made this serum in the first place I suppose" Baxter muttered as he poured the orange liquid on the straps, causing the diaper to unfasten and deactivate. However he did have some invisible tape to when anyone was up to....change him..it wouldn't look like he had tampered with them. So while he still had to wear them, it was stopping him from staying incontinent. It was still humiliating, but much less than it had been.

So instead of dwelling on the systematics he got back to work. He was actually looking forward to the next phase, testing it on the focus group, those demons who did anything for some spare cash, either examining the reactions from simple observations or ripped apart to analyse the brain's reactions. Baxter much preferred the latter but after the endless paperwork, he wouldn't complain.

He was halfway through analyzing the group's negative stimuli when Vox came to pester him once more.

"Break time" Vox sang as he crashed his way into his workspace.

Baxter was just grateful he was doing this research behind a noise-proof two-way mirror. If anyone was to hear-

Baxter didn't get a chance to finish that thought as Vox lifted him.

"Still dry? guess you've not had someone checking to make sure you're drinking enough" Vox announced with speculation, placing a hand under his coat to check.

Baxter yelped at the sudden interaction, still not used to it. Vox knowing this took his opportunity to put another bottle in his mouth.

"Now, I know you were upset about not getting what you wanted, but Daddy got you the next best thing" Vox elucidated as he walked with his fish in arms, strolling them to his reward.

A cube-shaped something covered in a purple sheet on the table, something the fish hadn't seen being placed before.

"Tadaa" Vox chanted as he pulled the sheet away revealing-

"An exorcist head?!" Baxter cried in disbelief and awe.

"Yep, Velvette had it to present to the other overlords on a meeting, but I also knew you'd probably get good use of it, so I asked her to bring it back for you, you're lucky Aunty Vel likes you or I don't she'd have bothered sneaking back into that bitch Carmines place" Vox clarified as he moved to hold the fish closer to his prize, eyes still big, still in incredulity to what he was seeing.

"All yours for whatever that insane mind comes up with" Vox laughed as he felt the fish squirm to get a closer look, hands on the glass and face smushed even closer.

"It's blood's gold! to think of all the new compounds, hell perhaps elements found!" Baxter rambled in excited fixation, mind buzzing with excitement.

"Told you I'd make it up to you, now, what do you say" Vox grinned pridefully, once more like the doting father figure.

"thank you Daddy" Baxter yelled, too hyped to be embarrassed, the glass fogging the glass at the possibilities after all no one had ever gotten this close to an exorcist without themselves becoming eradicated (for as much as he knew)

"Now think, keep being a good boy and more rewards like this can be possible, think you can do that?" Vox convinced manipulatively, taking the exorcist's head out of the case and just out of Baxter's reach.

Baxter didn't have the words, simply nodding with anticipation, all focused on the dangling head in Vox's hand, following it like a pocket watch used for hypnotising.

"So cute" Vox raved as he placed the head in Baxter's hands and placed him back down, watching as the fish stood still, buzzing in elation.

"Well, what are you waiting for, go play with your new toy" Vox insisted, not without taking a picture of the fish's face of pure bliss before Baxter seemed to come to his senses and ran to gather his equipment.

Vox laughed before turning a lever to get rid of the focus group, knowing the fish had forgotten all about them.

 

"These readings are on a completely different level! I mean look at these nerves, this central system! human-like but so much more!" Vox heard the scientist babble to himself.

The TV overlord allowed the fish an hour to play mad doctor before he got bored. He finally got some time for himself and he wanted to spend it how he wished, meaning, of course, tormenting his favourite little Guppy.

Walking in closer to see where the scientist had scurried off to, he perhaps shouldn't have been surprised to see what he found.

Baxter with a scalpel and a crazed look on his face, laughed maniacally as the droplets of golden blood trickled down his yellow glasses, black gloves and uniform.

The scientist was definitely in his element. Vox almost felt bad about how he was going to interrupt his playtime.

"Ok, little guy" Vox announced over Baxter's feral chuckles, it had been a while since he had seen him this insane. Meaning that he had to manoeuvre himself a little more cautiously.

"Nononononono!" Baxter yelled as he was pulled away.

"Baxter calm down, it'll still be here after-" Vox tried to coax, trying to avoid the erratic movement.

No, he wasn't scared of Baxter, he could never be...but when it got like this...

"IT'LL SPOIL!" Baxter yelled desperately, turning to Vox like he just pulled him away while deactivating a bomb.

"Ok ok, clean away your toys" Vox dismissed with a wince as he placed the fish back down, watching as the fish dashed back to the head. It was hilarious to watch him sprint back and forth, almost tripping on his feet as he placed the bits and pieces already taken apart into separate containers and into a specialised fridge to keep them fresh.

"Ok, bath time" Vox piped, patience coming to an end as he retried to pick him up. This time the fish's crazed mood had dampened enough to avoid smashing his save screen.

Vox had to laugh at the way the fish drooped in disappointment like a kicked puppy, but he let him have his fun.

"How would demonic water react to angelic blood? would it absorb both types of blood? would it change-" Baxter rambled to himself as he simply let Vox unclothed him once the two got back into the room where it all started. The angler demon was much too in thought to feel any embarrassment, however.

"All good questions" Vox interrupted, not wanting the fish to be distracted, he wouldn't be getting those cute reactions if he did.

"But I've got a fun time planned for us so I don't want to see or hear any more about work" Vox advised as he began wiping away the golden blood from the fish's face.

"But sir-" Baxter tried, but like the many, MANY times before, he was just silenced by another fucking pacifier.

"Come on now, I let you have your big boy fun, for quite a generous time I may say" Vox guilt tripped as he dried the fish with a fluffy towel.

"And stop calling me sir, we're in private remember, it hasn't been that long for you to forget" The TV overlord continued to scold, earning the fish's happy mood to depleate in dispiritedness.

Changed his scientist gear into a white body suit, along with black short overalls, white socks and black trainers.

"You can play mad scientist again tomorrow, but now it's time for you to act like what you are" Vox grinned as he attached the restraint to the straps of his overalls.

When Vox was happy, he began leading them both into another one of Valentino's sets.

"Bet ya didn't know Val put a lot of work into his sets, a true artist at heart" Vox swooned as showed the fish into the chosen room.

It was the picture-perfect set of a playground, swings, slides, monkey bars, teeter-totters, etc all included.

(Oh come on! what about a park is....you know what I don't want to know) Baxter began to think ludicrously but then remembered he was in hell.

"Now I know this more for toddlers, but you can either complain and lose walking privileges or you can not get pent up about semantics," Vox said out loud, tugging the restraint to make sure Baxter was paying attention.

(why do you feel the need to explain your actions, hasn't stopped you before) Baxter simply rolled his eyes, not that he could complain anyway with the black pacifier in his mouth.

Baxter knew Vox changed the rules to accommodate to his wants, he has the attention span of an actual toddler. He didn't care as long as it entertained himself in the present, regardless of others.

"so what do you wanna go on first?" Vox asked rhetorically, it was the TV's decision in the end.

"oooh, how about the swings?" Vox enthused as he pulled the fish along.

"I made sure they would have some in your size" Vox presented as he showed Baxter the baby seat before being placed into it.

"too tight!" Baxter complained through the pacifier, fighting the Overlord on the seat being "his size".

"Ready?" Vox asked disregarding the fish's objections as he raised the seat.

"wait wait wait!" Baxter cried as the seat was raised above Vox's head. Only then to be let go sending Baxter even higher.

"Stop it!" Baxter screeched, hating everything single part of this, the height, the lack of control, the fact he simply just didn't want to be there, ALL OF IT.

"Aww, too high baby?" Vox asked condescendingly, going to face the fish whose hands were gripping the chain firmly, already looking pale from the single push.

"Asshole!" Baxter called angrily, if the TV overlord couldn't hear him, may as well use it to his advantage.

"I'll be a little more delicate with the next pushes" Vox vowed as he began pushing the fish from the front, witnessing Baxter's humiliation right in front of him.

That gentlness however didn't apply to the next ride, the roundabout.

Vox was secured on the flat ground as Baxter had to once more hold on for dear afterlife, arms and legs seizing one of the metal poles in the middle, doing his best to fix his eyes on one position to avoid becoming dizzy or being flung off.

"Was that fun?" Vox laughed with malicious merriment, stopping the roundabout and watching as the poor fish had trouble keeping his head still. When Baxter tried getting off the roundabout he couldn't walk in a straight line, Vox caught him in his arms before he fell.

"Perhaps a bit too extreme," Vox hummed as he began walking off with the fish's eyes still spinning, deciding to give the angler demon some time to recover by placing him in the sandbox.

"Don't worry about getting these clothes dirty, you'll be getting changed after all" Vox encouraged as Baxter found a bucket and spade in hand.

(Too fast) Baxter groused as his mind still felt light, the TV overlord was just doing everything like it was a race! And worse, the familiar unsettling smell the sand was emitting was not helping to his nausea.

"Need some help, little guy?" Vox asked as he petted his head with pity like he was too stupid to realise what Vox wanted from him. Not in the mood he handed the TV the bucket and spade so he could get the hint.

However, what he got from it instead was the false consent to place the fish in the TV's lap and show him how to make one with verbal instruction, baby talking when he decided to take control of Baxter's hands to do the last scoops of sand and patting the bucket to make that dreaded palace.

"And there you go, all done, wasn't too twicky now was it" Vox asked looking down where the fish was just looking down at himself, the embarrassment too much to even lift his head above.

A perfect pose Vox decided as he took a selfie of the two.

Not that the TV was done with tormenting the fish's ego at that, getting a second wind he decided that the slide was the next target. Placing Baxter at the top as he went to the end of the slide.

"Ok, ready when you are buddy" Vox cried, clapping his hands before holding them ready.

(then you're going to be waiting a long time) Baxter scoffed, he had been made to do a lot of stupid and humiliating things, but right now he was in a position to refuse so there was no need to. At least that gave him more chance for things to calm down like he said, Vox was going much too fast today.

"Still too scary?" Vox asked with pretend concern.

"It's ok baby, daddy's coming" Vox assured as he began walking towards the steps.

Baxter had to hold his gag reflex, no matter how much Vox tried to make it normal, hearing him refer to himself like that would always-

Two hands around his waist interrupted his thoughts as he was once more placed in Vox's hold.

(shit how did he get up so fast) Baxter thought with bafflement, having planned to go down himself to annoy the TV demon for his own amusement. The plan failed, as usual.

"Whee" Vox emitted as the two went down the slide. Baxter just placed his face in his hands from the sheer embarrassment he just kept acquiring.

"There we are, that wasn't so scary was it" Vox asked, patting Baxter on the head to say he was being a "brave boy".

(It's not the slide I was fearful of) Baxter thundered before having his face smooshed.

"Poor baby, haven't been fair to you today have I, made you clean up your toys and play in the scary playground, clearly you're still too young for such adventure" Vox sighed as the two just stayed on the slide as the overlord had sadly begun thinking.

(What does he mean by that?) Baxter questioned in trepidation.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to stick to more games that are more age-appropriate for a baby" Vox guaranteed, believing that was the best idea in the world. Baxter honestly felt like he was developing another headache, how much more age-appropriate shit was there for Vox to do until he got bored, did he just fuck a weird chance for less baby treatment...

"But sadly times up for today" Vox decided, taking Baxter out of his plunging negative thoughts and back to the present.

(Oh thank Lucifer) Baxter expressed with relief, happy to have survived another day.

So with that, Vox began to change him out of the toddler clothes into his lab wear.

But when he grabbed for the Angler demon's coat, he couldn't help but notice something glowing in the inner part of his coat.

Reaching in he found a vial with a bright orange glow.

"What's this?" Vox questioned, not recognising it as anything he or Voxtech had been working on, pulling the pacifier out of the fish's mouth to explain.

"Oh that" Baxter began as he witnessed what Vox had found, trying to stay calm as his mind began racing with panic.

"Just some leftover residue from a quick experiment from home, was going to continue testing when I got back, must have placed it in my coat during the rush to work" Baxter fibbed, doing his best to keep a neutral face, he didn't lie very often not usually seeing the point, but in this case, he had something to lose and/or have repercussions.

"Well, I guess if you're not doing it during work hours" Vox answered, just as calmly, about to hand the fish back the vial, before stopping in midair.

"But I must ask..what is this residue from?" Vox continued to inquire, face so close to studying the fish's own.

"Oh just, standard biology mouse testing" Baxter shrugged, technically he wasn't lying, the bladder was biological and he did test them on mice, the more vague he was, the less at risk he was, he doubted he had developed sufficient lying abilities.

A deadly moment of silence passed before Vox backed off.

"Charming" Vox answered as he finally gave the fish back the vial.

"Well I'll let you get back home to it then, it's been a long day for you, and you'll need plenty of rest for tomorrow" Vox advised as he placed the fish back down for the two to leave.

"Yes...Daddy" Baxter whispered before the door opened.

Vox waved Baxter off with a smile.

However, as soon as the fish was out of eyesight, the overlord marched to his side of the tower, a face of distrust and suspicion.

"Hey, you!" Vox announced to his assistant.

"Y, yes sir?" the fish demon asked with a startle.

"I want you to take this to the new scientists on the 3rd floor and report back the findings" Vox ordered as he gave a tiny bag of a sample of the bright orange serum he was able to grab before announcing it to the angler demon.

"Yes sir!" the assistant declared as he rushed off.

With that done, Vox continued to his monitors, crashing down onto his chair to look at the largest screen, focusing on Baxter who was walking down the halls and towards the exit.

Chapter 25: Talk it out

"Shit, shit shit!" Baxter stammered as he exited the building.

(The fuck was he doing searching my coat? how long has he been doing that? I can't believe he bought it, or did he?) Baxter's thoughts swirled.

He couldn't think straight, was he shaking?

"Ax.." A muffled voice called as he leaned against the wall.

Was it getting warmer? Was breathing always this difficult?

"Bax?" the voice continued, sounding less muffled as it got closer.

Why was that voice familiar?

"Baxter!?" The voice yelled, clear as day as the fish's senses re-focused.

"GAH!" Baxter yelled at the sudden grip on his shoulder, jumping back with a start.

"Hey, hey, just me, Angel Dust, remember" the figure of Angel Dust reassured, hands up to show he meant no harm.

"Y, yeah" Baxter confirmed as he tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.

"You good?" Angel asked, keeping a calm and encouraging tone, patient as the fish got his bearings.

"Y, yes I'm fine, thanks" Baxter established as he regained his composure with a few deep breaths.

"You sure?" Angel asked, looking concerned for the state he had just found the fish in.

"Yes, I can confirm I am feeling better, I apologise you had to see that" Baxter continued, coughing at the awkwardness he believed he created.

"You're all good sushi roll" Angel winked knowingly, giving the fish some solace he'd been craving, despite the nickname.

"Seems like we're running into each other more often now, got any plans tonight?" Angel asked, starting on a new topic.

"Not any different than every other night" Baxter answered, he wanted to get back home to conduct his experiments but he had a feeling the spider had some sort of offer.

"Good, so you wouldn't mind coming back to the hotel would ya?" Angel suggested.

"Why?" The angler demon asked sceptically.

"Charlie just won't stop talking about ya "I sure hope Baxter comes back to reunite with Sir pentious" "I sure hope Baxters ok" "I sure hope Baxter comes back to maybe give the hotel a shot" Angel explained, mimicking the princesses Disney princess voice, eye blinks and all.

"Oh," Baxter could only say, once more unable to believe demons would want to be in his presence for genuine reasons.

"Yep, she made sure to tell me to tell ya to pop by if I saw you" Angel Dust added with a hint of annoyance at how much Charlie had been pestering him about it.

"You could have simply texted" Baxter challenged with confusion.

"Ha, I wish, Vals got my arms strapped down to every chair in that joint, they're still numb" Angel elaborated, indicating to his very shakey arms.

"Fair enough" Baxter stated simply.

"So? Ya coming~" Angel quickly asked, giving a more dirty wink as he began walking off.

"I'll follow" Baxter confirmed as he shadowed the spider back to the hotel, he wasn't that naive to fall into such an obvious dirty joke.

Either way, it seemed to get a laugh out of the pink spider.

 

"Hey, all" Angel proclaimed as the two entered the hotel.

Causing all to hear and look to Angels vocalised their admission.

"Baxter! Hi!" Charlie effused as she saw Angel wasn't alone.

"Uh, hello to you too?" Angel scoffed as he went to sit down and the princess bounced up.

"Oh, sorry Angel, I'm just so happy you came back" Charlie quickly apologised before switching her focus back onto the angler demon.

"Told ya" Angel once more quickly quipped.

"Well, Angel did say you wished for me to come back for me and Sir pentious to keep talking," Baxter said, seeming he took it as a royal decree rather than an open invitation.

Nonetheless, Charlie's eyes began watering in pride.

"That's so amazing" Charlie sniffled, earning Baxter to look at her in further confusion.

"Who's this guy?" an unfamiliar voice asked behind them.

Looking to where it came from, Baxter found that it belonged to a cat-avian-like demon.

"Oh Husk" Charlie announced in surprise before making a face of realisation.

"Oh yeah, you weren't here last time to meet" Charlie continued, looking excited as she went to grab Husk's arm to pull him closer to the huddle.

"Husk, this is Baxter, Sir pentious's and Angel's friend" Charlie began to introduce before then going over to Baxter's side.

"We're not-" Baxter tiredly tried to protest, but Charlie was too hyped.

"And Baxter, this is Husk, our amazing bartender and receptionist" Charlie finished happily.

"Don't forget the sexiest-" Angel began to boast, trying to hug the cat demon before being pushed away by the cats paw.

"Can it legs" Husk warned lightly, teasingly.

(why does he look familiar?) Baxter pondered as he inspected Husk, there was something that just-

"Oh, and there's Niffty!" Charlies voice announced as she spotted the small Cyclops maid making her way down the steps.

"Niffty, come say hello, we've got a guest" Charlie beckoned as Niffty turned to see who was calling her.

"Yes, cha-" Niffty began to ask, but she stopped mid-sentence.

Eye and mouth opened wide for a quick moment like she saw something of true beauty.

Staring like the world had just stopped around her like she was in a dream of slow motion, watching as the guest in front of her looked at her like...like...like a-

"Niffty this is Ba-" Charlie tried to introduce as she was becoming worried at how the Cyclops seemed to freeze in place.

Baxter looked in analytic confusion before this "Niffty" began running at him at full speed shouting "Bad boy".

Immediately sensing a threat he shot his gun at her, this ray gun pausing her tracks and trapping everything but her head and neck in a block of ice.

Allowing her to get a better look at him as he had just slowed her down enough to have just an inch of space between them.

"Do not do that again, you are fortunate it was turned on ice mode" Baxterforewarned, glaring at Niffty with repugnance.

"Badboy you can do whatever you want to me" Niffty giggled suggestively as she decided she liked what she saw.

Baxter backed up with revulsion, not liking what he was seeing or hearing.

"Sorry about her, she can just get..really friendly" Charlie apologised on Niffty's account sheepishly.

"But could you please, perhaps defrost her?" Charlie asked politely, trying not to panic at what had just happened.

"I think she's doing that herself" Angel pointed out as he knew exactly what was going on in Nifftys head, getting so hot that the solid block of ice was already dissipating.

"Ok, well, that's good" Charlie said awkwardly, unsure of how really to respond, but seeing how she could already see Nifftys feet running within the ice she supposed it was fine.

"Ok, so that just leaves-" Charlie pondered as she looked around the hotel with a finger on her lip before the room around them began to flicker.

"My,my" a sinister staticky voice began to descant.

(That voice!) Baxter thought with actualisation.

"Are we to be having maceral for tonight?" the voice continued to razz behind the fish.

Slowly and timidly Baxter turned his head, his eyes turning to pin-pricks as he saw who had just appeared behind him.

(The radio demon) Baxter thought in incredulity and fright.

"There you are Alastor" Charlie cheered, a deep contrast to Baxter's alarm.

"This is Baxter, Sir Pentious's and Angel's friend" The princess once more introduced.

"And Baxter this is-" Charlie continued before being interrupted by Alastor Caine.

"I don't believe I need an introduction" Alastor chortled in amusement.

"Not when this fishy fellow is looking at me so green in the gills haha!" Alastor announced, having a blast seeing the utter terror in the fish's face just by looking at him.

(If I knew the radio demon stayed here I would have NEVER...this completely goes against-) Baxter's thoughts once more raced in hysteria, locked in place unable to move despite how much his body told him to run.

"Ey shorty" Angel's voice exclaimed, getting the fish's attention once more.

"Long as you don't go making deals with him you're good remember" Angel prompted reassuringly.

"Deals?" Charlie questioned, breaking a barrier of the tension built suddenly.

"Oh yeah, all the V's have like an unwritten rule to make sure we don't do any deals with o'l RD. Especially with Vox employees, only really got reminded recently once smiles got TV head all pent up" The spider clarified lazily, the light flickering at the last comment.

"Thought that disgusting shade of blue didn't fit in this fine red establishment" Alastor laughed with a strained grin, menacingly looking down at the fish as Baxter took hesitant slow steps backwards.

"Alastor!" Charlie called as she placed herself between him and the angler demon.

"Now my dear" Alastor began to dismiss, but Charlie stood her ground.

"No, you are just being rude, we don't treat Angel like that because he works with Valentino so the same applies to Baxter and Vox" Charlie declared, wanting to ensure equality for all.

"Hmm, very well then, I will correct my behaviour" Alastor hummed with zero complaints, his dangerous demeanour changing back to his comedic and fanciful behaviour.

"My apologies my fine fishy friend, I do hope this does put a dampener on your visit" Alastor "apologised", extending his hand of friendship...right above the fish's head, even looking down at the fish who with new confidence simply looked with annoyance.

"Alastor!" Vaggie groaned as she had just enough of the radio demons bullshit.

"What? This is nothing against the relationship our vertically challenged friend has with that Bastard boom box" Alastor grinned smartly.

So with a happy tune, Alastor click-clacked his way out, not without using the end of his cane to hit the fish's hat before his left.

"I am so sorry about him, he's just-" Charlie tried to apologise once more before the blowing from Baxter interrupted her.

"No, no, I understand," Baxter said as he waved off the princess's concerns, finished blowing the dirt off his hat and back on his slick-backed hair, always having a spare jar in his coat since Vox preferred his hair without.

"Sir pentious is up in his ship, I'll show you up," Charlie said as she wanted to change the topic.

"Probably best" Baxter muttered as he gave a quick look to the maid, very close to breaking free and looking at him with a VERY crazed look.

 

"But speaking Vox" Charlie began once the two were out of the other's presence.

"Is he still forcing you to do things you don't want to do?" Charlie questioned quietly, respecting the fishes privacy.

"Of course, I'm under his contract, he can do whatever he wants" Baxter admitted with a tired sigh

"Anything worse than the paci-" Charlie tried to pry delicately.

"I'd rather not say" Baxter admitted before she could finish, hating how his secret had spread so far.

"I get it, but if you ever did want to open up your frustrations the hotel is always open" Charlie offered as she decided to stop poking, not wishing to make the fish uncomfortable.

"Actually, what about coming up this weekend? you don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but getting out of such an abusive environment could be good, I know how much it's helped Angel" Charlie suggested with so much compassion and hope, Baxter almost thought they were in heaven.

"I shall y-Charlie," Baxter said as he decided to take the princess's offer, unable to say no, still mostly because it was because she was royalty...but that other per cent...

"Pentious" Charlie called, alerting Baxter to the fact they had arrived outside of the snakes room.

"Enter" the voice of Sir pentious called, enabling the two to come in.

There they saw the snake working on something, surrounded by his egg bois as sparks stopped flying.

"Mind to take a break for some therapy?" Charlie asked as the snake and egg bois removed their welders masks.

Sir pentious looked like he was about to answer, before seeing that she wasn't alone.

"Oh, you're back" Sir pentious hissed Contemptuously.

However his egg bois had a much different reaction.

"Creator!" They called, all scurrying towards the fish with excitement and surprise.

"W, wait!" Baxter called, but he was already surrounded.

"Where have you been?" "Creator you came back!" "We missed you" "He still glows" they exclaimed as they pulled at him eagerly.

"Now now eggys, you don't know where he's been" Pentious forwarned as he scooped 5 of them with his tail.

"There's less of them than I made" Baxter stated dismissively, ignoring the insult to sneer himself.

"Why can I only see 6 of the 1000 I created, they no longer have their numbers" Baxter pointed out as he inspected the one pentious hadn't been able to steal back, making that eggy feel very special.

"It's been just below a century since then, and you know how fragile they are" Sir pentious answered, the last comment having a light jab at the doctor's expense.

"It was my first time creating synthetic life, give me a break!" Baxter huffed as he placed the egg on the floor, it tottering behind happily as Baxter came closer to inspect the snake's handy work.

"What are you working on anyways," Baxter asked as he looked at the table which was just at his nose height.

"Wouldn't you like to-" Pentious scoffed smugly as he knew the doctor couldn't see, only for the egg boys to bring the fish a stepping stool, allowing Baxter to slunk under and grab the blueprints.

"A hydroxaciline-powered fire blimp?" Baxter asked doubtingly, assessing the engineer's handy work.

"Hey I didn't say you could-" Pentious yelled as he tried snatching the paperback, but Baxter simply swerved out of the way and slapped the hand away.

"Why couldn't you just use a-" Baxter began to suggest as Charlie, who was indeed still there decided she should leave them to it.

(Maybe their way of talking things through is just to nerd out?) Charlie pondered with a light chuckle, leaving the door open in case of another fight.

 

In the end, Pentious did find Baxter's suggestions, very helpful and allowed him the glory of working beside him for a final time.

And while Baxter was having a fun time, he couldn't help but feel something was off.

That feeling was the eggbois hugging his legs.

"When did they become so.. affectionate?" Baxter questioned as he tried to shake and pry them off, but they only held on tighter.

"Hmm, oh yes, I believe it was the time around when you abandoned us" Pentious spat insultingly.

"Oh for Pete's sake pentious!" Baxter growled tiredly, rubbing the space where his noes would have been holding his glasses.

"I was just sick of the constant scouring for scraps and getting into scraps!" Baxter exclaimed as he pointed his pen at pentious for extra punctuation.

"So all those years meant nothing to you?" Sir Pentious cried, looking more upset than angry.

"Of course they did!" Baxter cried back, looking just as hurt.

The eggbois walked out of the room as both masters looked at each other with pain.

"I don't know if I'd have stayed as sane without" Baxter scoffed with a light laugh before his lure dampened sorley.

"You know I tried visiting you, but you wouldn't hear a lick of it! It's not my fault Vox didn't-" Baxter continued, feeling himself getting more emotional, just pausing before he said something more hurtful.

"I just, I thought having some more money would help" Baxter confessed lowly, turning his head to avoid the look of genuine astonishment from the snake.

"you...were really going to come back?" Pentious asked with bafflement and yet, hope.

"I have no reason to lie to you pentious" Baxter grumbled honestly.

Causing both men to look away unable to continue with the biggest truthbomb wiping them out.

Sir pentious saw out of his eyes one of his bois wave at him encouragingly, the others with hopeful thumbs up. So with a big breath in, Sir pentious continued.

"Baxter I must apologise, I shouldn't have shut you out like I did," The snake said sincerely, truly hating how the two had left things and how they had acted by their names alone.

"It doesn't matter, in the end, you got the last laugh" Baxter scoffed more, but more in a self-deprecating manner.

"Yes...last week...not my proudest moment...I do apologise for that as well" Sir pentious said sheepishly, cringing at how he had acted, dangling the fish in the air and berating him for something he was being forced into, he was trying to be better but to think he did such a thing, oh the shame he felt.

"I don't want an apology, I want non of this to have ever fucking happened!" Baxter yelled, not at the snake but at the situation, breaking the pen with a crack, ink spilling down his gloved hands.

"Sadly we both know messing with time never works" Sir pentious inputted, in the hopes of calming the angler demon down.

But that was when an ingenious thought crossed his mind.

"But tempering with a demons mind to forget would be like it never happened, yes?" Sir Pentious suggested.

The same inspiration showed on his face, knowing exactly what he was getting at.

"And if you did it, you wouldn't be at any risk of Vox's repercussions!" Baxter exclaimed excitedly, already getting hyped.

"Wait" the fish paused, any happy thoughts filtering through his mind.

"What do you get out of this?" Baxter inspected questioningly, not sure of how to feel with the snake's sudden change of heart.

"Think of it my way of apologising and getting revenge to the ones that have wronged us" Sir pentious assured gently, knowing how it must have seemed.

"Sooo, partners? For old time's sake?" The snake asked once more just as hopeful.

Baxter looked at the snake one last time with scepticism, but knowing when the snake was being honest, he allowed a prideful smile on his face.

"Of course, I do want to have a job after all this so someone's gotta keep an eye on you" Baxter joked, and to his satisfaction, the snake laughed at the light teasing.

"The princess has asked me to come up this weekend, would you be free then?" Baxter informed and asked with trepidation.

"Works for me" Sir pentious shrugged, looking authentically inspired.

"Good, but back to this, the hell are these designs-" Baxter confirmed before changing back to the task at hand, but no new sense of fixed friendships could get his mind to look past horrible structures.

"What? they're cool!" Sir pentious whined brazenly

Baxter would have very much disagreed if he didn't feel something that wasn't the egg bois.

"Hold that thought" Baxter quickly interrupted their own conversation due to a familiar warning sensation.

(The serums working! god I have never been so grateful just to have normal bodily reactions) Baxter thought as he exited the bathroom, having gone to the bathroom without relying on any stupid diaper.

And if everything went to plan, he could keep it that way.

Things were all coming together!

Chapter 26: Electrical blackout

Notes:

These next chapters are going to become a bit darker. Just a forewarning. Vox is losing the ability to keep it together.

The weekend was just three days away.

Baxter didn't know the last time he felt this type of excitement, actually enthusiastic about the idea of going to meet a group of people. It reminded him of when he was human and excited to meet with professors and scientists on the...

Having royalty want to address him and meet with someone he once considered dead to him, to find ways to end his current nightmare. He had to hold down the giddiness he felt in his chest.

(Just three more days...I can do that) Baxter reminded himself as he composed himself, knocking on Vox's door.

"Enter" Vox's voice commanded from the other side.

(Well that's better than yesterday's greeting) Baxter thought with relief, hoping that it was another busy day for his boss.

But when he entered, he found the TV overlord in his chair, manspreading and looking at the fish with an unreadable unreadable expression.

"Come take a seat" Vox instructed calmly, patting his leg, and telling the fish to come closer.

Everything in the fish's mind was telling him not to. To hightail it out of there and don't look back. But the feeling of a lightweight on his neck reminded him that even if he tried, he'd be dead on the spot.

So hesitantly he did as asked, slow steps like he was walking towards the guillotine.

When he was close enough, Vox grabbed the back of his collar, placing him on his knee and placing a fixed hand on his head, squashing the hat as razor-sharp nails pricked the fish's scalp and forehead.

Baxter tried to keep still, keeping trembling breaths unknown as the TV overlord searched his pockets before holding out a small glass bottle of a very familiar orange liquid.

"I had a bit of this tested the other day, curiosity just got the better of me you could say" Vox began with a low voice, ensuring the fish's eyes were on the little glass vial, watching as the fearful realization in his eyes set in.

"Had it searched for any traces for any traces of mouse guts or that biological crap and yet....nothing was found" Vox continued, the grip on the fish's head loosening to begin stroking his hair.

"But you know what was found?" Vox inquired softly into the fish's ear.

"A compound found in the special diapers you wear, but when I tested it on them-" Vox continued before gripping the fish's chin to face him.

"Well just see what happens" Vox said as he decided to give the angler demon a demonstration.

Putting him on the floor to change his pants to the sealed diaper as per usual. However, after clipping them into place Vox took the vial cap off and poured it onto the clips, resulting in a resounding click of the clips unlocking.

"The seal gets destroyed! Funny right!" Vox laughed as he stood up, leaving Baxter on his back, pulling his coat down at the indignity.

"I mean, how did those two get mixed up in your coat hmm? Vox derided, once more like a shark circling his prey.

"Unless of course...you lied to me?" Vox suspected with a pause, a heart on his chest like he had been betrayed.

"I-" Baxter tried to say but Vox met his eye with fury.

"I'm not finished" Vox noted, his finger pointed like a scorning head teacher. dropping the sample he had and crushing it under his foot.

"Because after that I decided to watch you head off, but when I did I saw you talking with Valentino's top worker, Angel Dust" Vox revealed, walking back to the fish whose eyes were wide with fright.

"When did you two become so friendly? After that playdate Valentino the both of you kept to yourself?!" Vox yelled as he kneeled over the fish, pinning him below like an animal caging their meal.

"Well come on!" Vox shouted in the fish's face, making Baxter wince away.

"You've never been shy to explain so why start now?" the overlord began laughing, his own manic manner poking out.

With no way out, Baxter found no other option but to confess.

"Yes, it was a lie..."Baxter commenced, shaking under the TV scrutinizing eyes.

Vox backed off to allow the fish air admit what he had done behind his boss's back.

"It was a solution to remove them, and angel, he just caught me as I was leaving" Baxter revealed truthfully despite not meeting the overlord's eyes, yet in the corner of his sight he saw Vox shaking his head with baffled amusement.

"Yeah, walked with him back to that shitty hotel? Vox as he suddenly looked less amused, looked back down at the fish with distain.

"Wha-" Baxter uttered, only to have himself yanked to his feet, the electrified chain around his neck sending the strongest bolts Vox had used in a long time.

"The hotel that not only the princess but that fucking RADIO DEMON STAYS AT!" Vox roared as he gripped the fish's face so hard it caused pinpricks of blood.

"I, I didn't know he stayed there I swear-" Baxter begged before being slapped straight back onto the floor.

"What makes me think I'll believe a single fucking word you say?!" Vox screamed above the fish.

"This! All of this! was meant to be a reward for all your hard work...but if you see it as a fucking punishment, then fine!" Vox growled, yanking the fish back up with the chain, choking him with how hard he was pulling him up.

"It'll be your fucking punishment!" Vox vowed maliciously.

So with that final statement, Vox cranked the chain's electricity to full volume.

Earning an anguish-filled scream before the angler demon passed out from the pain.

Chapter 27: Day punishment

The first sensation Baxter felt when waking up was pain.

A scolding feeling along his gilled neck, dotted irritation on his face and a fading burning on the side of his cheek.

As for the rest of his body, it felt tingly. However, when he went to sit up he found that he couldn't. something cold restraining his movement to each limb.

Baxter tried to open his eyes to see why but had to recoil at the bright light, immediately overloading his sight.

"Good, you're awake" The voice of Vox announced.

Once his eyes re-adjusted he immediately turned to see where the Overlord was.

Vox was right in front of him, looking at him with a plotting smirk and analytic eyes.

Baxter thrashed in instinct, panic finally setting in. But when he found himself still unable to move he found himself restrained to a metal table, wrists and ankles chained to the sides of the table.

He also sadly noticed that he was unclothed, everything except for those disgusting diapers.

"If you're done, we can get started" Vox added, watching in twisted levity as the fish lashed under his gaze.

"Above you is what Valentino uses for his waterboarding shoots," Vox said as he pointed above them.

Two clear barrels connected by a single pipe which could be manoeuvred to wherever someone wanted it to flow.

"Inside however has been replaced with milk, mixed with a whole bunch of wonderous little concoctions" Vox narrated, tapping the nozzle with a tap. Ensuring vagueness to raise the fear.

"With this, I am going to revert you into nothing more than a helpless little newborn and you're gonna remember every part of that until your mind can't take it anymore" Vox promised sinisterly as he began to manoeuvre the machine closer to the angler demon.

"Sir please I didn't-" Baxter begged as he tried moving his head away from the machine scratching the side of his temple. Only for Vox to come around and fix his face into position into the fish's mouth, not caring how it bashed into his teeth.

"You won't be leaving this room until you finish every single drop of this" Vox spoke, leaning down so he was speaking into his fin-like ears.

"So you better enjoy this part of the punishment, you'll see the next part tonight" Vox whispered before sitting back up to walk away, chuckling evily as he switched the machine on.

At once the milk began to travel down.

(Nononono) Baxter cried as he was unable to stop the liquid building up in his mouth.

Thankfully it didn't push past that limit. However, with nowhere for the milk to go, the fish had no choice but to swallow.

Chapter 28: Night punishment

When Vox finally switched the machine off, pulling the nozzle of the machine away.

Baxter was found gasping for air, milk dribbling down his lip and chin. body shaking as tears, both dry and current ran down his face. The diaper was soiled as it hadn't been changed all day.

Vox smiled at how pathetic the fish looked, but he knew he could make it worse.

"Now, how did we do?" Vox questioned, clicking his fingers for Kitty to clean the fish up as he went to inspect the barrels.

"Hardly a quarter" Vox tutted disappointedly.

Clicking again to Kitty, signalling for them once more.

This time the robot undid the fish's binds. But instead of letting him free, they flipped them onto his elbows and knees, locking him back to the table in the uncomfortable position, freckled naked rear exposed as Vox readied his chain.

Baxter thought he was going to throw up, his body felt shakey but limp, if he wasn't stuck in place he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold his body weight.

"Now, it's time for you to learn the second part of your punishment" Vox spoke lightly.

Without warning Vox whipped the fish on his ass with an electrified chain.

Earning a loud screech of pain and despair erupting deep within the fish's soul.

"Every night you remain here, you will receive 10 spankings" Vox yelled.

"This! is what you get for disobeying me! This! is what you fucking get, acting like you can pull the wool over my eyes!" Vox began to berate, the lashes continuing with each venomous sentence.

"You understand! I never want to hear anything about you interacting with that fucklord again! YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND! YOU ARE MINE! YOUR SOUL IS MINE!" Vox screamed, electricity building higher and higher with the more angry the Overlord was becoming.

"BY THE TIME THIS IS OVER, YOU'LL REGRET HOW FUCKING INGRATFUL YOU WERE!" Vox concluded with the last lash.

The overlord's breathing strained and heavy as he threw the chain down as a final statement.

The fire and red exiting the TV's senses, allowing for the distressed crying to be heard.

Looking at his handy work, the fish's back was covered with 10 new lined wounds, already bruised and bleeding with parts of his grey skin lightened in the pattern of electrical scars.

Body shaking from both the volts and pain. Sobbing uncontrollably, trying to curl into himself, trying in some way to protect himself.

"Now, now" Vox sighed as he seemed to have calmed himself down.

Walking up to the distraught angler demon, grabbing another diaper before undoing the fish shackles.

The body instantly fell to the metal bed, with a resounding clunk.

Not that Vox allowed that for long as, mercilessly turning the fish on his back., applying pressure into the fish's gashes as the blood stained the polished metal below.

Tripling the fish's suffering his cries deepened with more sorrow.

"Ok baby, daddy's got you" Vox cooed as he began applying a new diaper on his raw injuries. Like he hadn't just unleashed all his outrage on him.

Once properly diapered, Vox picked the fish up from the sides of his torso before walking to a chair he had prepared to sit on. He sat himself down as he manoeuvred the fish onto his chest, reliving the pressure he had previously placed upon him. He pushed the fish crying as he muffled it through the overlord's shirt.

Yes, he wanted to break him, he knew there were risks in breaking his mind but he doubted it. If it could survive lasting from the 1910s, it can survive a few days of torture. Leaving him with a brilliant scientist and an obedient baby rolled into one.

But that didn't mean he didn't want to keep the fish strapped to the table. Vox had gotten to like the habit of holding Baxter and despite the betrayal, he wouldn't be denied such simple pleasantries. Besides, this way, Vox remained the fish's only source of comfort.

"Daddy wished he didn't have to do this baby, but until you learn to behave, this is just how things are going to be" Vox told gently, despite how the crying still wasn't settling.

Not that Vox was in any mindset to care or deliver any care as once he decided he was finished he walked back to the metal table to secure Baxter back.

"P, please, plea-" Baxter tried to beseech, his voice faint through the crying.

"Night night kiddo" Vox laughed with mock sympathy before closing the door.

Leaving the angler demon in the dark, alone, practically naked and shivering.

Chapter 29: Search party

"Charlie, hun, you ok?" Vaggie asked, coming to sit beside her girlfriend who was staring at the hotel door, a face of unease as if she was waiting for something or to walk in at any moment.

"I'm ok, I just, I'm worried about Baxter, he said he was going to come over this weekend but it's already Sunday night" Charlie explained worriedly as Vaggie placed a reassuring hand onto her partner's shoulder.

"Maybe the guy just forgot" Husk suggested, listening to the conversation while boredly wiping away the glasses.

"Improbable" Sir pentious said as he rejected the idea on the other sofa.

"I and the doctor were going to work together on a project and next to nothing gets in the way of his creations, and even if something did, he would have contacted us in some way" Sir pentious explained, it may have been a while since they parted ways, but these things the serpent knew could never change.

"Angel?" Charlie asked as she considered pentious's words, reminding her of their only means of contact.

"Trust me, I've been trying, Nifts been nagging me non-stop" Angel groaned as he held up his phone higher out of the reach of said maid climbing over him to try and snatch his phone.

"But I got nuthing, and it's not like he's leaving them on read either" Angel added as he placed the maid back onto the floor, she already wanting "uppies".

"Yeah, I don't like how this is sounding," Charlie remarked as nothing was helping to calm down her nerves. From what little she knew of the fish's situation as well, it only added to her dread.

"Might I ask, why this little tuna has you all in a tizzy? It is not like he's a patron in this fine establishment" Alastor questioned boredly, the only one who had yet to exhibit any apprehensions about the fish's apparent disappearance.

"That doesn't matter Alastor, I believe he has potential for redemption and he has already started building friendships in the hotel, so if I think a friend is in trouble, I'm going to help them" Charlie declared passionately, seeing how everyone looked at her with agreement, no matter how little.

Alastor merely sighed at her speech before standing up.

"Very well, if this means so much to you" Alastor hummed with light jest.

"Al, where are you going?" Charlie asked with confusion.

"Where else, to find your pet goldfish, you coming or not," Alastor asked patiently, his voice demonstrating he was doing it out of the kindness of his heart, but they all knew the deer had ulterior motives.

"Oh I'm coming" Angel moaned suggestively as he began to follow the radio demon, Sir pentious grimacing at the comment but slithered behind them.

Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other before nodding in agreement and standing up to also follow.

Husk and Niffty said that they would stay to hold down the fort. Well, Husk decided that for them, knowing that Nifftys obsession was not going to be helpful in what he suspected was going to be a stealthy mission.

All 5 demons walked out of the hotel to find the angler demon, having no idea of the state he would find him in.

Chapter 30: The rescue

Strained breathing could be overlooked over the sound of liquid dropping onto the stone floor mixed ominously with the slow cradle music that was meant to be soothing.

A sudden click of the light switch was an added noise as calm red, blues and yellows spinning on the ceiling from an attached mobile were replaced with a harsh blinding white.

"Just look at you" Vox laughed as he closed the door. Walking closer to examine his handiwork.

"To think you are my greatest scientist, yet here you are, reduced to nothing more than a delicate little newborn" Vox continued to taunt, giving the fish's faint glowing low-hanging lure with a soft flick.

Beneath him was the angler demon, where long gashes along his body were outlined. Many were still trickling, others crusted shut, some with traces of infection.

milk that had leaked from his weak mouth had flowed down his neck and along his chest. His gills clogged with milk as the access mixed with the blood collected onto the table, mixing to make a light pink puddle that created the pitter-pattering noise.

"Can't even drink properly anymore and made another mess for Daddy to clean up" Vox ridiculed as he noticed the puddle.

"But don't go thinking you're going to get away anytime soon, you still have halfway to go, and make up for the rest you wasted" Vox lightly scolded as he changed the fish's diaper, he had been a bit more merciful once the fishes mind started to become weaker.

The clean diaper however had already changed to a red dye.

The fish's eyes were scrunched closed, either from the potions or due to the pain it was anyone's guess. Most likely it was his mind's way of defending itself from what it was being subjected to.

Nevertheless, the sobbing had yet to stop, it took breaks when he fell unconscious but never ceased.

Vox was about to take the fish out of his restraints to clean it before an alarm popped up in his notifications.

One with that made his screen go red, the face of Alastor, named "deer prick" in a red circle with a cross and the words Warning sirening every 2 seconds. This alarm only came on when the radio demon was on his turf.

"The fuck is he doing here?!" Vox yelled as he halted his actions, leaving the fish in his sorry state.

Not however flicking on the machine back on. Once more making milk into his mouth.

 

Angel watched Vox from the exit of the moth's sets, witnessing a very pissed-off Overlord storm to his office.

The spider had made the excuse that he forgot something in his suite, allowing him to see where Vox was coming from without coming off as suspicious. An inside man for their mission.

*TV head coming from the 7th floor, take a left and then a long corridor, can't say which room tho*

"While you're already here, why don't you finish what we started yesterday?" Valentio suggested softly, as he placed a possessive hand on the spider's shoulder.

Angel nodded as he hid his phone, and counted this happening. Now what was left was up to the others.

 

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Vaggie asked as she, Charlie and Sir pentious walked towards Valentino's quarter.

"Of course! the pinker we are the more we shall blend it" Sir pentious declared proudly at the disguise he and the princess had come up with together, turning their clothes pink with Charlie's magic.

"Well hopefully Alstor and Angel can keep the two of them busy, but we still need to be vigilant of Velvette however" Charlie warned with a whisper of caution. The last time she had come here she made everything worse for Angel Dust, she would not make the same mistake again.

With that, the three were able to get to where Angel had indicated.

A corridor with a series of rooms. However, only one had a "no entry sign".

Charlie bravely tried to open the door but as she suspected, found it locked.

"Fear not, I am an excellent locksmith" Sir pentious proclaimed boldly as he began picking at the hatch.

Charlie and Vaggie covered the snake to look inconspicuous until a resounding click eased the tenseness.

"Aha!" the snake called successfully, standing back up to twist the nob and enter.

But what he found inside, made him stop in his tracks. Stunned in horror at what he was seeing.

His oldest and longest friend, strapped down onto a metallic table, basically naked and covered in all sorts of injuries as a tanker of some sort of liquid was attached to his mouth. The light yellow mixed with a red liquid puddling onto the floor.

"Baxter?!"Sir pentious called instinctively, slithering as fast he could towards the fish's motionless form.

"Oh my gosh" the startled voice of Charlie uttered behind them, the two entering the room to also see the twisted sight.

"Oh this is just sick" Vaggie commented in repulsion, she had seen some shit but stuff like this...

Sir pentious was trying to rip away the machine, but when that didn't work, he began searching for

"Vagatha, the green button, press it!" Sir pentious ordered directly.

The moth quick on her reflexes did as asked. And to their relief the machine turned off, allowing the snake to slap it away.

"We need to get him up, whatever this is has clogged his gills!" Sir pentious persisted, trying to stop his panic from rising, not seeing the fish trying to cough. He wasn't seeing any reactions.

The snake tried picking at the restraints, but without a key-

Charlie, silently, came beside the snake and ripped the restraint away with ease. cracking each of the 4 restraints with an iron fist.

She then began helping him raise but stilled at the sight of his back. It was much worse than the front, covered in all sorts of terrible.

Her mortified thoughts had to wait as the angler demon seemed to spring back to life, hacking with the little might he had, finally having some space in his throat to do so.

"ok, ok, get it out" Charlie tried to encourage, leaning him over the table for gravity to help.

Sir pentious, comfortable with the princesses tending to Baxter, went to inspect the machine further. Luckily he always kept little scraps in his pocket from either his inventions or the egg bois, he should have-

"Ah, good" Sir pentious exclaimed as he saw one of the eggbois had placed their little teacups, never had he been so thankful for his minion's childish tendencies.

Pressing the button on for a quick second he had been able to get a sample.

When he finished, truing back, it looked like Baxter coughed up as much as he could, leaning against Charlie's shoulder with low breaths. The princess wrapped him in her jacket as gently as possible.

"We need to get him out of here, he needs help ASAP" Vaggie stated as she stood guard in front of the closed door, the clutch on her spear showing how upset she was and doing her best to help in her way.

Charlie simply nodded.

Clicking her fingers she was able to create a portal back to the hotel.

Charlie carefully picked the fish into her arms, trying to keep the pressure off his back as much as possible. Placing hoisting him over her shoulder and supporting him from his lower legs, those showing the least amount of injuries. It pained her to hear that despite her best efforts she was still causing him pain, the low weeping of despair was torment on her ears.

Charlie was first out of the portal, but as Vaggie went to follow, she saw something out of the corner of her good eye.

Walking to inspect, she found a pile of clothes, Baxter's clothes. already covered in dust but also beside a snapped-in-half half-glass vial.

"Vagatha?" Sir pentious questioned before he too entered the portal.

"I'm coming!" Vaggie called, choosing not to correct the snake on the mispronunciation of her name at this time. Instead, She scooped the clothes and two half vials and hurried after them.

Notes:

The chapters should get lighter after this and the next one.
I forgot to say that comments are always welcomed so please let me know if you're enjoying the direction the story is heading.

Chapter 31: Treating the wounds

"Husk!" Charlie called in alarm as she stepped forth back into the hotel.

"Nift get the first aid!" Husk requested wasting no time as he came to the princess's aid, knowing that type of yell anywhere.

"Ok," Niffty happily saluted as she rushed off without needing to be told twice.

"We found him like this, it's really bad" Charlie stated as she showed Husk a glimpse of the fish's back, not too much in fear of blood leaking further.

"His gills are clogged, and these marks...clearly whipped but the lighter patterns, whatever Vox used was electrocuted" Husk noted as he finished taking a quick observation, manoeuvring himself so he was the one now holding the angler demon.

The demons didn't think their horror could be any worse, but just hearing what Husk said, they swore they were going to be sick, features turning into murderous intent.

"Need to run a bath, water should clear it, needs one anyway before we can start first aid" Husk instructed as his way to the closest bathroom, knowing this wasn't the time to get emotional, the fish needed help, now.

 

When the bath was running Husk had Baxter on his knee head controlled down in case there was any more he could manage to cough out.

Niffty knocked to give the med kit and instructed them to keep an eye out for Angel. The spider demon had been texted to get out as soon as possible and for Alastor to be radioed to wait until he saw Angel leave before he could stop tormenting Vox. Not that Alastor was found complaining, quite enjoying the little scuffle.

"right, I and Pentnious will take part of this part," Husk said once the bath was finished, the tub containing lukewarm clear water that the fish could take in the gills and get properly cleaned of milk and blood residue.

Charlie and Vaggie nodded in respect for privacy and told them if they needed anything they would be just outside.

However, it hadn't been 2 minutes before Sir pentious came out of the bathroom to get them.

"We can't get it off" Sir pentious admitted upsettingly as the two re-entered the facilities to where Husk had taken to use a towel to work at the more infected wounds for the time being.

"It's probably like that pacifier, where he can't take it off, but applies to everyone?" Vaggie suspected.

"Disgusting" Pentious hissed at the overlord's cruelty.

"Let me try, my rank should overpower the barrier..hopefully," Charlie asked as she moved towards the cat and fish.

"I promise I do this in respect," Charlie told towards the still hardly conscious angler demon as she tried to unclip the diaper.

Luckily the princess's idea was proven true as the clips became undone, husk holding them until ready for the bath.

"Good, again we'll be outside if you need us" Charlie smiled reassuringly as they once more left them to treat Baxter.

 

"Gonna need ya to hold him still pent, this is gonna hurt like a bitch" Husk soughed as he removed the diaper and jacket, trying not to notice how much blood came from the toiletry pad.

Pentious nodded as he placed his tail could loop around the fish's frame, enabling him to lean against it and hold him in place.

However, once Baxter was placed in the bath, husks prediction was proven correct. Baxter's cries had turned to screams of anguish and distress.

But to both the cat's and snake's confusion, the fish was tossing and turning his head but the rest of the fish's body continued to stay limp.

"It's ok, you are no longer there" Sir pentious tried redirecting his concerns to calm his fish's screams, despite the questions buzzing in his head he knew he had to be there for his friend now.

Using his tail he dipped the fish slower and lower, just so his gills could intake the water.

only a few seconds and that resulted in the fish looking-

Holding the fish so he could be sick over the bath and into the bin, Husk was glad to see that did the trick. His gills were looking inflamed but clear.

That however didn't mean they were out of the woods yet.

Further screams were amplified as the two worked on stitching the worst of the fish's wounds and disinfecting where the water hadn't been able to.

The painkillers pentious deemed acceptable did the best. But until the snake knew what the fish consumed, he didn't want to chance anything.

When satisfied with their work, the two began bandaging, plastering and applying healing and soothing cream.

When the two finished however Baxter looked like an aquarian mummy.

A very disorientated aquarian mummy who was staring blankly in front of him as he lay on his stomach on a warm towel while the two had been working on his back. Making little whining noises as his head twitched wherever in his body felt pain. Still very upset but overall did look more at peace since arriving, breathing less laboured and less tense.

"Pass me three more towels will ya kid?" Husk asked as he noticed the fish had a little accident. Not that Husk was gonna judge, not after the things Husk had seen.

Pentious handed the older in earth years demon the towels, one being made into a makeshift diaper, the second to dry his hair and the third to give the angler demon some shelter.

When deemed content to be done, husk held Baxter to his chest a similar hold to how Charlie had done before walking out.

"How is he?" the speak of the devil asked, clearly having been pacing in anticipation. Niffty had been mimicking her and Vaggie had been against the wall, secretly biting her nails tensely.

"We did our best but still looks shitty, gonna be a while till they heal" Husk expressed honestly, looking down to see that the angler demon had finally passed out due to exhaustion.

"I will also need to analyse what the doctor has been forced to digest, I have a feeling that will also be a factor for recovery" Sir pentious explained, clearly itching to get to it.

Charlie gave a quick nod to the snake, telling him to get to it, they had things covered down there.

"We can handle it, no matter how long it takes" Charlie declared positively, just happy that Baxter was safe.

"I made a room for the bad boy!" Niffty informed helpfully, adding to the little positivity they needed.

"That's wonderful Niffty, lead the way" Charlie gleamed, watching as the little maid zipped towards the room.

It was one on the lower levels to help when Baxter needed them and looked like a normal clean room. Except for the pictures of the Niffty and the heart-shaped petals on the bed.

"Ooh.." Charlie ohed in slight startle at the cyclops' intenseness.

"This is lovely Niffty, I'm sure you'll like it," The princess said through her teeth as Husk shook his head awkwardly, placing the fish into the bed onto his side and waving away the petals. As well as waiting until he was under the covers to remove the covering towel.

"Want me to keep an eye on the bad boy?" Nifty asked as the others began leaving the space, Vaggie sneakily taking the pictures away.

"I think we should leave him to rest, I'll have KeeKee get us if he needs us" Charlie assured as she summoned Keekee who jumped on the end of the bed, resting but waiting. Allowing Charlie to pull the Cyclops outside. Pulling the door to a close, knowing KeeKee could teleport when needed so to give the fish a much-needed rest.

"My my, that was very amusing" the voice of Alastor commented as he appeared at the hotel.

"Now then, how did finding Vox's little gill-bearing vertebrae go?" Alastor asked as he saw he came face to face with nearly all of the hotel members.

"We found him, that's the important part" Vaggie answered for Charlie, seeing how she seemed to deflate on such a depressing topic, giving her an encouraging side hug and earning her a smile from her girlfriend, allowing the negativity to wash over her.

"Is Angel on his way back?" Charlie asked, changing the topic.

"Oh don't worry, I made sure not to come back until I saw him sprinting out of there, I do have a feeling that once Vox finds out, things are going to become even more entertaining" Alastor laughed.

He could picture the TV overlord's face now.

Chapter 32: Gone

Vox stormed out of his monitor room where he had been projecting his image to meet with Alastor outside. This was to show that shit grin-eating bambi bitch that he was so above him he didn't need to meet him face to face.

Yet Alastor dared to call him a coward, to berate him to any demons crossing by, earning themselves a crowd. This would have been his time to make up for the last radio vs TV fiasco. However Vox was left once more defeated, Alastor kept his charm as Vox's systems burned and flickered with growing fury as the deer continued to gain the higher ground. And to top off this humiliating blunder, Alastor just fucking walked off, like he had just grown bored suddenly and finished what was meant to be a fight for the ages...he WALKED AWAY WITHOUT A CARE!

Vox of course shouted as many slurs as he could in the direction of the demon yet Alastor just continued strolling with a song in his step. Ultimately leaving Vox with unresolved outrage.

He needed to blow off some steam, Now!

All Leading Vox to go back to the means of how he had been unpacking his emotions since Alastor had first been showing up to screw with his life once more.

However, instead of the image of his little fish suckling mindlessly for Daddy to care for him and change his diaper, he was instead met with a desolate room. The machine wasn't on, the fish's clothes were missing but most importantly, Baxter was gone!

"Wha, but how?!" Vox uttered in bewilderment, rushing into the scene of the crime, and seeing the unlocked if not broken restraints that once held his main scientist. Then, like a lightbulb went off into his mind, he came to a realisation.

 

"VAL!" Vox screamed as he opened the door to the moth's headquarters, practically kicking the door off its hinges.

"Gah Dios mío!" The moth spat at the sudden action, earning him to cough on the cigar he had been smoking.

"The fuck is-" Valentio was ready to chastise as he watched Vox scan the environment for something...or someone.

"Where is Angel, is he here?!" Vox questioned, grabbing the moth's shirt to his level with a tone of urgency.

"Uh no, he just finished, why-" Val answered astonishedly, not having Vox seem this genuinely hysterical with urgency for a while.

"FUCK!" Vox yelled in frustration, the electricity around him spiking as he stomped away.

"Oi, wanna explain-where are you going?!" Valentino asked as he tried to hurry alongside his partner, but Vox was going too fast to do so.

"To that fucking hotel, the whole thing was a fucking set-up! they stole my baby!" Vox screamed irrationally as he threw the door back, this time the doors cracked down in two from their handle and onto the smoke-covered floors.

Valentino once more tried to get more answers to what Vox was talking about, only for the door to be slammed just millimetres away from his face.

Chapter 33: Not out of the woods

Kee Kee was alerted to the sound of uneven breathing a few moments after the hotel staff had left. The vibrations causing the bed underneath to shake her small form.

Having been resting and not sleeping, despite how it would seem, she was quick to see what was wrong. Only to be faced with the anguish-filled crying of the one she was put in place to guard. Despite how little time it had begun, tears had already built big and heavy, dampening the bed sheets as lips trembled. His eyes scrunched tight like the angler demon was hiding away from any monsters before him.

Having developed her owner's trait of sympathy, Kee Kee crawled forward. Expecting some sort of reaction when she added her weight onto his chest, Baxter's sobs neither heightened nor lowered. Perhaps the fish's pain was too great to focus on anything but?

Wishing to provide comfort she crept up even closer, placing her head against his softly as purring erupted her throat instinctively.

But once more he seemed too distracted from his own misery to notice. Licking at his cheek before moving to alternate from licking away his tears and his hair, as if he were her own kitten.

Yet despite her best efforts, the cat was unable to get through. She had tried for a good 2 minutes before deciding it would be best to go and search for someone who could provide the support he needed.

Jumping off the bed she scurried out of the room to try and find the first demon she saw. That being a very old catbird demon casually downing a bear.

He was about to take another swig before catching keekee out of the corner of his eye.

Keekee only had to look at husk before the larger cat got the signal. The bartender gave a low growl of tiredness before placing his drink back onto the table and standing up, his back cracking crunchily before allowing the smaller cat to lead him back to Baxter's room.

The sound of muffled crying grew louder the closer they came. To which Keekee couldn't help but notice how the pace in husk's casual strides had quickened at the noise.

“Alright, What's going on in here?” husk mumbled outwardly, not truly expecting a response but a way of bringing casual conversation as he saw the crying form of a demon tossing his head back and forth, violently.

"Easy kid, I ain't here to hurt ya" Husk tried to ease as he came closer, closing the door to give them privacy.

Despite Husk's voice of reassurance, Baxter's discomfort was not put to rest, his crying continuing strong as they did for Keekee.

“Kid, can you hear me?" Husk announced as he walked closer, confusion to why Baxter wasn't alerted to his presence.

Clicking his fingers next to the fish's left ear he looked to see any reaction, but he was just shaking his head as much as his neck allowed him.

"That fucker really pulled some shit" Husk muttered as he believed whatever Vox did to the fish's mind it made him physically unable to register their own reality.

Taking pity, he gently lifted the fish up into his hold. If the angler demon couldn't tell him, he'd try his best to investigate what was wrong.

Placing his arms once more under the fish's knee pits, he looked to see his patchwork was holding up. Luckily Husk saw no red speaping through as of yet.

Moving forward on his inspection he placed a light paw under the makeshift diaper and, yep, it needed changing.

Gently placing Baxter back onto the bed Husk grabbed the towels he asked Niffty to give him, luckily she hadn't questioned it.

"I'll do this quick alright," Husk said as he got to work, wincing as the grew louder. Suggesting to husk the fish couldn't react to anything but the sensations of pain as of right now.

Finishing up Husk placed the fish back into his hold, wanting to give the wounds on his back and backside a chance to calm.

“You're all good” Husk stated as he instinctively tried to ease Baxter's misery, even if Baxter couldn't understand or hear he just had the impulse to try. Perhaps it was the nights of soothing and comforting all the habits of this hotel late at night that made making soft.

He was brought out of that thought as he felt the angler demon's head pressing into his fur.

While fur-like angels were lustrious, bouncy and big.

His fur was more smoothed down and silky thanks to Nift and Alastor's instance of using "cat" shampoo.

Regardless, Baxter's breathing seemed to finally soothe as it fell gently against his freckled face.

Husk suspected the angler demon had finally found something to ground him. No offence to the princess, but the beds in the hotel were ridiculously soft like you were sleeping on bouncy light clouds, which for those those who preferred or needed a solid surface, like himself, to rest, simply caused trouble.

He didn't have nearly as much fluff as Angel but it seemed just enough for Baxter's comfort. Even if that meant his fur being dampened with tears and saliva and mucus, he'd take that over the wailing. It wasn't like this had been the worst he had been covered in.

Sitting down cautiously on the bed, husk simply held Baxter close in the comfortable silence until he believed the smaller demon had settled back to sleep.

"I just hope Slithers can figure out what the fucks going on with you" Husk sighed as he placed the covers back onto the resting fish, Keekee, taking her rightful place back onto the edge of the bed, having not once looking away from Baxter once she had come back from retrieving help.

Husk gave another big sigh before standing back to full height, giving the fish's hair a quick pat before heading back to the others who he knew were all in the lounge waiting for "legs" to come back.

However, at the same moment, he shut Baxter's door, another door opened and closed with two swift slams.

Unable to hear if that reawoke the angler demon, he continued on his way, only to see Angel dust spread as wide as possible to barricade the outside, sweat and heavy breathing evident to the face he had been running.

"Angel you're back!" Charlie stated as she jumped to hug the spider, clearly having been extremely nervous and super relieved to have him back safe and sound with them.

"Yeah, fuck, I need to do more cardio" Angel gasped as he got back his breath, not realising how far the hotel was from work.

"Well it's good to see you back safe, NOW, please tell me, how riveted was the box head when he returned?" Alastor asked, gleaming in the giddiness of simply imagining the pure shock on Vox's face.

Angel had no time to answer before a knock came behind the very door he was trying to block.

"Think we're gonna find out ourselves" Husk groaned as Angel stepped aside to allow Alastor to unlock the door for himself. Great, like Husk didn't have enough on his plate as is.

 

"Well look who it is in our humble neighbourhood" Alastor greeted, and to everyone's suspicions, they were proven correct.

The TV overlord himself on their porch, looking extremely pissed as electricity danced dangerously around his frame, face twitching, close to shutting down with how many buffers were shown. Fingers tapping irritably against his arms, evidently not in the mood for jokes.

"Cut the crap Alastor, where is he?!" Vox growled, meeting that shit-eating grin head own as he ground his own teeth in a frown.

"Why I am unsure to whom you are referring?" Alastor sang nonchalantly.

"Oh, you know exactly whom the fuck I'm on about, my head scientist! You stole him during that ridiculous broadcast! I knew it was too out of the blue" Vox exclaimed, piecing the evidence together intriguingly.

"Oho, if you knew that, why did you allow yourself to be strung along so easily?" Alastor teased, grin growing wider and wider as radio symbols began to float around his figure.

"Fuck this-" Vox announced as he began to make his way closer, to try and get in Alastor's face but also to try and get into the hotel itself.

Only for a dark black and green forcefield to block his way, making the TV overlord jump back in surprise.

"Ah, ah, ah" Alastor tutted cheekily.

"Just like how I cannot enter your filth tower, you cannot enter this wonderful hotel, not without my and especially the princess's permission" the radio reminded dangerously.

"You dare-" Vox began, only for their conversation to be interrupted by the said owner of the hotel.

"Thank you Alastor, but I'll take it from here" Charlie tried to politely excuse as she placed herself into Alastors place.

"Very well my dear" Alastor bowed as he allowed Charlie to take centre stage, making sure he could see all of Vox's fury.

"Oh," Vox exclaimed as all the rage seemed to disappear.

"Your Highness, please do forgive my rudeness, but I was just trying to locate one of my sou-workers" Vox began as he tried to make himself seem more presentable, pleasantries, patience and professionalism included.

"Oh yes he's here" Charlie smiled just as politely and calmly, knowing this new persona was as fake all hell.

"We were worried when he hadn't shown up this weekend, so I personally went to see where he was, but when we found him, well...I wouldn't be a good princess if I didn't do anything when seeing my people suffering" Charlie explained, doing her best to remain just as compossed.

"Benevolent as you are, Your Highness, you needn't worry, at Voxtech we happily provide my co-workers with the help they need-" The TV overlord tried to intervene, only to be silenced by Charlie's narrowing brows.

"I find that hard to believe as it was at yours that we found him-" Charlie stated as her teeth started becoming sharper as she was feeling her losing her cool, only for Vaggie to come to her side, forever the reassuring voice of reason as she found herself breathing to continue strong.

"-In his condition, so I have brought him here to heal and stabilise, when I believe he is fit for work, I will personally meet with you to discuss his returning to work" Charlie defined as she placed her hand onto vaggies, before smiling back to Vox, her still sharpening.

"Of course, I look forward to when that time comes," Vox said with a gracious bow despite how desperately he wished to unleash his full power quacking under his facade.

"Oh, and for future reference, I do hope this is the last time I ever find him in such circumstances, you can understand this, can't you?" Charlie said quietly as Vox came back up, his sights showing the fire of eternal fire and anguish in her eyes as if his own fate was being sealed, that shaking force falling into a tremble.

"Indeed...I'll be taking my leave now" Vox announced as he felt defeated, having no more charm to try and weasel his way in, not that he was sure it was going to work.

"Probably best" Alastor radiated from the sideline, loving every moment of this.

"Please give Baxter my wishes for a speedy recovery" Vox finished as he strode away, form shaking with rage as he was forced to run back with his tail tucked between his legs.

"Enjoy your night" Charlie whispered through gritted teeth, eyes squinting as she closed the door.

Yet the princess's hand didn't let go of the handle, staring at the door windows fiercely.

"Charlie?" Vaggie asked as she hardened her grip on her girlfriend's shoulder, feeling it vibrating as her hold tightening

"That bastard" Charlie whispered as her vision turned red.

"THAT BASTARD!" Charlie roared as she cracked the doorknob, the pieces shattering and falling onto the floor, which Niffty took no time to clean away.

"BOTH OF THEM! what gives them the right to treat Angel and Baxter like that?!" Charlie cried with an immense feeling of turmoil filling her lungs.

"Charlie it's alright, he got the message" Angel tried to ease, wanting to calm down Charlie before she did something she'd regret.

"But-" Charlie tried to fight but Angel shook his head, allowing Charlie's vision to clear from destruction.

"They own our souls, there's nothing you can do, the important thing is that we're here right" the porn star reassured with a sprinkle of realism, allowing Charlie's emotions to centre.

"...Right" Charlie exhaled disappointedly, she knew what angel was right, she had seen it first-hand, she just hated this feeling of helplessness, and she just wanted to-

"Where is little squirt anyways?" Angel asked as he decided to change the subject, already seeing the tears in the princess's eyes fill.

"Oh right, this way" Charlie cried as she remembered Angel had yet to see Baxter's condition, she was kinda glad in that way, having shielded someone from the horror that was Baxter's previous state.

Seemed all had taken this as an invitation to see also, leading all to a sleeping angler demon, keekee having grown bored and wiping the remnants of his tears clean.

"Shit" Angel soughed as he saw his face and where the blanket wasn't covering his chest wrapped in bandages.

"It looked worse before" Niffty commented simply, face just as cheery, herself remembering the sight deliciously.

"Hey nift, isn't that a bug?" Husk quickly inputted, not wanting the little maid to get any more weird ideas.

"Huh? Where?!" Niffty asked as she zoomed out on her way to search for the runaway bug.

"Right, well husk and pentious were able to fix the worst, I bet it won't be long until he's back on his feet" Charlie encouraged as she saw the faces of concern on all but Alastors face as expected.

"I am afraid we are not out of the woods just yet" the voice of Sir Pentious said from behind, surprised all at the sudden appearance of the snake demon.

"what do you mean"? Vaggie asked suspiciously, obviously not liking the sound of that as the group turned to hear the inventor's diagnosis.

Notes:

Sorry about how long this chapter took to come out, just started a placement and moving house so life's been a bit busy. But I think I'll be able to get back on it :)

Chapter 34: Progress

"So he really can't understand anything right now?" Charlie asked, being at a loss for words at what Sir pentious was telling them.

"Indeed, using my analyser, it showed that the doctor has been plagued by a multitude of substances, destroying any sense of independence" Sir pentious proclaimed as could only look at the paper with repulsion.

Paralysers, silencers, emotion enhancers, illusion enforcers and incontinence pills. However that was only what a small sample found, he didn't know if he wanted to know if there were any more currently influencing the small doctor's mind and body.

"But how long will that last? don't you have a way to stop it?" Vaggie questioned.

"Sadly not, this is chemically induced, a manner in which I do not have the speciality, the only one who could find a way is the doctor himself, and unfortunately, that isn't an option at this time" Sir pentious explained.

"At this time? so they will wear off right?" Charlie continued, trying to find some light in this situation.

"Eventually I'd say, but I can't say when" Sir pentious shrugged defeatedly, again, being so out of his field of understanding.

"So we just have to wait it out?" Vaggie asked sceptically, hating how everything was just speculation at this point.

"Basically" Sir pentious answered even more so discouraged.

"Hey ease up, if it's anything like the stuff I'm pumped with, it shouldn't take too long...though I've never been hooked on it 24/7" Angel tried to add with some positivity before his mind drifted into the hard reality.

"Then I suggest until the doctor's mind is no longer absent, he be placed in one-to-one care" Alastor proposed, after having just been watching in amusement.

Clicking his fingers, he transformed husks, Angels and Sir Pentious's clothes into ones of the 1930 nannies.

"You three will offer your services now, won't you? After all, all of you have done such a terrific job thus far" Alastor complimented in a manipulative way.

"It's not a bad idea, Keekee can only do so much" Vaggie whispered to Charlie as she and her girlfriend watched the three "nannies" struggle to either breathe or get out of those outfits.

Vaggie wasn't sure to mention how the now 6 monthly exterminations were fast approaching. While like this Baxter was completely defenceless, not that they were going to willingly leave him during that time. All the same, Charlie had gotten a chance to talk to her father to arrange a meeting with the head angels in a few weeks. But Vaggie had a feeling it wasn't going to go the way Charlie was hoping. So if they attacked while the two were gone...or they had to fight...

Charlie seemed to be on somewhat of the same wavelength as the moth demon. Nodding as she decided for once, she was going to back up the radio demon's idea.

"Alastor's right, you three have supported Baxter during this which I'm sure he appreciates, me and Vaggie will help of course but for respecting his right to dignity-" Charlie tried to say to convince before Angel raised a dismissive hand.

"Ease ya tits, I didn't just risk getting my ass beat at work for nothing," Angel said as he played it cool, but deep down he just wanted to make sure the angler demon got back to his old self, he missed his odd company,

"Not like I have a choice anyways" Husk stated with a roll of his eyes, he didn't mind it in full honesty, he didn't know Baxter as well as the others but he made "legs" feel better and everyone in the hotel seemed to be on good terms, plus he just spent hours of cleaning, stitching and bandaging his wounds so he did feel a little obligated to see the angler demon return to what he could presume was normal.

"I shall try and work on what I and the doctor had been planning before this event, but I will help in any way I can" Sir pentious vowed. The snake was conflicted, he truly did want to help his friend but at the same time, he wasn't sure if he could see Baxter in this condition again, he was still trying to comprehend what he had seen. He just needed time before he could bring himself to face his old colleague once more. With that, he gave a little nod before slithering back up to his lab.

"Perfect, then Husker and Mister Dust shall take full responsibility for the fish's recovery" Alastor stated with a spirited cheer.

"Now wait-" Angel tried to say before Alastor tapped his staff to the floor, a green spark of demonic magic.

"Fear not, I have ensured you have all the tools needed" Alastor declared as through the door cracks, a similar shade of green burst to their attention.

Vaggie becoming suspicious as to what the radio demon had meant by that re-opened the door, only to reveal a room one looking like a nursery.

“Alastor what the hell is this? Vaggie questioned as she looked into the room with growing irritation.

While Baxter and his bed had been left luckily not touched, above him was a mobile. Teddies in each corner and a new set of tables, one clear not used baby bottles, another a changing table with a stacked pile of diapers on it and a rocking chair that was next to a closet filled with blankets story books, pacifiers and most importantly a first aid kit.

“A room more appropriate for the boy's needs I’d say," Alastor remarked, admiring his nails at his handiwork.

“We’re not going to treat him like a baby, if we did we’d just be doing the same thing as Vox-"Vaggie tried to argue but Alastor was quick to stop her comparison.

“I highly disagree with that statement, I am simply providing the necessities for the doctor's recovery, no torture devices in sight, I would NEVER be so depraved" Alastor objected with a face of disgust regardless of his ever-present smile.

“While I appreciate the help, maybe you could-" Charlie attempted trying to let Alastor just turn the room back to normal.

"Ah yes, how could I forget" Alastor laughed as he added a newly filled first aid kit onto the room's wall and a spare single bed for whoever was taking the night shift.

“Oddly helpful boss" Husk commented as it was clear to everyone he wasn't changing the room back.

“Yeah, for someone who you were all about kicking out, not only provided the distraction to rescue but also now playing room decorator for" Vaggie added with high scepticism,

"What can I say, I'm just in a generous mood, besides, if I knew this would have riled that electronic nuisance up this much I would have embraced him with open arms sooner hahaha" Alastor explained with a chortle.

"I'm too tired to argue any further" Vaggie sighed, pinching her nose exasperatedly.

"It has been a long day, I'll start getting food ready," Charlie said as she had to agree.

"splendid, so why don't you two go wake up the macral and we'll let you know when it's ready?" Alastor suggested as he pushed Husk and Angel into the room with his tentacles and slammed the door shut in their faces.

"I preferred when he was doing the bare minimum" Angel mumbled with annoyance, as he said, he didn't give a fuck, but telling him to do shit when he was already planning on doing it, you just couldn't help but be pissed off.

And of course, with all this noise, it was no wonder the angler demon had begun to shift back awake.

"Dickhead" Husk cursed in the dear's direction before going over to the unsettled demon, his grousing growing with each second.

"All alright kid" Husk soothed as he carefully lifted the angler demon out of the bed and into his arms.

He could see the little twitches in the demon's hands and feet, but that was the only movement other than the constant tossing of his head.

"Mind holding him, need to apply the healing cream" Husk offered as he gently raised the fish's scrunched form towards the pink spider.

"Of course handsome" Angel winked as he easily took Baxter in his hold, holding him close as he sat on the rocking chair so Husk could complete his task. Angel admired how Husk was taking charge.

But that didn't distract the spider from his main assignment. As soon as Husk started undoing the angler bandages and cleaning with a disinfectant wipe, the smaller demons' cries of confusion to the sizzling feeling were sadly the price to pay for healing.

"Shhh, it's ok babes" Angel comforted, gently holding his head close to his chest fur while using his other hand to comb both the fish's hair and scalp gently.

However, what truly sold it was Husk applying the healing cream, working immediately as his cries soothed and tried laying his head on the spider's fluff, but like Husk suspected, it was too bouncy for the fishe's liking, so instead Angel allowed him to lay his head against his shoulder, not stopping the way his gloved hands raked his head.

"Does he need a new one?" Husk asked as he indicated the towel/makeshift diaper.

"He's good, but we should probably put him in proper protection" Angel chuckled at husks poor attempt, he was surprised it was still hanging on.

"Oh fuck off, what was I supposed to use?!" Husk grumbled jokingly as he watched Angel stand up and walk to the changing table.

Sadly this disturbed the fish's peace once more as he was changed. Husk and Angel work together to apply more healing cream and check the wounds on the front. Some that had gotten to his face (so close to his eyes) were luckily already scarring over, light grey traces of where the electricity had sparked the trophies of the event still raw. But the pale grey colour was nowhere clearer than his gilled neck. It was a surprise Baxter was struggling to breathe. Small mercies or was his body already used to it with the type of Vox's chain?

Regardless, once they had finished, Angel was just about to pick Baxter up once more before three bowls of food.

Sausage and mash and peas with gravy. However, one had been clearly blended.

"Ughrk" Angel hurled as he had to look away, the look of the food making him feel sick.

Husk rolled his eyes as he gently took Baxter from the spider before he started retching.

Grabbing the bowl of glop in his other hand before sitting in the rocking chair.

Placing the fish onto his knee, securing him there by hooking his left arm around the angler demon's back so his hand was securing his torso.

Allowing his free hand to scoop a spoonful of the meal resting on his other knee.

However, as he tried, Baxter immediately teared up, turning away from the spoon as it touched his lips.

"See, even he knows it's crap" Angel laughed as he watched the poor cat struggle with a defying fish demon.

"You want to give it a try instead of the shitty commentary?" Husk questioned, having very little patience for Baxter alone.

"Sure, but not with that shit" Angel scoffed as he want to grab one of the clear baby bottles and fill it with clear water.

Screwing back the teat before giving it to the cat.

"Poor guy's had nothing but that weird milk shit, doubt his stomach's gonna handle proper "food" for a while, or at least react well" Angel suggested as Husk tried with the water instead.

Husk had to agree with the spider in that regard, yet as he tried once more, the fish still wasn't having it.

He was secured to a milk machine so perhaps it was his mind instinctively trying to protect himself.

Placing a droplet of water on the fish's lips, Husk hoped that he'd naturally lick it away.

Luckily the cat's theory was proven true, allowing him the chance to place the teat into his mouth, patiently squeezing the bottle to allow more droplets of water to be tasted.

All worth it to gain Baxter's trust and instinct to drink water. Allowing Husk to relax as Baxter suckled the water at his place, resting comfortably against where Husk's chest and shoulder connected.

Angel knew Husk had a secret caring sight, despite how hard he tried to deny it, but in this moment of serenity, he could simply look in and admire it at the moment.

"Head to bed legs, I got it covered from here" Husk advised as he placed the bottle down once Baxter was done, manoeuvring the fish to lay down comfortably in his arms, rocking to settle him down back to rest of the poison.

"ya, sure?" Angel asked, shaking his head back into reality, having happily just watched.

"Yeah, you're gonna need your sleep, don't think Vals gonna be happy after today" Husk grumbled lowly.

The cushy atmosphere is destroyed by the fact of their world.

Angel didn't believe Val was going to do anything to keep him late, not with how Charlie had threatened Vox, but it didn't mean he wasn't expecting Valentino to go easy on him.

It seemed as though the angler demon picked on the uneasiness as he began to squirm in restlessness.

Angel was about to grab some more water before he saw Angler's demon eyes flicker.

Husk and Angel looked in stillness as they watched the poor demon struggle.

So instead of water to drink, Angel grabbed one of the blankets and wetted it to wipe the fish's eyes in the hopes it helped.

After a few gentle swipes to ease his eyelids. They were rewarded with the sight of Baxter's eyes finally opening.

The angler demons usually bright red and turquoise eyes had turned grey and cloudy, the pupils dilated and looking blankly, drifting at nothing.

"It's progress" Husk shrugged as he tried to see if the fish could follow his finger, which sadly he could not.

"We'll get there" Angel sighed softly, tussling the fish's hair before placing a light kiss on Husk's cheek.

"Night boys, let me know if ya need any help" Angel waved as he decided to take Husk on his offer to get some proper sleep, grabbing his food, not caring it had gone cold, he wasn't going to eat it anyway.

Husk grumbled a slightly flustered goodbye before putting his attention back to the fish.

He tried placing him back in his bed but 5 seconds after he began to whine.

"Come on, ya need to sleep to get back to normal" Husk sighed as he instinctively lifted the fish back into his hold.

Then looking at the fish properly, he was only dressed in bandages and a diaper, so he didn't want to dress him yet because he wanted to have air get to the wound. Didn't mean it was the warmest.

Grabbing a blanket he placed it on the radiator before going to fill the bottle with more water.

Having now secured the brainwashed fish's foggy trust, he didn't have as much trouble with helping Baxter accept the drink.

Checking him after he finished, he grabbed the now-warmed blanket and placed it around the fish form.

The cat was happy to see a genuine calm expression spread across the angler demon's face, closing his eyes as he nestled into the winged demon's fur comfortably.

The older demon held Baxter like that until he was fully convinced he had fallen asleep, allowing him to place him back down, wrapping and tucking the blanket and bed sheet around the angler demon form as securely that he was warm but wasn't going to wake up sweating, still having some air get to his wounds.

So with all that husk crept back to the spare bed as slowly and quietly as possible.

He closed his eyes before he heard the door handle turn.

As the door reopened Husk's ears were quick to perk, ready to jump up for a fight before he recognised the familiar hiss of a late night watching you all sleep snake.

Staying in bed and only listening, he continued to hear Sir Pentious slink himself so that he was standing next to Baxter's side.

"To think I'd be getting distressed seeing you like this" Sir pentious whispered laughing somberly.

Husk expected the snake to continue to monologue, yet he just stayed there staring at Baxter's dormant build, and despite the darkness, husk could see a face of guilt and desolation.

Staring for a good few moments before slithering away.

Husk didn't go after him to question him, he wasn't going to pretend like the princess and try and solve his problems, because Husk knew this, he just needed time to assess his emotions.

So instead, he simply got back into bed, ready for another fun-filled day.

Chapter 35: Mind back

Everything felt fuzzy.

His body felt heavy as a cloud of comfort and warmth had seemed to cacoon his form during his unconscious state. There was a fuzzy hum ringing in his ears, it was annoying but not as much as the uncomfortable full feeling in his stomach, yet not enough to make him feel nauseous luckily. His vision was blurry and cloudy, he could slowly make out outlines and faint colours, but not enough to make a full picture.

But worse of all, his mind was scattered. It seemed as if he just grasped a single thought in his brain before the wool was pulled back into the realm of purgatory. Practically teasing him.

It started with only a single minute of consciousness. His memory felt like it was being switched on and off with a flick of a button.

But as time went on, the time constraint was increasing, being able to recall an ever-present low rumbly voice and the feeling of his body being moved, either just partly like his legs or everything with the additional sensation of his weighty body suddenly feeling light.

His mind was also able to slowly remember and question. The first was the most basic questions which were:

"where am I?" "What happened"

Now Baxter would try to avoid such cliches, but right now it was all he could do. Especially how he physically couldn't move anything but his head and neck, as well as his fingers and toes but only for a quick few millimetres.

However, as his senses, were slowly repaying, his memory was slowly replaying also.

The days of him mindlessly suckling at a never-ending milk supply, with each gulp making him feel weaker and more miserable than he had ever experienced. How the cold silver table slowly became covered in a variety of liquids, making his body stick to the said table disgustingly, unable to move as he was right now. And every night....those horrible...

Baxter hadn't realised he had started crying until a series of footsteps were made clear towards him.

"Easy kid" Baxter heard.

There was that low rumbly voice again, only this time he could make sense of it.

He could make out shapes, wings? Cat ears? he was sure he knew this person....something beginning with an H, he was sure.

All that mattered right now was that it wasn't-

VOX!

Oh fuck?! where was he? Was this another trick?-

"Easy, I gotcha" H continued to console, the light sensation returning as the feeling of silky and bouncy sheets were replaced with a warmth of light fluff and fur.

Now Baxter hated touch, yet the sensation of comfort, the warmth was too irresistible. There was oddly also this feeling of sentimentality like his mind was associating this person with safety despite being unable to comprehend who it was at this point. Nevertheless, this was a feeling his body had been yearning for.

The warmth surrounding his small form as his face got a tickle from where the fur stuck out, a smell of alcohol was strong, it would have been almost overwhelming to anyone else who wasn't practically anosmatic. Or someone who had an evident nose at least. Regardless, his body seemed to associate this smell with safety as well.

(Maybe this is what being drunk usually felt like?) Baxter thought as his mind seemed to finally be able to make such ideas.

The faint glow of yellow made him squint, also seemingly to make H stop what he could guess was his swaying motion.

"You with me kid?" H asked as he something in front of his face.

Baxter tried to answer, to make some effort of communication, or even to simply order his eyes to follow the shape of what he suspected was a finger.

Only for that cloudy feeling to drag him back from doing anything, involving him back into the still and thoughtless limbo.

(I'll take that as a sign that some of those pills are finally wearing off) Husk thought as he watched the light glow return to a barely visible dim, Baxter's body fully relaxing into Husk's side.

"Angel!" Husk heard the voice of Charlie called from outside the room.

The cat was quick to safely and securely place the fish in his bed before going to check what had caused such an exclamation.

(KeeKee was luckily still in the room so if something did happen, she'd be quick to grab him).

As he entered the lobby he was greeted by the sight of Angel dust leaning against the door frame before falling into Vaggies hold.

2 of his 4 arms were dislocated, a sprained ankle, a black eye and bleeding eye and lips and multiple hickeys and bruises littered his body.

"What happened to you?" Niffty asked, unphased by the sight, looking up energetically.

"Val happened, that's what" Angel stated as he spat some blood into the corner, Niffty being quick to clean it away.

"Vox got pissed at Val and the blind motherfucker decided it was my fault" Angel answered as Husk came to the spider's other side, helping Vaggie bring him in.

"Right, nift, get another first aid kit and a bag of something from the freezer, pentious, look after Bax while I get legs fixed will ya" Husk ordered the snake as he took the lead once more.

"Of course" Sir pentious agreed as he watched the cat and moth escort Angel back to his room.

Charlie however had stood in place, sparks of fire circling her feet.

"Your Majesty?" Sir Petious questioned hesitantly.

"I need some time alone...if you need me I'll be in my room" Charlie announced coldly as she made her way to her room, a familiar unreadable expression on her face, but with something else...

Yet the snake could only watch her leave, unable to utter any words of either comfort or questioning.

Thus he found the only useful thing that he could do, was make his way towards the fish's quarters.

It wasn't like he hadn't been in there before, he saw what the radio demon had turned it into and he had visited last night.

He hadn't made much progress in working for a way to prevent such disasters from happening again, having his mind too distracted for the doctor's well-being.

But now he would need to stay by his side.

There had always been someone else, who just knew what to do but now it was just going to be him and the angler demon. Truth be told, the snake wasn't feeling confident.

Having lived with each other for decades and years of failed experiments or inventions revealed a lot to one another, so things like feeding and helping each other to walk or overcome side effects had become the norm.

That was, of course, before their rivalry...

(Why am I overthinking this, he can't move and he just needs assistance, we're not rivals anymore) Sir Pentious scolded himself.

Opening and closing the door he found Baxter was awake, KeeKee gently batting Baxter's aluminated lure.

"be careful, miss Keekee" Sir pentious advised gently as he lifted Keekee away, placing her at the end of the bed.

Looking to see if Baxter had been disturbed.

The lure flickered despite the snake not having any idea what it meant.

(Pentious?) Baxter thought as his awareness came back the strongest it had been thus far.

His eyes finally see a full picture, allowing him to see Sir pentious looking at him from above.

He tried to call out, but like his body, his voice remained motionless, his mouth moved but no voice came out. So instead he tried to catch his eyes and make some connection so he could understand him.

Yet it was like sir pentious was avoiding his face on purpose!

So he decided to begin banging his head seeing as it was the only part of his body.

"No, don't ah, what's wrong?" Sir pentious clamoured with surprise at the fish's sudden movement, scared that he was going to hurt himself.

Baxter hoped now that he had gotten his attention, he could stop and Sir Pentious would notice-

The weightlessness filled his stomach as he was pulled into the snake's hold, his body facing the opposite side as his head was balanced on the snake's shoulder. Furthermore wasting his efforts.

(No! just-) Baxter growled as he continued to get the snake's attention, jostling his head as all he could make out with his mouth was a series of whimpers, like the wounded creature he was.

"Hush now, it is ok, you won't be like this for long I'm sure" Sir pentious soothed despite the irony.

Baxter felt his grip shift under his butt.

(no...) Baxter cried as he knew what was going to happen. The worst thing was that due to the pin and needle feeling was the worst on his backside, he hadn't realised-

(Wait, don't-) Baxter cringed as he felt himself being lowered down onto a familiar mesh-feeling surface.

His eyes filled with tears as he tried to avoid the sight of himself being changed.

He trusted Sir Pentious and he knew it wasn't out of ill will, to the snake it was just assisting so he wasn't stuck in his own waste.

But he was just too sick of being unable to have ANY control. Forced to be a stupid helpless baby!

And to make it worse, he started to cry. he didn't want to cry, he wasn't sure why he was crying, it wasn't helping to convince his longest friend that he wasn't away in the clouds anymore so why-

"It's done, all is ok, it will be" Sir pentious eased as he finished placing a new diaper on the fish after applying some more calming cream.

(Just please pentious, you're smarter to realise-) Baxter begged internally, continuing his struggles and desperate attempts to be seen.

"Hmm?" Sir pentious hummed as it seemed like he was finally going to-

(No, not...not now-) Baxter begged his mind as he felt the clouds reappear, finally having his chance in his grasp, only for the universe to continue to fuck him over.

His lure dimmed as his mind was wrapped back up in the wool, leaving his body to go limp.

"Must have just hit a sore area, apologies doctor" Sir pentious apologised as he was unaware of the modification the fish was experiencing.

Regardless pentious was pleased to see the angler demon "settle".

Placing himself in the rocking chair he began stroking the fish's hair to coax him to sleep, just like how he would to the eggies, or visa versa on a bad day he needed it.

Pentious wasn't going to lie, to be in this position was extremely bizarre, he could just place him back in the bed and leave him be. Whereas the sense of responsibility and protectiveness destroyed any chance of that. The bandages and scars spiralling and cracking the fish's skin felt like he had failed him...if he hadn't shut him out.

"Hey pent-up" the voice of Angel Dust announced as he entered the room, leaning against the door with a pained but proud smile.

"Either pentious or sir pentious, please" the snake sighed before standing up in realization.

Looking at Angel Dust properly, he had 2 of his arms in makeshift slings, a secure boot, and a cold pack held up to his eye as plasters were dotted from face to where else was visible. The snake wasn't sure if he wanted to think of the things there under the covers, especially in his line of work.

"What are you doing anyways, you should be resting" Sir pentious scolded as the spider came closer, pressure clearly on his right foot.

"Oh please, I've come back way worse than this" Angel laughed but as sir pentious pointed to the rocking chair firmly, the porn star did not object.

"That isn't as comforting as you seem to be trying to make that" The snake sighed frustratedly.

"Eh, whatever, How is the little guy" Angel asked as he waved away the inventor's concerns and was quick to change the subject.

"He's settled for now, but he had been quite squirmy, his lure kept glowing brighter on and off also" Sir pentious replied, knowing what the spider was doing but decided not to provoke it. Explaining what he had observed during the time the porn actress had missed.

"Huh, oh yeah, husk said that he thinks he might be "waking up" Angel inputted.

"Oh...I hadn't noticed" The inventor reacted with surprise, he had many eyes, even his hat had an eye, and yet not one picked up on that?! How distracted had he been?

"Mind if I hold him," Angel asked calmly and tiredly.

"Are you sure, your arms-" the snake questioned hesitantly.

"I've got a pair to spare, please" Angel asked, hating how weak he sounded.

But all day he had Valentino screaming down his ear, pulled practically every limb past its limit, saying how much he was going to break him if he didn't get some news to bring back to appease his just as twisted piece of shit boyfriend.

As Sir pentious gently placed Baxter's sleeping form into Angel's arms, a sense of relief filled his lungs.

Perhaps it was because he found fish calming or perhaps it was knowing that all the bullshit had gone through was keeping a friend safe. Whatever it was, the tense feeling that he had been holding onto all day started to ease.

"I know this might sound redundant but I must ask, don't you have any negative feelings towards him?" Sir pentious asked, despite seeing the relaxed face the spider expressed, he couldn't help but wonder if there was any resentment.

"What, for this?" Angel asked as he indicated to himself before looking at the eased face of the sleeping angler demon.

"Nah, It's not his fault, it was Vox who began all of this, just like Vox involving Val who involved me, shit like this happens when it's out of our control and have crappy bosses" Angel soughed at the circumstances. As much as it physically and mentally hurt him, he wasn't going to blame the other victim's situation. Having Valentino yell at how much he fucked up when he didn't do anything wrong when it was Val keeping secrets was on the moth for being the sly and manipulative dick that he was.

Like he and husk, Baxter was one of them, a loser baby.

Baxter seemed to be awakening once more from their conversation. But unlike the other times when he would begin writhing in unease.

His lure was glowing bright like normal, just as sir pentious said.

Opening his eyes Angel Dust could see the faint colour of red and turquoise returning.

Using one of his gloved fingers he waved it back and forth, and for the first time since they tested with this technique, his not-as-dilated pupils followed.

"Holy shit" Angel Dust exclaimed excitedly as he sat the fish slowly up.

"Bax, you with us, blink three times for yeah" Angel whispered eagerly, just ensuring confirmation.

So slowly, the angler demon did as asked, verifying to both snake and spider, that the fish's mentality was back.

"Heh, welcome back to the real hell fish sticks" Angel laughed as Sir pentious shared a slightly tearful smile.

Baxter meanwhile just looked in relief, finally having his consciousness reaffirmed to the others.

Chapter 36: Processing

"How are you feeling Kid?" Husk asked after pentious had excitedly gone to grab the others.

Those being Husk and Vaggie. He didn't bother getting Alastor and Niffty as he didn't want them to overwhelm the fish's newly regained mind. As for Charlie, it seemed she still needed time alone as it was only Vaggie who had exited the room.

(Perhaps if pentious had explained better than just "come with me" she would have been more inclined to make sure Charlie had joined).

Regardless, the group were faced and happy to see a more alert Baxter who had been placed back in bed, body covered with the sheet. As to Husk's question, twinged his lip, wishing to respond.

"Don't think he's got that ability back yet, just yes and no questions yeah" Angel suggested on behalf of the fish.

"Do you remember what happened?" Vaggie asked instead.

Sadly Baxter did as he gave a small nod of affirmation.

"So you know what Vox gave you?" Sir pentious asked as he prayed he wouldn't need to repeat what he had told, already feeling sick at the memory.

Once more Baxter shook his head, Vox never did explain, he could remember the smirk of satisfaction. But he looked at the snake that he wanted, no, needed the answers regardless.

Sir pentious sighed in complaint as he grabbed the piece of paper that had been tucked in his hat and held it in front of Baxter's face, not having the heart to recite.

Baxter's eyes wavered as he read what had been injected into his system.

All his symptoms, why he couldn't move.
Everything suddenly made so much sense.

Husk patted his shoulder gently as he tried to force the tears away, knowing it wasn't himself wanting to react this way.

"F, fortunately, they seem to be leaving your system quite rapidly, I believe they were short-lasting, so they had to be constantly consumed daily to build a tolerance" Sir pentious explained as he tried to put some light onto the situation, only before getting elbowed by Husk, telling him not to add that level of detail.

"Ah, sorry, um as for physical injuries, they are all healing well and quickly too, thanks to our demonic regenerative abilities as you know, however, you do have some electrical scaring that has yet to fade, just want to let you know before you see yourself" Sir pentious once more explained, voice growing more awkward with each statement.

Baxter knew that would be the case, remembering every single chained electric slash until his mind shut off. The parts where the fuzzy feeling was so powerful it felt like had lost that part. This mainly included his neck, back and especially his ass.

"Whereas it's just been a day and a half and you're already back into the real hell!" the voice of Alastor exclaimed as it had been clear he had been listening in, appearing.

"Gah!" the group exclaimed at the surprise entrance of the radio demon. Baxter's emotions are distracted enough to stop his blubbering.

"So no need to look so glum chum, you'll be back to swimming in no time" Alastor added as he didn't stop his excited chaos.

Clicking his fingers and suddenly a mountain of pillows was behind Baxter, propping his back up so he was sitting up as a shadowy Alastor wiped his tears away with a tissue.

Although the cream was working to its full strength, it didn't mean he couldn't feel any discomfort or stinging pain when not handled gently.

"Asshole!" Baxter tried to yell through the pain, but it only came out as a weak and pitiful cry.

"While you're helping, why don't you CHANGE BACK THE ROOM!" Vaggie yelled as she recoiled at the sound emitted, immediately feeling protective as she placed a spear at the overlord's head, a clear warning for him to cut the crap.

"Hmm, I suppose I can take amend some of the decore if it will stop your nitpicking" Alastor sighed as he finally did as asked, but the massive wardrobe ominously posed against on the right wall, it was clear everything had been stuffed inside to show Alastors botheration.

"I'm sure Charlie will love to hear the doctor's rapid recovery when she returns" Alastor quipped cheekily.

The group turned to the radio demon with shock.

"Return? Isn't she in her room?" Husk questioned in confusion.

"Vagina?" Angel questioned as the group turned to the good moth.

"Not my name, she was on the balcony and said she wanted time to breathe after-" Vaggie began to explain before realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

"You don't think-" Sir pentious asked as a horrible thought crossed all the demon's minds.

"Oh Charlie, please don't be doing what I think you're doing" Vaggie begged as she rushed out of the room in the hopes she wasn't too late.

Chapter 37: Understandings

"What is your problem!" Charlie yelled as she charged into the V tower, her fire-filled procession nonstop as she marched her way to where Vox resided.

In his office and sitting at his desk. The desk itself looks recently cleaned. Although from his reaction, it seemed to have been tended and prepared for this exact moment.

"You’ll need to be more specific, Your Highness," Vox asked with a calm smile, having so many conversations go like this when a product fails, but unlike those times, he couldn't just toss them into the shark tank.

"Angel dust's condition?! He came yesterday with a series of injuries! was tormenting Baxter just not enough for you?" Charlie asked, slamming her flame-filled fist on the desk, her horns breaking through her head barrier, not caring who heard.

Vox, however, ensured the two’s privacy was protected from prying eyes. Those who had been eagerly following the princess got their faces whacked before a single word was uttered from her black lips.

"I apologise but it was not I who did anything to the angel, also-" Vox continued in his peaceful tone, taking a break to fan away the growing embers on his desk.

"What an overlord does to their soul in line with the contract is their business" Vox finished smugly.

“That doesn't make it-” Charlie growled as she was getting real sick and tired of that justification, only for Vox to interrupt her with a golden glowing piece of literature in her face.

"Speaking of, while you're here, I wanted to let you know I've been looking closer into the one I made with Baxter, and as you can see-” Vox stated as he brought the floating paper from the demoness’s face to the desk for both to see.

"Following our agreement, Baxter is meant to be in the workplace for the normal work shift unless he chooses to take his two days off, however, if he does not return after that time I have the documented right to find where he is and of course, bring him back” Vox read, placing a malicious sharp finger under the statement on the morally grey legitimate scripture.

Charlie could only look in astonishment, terror and rage mixing and growing at such information.

"Are you serious?! How can you expect him to come back to work! He physically can't walk, hell he can't even-” Charlie yelled in ridicule, before shutting herself up, not wanting to give away just how vulnerable the fish was at this point. Although she sadly had a feeling the TV overlord knew exactly the impact of his actions.

"It doesn't matter, in fact, I don't care, him just being here helps to boost morale, and I believe that's the most important part when running a company” Vox claimed, something that had clearly been rehearsed.

(Stop with the bullshit!) Charlie mentally cursed, snarling as it was clear she was losing this battle. She just had to figure out any way out of this trap for Baxter's sake.

Then, an idea came to her mind. It might not go her way, but perhaps it could make Vox just take a second to think or reconsider.

"What if I tell everyone what you do here, I doubt anyone would want to be employed by a person who infalises and abuses them” Charlie asked smugly, seeing this as an upper hand in this verbal fight.

Vox, however, didn't bat an eye.

"I doubt you'd do that, it would ruin the doctor's reputation much more than my own, and again, we are in hell, people are gonna get abused in any job they try to find, even if they choose to be jobless” Vox scoffed with an amused shrug, seeing right through her desperate attempt.

However, before Charlie could try scrambling for another loophole. Vox had prepared some mercy it seemed.

"But as Lucifer's daughter, I must respect your wishes, so how about this, I’ll give you 2 more days which the doctor would have chosen from the week, if he had the choice of course, Give him more time to get used to his new "home". After that, I'll come to pick up and return Baxter myself to that charming little hotel of yours before and after his shift” Vox offered generously, like the fucking messiah he saw himself as.

"So what, so you can continue torturing him in that..that...room" Charlie sneered with disgust, still remembering the disturbing imagery she had just saved the angler fish from just days ago.

"As I said, how an overlord treats their souls is no concern to anyone other than the two parties. However, if it brings you any comfort, no further harm will come to Baxter during his recovery, I believe he's served out his punishment if this is how you're reacting" Vox offered once more, as if she was being hysterical for no reason.

"So we have a deal?" Vox asked as he held out his hand, blue electricity sparking out of his palm as his hypnotising eyes tried to lure her in.

Charlie clenched her fist in outrage. This was NOT how she was expecting this to go. She was supposed to have come here and made it better for Angel and Baxter. But she allowed her emotions to get the better of her again! She came here guns a blazing without any bullets of a plan...and now.

"We have an understanding, I don't take shit from other demons" Charlied leered as she ignored the hand, quoting her father.

"But I swear, if you hurt them anymore I will-" Charlie tried to threaten, only for Vox to laugh in her face.

"Will what exactly, you have the opportunity to do whatever you wish to me right now correct, so why don't you strike me here and now?" Vox asked as he stood up, placing himself right in front of her, taunting her.

Charlie backed away in unease, not liking the sadistic sight Vox was being right now. The charm and charisma were still there but turned to become much more threatening.

"Because you can't, you're too soft, you believe everyone can be redeemed, including me, the one that "hurt" your little found family" Vox stated on her behalf, beginning to walk around her like she was her prey now.

"It's also because I play by the rules of this world, demons love me, depend on me, as for you they see you as nothing more than a disappointment, a laughing stock, what would they say if you did do anything? They'd look into it wouldn't they, it would be all over the news, find things out that would make the lives you harbour miserable...and I doubt you'd want any more drama now with the next extermination being so close, " Vox persuaded, watching as Charlies fire dim and dim with every scheming lash of his tongue, doing all he could to make charlie feel powerless and hopeless.

"So do what you want to do, but we both know Baxter will be back in this tower by the end of it all" Vox sighed as he replaced himself back into his throne.

Charlie had no words, stunned into silence by what Vox had monologued. All he said was true...and she couldn't do a damm thing about it, and he was right, with the extermination fast approaching, and two badly hurt friends that needed her protection more than anything...

"Anyways, have a great night Your Highness, and of course, give Baxter my best, I look forward to seeing him back at work soon" Vox stated as he fixed some shifted papers on his desk, waving her away cheerfully as if he didn't just crush charlies soul in two.

Unlocking the doors as a sign to dismiss Charlie from his sight.

Wounded by the stick and stone-sharpened words that stabbed in her heart, She turned away and out of his office, Vox watching victoriously, taking in the win like a breath of fresh air.

A few moments of silence filled the office before two familiar faces appeared from behind the scenes.

"Oh baby, you're so hot when you're like this" Valentino complimented as he appeared from his hiding place, having watched the scene with great fascination and amusement, coming over to kiss the TV's head and as he placed himself into his lap.

"Hashtag princess of hell gets completely roasted, this is gonna go viral" Velvette laughed as she had been taking pictures of the princess's horrified face, letting the media speculate what the fuck had led to such a juicy story.

"That'll teach her and that radio bastard, no one messes with the V's" Vox laughed as their plan had played out perfectly, the three laughing in harmony to their own devious acts, now that there was official proof that the hellspawn of lucifer was as weak as they believed.

 

"Charlie!" Vaggies voice called in the distance, she had just made it to the V tower, only to see the princess, sitting on the steps towards the exit.

"Charlie, are you ok, what happened?" Vaggie asked worriedly as she reached her destination, shooing away all the prying eyes from the passing bystanders.

"I couldn't...I can't stop him" Charlie cried, burying her head into her knees. To this, Vaggie sat down beside her, encouraging her to continue.

"I couldn't stop Valentino from hurting Angel and I can't stop the same thing from happening to Baxter" Charlie screamed into her knees, so only Vaggie could make out her woes.

"Oh hun" Vaggie soothed as she pulled Charlie into a side hug, to which Charlie turned fully to cry into her chest.

"Why does everything I do, end up with the ones I care about getting hurt" Charlie questioned brokenly.

"Charlie, it's not your fault" Vaggie tried to comfort.

"But it is...I" Charlie coughed as her anger began to return.

"Shhh, just breathe, it's going to be ok" Vaggie attempted further, only for Charlie to struggle out of her embrace.

"NO! It's hardly been a day and now I, he has to-" Charlie started to yell, the two emotions battling their dominance as she couldn't decide on how to express herself.

"Breathe remember, in for 3 out for 4" The moth demon persisted, knowing Charlie was struggling, and she wouldn't allow that, breathing herself so the clown demon could follow.

"...I'm, I'm sorry I shouldn't have" Charlie began to apologise as she realised how she had spoken to the love of her life, yet Vaggie, once more, wouldn't allow that, placing a calming kiss as she cupped Charlie's rosy cheeks.

"It's ok, now, tell me what happened" Vaggie persuaded as she helped lead Charlie back home.

 

As the two walked back the two shared their stories. How Charlie had gone to the V's and, well, if she had a nickel for each time she went to a meeting in the hopes of bettering her people's lives, only to be turned on her head and making it much worse, she would have two nickles, which isn't a lot but it's upsetting that it happened twice.

As for Vaggie, she was quick to promise to help find a way out of their new current predicament, as she was sure as everyone at the hotel would be once they found out. (Vaggie not saying those words exactly but a nicer way to put it).

As for what happened to cause Vaggie to run after Charlie, well the moth was just as quick to update her Baxters condition.

As soon as Charlie heard of Baxters reinstalled memories, she didn't waste any time in creating a portal back to the hotel, practically running back to where the fish resided.

"Ah, you're back, how was your trip?" Alastor asked as Charlie opened the door, revealing that the group, minus Niffty, was still in the room.

Niffty had been sent to the other side of the hotel when she tried to jump onto the bed, excited to see the bad boy awake.

Regardless, Charlie ignored Alastors comment to see that indeed Baxter looked more alert and awake than he had been in the previous hours of his appearance.

“Baxter?” Charlie asked hesitantly.

The angler demon turned to her. His colourful eyes glowing brighter and colourful, just as boldly as his lure, slit pupils staring at her as he held a meek smile of welcome.

The fish didn't even get a chance to brace for impact before she had him in a close embrace.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" Charlie cried into Baxter's shoulder, her tears dampening his bandages as she shook in both relief and guilt.

Leaving The fish with so many questions.

What happened...What had she done?

Chapter 38: Nightmare

"Shh, I think he's waking up" the hushing and gentle voice of Charlie silenced from above as Baxter felt himself awakening from the realm of sleep.

Through fuzzy-eyed confusion, he began to realise that it wasn't only the princess who was in the room.

Rather, it was everyone who resided within the hotel, watching from above with wide smiling faces, eyes shadowed like they were hiding their true intentions.

"Morning little guy" Charlie greeted him as she extended her hands to reach for him.

(What? What's going on) Baxter could only question in utter befuddlement, regarding how he was being hoisted up from the high-bared bed compared to the normal one he had previously found.

"Aww, is someone being cranky?" the Angel asked panderingly, all gazes continued to be directly on him despite being unable to see their eyes.

(What are you-) Baxter had tried to say, only for the gurgling of a mindless baby to erupt.

"How precious, he's trying to Talk" Alastor mocked condescendingly, earning thunderous laughter from the group.

"S,Stop it!" Baxter begged, not knowing why they were acting like this, he couldn't endure this this treatment from Vox! So why are they-

"Awww, did someone have an accident, is that what you trying to say" Charlie asked so loudly, revealing his disgrace for all to hear.

Holding him out for all to witness his embarrassment, the leaking wet diaper he wore on full display.

"No! I, I'm not-" Baxter cried before he was placed on a changing mat, the figures all above him, continuing their chorus of laughter.

"So pathetic" Angel chuckled insultingly as the fish angler demon was undressed under their malicious and pitying amused faces.

"To think I thought of he was once a genius" Sir pentious stated in ridicule.

"I said stop it!" Baxter demanded as he shut his eyes, wanting desperately to block his ears as tears of betrayal and humiliation leaked from his eyes.

"Oh, what's wrong baby?" a sinister familiar voice asked.

Baxter's eyes widened with a snap of the fingers as he watched the figures of the hazbin hotel crew swirled together to create a large formation of the TV overlord.

"Why do you look so sad, After all, this is what you've always and will always be-" Vox crooned as the red of the familiar hotel decore turned to the grey and cold metal of his torture chamber.

"My precious little newborn" Vox laughed madly as blue chains snaked around, pinning him to the metal table that had once been a changing mat.

The chains exploded with blue electricity, burning his skin as the accustomed feeling of agony flowed through his veins.

 

"AHHH!" Baxter screamed as he bolted awake.

His eyes blinked widely as the traumatic face of his boss was no longer present, instead, only the blank white ceiling of his "room".

It had been a nightmare, a disturbing, twisted, horrible night terror.

Despite this realisation, however, his body refused to calm. Bound to the panic which expelled from his chest, waves of adrenaline pumping from his heart despite the fact he still couldn't move his body.

Breathing was becoming rapid and sporadic, tears and sweat mixing as they dripped onto the bed sheets and eyes darted through the darkness only illuminated by himself.

He would have started hyperventilating if not for a sudden force to be felt from above. Snapping his head in the direction of where the sudden heaviness, he found himself staring at a very cautious and worried one-eyed cat.

Kee kee had once more been alerted to the angler demon's distress. However, unlike last time, she believed she had the chance to be the one to provide comfort. Crawling forward she laid herself on his chest and began purring, looking at him as he registered his senses, hoping her weight would be enough to ground him.

As luck would have it, Baxter's breaths did eventually start to slow, his brain demanding his eyes to focus on Kee kee, on her purring, just anything but what his damaged brain had dreamt of.

Slowly his tears and breathing had returned to normal, allowing himself to bring his thoughts together.

He was safe and the things he had dreamt hadn't happened Baxter reminded himself as he resettled back into the bed.

He wasn't a psychologist but he had a good grasp on why his subconscious had decided to plague him that night.

It could have been an effect of finally regaining his thoughts, but he knew it had to be because of the news he had been told from the princess herself.

The non-negotiable plan is that he would be returning to work in the next couple of days, regardless of being able to move limbs or not.

And as much he should have expected this, a part of him had held onto the hope things could have just stayed in this peaceful limbo for some time longer.

"Heh" Baxter scoffed to himself, to truly allow such a peaceful idea, he had become such an idiot.

Of course, Vox wasn't going to let him get away so freely...

KeeKee's purring brought his mind out of his trembling thoughts, reminding him of his present.

That was right. He still had time until that happened, so as little as it was, he would do his best to get ready for what was to come. Even though he didn't have the slightest clue of what awaited him

He couldn't do anything right now, but rest and have this poison finally out of his system were the first steps.

So that was what he planned to do. Closing his eyes and proving himself to be a fool once more and prayed for no more terrors tonight.

Chapter 39: Is this what real affection is?

The next morning Baxter woke up to the worst sight yet.

The yellow-stained grinning face of Alastor, looking down at him like a playful kitten who found their next bird to play and kill.

"Morning" Alastor smiled as he saw the startle on the fish's face, him quickly turning to one of uncomfortableness as he had pulled his neck too much, affecting his raw back.

"Ah, apologies ol boy, I didn't realise how easy you are to scare" Alastor laughed at the display.

Baxter scowled at the "apology" only for the discomfort to triple as he was forcibly shifted to sit up with sudden pillows appearing behind him.

"OW!" Baxter cringed as he didn't like how this was becoming a regular thing.

Luckily it was at that point the princess interrupted, quickly catching up on the situation by their faces alone.

"Alastor I only asked for you to see if he was awake, not to wake him up" Charlie scolded.

"Why, he just began doing so as I walked in, I was simply helping the doctor be better positioned for breakfast" Alastor excused as he made it out for him to look like the Mother Teresa.

"Well thank you for your help, but I've got it from here" Charlie grinned through forced teeth.

"Very well, enjoy your meal doctor" Alastor waved away as he saw he wasn't going to get any more entertainment while Charlie was there.

"Sorry about that Baxter, I hope you're feeling better despite Alastors...antics," Charlie said sheepishly as she closed the door as the radio demon left, walking closer to sit on the chair next to the bed with a tray of porridge.

Baxter simply nodded before trying to force an "it's fine" out of his mouth, yet despite being opened, his throat continued to hold the prison gates closed to his speech.

"Don't strain yourself, I'm sure your voice will come back soon" Charlie encouraged lightly as she tried to keep her worries to herself, not enjoying how painful it looked for the poor angler demon to do something that came so naturally to all.

"I brought some porridge, but I didn't know how you liked it, plain or decorated so I brought some honey, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, bananas " Charlie listed as she indicated to all the little bowls of porridge toppings.

"Oh, and I mixed some anti-nausea so you won't feel sick after" Charlie quickly commented, making sure the fish knew in case he was worried about getting back to a normal diet, not wishing to overload him.

"So which-" Charlie began to ask, but the look Baxter gave to her, a look that said "What did we just talk about"

"Oh right, uh, blink if you like it plain or blink twice want a topping" Charlie chuckled awkwardly.

In all honesty, Baxter didn't want to bother, usually skipping breakfast. However, Charlie did go to all the effort of washing, peeling and bringing so many options to him, the least he could do was just ask for one of them.

This blinking was going to become tedious. He tried thinking of a better way to indicate, when the perfect solution had been just above him.

Now he fully regained his head both physically and mentally, he regained an odd little muscle that was his lure itself, using it like an indicator to point to what he wanted, that is raspberries.

It took some pointing with his eyes and waving the lure in front of the princess's face before she realised what he was doing, looking delighted at the little trick, believing it to be quite swell.

Scooping a handful she topped the porridge with the magenta fruit. Baxter chose that fruit due to its sour and tangy taste, he was always more of a sour savourer compared to sweet, actively avoiding it.

"Anything else?" Charlie offered, to which Baxter simply shook his head.

Only after, Charlie, in her excitement, scooped the porridge into his mouth.

"It should be cold enough but if you want to blow on it" Charlie murmured to herself.

But as she looked up from the spoon, she saw a dark and strained expression on the fish's face.

Baxter couldn't help but feel disgruntled at the princess's action, the memory of his nightmare lingering like a thorn in the side of his head.

"Oh, I am so sorry, I should have asked permission to, oh I didn't" Charlie began to spiral at the realisation.

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking how it would look, after everything I-" Charlie continued apologetically, allowing Baxters' harboured expression to soften lightly.

It clearly wasn't done for the sake which Vox got out of it, more in a gesture of wishing to be helpful.

Looking at it now, how else had Baxter expected this to go? He could start bending his fingers but hardly to gain a proper grip, let alone being able to lift his hand.

So with an annoyed sigh, he turned back to the ashamed princess who was fumbling in ways in which she could do this without spoonfeeding him. However, it was clear there weren't any more obvious solutions.

Waving his lure back into her line of sight, once he was sure he had gained back her attention, he opened his mouth, his lure pointing at his opened maw to try to indicate that he was fine with her feeding him.

"Oh, are you sure? I don't mean to-" Charlie asked as she was surprised at the fish's sudden change of attitude.

Baxter simply nodded, the quicker this was done, the better.

So with his consent, Charlie re-scooped the porridge and pointed it back to his mouth, in which the fish opened his mouth so it could be inserted and eaten.

(Never thought I'd allow myself to be spoon-fed, by the princess of hell no less) Baxter thought with fluster, chewing as fast he could so it could be over. However, his tongue beseeched for him to slow and allow the flavour to melt, this being one of the tastiest porridge he had, or perhaps it was the fact he hadn't tasted porridge in centuries. Regardless, he felt himself relax, mind calming to only focus on chewing and the flavour.

Charlie meanwhile simply smiled as she spoon-fed the little fish, seeing his reaction of surprise to bliss from the first bite. She was happy to see him enjoying himself, taking pride in that it had been her to help him get to that stage. Her mind was on autopilot as she took the time to appreciate this smile which had been the first one of pure delight she had seen on him, it made her want to protect it, just like the ones of all her friends. Leading to a pang of guilt at the thought of how easily it would be tarnished when he went back to work.

Charlie's attention was brought back out of her thoughts to the present once a familiar beaming light was close to her face. Focusing better she saw it was Baxters lure, waving at her as the angler demon himself had his mouth closed, his little overbite creating a barrier in which the spoon she had been using was still trying to enter despite the smaller sinner not wanting it anymore.

"Oh sorry, lost in thought" Charlie apologised as she quickly yanked the spoon back.

Looking to the bowl she saw the fish had only managed to eat half, not that she was going to force any more down him, but she just hoped this was progress.

Charlie began reaching for the water which she had brought, only out of the corner of her eyes she could see Baxter tensing.

Immediately she was on the defensive as she turned to where the fish was facing, only for that emotion to mix as she saw what had caused Baxter to be on edge so suddenly.

Niffty

Looking into the room with such intenseness, however, it didn't seem like the normal lustful assertiveness which she had been displaying from first meeting the angler demon. Instead, it felt like a dark overwhelming vehemence of threat and envy. Very much directed towards the princess's direction.

"Hey niffty, mind getting Baxter some fresh water?" Charlie asked with a wave of apprehension, feeling a little worried for her safety, yes she was small and cute and looked harmless, but she had heard stories and saw how mad the little cyclopse could be. She just hoped that she could distract those mad tendencies with her maid mind.

Luckily it seemed to work as the the murderous glint changed to her usual peppy delightful light.

"Of course" Niffty smiled as she zipped away like nothing had happened.

Charlie hadn't gotten a single word in before Niffty sped back in, holding a glass and jug full of water.

"Does the bad boy need anything else?" Niffty asked lustfully, pushing the equipment into Charlie's hold as she fixed her gaze on the very uncomfortable angler demon.

"Don't think so, right Baxter?" Charlie answered on the aquatic demons' part

Baxter shook his head, staring at the Cyclops with intensity, this one however telling her to watch it.

"I love the lethal silent types" Niffty whispered out at the gaze, clearly taking it the wrong way.

(Keep that to yourself you harlot) Baxter grimaced at the comment.

This awkwardness was fortunately interrupted by the presence of angel dust and Husk.

"Hey, why where's our invites?" Angel asked with joking sarcasm as the amount of people was now enough for a small party.

"Ignore him, we're just gonna check the kid's dressings" Husk mumbled, though his tone showed he was amused by the spider's joke.

"Of course, we'll let you get to it" Charlie smiled as she grabbed the fishs leftovers and began to leave.

The three were about to begin, only to see the mini cyclops was still with them, practically bouncing with excitement to see the extent of his injuries.

"You too nift" Husk huffed as the three looked at her expectedly.

"Aww, fine" Niffty pouted as she sulked away after Charlie, Husk making sure to lock the door behind her before getting to work.

"Fucking Alastor" Husk grumbled as he and Angel helped Baxter to lean forward, only to see that due to the sudden shift of pillows had caused some of the injuries to come undone, earning for the white bandages to redden. Husk expected a little bit of spotting but not this much.

"The assholes a lot of 'em" Husk growled as he undid the old bandages for new, revealing the multitude of electrical scars that had yet to begin fading. Luckily they still had some of the numbing cream to ease it and reduce the fish's pain back to a fuzzy feeling.

Despite the seriousness of it all, it earned a light laugh from both Spider and Fish, each sadly earning a source of pain due to the sudden movement.

"Hey, don't go undoing my work, the both of you, little shits" Husk scolded lightly, shaking his head in disbelief.

Once they were happy with the new bandages and applied the healing cream, they slowly eased Baxter back down his bed.

However, there was still one more task that needed to be taken care of.

"You good with me changing you, if you need it?" Husk asked as he decided to address the elephant in the room.

The calm and friendly atmosphere changed with Husk's question, with Baxter instantly becoming embarrassed from both the question and realisation that the more people must know of his disgrace.

"Look I get it, it fucking sucks that this has to be this way, especially with demons you only know recently, but until you can hold up your own, we just gotta put up with it- " Husk began, sounding like he was trying to be gentle, but Angel decided a little sugar coating wasn't the worse things for the situation.

"What Mittens is trying to get across is, it's a sucky situation but we're here to help ya, and after it's done we don't have to bring it up again" Angel added with empathy, although not sure in himself how to make the fish feel less self-conscious.

"Seen a hella lot worse things down here, this is nothing" Husk commented, hoping it would help ease the fish's tenseness further.

Baxter didn't look any less relaxed but looked like he understood the situation nonetheless, defeated but admittedly.

"So, you good for me to do it?" Husk repeated, just wanting to get it over with to overcome this awkwardness.

"Husk was the main guy taking care of ya when you were away with the fairies, he's got practice and no one else but him and Pents saw anything unless ya want me to help you out?" Angel elaborated further, offering his assistance since he too had helped with much worse at work, but this did feel more personal.

Baxter shook his head at the spider before turning his head to Husk, giving him a hesitant and beat nod.

Baxter wouldn't lie, it was overwhelmingly humiliating that this had to be the case, their words had not been able to reduce any of that. However, he hated the idea of sitting in his own waste even more. He currently couldn't feel anything from his stomach to knee, meaning he couldn't tell if he was even gone, not that he could do anything regardless, but it made him reliant on someone else to check him again, even if he couldn't feel it, he loathed the idea of being left in such a more disgusting state.

Husk from what he had gathered so far must have died later than anyone in this hotel, the mannerisms and attitudes of not giving a single fuck cemented this idea. It was surprisingly comforting, perhaps it was because the lack of care didn't feel as personal. Furthermore, if he had been the one helping him and still treated him so equally, knowing his circumstances, it already built some level of confidentiality.

So with Baxter's approval Husk grabbed the supplies and began to change him, Angel turning away to check on his phone to give him further privacy.

"I'll check every 3 hours alright" Husk whispered so Baxter could feel more prepared, which Baxter did appreciate, having some sort of schedule, even if it was for something so disgusting.

"Need to get a TV in here or something" Angel commented, compared to his room it looked so barren.

Baxter shook his head, a TV was the last thing he wanted right now.

"Want us to leave you to rest?" Husk asked, just looking at the fish, he just looked as mentally drained as he was physically.

Baxter nodded gratefully, happy for once he could be read so easily.

"Ya need us, get Keekee to get us" Angel said as he blew a kiss in the fish's direction before walking to leave.

"Night kid" Husk waved as he was on the spider's tail, leaving the fish to himself.

(The first thing I do when I get my voice is to rectify that catchphrase) Baxter thought with a huff.

Nonetheless, Baxter was happy to just have a moment to him-

"Greetings doctor, I hear you in need of some entertainment" Alastor greeted as he once more appeared in his room suddenly.

"Now don't look so blue, for I have arrived" Alastor joked proudly, the obnoxious laugh track following him as he made his way to the front centre.

(Great...a wisecracker) Baxter groused as it was clear the Radio demon was here to stay.

With a click, the room had transformed into one where you would go to watch a comedian do stand-up.

"Now, why didn't the fish get a job" Alastor began.

Not that he gave Baxter a chance to answer if he could before landing with the punchline "because he floundered the interview".

A chorus of laughter rang through the room where the sudden appearance of tables and chairs scattered, shadowy images of the radio demon himself on each seat.

Baxter could only stare in stupefaction...THIS was the radio demon...a man who found dad jokes to be comedy...

"Hope you're tucked in, I've got a "school" full of potential" Alastor grinned as he saw the dumbfounded expression on the fish's mug.

(This is it, Vox did kill me...I am officially in double hell) Baxter thought to himself in ridicule, already feeling his mind spiral.

 

It had been 3 hours since Husk said he'd come up to check up on Baxter, so as he promised, he was making his way up to see how the little fish was holding up, having been joined by Vaggie who had offered to help Baxter with his meal. However as the two got closer, they were alerted to a voice coming from the room, one of which was not Baxters.

Vaggie gave the food tray to Husk before kicking down the door with her foot, shooting the door to the other side of the room.

Leading them to see the room's newest design.

"Ah, you're just in time, I was just getting started on my scientist jokes" Alastor greeted, having not been affected by the sudden intrusion.

"Alastor what the fuck are you doing?" Vaggie asked in annoyance, seeing that the poor fish had begun dissociating, a mad crazed look on his face.

"Oh I was just practising my quips to someone who would enjoy it, just look at the ol boy, he is clearly enjoying himself" Alastor dismissed as he pointed to the way Baxter's head was bobbing back and forth.

"That's the smile of someone unstable" Husk stated as he held the fish's head steady.

"Exactly, so pack it up, and again, just change the fucking room back to normal" Vaggie boomed as she pointed her spear at the deer, trying to shoo him away.

"Fine, but if you require further entertainment, just shout" Alastor Hollard as everything reverted, however, the deer's comment didn't go unnoticed.

"Gilipollas" Vaggie snarled as she watched Baxter's mind once more return, they were going to need to be more careful, this was sadly becoming a habit.

"Yeah, I'd go mad for listening to his jokes for how long he did" Husk commented with a laugh, watching as Baxter's smile slowly returned to a tired frown, shaking his head to get back into the zone.

"Mind giving us some privacy," Husk asked before he began checking.

"Of course," Vaggie said as she quickly excused herself.

Took a few minutes before Husk came back out, letting out a "He's all yours" before walking back to the bar.

"Hey, brought you some soup, that alright with you," Vaggie asked as she re-entered the room, having Sir Pentious implore he have it due to all the necessary strength vitamins and minerals.

Fortunately, it seemed Baxter accepted her offer with a nod of affirmation.

"Sorry, I don't think I've introduced myself properly" Vaggie began as she had to remember if she had greeted the fish, Charlie told him her name but she couldn't place a time when she made an effort to interact as of yet.

"So I'm Vaggie, protector of the hotel," Vaggie said as she stated her role.

(Yeah, I gathered that) Baxter thought as he couldn't help but stare at the giant spear she always had on her.

"Yeah, guess the giant spear does that impression" Vaggie laughed, noticing his staring, knowing it was probably redundant to say.

"I just wanted to say, while you live here, I'll use this spear to protect you, that goes for anyone who stays of course" Vaggie began proudly before delving further.

"And that includes when you're at work, if we find any way to get you out of your situation, we will, that is the reason why Charlie made the happy hotel to begin with" Vaggie promised, a face of confidence and warmth.

"Anyways, uh, your soups gonna get cold, you ok with me helping you out?" Vaggie asked as she shook her head back to the present.

Baxter smiled, after hearing such promises, he couldn't help but feel determined himself, even if he was once playing himself as the fool.

"you should get some sleep, catch up on the rest deer dick stole" Vaggie advised as she placed the half-eaten bowl back on the tray.

Baxter simply laid back in response, not needing to be told twice.

Feeling the familiar weight of Keekee jump back on the bed, further adding to the fish's comfort Baxter, lulling him back to sleep.

Chapter 40: It's fine

Baxter had to do a double take when he saw the little digital clock on the bedside cabinet.

Where it showed that now not only was an extremely different time before he fell asleep but the completely next day!

(How?!) Baxter thought in disbelief, mouth agape in bewilderment, he never allowed himself to sleep so long.

This meant not only he had just wasted half a day, but he also was one day closer to needing to go back...

(Fuck!) The angler demon thought rapidly, not noticing how Keekee was looking at him with sudden alertness and fright at his bolting awakeness.

(How long is this paralysis going to last? I can't be like this!) Baxter questioned as he tried forcing his legs up, however, they continued to stay limp, being only now able to move below his ankles, progress but not fast enough for what he needed.

Moving on he went to see how his other limbs were handling. Noticing that he was able to move his wrists he tried dragging them behind him, straining himself to see if they had enough strength to push himself up.

Struggling through the pain, he just managed a single centimetre, only before flopping back onto the bed.

Before he could try again, however, Keekee jumped lightly onto his chest, preventing any further attempts.

(Get off you imbecile! I have to-) Baxter thought angrily as he stared at her irritatedly, yet the watch cat looked back at him with a stern look and simply batted his head, telling him to stop acting stupid.

Baxter taking a second to process the bap, simply let out a roar of annoyance but ultimately accepted his fate.

Keekee satisfied with his ressistant response, went to tell someone Baxter was awake. Returning a few minutes later with Husk and Sir pentious in toe, merely to see the fish had gained an extra wind and was attempting the fruitless action once more.

"Baxter stop" Sir pentious implored as he and Husk hurried to catch the fish before he dislocated a wrist.

"What is it with you and trying to damage yourself further?" Husk scolded as he and the snake gently placed the fish to sit up on the bed, propping the spare pillows behind him.

"What did you even think this would achive, why didn't you wait for us?" Sir pentious questioned with a huff, remembering the number of times he had to deal with the fish's stubbornness.

Nonetheless, just like all the times before, when the fish knew nothing he said would be able to defend his actions, Baxter would just roll his eyes and puff like a naughty schoolchild caught by the principal.

"You can't be pushing your body like that, you went through so much too recently" Sir pentious continued to berate as Husk checked his back, luckily he hadn't pulled anything to cause a blood leak.

However, Husk and Sir pentious had to halt on the spot when they heard a small tiny noise uttering the words:

"ok".

The voice was barely a whisper, too faint to be picked up if the room was a decimal louder. Regardless it was heard, and even the angler demon looked shocked despite it coming from his lips.

(Finally!) Baxter thought to himself as he decided to try and push his luck. Attempting to speak further or louder, he was disappointed to hear the volume staying at the same tone.

What's worse was that it began to look like it caused a lot of tension and discomfort for the poor angler demon.

"Doctor, please, I implore you not to strain any further, you could reset your progress if you continue like this" Sir pentious begged as he grabbed a glass of water with a straw, bending down so the fish could take a sip.

It did feel cruel to tell the scientist to just let nature do its thing, especially with how the fish's mindset was, but it was true, pentious wanted the old Baxter to return to him, the one that woke him up at 3 in the morning to tell him of his latest idea, the one he shared hours having witty banter with, the one that he missed after all those years. The obduracy of his old self was there for sure, but he didn't want that to be the only thing that came back.

"It's..fine" Baxter whispered back, the drink seemingly to help, once more his stubbornness refusing to listen to reason.

Sir pentious shook his head in incredulity, not believing a word of it, but if he wanted to tarnish his progress, it was his choice, he could only advise him so much.

"How long...you think-" Baxter resumed, only for it to cause him to cough harshly and aggressively.

"Kid, just listen to us will ya?" Husk advised with annoyance but held out the water once more to soothe his coughing fit.

"If you're trying to ask how long you think the afflictions will last, I hope with the way you're regaining your abilities back daily, I calculate at least a week or so, but that is with the rough assumption" Sir pentious answered, knowing the fish well to know what would be his first questions once he had regained his speech.

Baxter nodded, he had a feeling that would be his answer. There was no way he was going to magically regain his abilities to be self-sufficient by tomorrow. But the reality of it was just adding pain onto more pain.

During the limited time he had to himself, Baxter's mind raced with every opportunity, every idea of how he could better his current condition. All of which included both his motor skills and his lab back at home...but again, that wouldn't be happening any time soon.

Sir pentious was giving him thoughtful eyes, knowing Baxter wasn't telling him something. And while that would make sense as he had just regained his speech, this seemed more like something he was actively trying to hide.

"Husk, could you give me and the doctor a minute please" Sir pentious asked politely, giving a quick side glance to the now suspicious fish.

"Can do that, just call me in if he decides to try and break his leg this time" Husk mumbled as he left the two professors alone.

Sir pentious turned back to the angler demon, offering him another glass of water as he sat down next to him.

"Ok, tell me what you're thinking, that face tells me you've already made plans" Sir pentious interrogated as he held the straw to his lips, if he wanted to talk, the least he could do was give some answers.

Baxter sighed and took a sip before answering.

"I need...my lab...I... serums...anti..everything properties...don't have anymore since...Vox" Baxter said through ragged breaths, with each sentence looking like he just ran a marathon.

As Baxter took another sip, the snake could only nod in understanding.

"If that's what you need, I am happy to take you down myself when you've gained a bit more movement in your arms, I know how private you can be with your passwords and all" Sir pentious offered, laughing at his joke.

Yet he was faced with a genuinely surprised look from the angler demon.

"You'd..do that?" Baxter asked, knowing Pentious was generous, but to truly go out of his way for him...after all this time.

"Of course I..in all honesty, I can't help but feel responsible for this happening to you...if I had been a better business partner-" Sir pentious tried to explain, a wave of guilt and hatred for his past actions and the man responsible for it all. Only to be interrupted by the familiar glow of the fish's lure, bringing him away from delving deeper into his negative thoughts.

"I shouldn't have...agreed when you....were denied" Baxter struggled, trying to form longer and proper sentences so as not to ruin the sincerity of his words, he didn't want the snake to do this out of remorse when there was no need. He had got himself into this mess, he would eventually get himself out, but he wouldn't mind the help from his friend, but he didn't want guilt or pity to be a factor.

"Can't mess with...time... remember" Baxter joked, although that seemed to be too much as he broke back into a cough, sir pentious was ready with the water, reminding himself to get cough drops when he next went out, they needed more material anyways.

"I know I just, I wish, it didn't take all of this to come back together" Sir tried to continue but Baxter decided he didn't want to hear another word of it.

"Cheesy" the doctor commented, believing this to become much too cliche for his tastes.

"Oh, well pardon me for being sentimental, we can't all be machines" Sir pentious cried dramatically, earning a good short laugh out of the fish, allowing a familiar and kind atmosphere to return.

That was quickly interrupted by the sound of crying coming behind the door.

Sir pentious, curious, went to see what was happening. Only when he opened the door, they were shown to see the princess of hell crying with a trembling smile on her face.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop I just, that was just too beautiful" Charlie admitted, only to end up crying louder and heavier.

(Again..this is the princess of hell?) Baxter thought, still unable to put together how Charlie could end up so sympathetic and sweet living in such an environment.

"Um, anyways-" Charlie restarted, doing her best to calm herself down.

"I wanted to say we got you a wheelchair Baxter, just in case you wanted to join us for meals or have a proper tour of the hotel, I understand you've not had a proper one yet and we don't want to think we're just going to stick you in one room, that would be too boring" Charlie explained as she indicated to the wheelchair she had brought with her, luckily not being dampened by her cartoonishly large tears.

"Thanks" Baxter expressed as she wheeled it properly into the room.

"Allow me to help you on" Sir pentious offered as he gave a quick look to Charlie, urging her to give them a minute. Luckily Charlie got the message and closed the door behind her.

Sir pentious was about to scoop the fish when his hand felt something damp. Right, Husk hadn't had a chance to check him when he awoke.

Sir pentious knew of his transition years ago and he helped him with Husk when they saved him from Vox just recently. The inventor was all willing to help, it was just if the fish was comfortable with it.

"Please just do it" Baxter whispered even quieter, looking away with shame, putting two and two together just by looking at the snake's conflicting facial expressions.

"Are you sure, I want to help but if you-" Sir pentious tried to ask, not wanting to make it feel like Baxter was being forced, but the snake was thinking much too hard about it.

"Pentious, please" Baxter stifled, not wanting this interaction to continue any further, the feeling of embarrassment too much to bear.

The snake didn't prolong the fish's discomfiture as he simply began changing him.

Once finished he continued to place Baxter onto the chair, not before quickly grabbing the blanket from the bed to tuck it around his lower torso and legs. It was important for his wounds to get air, the reason why they had yet to provide Baxter with some clothes, they needed to find some to begin with after all, never the less, the snake would never expect to parade the fish around the hotel practically naked and with something he was much too self-conscious with. He had too much respect for the doctor to do such a thing, even when they were "rivals".

"Comfy" Sir pentious asked hopefully.

Baxter nodded, only to see his reflection now out of the bed.

His hair was "floofy" as it pointed down and at every angle now it wasn't styled with his hair gel. A large plaster was stuck onto his cheek and smaller ones were dotted around his neck and collar. Bandages wrapped from his chest to thighs, thicker and larger bandages pressed against the chair from where the worst of his injuries were. He just looked like a tangled, sickly mess. He was never one to focus on vanity, but even by his standards he looked unpresentable.

(Why do I care anymore, sadly this is the least embarrassing I've been dressed) Baxter sighed as he turned away, just happy that the bandages and blanket weren't revealing anything.

"We can also pick up your clothes when we're at your apartment" Sir pentious suggested, not confident he'd find anything more than just lab wear but it was something to try and get the fish's attention of his appearance.

Baxter simply bobbed his head as he indicated for the Victorian demon to wheel them out of the room. Meeting a patiently waiting Charlie.

"Anywhere you'd like to see first?" Charlie asked as she excitedly bounced on her feet.

"No" Was all the fish said, not really in the mood anymore.

"Why not your lovely gardens, Your Highness, I'm sure the doctor would love to see all the fine specimens?" Sir pentious suggested as he began slithering off, hoping to get the scientist part of Baxter invested.

"Don't you want to come with us pentious?" Charlie questioned, surprised by the snake's sudden need to leave.

"I appreciate the offer, but I have work to get to, so enjoy and I'll meet you both after" Sir pentious waved, leaving a much too suspicious Baxter looking as he slithered away, now who was hiding things.

Not that he got a chance to question it as Charlie began wheeling him away.

 

Baxter knew that the hotel was quite big, but he didn't expect so much to be this expansive, hell they had a ballroom for dancing or just simple exercising.

He was aware that Lucifer must have helped fund it, especially after learning everything was free, the funds had to be coming in somewhere. Speaking of-

"Charlie, if..I can ask" Baxter uttered, having a little more energy to try speaking more.

"yes?" Charlie asked, stopping to give Baxter her full attention.

"What does, your father, think of..it?" Baxter asked, slowly feeling a little winded.

"Well he wasn't convinced until recently, more me actually, but we've worked things out, or starting to at least and I'm hoping after I talk with Heaven, we can continue working on getting him fully onboard" Charlie admitted, not sure how to explain it but she hoped the main things she was trying to say was getting across.

(Fair enough) Baxter thought, perhaps he shouldn't have expected a simple answer, there never was.

"If you stay you might get a chance to meet him, after all, he did say he was going to make more of an effort in my cause" Charlie added excitedly, loving the idea of introducing more of her friends, wondering how the two would react, maybe it could help with intimidating Vox and Valentino and thus help Baxter and Angel further.

While Baxter couldn't think of anything worse.

(Oh yes, like I haven't been humiliated enough, let's add the king of hell into it) Baxter thought dismissively.

Not that Baxter got a chance to respond before he and Charlie were all transported to the kitchen.

"Dinners ready" Alastor gleed, loving the surprised expressions of the two suddenly appeared demons showed.

"Alastor I asked you not to do that" Charlie admonished disappointedly as she saw Niffty, Husk and Angel were already there.

"Apologies, I just thought after your tour, you two would be hungry, especially how the doctor missed out on dinner yesterday" Alastor apologised, wanting to make it look like he had good intentions at heart.

"I shall change the bad boy's sheets" Niffty grinned much too excitedly, turning her attention from her food as she tried rushing away from the table, only for Alastor's tentacles to bring her back.

"There will be plenty of time for that after, for now, I'd like for my food to be appreciated" Alasor tutted gently as he readied his meal.

With that the group returned to their meals, Alastor's tentacles locking his wheelchair towards the table too, stomach pushing uncomfortably against it, not that he could have moved on his own in the first place.

"Why don't you tuck in doctor" Alastor provoked as he took a bite of his raw flesh meal, enjoying the awkward way the fish was looking around him, not sure what to do with himself.

Another one of Alastors tentacles popped out to hold his spoon, mocking him.

"Not hungry" Baxter whispered with Annoyance, glaring back and forth from Alastor to the spoon. It was a lie but he'd much prefer waiting a bit longer for food than being spoonfed in front of everyone, especially in front of the two smirking devils who were eyeing him, for two different reasons of course.

"Well no matter, attending a meal even without eating is a great way to improve social skills" Alastor insisted as he continued to eat, at least now the spoon finally dropped back to the table.

"I'll wrap our plates for later, I'm not ready for food just yet either" Charlie lied as she picked up her and the angler demon's plate.

Baxter gave a quick small smile to the princess understanding, only to see that the maid was once more staring at him.

"what do..you want?" Baxter growled

"Nothing just didn't think your voice could be any sexier" Niffty commented, clearly enjoying the dishevelled wounded soldier look, giving him a wink...which just looked like a normal blink.

"I insist you...cease" Baxter whispered lower, doing his best to stay intimidating, he didn't want this little pest knowing she could get away with this, the earlier she learnt that, the better.

"Yes please" Alastor added with a strained smile becoming immediately uncomfortable.

"Fine, but if you need anything" Niffty began as she walked onto the table, coming up to the fish and bending down to whisper sweet nothings into his fin ears.

"I'm all yours" Niffty purred, earning a flustered shiver from the angler demon.

"Niffty my dear, I request you calm yourself, this is not a place for such...activities" Alastor scolded as his tentacles grabbed her and placed her back onto the floor. Alastors way of punishing his obvious favourite.

Baxter grimaced in disgust as he watched Niffty walk off, he had to go and perv up his bed sheets, he would need to make sure they were incinerated.

"Well, who knew you were such the little ladies' man" Angel Dust said, not being able to keep himself out of the gossip.

"Don't be...crude...I don't have time for such drivel...especially from the likes of-" Baxter muttered breathlessly, only to be interrupted by a straw attached to a water-filled camel pack being plunged into his mouth.

"Now now, let us not murmur things we may regret" Alastor castigated with a growing, warning and dangerous look, horns growing and symbols flying to ensure no ill will be spoken of the little devil dear.

Instead, Baxter nodded and sipped on the straw. All this talking was getting him parched anyway.

After the others had finished, Charlie and he were able to sneak away, back to his room and have their meals.

Helping the fish back onto the bed and their food finished, the princess had something on her mind that just needed to be said out loud.

"How are you feeling, by the way, I should have asked earlier," Charlie asked hesitantly, knowing many became defensive when asked this question.

"Fine" Baxter just answered, already feeling his barriers coming up.

"I understand that you may be used to acting tough, but it's ok to be worried about things" Charlie persisted.

"It's fine" Baxter repeated, trying to get the princess to drop it.

"Like tomorrow, I understand you may-" Charlue endured, really just wanting to help only to be interrupted by an agitated angler demon.

"Charlie!" Baxter yelled it came out croaky and hurt his throat, earning his most aggressive set of coughs.

"I'm, I'm sorry, I should have dropped it I-" Charlie panicked as she rushed to grab his drink.

Only when she turned back, blood could be seen dribbling down his mouth and spots on the newly cleaned bedding.

"Baxter, Husk Pentious!" Charlie rushed at the sight, running to shout for help.

"What, what's wrong?" Husk asked as he was first to quickly arrive, Sir Pentious quick on his heel.

"He's bleeding and coughing, I don't, I didn't-" Charlie explained with fright as the two examined the smaller sinner.

After Husk took a look he took a breath of relief, handing the fish another drink as he helped him through another cough.

"It's ok kid, just breathe" Husk advised as he helped Baxter to sit up, leaning over the bed to get more air.

"It's good, he just pushed his limit too far, it'll stop, just need to keep an eye on him" Husk explained to the princess and inventor, having Baxter lean against him as he caught his breath.

"More water, no more talking for today" Sir pentious instructed, now not taking no for an answer.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't listen and made him shout" Charlie cried, not wanting Baxter to look like he had been the reckless one.

"stop it will ya, blaming yourself ain't gonna fix anything" the voice Angel from the door stated.

"Angel, how long-" Charlie started to ask before the pornstar walked in closer.

"When you began shouting bloody mary" Angel answered as he took the fish from husk's side to his own.

The fish's breathing seemed to be getting back to normal, despite the blood still dribbling from his chin which Angel easily caught with a spare tissue on him.

"Shrimps gonna be fine, but you all need to get off his case" Angel counselled.

"How did-" Husk began before Angel held up a small glass.

"Because, bartender, you're not the only one that knows everything that happens around her " Angel grinned, too nosey for his good.

"Look, just give the guy room to breath will ya, from you's telling him what to do and not to do with his own body since he first got out...just...let the poor guy have time to process and think as you say, tomorrows gonna be shit but it aint the end of the world" Angel exemplified, both to the three demons staring at him, and the demon who was focusing on breathing and listening.

This coming from the guy who knew what it was like to have all the decisions made of his own body, just to be asked on his behalf to have a moment to himself was greatly appreciated.

"Of course, and again, I'm sorry for pushing so much, I understand now it must be overwhelming" Charlie further apologised, wishing Vaggie were here, but she needed time to herself...time extending the closer to the meeting with the angels it seemed.

"Fine, but I still advise on taking it easy, not to say I want you to stop but" Sir pentious added, internally thinking (Stupid pride ring! Stupid no hospitals or doctors refusing to take in sinner patients!).

"I think he gets it sir pent up" Angel said, not wanting to re-do his whole speech.

"Would you stop with that nickname!" Sir pentious yelled angrily, having those miserable thoughts pushed to the back of his mind.

Earning a calm, bloodied but only lightly, smile from Baxter, tiredness creeping in as it seemed the adrenaline was running out.

He didn't enjoy how much his body seemed to require to rest much more than it ever had before, but if the dark circles under his eyes were any indicator, he did more to get his body back into working order, perhaps that was why his form was taking so long to recover and destroy the remnants of poisons and potions.

"Aint no one gonna get a TV in here yet? Think Chicargo's on tonight" Angel suggested.

While they would prefer Baxter to get more rest, they weren't confident in leaving him alone if he randomly started choking on his blood. So instead they pulled in a spare TV and bickered over what to watch.

While Baxter would have much preferred to be left alone as Angel had elegantly put it. He believed that perhaps having these demons compared to the ones inside his mind, berating him endlessly of tomorrow's horrors was the more pleasant company.

Chapter 41: It's not

Charlie held herself close as she paced back and forth. Awaiting for Vox to rear his ugly head.

Charlie and Husk had helped Baxter get ready for the day, having placed him in the uniform that they had taken with them. Angel supplied some extra emergency hair gel to make him look more presentable before heading off to work himself.

While they would have preferred Baxter to wear something looser due to his wounds still being fresh, it wouldn't be right to send him in anything but bandages and protection.

Leading to right now, where they waited outside on the steps of the hotel. Baxter sitting in his wheelchair and refusing to look them in the eye. Tension clear as daylight.

Vaggie and Husk were leaning against the wall intimidatingly. Sir pentious nervously stood behind the doctor's chair, eyes shifting back and forth as if something could attack at any moment. As well as Alastor posing ominously in front of the hotel door, wanting to make it clear when the TV overlord did appear, that they were still a threat, regardless of him currently having the upper hand.

When the time had officially turned 6, a series of static movements darted around them, only for the static to evolve into a portal, spitting out the charismatic, polished-to-perfection TV head that was Vox. Smile as television ready as always.

"Glad to see you all not making this difficult, I didn't want my day to start messy" Vox began, smug to see the group waiting for his arrival.

Alastors smile twitched as his eyes narrowed, so wanting to say something, but kept quiet due to the way Vaggie and Charlie shook their heads warningly.

"Understandable, so I hope you remember that when the workday is done" Charlie replied, hoping that the message got through if the multiple pairs of glaring eyes weren't enough.

Yet Vox simply strolled leisurely, ignoring the said stares as he stopped in front of the angler demon.

Smiling down at the uncomfortable fish demon before bending down and hoisting him over his shoulder, so rash that it earned a startled and pained yelp from the fish's mouth.

The hotel crew (excluding Alastor of course) cringed at how carefree and impulsive the movement was.

"Right, well we need to be heading off, enjoy your day and whatnot" Vox waved off as he was much too eager to get back.

"Oh, and Valentino told me to tell you all that next time, for Angel to just wait for the portal too, saves him a journey doesn't it" Vox quickly added, taking joy in the hateful faces, reviling in the power as they were forced to watch helplessly.

Especially the face of Alastor, oh it was euphoria.

With that statement he turned his heel and back to the portal, returning him to the ABDL room where it all started.

Allowing them to see Baxter's defeated and crushed face before the doorway closed shut.

Leaving Baxter and Vox alone once more.

 

After taking a moment to calm down, the TV overlord held Baxter out in front to see him, relishing the pathetically adorable sight that he missed. Now with the added cuteness of a hurt little kitten.

Although he believed he could work on the way the fish was staring at him. But first-

"Oh, my precious baby boy" Vox cooed as he held him close, nuzzling him to make up for the lost time of not having him in his grasp, it had been an irritating hell! Only bearable knowing he would come back, and gave him more ideas for their game.

"Stop!" Baxter cried, the voice still just bearly a whisper, having not advanced since his blood event.

Vox looked to see how Baxter tried pushing, yet it was clear he lacked any proper power, less than ever before.

"Shh, shh, it's ok, daddy's here now" Vox ushered like he was consoling a distressed child.

"Oh how I missed you, did you miss me?" Vox asked as he walked them to his chair.

(Not a single thought of you has been as pleasant to ever wish more of your sight) Baxter growled as he felt himself manoeuvred him into a comfortable hold against his torso and resting on his lap.

"Now, first of all, I want to tell you that Daddy's not mad at you" Vox began as he rocked back and forth, Baxter continuing to stare with loathing.

"You got kidnapped before we got a chance to reconcile and that's built up some resentment hasn't it, but there's no need to be-" Vox tried to monologue, but Baxter was very much in the mood to argue.

"You've paralysed and made me incontinent! I have every right to be-" Baxter growled as he tried to make his voice louder, yet it was as tiny as a mouse squeak.

"Baby boy, you're a baby, that's normal" Vox pandered, awwing at how weak and helpless he was in his arms.

"No, it's not! None of it is-" Baxter tried further, having this frustration build over a long time, not wanting his perspective to be easily brushed aside or deemed as expected when it so clearly wasn't.

"I know I know, you're still scared Daddy's going to hurt you, but I promise that's not the case" the Tv Overlord resumed to settle, walking over to where the changing table was.

"Don't" Baxter pleaded as Vox began undressing him, revealing all the newly dressed bandages that practically mummified him.

For a moment it seemed to shock the TV overlord, seeing just how impactful his actions were and what they caused, only for that startle to calm and be overshadowed by Vox's need to take advantage of every opportunity.

"I see now how mean I was, and I just feel horrible that it got to this, but don't worry, Daddy's is going to do everything to make sure you're properly safe and recovered from now on" Vox declared he reached for the new set of clothes.

Or from what Baxter could see there were just socks, gloves and of course...a diaper.

"Don't understand why she dressed you up so much, you have to let those breathe" Vox mocked as he finished undressing Baxter and placing the materials in their place.

The first thing Baxter noticed was that the socks and mittens were warm like they had just been taken off the radiator, which would have been nice if the design wasn't so tacky and frilly.

However as Vox placed the new diaper onto him, the fish immediately felt something wrong. It was much too padded, it was like both his but and front were being squashed in the middle of two cushions. Making not only his back arch due to the height and strength of the diaper but also his legs stick out, no room for him to close naturally.

"We don't want your poor butt getting any more hurt do we, it is the worst area" Vox voiced as he laughed at the fish's concerns, watching him try and cross his legs where the paralysis had warned off, yet it was futile.

"There now, properly protected" Vox cooed as he picked the fish back up to admire his work.

The angler demon was utterly mortified. There'd be no way of hiding it, the size was too big on his body and held a weight as he felt his lower half dip even more than how gravity would make it.

"Oh and the best part with these is that they're the same make as the regular ones you use, but they even turn blue when you need a change, clever aren't they" Vox claimed as he found the new extra features neat.

Baxter couldn't disagree more, he didn't need it to announce this shame!

"Why are you doing this to me?" Baxter asked miserably, looking down at the state that he was in, unable to comprehend where in his life he had earned such treatment.

"Because you are mine and I can do whatever I want with you and no one else can say otherwise" Vox answered, not caring how possessive it sounded as he held him close once more.

"But if it wasn't clear I need you to know this now" Vox continued, his voice becoming much darker and sinister than the playful tone he had been displaying.

"If that hotel finds out what happens at Vottech and I find out it was you spilling company secrets, I still have all the photos and videos saved on my phone to spill all yours" Vox promised, his face connected to his phone displaying all the horrid and humiliating acts and poses the fish had been forced into.

"...I know sir" Baxter uttered tensely, the the terror of more people knowing the truth of his "disappearance" was an agonising and sicking thought to even imagine.

"Just checking, don't know how many brain cells you lost after your betrayal" Vox said dryly, further reminding of why the fish had been punished to begin with.

Panic raked across his face, terrified at the memories of how fearful the TV had been when he found out when Baxter had been in contact with the hotel.

Yet Vox couldn't keep up the stern face, bursting out laughing as the grim facade shattered back to his signature playful and appealing side.

"Now now, no need to be scared, like I said, I'm not mad anymore, you've served your punishment, now daddy can show you how much he missed you" Vox eased, giving the fish another hug, by this time Baxter just felt like he was an object used in the song hokey pokey with how much he was being flung in and out.

"Voxtech is stable since I was able to hire some more competent staff, so we can work on getting you better, it even gave Daddy a chance to get prepared " Vox stated before walking them further into the room and back to the playpen.

However instead of the familiar cage setting, only filled with a toy box and baby bouncer. It was now surrounded with blankets, plushies and pillows. Including a new item, a cradle. All babyproofed and soft and plush.

The TV overlord stepped inside and in doing so laid Baxter down onto a nest of blankets he had previously put together.

"There we go, now does baby feel comfy?" Vox pouted as he watched the colour of his blue blush increase tenfold with the baby talk.

However, Vox wasn't done as he began wrapping the top layer of blankets around his body.

(He's fucking trying to swaddle me?!) Baxter thought as he watched the overlord do it so easily, not that the fish was fit enough to put up a fight.

"Let me out" Baxter demanded as he tried wriggling out of the hold.

"Easy, let's not start getting fussy now" Vox disregarded as he picked the Barritoed Baxter, patting where his thigh was in an attempt to soothe as his other hand grabbed what he needed.

As soon as Baxter saw the unmistakable shape of the dreaded pacifier, Baxter's struggling tripled.

He almost got a slack arm out before Vox simply tucked him into the blanket tighter before placing the pacifier in his mouth, achieved by Vox braving the risk of his fingers getting chomped by holding them open.

"So feisty" Vox teased as he saw the fish continue struggling, now shaking his head in an extra effort to spit out the pacifier, wanting to pray it no longer had the sealing ability.

"I thought swaddling was supposed to calm babies, maybe this will help properly" Vox murmured as he held the other item he had reached out for. A hairbrush.

Placing Baxter in the middle of his lap, comfortably lying against his chest he began combing.

Leaving Baxter with just more and more questions.

(So after having me waterboarded with milk and whipped with electrical chains he just...goes to swaddling and brushing my hair...and they say I'm mad...) the fish could only think, feeling as his hair was skimmed and brushed in directions he knew he'd never style himself.

"What do you think?" Vox announced as he finished playing with his hair, taking a selfie to show the angler demon how he had styled it.

While he preferred it out of his face, slicked back and short. The TV had brushed it out for some of it to come closer to covering his eye on one side and the rest pointed down, the split evident in the middle.

(Think Levi Ackerman)

All he could say was that he didn't like it, much too messy.

"Not a fan?" Vox asked as if it wasn't obvious just by looking at the fish's scowl. Not that he was gonna change it, his wrist was starting to cramp.

Instead, he used Baxter's lack of arms to his advantage, enjoying the sights of just messing with the smaller sinner, such as playing with his fins, poking and squishing his cheeks, and bapping his lure. All gently of course.

Naturally, Baxter didn't take kindly to being poked and prodded. Annoyance overflowed whatever calm the TV was trying to accomplish.

Resuming his wriggling he had gotten a chance to get both arms out. Still weak but he could eventually lift them for a short while. Enough to try and create a barrier around his face.

"Oh, sorry, I just got you reworked up didn't I?" Vox laughed as he simply grabbed the hands and held them up with his strength.

Vox attempted re-swaddling for the third time, but Baxter refused to sit still, even when he placed him back on the floor to do it properly.

"Having trouble Voxy?" a sultry voice asked as a familiar figure came in unannounced.

Causing both Alastor and Baxter to look to the door, seeing a smiling Valentino walking towards them.

"How long have you been watching?" Vox sighed as Baxter resumed his struggle, pushing the blanket off his body completely.

"Enough to know you need help with your swaddling technique" Valentino laughed as he joined them in the playpen.

(I need an alarm, how did I not hear him?) Vox thought in confusion, only to see Baxter attempting to army crawl away after turning onto his stomach.

"although it looks like it can wait after someone has a change" Valentino cooed as he easily lifted the fish from the floor, letting out a quick "Ai I've mino chaquito" showing that he too had clearly missed the angler demon.

Baxter startled by the comment, turned to look down, only to see that the diaper had changed to bright baby blue.

(Oh god) Baxter cringed as it showed that the TV's claim was proven true, holding his arms over his eyes in embarrassment.

"Oh, is that why you were being so finicky?" Vox questioned as he laughed, walking up to join them as the fish was placed into a clean diaper.

"Don't forget the healing cream" Vox advised before Valentino fished diapering him up, with how intense the wounds looked, Vox made sure to get the numbing version.

"I know, Mi Amor" Valentino murmured, not appreciating the backseat changer.

"Daddy was so mean to poor little chaquito wasn't he, he's got so many heridas don't you " Valentino pouted, playing with the TV as he held the aggravated fish close to him, head under his chin as two fingers took their turn to squeeze his freckled cheeks.

"You want to keep playing "papi" you'll stop that, I'm trying to get those thoughts out of his head" Vox scolded as he snatched the fish back into his hold.

Only to earn another gasp of pain from the fish, once more his actions too hasty.

"Easy tonto, or you're gonna pull another stitch out of your baby doll, you know you need to be more careful with your toys" Valentino castigated as he watched the TV scramble to comfort his baby.

"Shit, yeah, alright," Vox said irritatedly, although it was clear it came from a place of panic, holding him gently with one arm under his diapered and the other securing him close to his chest on his back, bouncing him as he had just made him begin to cry.

"Why don't I show you how to properly swaddle and we put this little one to bed, have a chance to calm down" The moth offered sweetly and confidently, seeing the stress pouring from his partner.

"Yeah, you're probably right" Vox answered, deciding that would be for the best.

The two walked back to the playpen and back to the nest of blankets where he rested the still squirming angler demon.

Only for his fight to be halted as Valentino with one hand held him perfectly still as the other easily swaddled him. Only to then manoeuvre him onto his stomach and wrap a second blanket around him so he was doublly swaddled. Looking like an angry little present.

"But I need to ask, why aren't we using the sleep potions?" Valentino questioned as Vox picked the truly trapped Baxter in his hands.

"Because now that I have more time to spend with him I want to enjoy these cute little moments, besides, it's important for babies to self soothe" Vox explained as he placed the fish perfectly into the little bassinet, adding a further extra blanket with little shark prints on top of his swaddled form. Looking up to stare at the two overlords, he saw there was also a mobile with little shark figures.

(Can you stop talking like I'm an actual baby?! you can't train shit into me!) Baxter thought as he could no longer move a single part of his body to be wrapped too tightly. Beginning to get warm and it was becoming borderline uncomfortable.

Baxter expected them to leave, hoping to just be happy with him alone as he physically couldn't move. Instead, he felt him and the bassinet rock side to side and in the corner of his eye he saw the two had sat next to him, Vox had grabbed a book from wherever and looked like he was about to.

"Once upon a time-" The TV began to read.

(Oh for fucks sake!) Baxter grumbled in ridicule and exhaustion, pure disbelief at what he was being subjected to.

In the hopes of being able to escape in some way, he closed his eyes and prayed he could just sleep off this nightmare.

 

Sadly from Looking at the clock that he had been staring at each time he got a chance. He estimated that he only got around 4 hours sleep. Meaning that he still had 2 hours of this hell.

At least he was no longer under the watchful eyes of-

"Morning kiddo" Vox greeted as he seemed to somehow be alerted to the fish's awakening, popping his head to look down at him like a jumpscare.

(OH COME ON!) Baxter thought as he flinched at the sudden appearance

"Hope you had a nice nap but it's time for your bottle" Vox ushered as he picked the fish out of the bassinet. Only to shake a bottle of milk in front of him.

(Oh fuck that, not after last time) Baxter thought as he refused to take the teat, manoeuvring his head as far away as possible

"Aww, come on little guy, are you really gonna try this again, I promise it's just a normal bottle of milk" Vox chuckled at the fish's feeble attempt.

Yet Baxter wasn't buying it, already feeling his teeth grow longer and sharper defensively.

"Well I can't be expected to hold your noes, especially since you don't have one, but because of your poor wittle gills wouldn't be able to handle it" Vox commented as he had to think how to get the angler demon to drink.

Only for an ingenious thought to pop into his mind.

"Perhaps then, I should take a page out of Valentino's book?" Vox suggested as he began to lay the fish down on the floor.

However, before Baxter could question it, he saw as Vox began removing his socks.

"Wait!" Baxter cried as he understood what his boss was about to do.

"Too late" Vox sang as he began tickling his sensitive soles.

Perhaps having no feeling in your feet was beneficial Baxter thought as he toiled to try and fight against his instincts, clenching as many muscles and his teeth as best he could.

"Come on, how come Valentino gets to make you laugh and not your daddy?" Vox coaxed as he simply continued to tickle every part of his feet, not bothering with his sides as he knew it would only distress him instead.

"Ppleae, stawp" Baxter begged through gritted teeth, hand slamming below him in an attempt to relieve the tension.

"Nope, I want to hear that sweet melody" Vox denied as he stroked the sole, only to hit the sweet spot.

Earning a bushel of uncontrollable laughter as Baxter trembled and kicked out sporadically from the giggle-inducing stroking.

"Ah, there it is, just as hypnotic as I remembered" Vox awed as he made sure to tickle that spot mercilessly.

"I didn't realise how ticklish your feet were, this a great way to stop your frowning, don't you think?" Vox teased, enjoying this much more than the fish it seemed.

"N,noohahaoah" The angler demon begged incoherently.

"Really? Because I think you love this, you missed Daddy didn't you?" Vox asked, sounding a little pathetic for wanting that confirmation but he didn't care.

"NonahnooooI, don't!" Baxter laughed, the 'don't' almost being a shriek by how desperate the fish was becoming.

"I don't believe you" Vox answered, refusing to believe his honest words.

"IhahahstawphahahpleaseIcan't!" Baxter beseeched as the laughing started to feel painful, almost like he was going to start heaving or dry coughing.

At this Vox stopped, allowing the poor fish to breathe.

"We'll keep working on it, it is just day one of you returning" Vox stated as he petted the fish's messed-up hair before reaching for the bottle once more.

"Now, do I need to continue tickling or are you going to be a good baby and take your milk?" Vox asked as he shook the bottle in front of the fish's tear-filled eyes.

Not wanting any more of that suffering, Baxter saw his only way out was to drink. So fighting all resistance he opened his mouth for the teat. Yet, after taking one sip, he immediately tried spitting out by surprise.

"Easy kiddo" Vox encouraged, seemingly to be just as surprised by the reaction as the fish himself, reaching for a loose blanket to wipe away the spray.

It was sweet, much too sweet, like a sugar block was hidden by the vision of milk, causing him to cough so as not to choke on the surprise flavour.

"Sorry, should have said, it's a new recipe, sweeter than the regular milk you have" Vox apologised as he tried to put the teat back into his mouth. However Baxter further refused, there was no way he could stomach something so sickly and be expected to keep it down.

"Let's not start throwing a tantrum, I don't have anything else for you to have today, but I'll try finding better later ok" Vox said as he stroked his bare sole quickly, allowing him to place the teat back into his mouth.

(No, it's too much) Baxter begged as he shook his head pleadingly, not wanting to relive his time of torture once more.

However, like so many times before, Vox only had to give him a stern look, telling him that he was not the one in charge and to get on with it.

So holding his breath he gulped it down fast, holding his breath in the hopes of confusing his taste buds. However, Vox didn't seem to like that either.

"Hey, no, you're going to throw up if you continue like that, take it easy ok" Vox scolded, not wanting to wash milk out of his suit, or re-wrap milk bandages. (he really should have gotten a bib now that he thought about it)

"I can't Baxter cried tirelessly, anger once more starting to grow at how Vox continued to push him.

"Mind that tone mister" Vox continued to scold, placing the bottle down and holding the fish up so he could meet him in the eye.

"You want me to drink, you don't want me, pick a lane already!" Baxter yelled as loudly as his voice allowed him, his anger at the level where he didn't care about the consequences.

"I knew that hotel was going to be a bad influence, but I didn't think it would end up with you being this bad" Vox grumbled at what he saw he was going to have to work through.

(The sooner I'm back there the better) Baxter thought as he looked at the clock, only one hour left.

However, Vox met that gaze and looked to see what he was seeing, and to say he wasn't happy was an understatement.

"Are you that excited to get back? do you resent me that much?!" Vox questioned, building up the guilt and manipulation as high as possible.

(No, where would you get an idea like that, not like you forced me to play this dehumanizing game against my will) Baxter thought sarcastically as he rolled his eyes at the attempts.

"Oh, so silent treatment now?" Vox continued to question, being unable to register how the fish was treating him right now.

"Again, do you want me to talk or not? you make no sense!" Baxter called, having enough of never being able to abide by the boss's twisted wishes.

"Answer the question" Vox growled dangerously, a final warning.

"Which one, or both because they can be answered the same" Baxter asked, voice filled with venom and snark.

A tense moment of silence filled the room before Vox decided he had, had enough.

"Never mind that gives me my answer" Vox stated with a strained huff.

The angler fish would have considered that a win, only to be lifted and back onto the changing mat.

"If that's the case, then perhaps they can be the ones to deal with your little messes" Vox declared as he he placed him into a smaller but still sealed diaper.

Baxter realising what that meant immediately went onto the defensive, realising just how badly he screwed himself over.

"Vox pleas-" Baxter tried, hoping to apologise fast enough, but the damage was already done.

"No, no, you hurt daddy's feelings just now, and I know we're working on it, but this will remind you that despite living that princess, you will still receive fitting punishments" Vox declared as he began re-dressing the fish back into his lab gear.

"I hurt, YOUR feelings?!" Baxter asked with incredulity, Rage boiling over any sense of reason in his mind to try and do some damage control, deciding to go big and then go home.

"Oh yes, because after everything you've made me do, everything you did to me! It's your feelings that have to be considered" Baxter yelled, long-awaited fury.

"We'll continue working on this tomorrow, hopefully, you'll be a bit calmer to be reasonable. After witnessing this attitude of yours to me, I will make sure to update our plans to make it better" Vox replied simply, ignoring the fish's outbursts as he allowed it flow over his back, despite how his face twinged with the want to snap back.

"Until then, I think we need some space to calm down" Vox announced, continuing to avoid Baxters bait into an argument as he finally finished dressing him.

Creating a portal he held Baxter at arm's length, only to place him on the steps and walk up to ring the doorbell.

"Have a good night baby" Vox smiled dangerously as he left Baxter on the doorsteps like a useless father dropping their child at an orphanage.

"BASTARD" Baxter roared once the portal had disappeared, breathing ragged as he began coughing, the taste of blood returning from all his talking and shouting.

"Baxter?!" Charlie asked as she was surprised by the disruptions outside, only to see it was a distressed angler demon on his side on their steps.

"Are you ok, I, I'll get the wheelchair or-" Charlie offered as she ran to meet him, checking him over, confused to see him home so early, let alone just lying on their steps.

"Charlie" Baxter called before she could run back in.

"yes?" Charlie replied gently, worried by the fish's tone.

"I fucked up" Baxter admitted as he held himself close, feeling the walls he had built around him finally crumble.

Chapter 42: fiery consequences

Notes:

I just wanted to shout out to everyone who gave such kind and supportive feedback when I asked about the future of this fic. I'm thrilled you're enjoying it and are excited to see what is to come. I didn't want this to be the end and am happy that you're enjoying how Baxter and the others are being written. So again, thank you all and hope you enjoy the next chapters :)

Once Charlie had been able to retrieve the wheelchair that she kept by the door, she helped escort Baxter back to his room, allowing for a private moment for them to talk.

"What happened?" Charlie asked her worry as obvious as how much Baxter was trembling since he came back, voice low and from what she could gather, terrified.

"I, I wasn't thinking and my emotions got the best of me, I wasn't thinking" Baxter stuttered as he stared into his lap, recapping what had happened during his time away from the sanctuary of the hotel, already feeling his breathing becoming strained and difficult.

"Easy, breathe with me, in for in for 3 out for 4" Charlie encouraged, seeing the panic growing in the fish's expression, needing him to calm down before he started hyperventilating.

However as his breathing relaxed, it only made the fish's anxiety turn into despair.

"I, I just make everything worse for myself, I, I can't think, why can't I-" Baxter choaked out in misery, already feeling his adrenaline-depleting.

"Baxter-" Charlie began as she sat on the bed beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"You've gone through a lot in the past weeks since we've known you, I can't imagine the other stuff you've been through, let alone all the stuff Vox's put in your system, so you have to give your brain time to get rid of it, you need to go easier on yourself" Charlie continued compassionately, hoping that would ease his worries and expectations, she wouldn't expect him to be in the best shape after everything, it would be unfair.

"How can I when I now have to ask...." Baxter started to ask, only for what the question was, and turned his despair into a startled fluster, shutting his mouth before he shouted it out.

"Ask what?" Charlie questioned curiously, seeing how Baxter began squeezing his fists even more shakily only to emit a massive defeated sigh, fins drooping as he hesitantly looked back up.

"Because of my actions and outbursts Vox has...placed me in, clothing I am unable to remove myself" Baxter admitted timidly, unable to meet her directly in the eyes.

"Clo-oh!" Charlie uttered, only for the realisation hit her like a tone of bricks.

"Oh Baxter I'm sorry, let me just get Husk or-" Charlie stated as she rushed onto her feet, the need to help her friend powerful, but unsure where it needed to be directed, only for Baxter to pause her in her steps.

"It...it can only be taken off by someone who is on Vox's or above his power level" The angler demon spoke with more tension, hating this conversation with every fibre of his being.

"Oh, ok right" Charlie announced as her understanding expanded. No wonder he was so uncomfortable sharing this information. From what she knew, no one was on that power scale except Alastor or herself in the hotel, and she very doubted that Alastor would ever willingly do something like that, not that she believed Baxter would ever allow him to do such a thing as that either.

She, on the other hand, well she had already done it before and couldn't watch a friend clearly in distress suffer any further, so-

"Ok, I'll help unlock the seal and Husk can help with the rest, how does that sound?" Charlie offered compassionately, wanting to reduce the amount of uneasiness that had been built into the room.

The angler demon was still apprehensive, but out of all the options this had to be the least uncomfortable.

"Ok," Baxter uttered stiffly, seeing no way out of it or any better alternative.

So with Baxter's approval, Charlie moved away from the end of his coat to reach the top of his pants. Shuffling them down to where the clips of the diaper rested on his hips. As she unclipped them, it let out a puff of blue smoke to tell them that the seal had truly been unlocked.

Charlie clipped them back to place, now without a seal it would allow anyone to unclip without hassle. Shuffling his pants back up to try and cover the diaper (despite how the frills stuck out to where his belly button was) and allowed the coat to once more hide his legs.

"There, ok I'll get husk and.." Charlie resumed as she stood back up. Only as she turned back up to see Baxter's face, perhaps she shouldn't have been so surprised to see it was glowing as brightly blue as a blueberry, embarrassment and frustration entirely clear as he had clenched his teeth to try and make the interaction bearable.

"I know you may not want to now, but please remember I'm here if you ever need to talk or-" Charlie tried to relieve but Baxter still wouldn't meet her eyes.

"Please just get the bartender" The angler demon practically begged through his clenched teeth.

So without any other ideas of how to help, she simply nodded in understanding before going to grab Husk, understanding he just needed some space to breathe.

 

After Husk had been asked to help Baxter, Charlie decided to head up to see Vaggie, she seemed nervous about going to heaven, thus as her amazing girlfriend she would go to try and boost that confidence. Unaware of what would happen downstairs.

 

"You alright now kid," Husk asked the two decided to exit the room, Baxter wanting to build more arm strength, decided to wheel himself around the hotel. He also wanted to reduce the dependency required from others, wanting to gain back more of his independence.

"I'm fine, but can you stop calling me kid, I'm sure I'm much older than you" Baxter urged with little annoyance, doing his best to keep up with the cat's speed, which luckily Husk took into consideration as he lazily slowed down his steps.

"Sorry but to me all you fuckers are kids" Husk shrugged as he took a swig of his cheap booze.

"How so, I died in the 1910s, and other than Sir Pentious and a few rare demons, I know, eradicated or arrived after that time" Baxter challenged.

"Don't matter what year you died, it's how old you were, and you don't give me the impression of someone who died in their 60s" Husk responded carefreely like he had won the argument already.

"T, that's not how that works" Baxter exclaimed in disbelief at what he was hearing.

"Prove it" Husk shrugged once more as the two entered the living room.

"Prove it? It's simple!-" Baxter tried to argue back, only for a very irritated and tense angel dust to turn to them from the couch.

"Shh, I'm trying to watch some gay porn here!" Angel hushed aggressively before slumping back.

"Geez, touchy" Husk uttered as he went to sit next to the spider, the poor fish stuck in place by the hollering.

"Oh you'd be too if your boss had been making you do nothing but "straight" jobs all day, like breaking my arms not bad enough, now I have to have sex with only women to make "more money", yeah fucking right" Angel growled, clearly pent up.

"We're not sorry to break up your usual smut for an important news announcement" shouted the voice of Katie killjoy, destroying what little relief the spider was getting from and angering him again.

"A few hours ago we were alerted to the news that it seems that the cryptid side of Pentagram City had caught fire, destroying 500 acres of land" The news report continued, showing the fiery and smokey wreckage.

"Wait where?!-" Baxter emitted as he moved closer to the screen, looking closer into the devastation until his eyes spotted it.

"That's my apartment!" Baxter screeched in incredulity.

"Oh, tough break" Angel cringed as he watched the fish groan in frustration, this was the last thing he needed today, it wasn't uncommon for a random arsonist to just set fire in hell but still-

"Ah yes, I believe I heard all about that while I was out, a lot of homes lost, although I haven't the foggiest why that mediocre media mess would just go and arson so willy nilly" Alastor inputted as he strolled through, hearing the news but side eying the TV.

A moment of silence filled the void until they could physically hear the fish's neck snap towards him.

"Vox?" Baxter whispered darkly.

"Oh yes, those pestering flying contraptions had arrived before the fire had even started, coincidence surely not" Alastor elaborated, not taking heed to the fish's new aura.

"So he intentionally burnt all that area just to target Baxter's flat?" Sir pentious asked in surprise, startling the others with his presence, being so quiet everyone forgot he was there.

"Precisely my dear Wattson" Alastor crooned, clearly enjoying his part in playing Sherlock.

"That-fucking!" Baxter growled as realization sunk in.

It was no coincidence, this was intentional, and Vox made sure he knew it.

Before Baxter could finish he turned his way back to his room without another word.

"Baxter wait" Sir pentious called, only for Husk to stop him.

"Leave him" Husk ordered calmly.

"But-" Sir pentious tried to argue, not liking the face the angler demon was showing, but Husk stood his ground.

"Give him a sec" Husk advised further, knowing the last thing the angler demon needed was someone trying to "calm" him down.

There was a series of mad screaming and yelling, the nickname "BASTARD!" being the loudest and most audible thing that was being roared, things being thrown and a crash, followed by a moment of silence before repeating.

"What is happening?!" The voice of Vaggie asked as she, Charlie and Niffty (who had been chasing more bugs) rushed in to see what was going on.

"Oh nothing to worry about, it's just the doctor finding out that the ahem "bastard" had burnt his home to nothing but ash" Alastor explained passively.

"Wait, what?!" Charlie cried in shock at the sudden news, the dear calm tone not easing any of the unpleasant surprises.

"Oooh fire" Niffty giggled excitedly despite the circumstances.

"Safe to say he is not taking it well" Alastor added with one of his brighter smiles.

"Yeah, no shit" Husk commented with aggravation.

"That's horrible, I should-" Charlie whispered as she began to slowly walk to the fish room, only to be halted by a pink glove.

"No need, I'll talk to him" Angel Dust decided.

"I wouldn't-" Husk further tried to advise, but Angel just turned to him confidently.

"Trust me, Val pulled all that type of shit before I came here, I know what I'm doing" the spider convinced before strutting his way to the fish's room.

"Ok, just, let us know if you both need anything" Charlie called hesitantly as the group watched the spider give a silent thumbs up before entering the fish enclosure.

 

When Angel opened the door, he supposed he shouldn't have been that surprised by the damage that had been done to the room. All the clothes, including the mattress, curtains, pillows, duvet etc had scratches and teeth tears and marks. The loose furniture seemed to suffer a similar fate as they also had seemed to have fallen. Plastic cup and jug in pieces with evidence of blood and cracked points and spilt water all over the carpet.
However the most evident was the TV from where a heavy breathing noise was coming from.

The electronics screen had been completely punched in, more blood dripping off the black shards, sparks flying that were egging on to start smoking. And right at the back, the form of Baxter who had fallen off his wheelchair (it being the only thing still intact, turned to its side as one of its wheels continued to turn) currently using his unbelievably large grown teeth, chewing the wires he had ripped out of the TV like it was their organs. From his snarling, it was clear a more animalistic side had taken over but started to run out of energy to keep at it, simply staying still, catching his breath as red slowly dissipated from his vision.

"Need some help shortie?" Angel asked as he rested on the bed, trying to not let the state of the room distract him.

"Leave me be" Baxter growled as he spat out the wires, bloody drool leaking as he rested on the ground, tiredness consuming him.

"Wanna talk about it?" Angel continued, lighting a cigarette, he was gonna need a lot to get him relaxed for this conversation.

"I SAID LEA-" Baxter began to yell before the spider puffed out the smoke.

"Nah, you said leave me be, not get out" Angel claimed cheekily as he waved a single finger.

"OH, apologies, I should have been more fucking specific" Baxter apologised so sarcastically that it was practically dripping toxic.

"Apology accepted" Angel simply answered back, wanting to know this attitude wasn't going to affect him.

"GAH!" Baxter in frustration threw a shard in the spider's direction, Angel knew he was trying to aim it at him but he wasn't going to comment, not as he watched him begin to defetadly sink the rest of his body to the floor.

"Look I get it" Angel restarted, deciding to go on a more gentle approach, flicking the cigarette to the side.

"Val pulled the same shut all the time, like one time I was able to save some rent for a crummy place in a sleazy street close to the studio, and before my first week he had bought the place for 10 times more than I could save up, turned it into a fucking drug store too, forced me to stay at his or I'd have ended homeless..." Angel said, remembering that night, how he felt like his last bit of hope was long, before shaking his head back to the present.

"If it wasn't for this hotel, well I'd probably still be there, chained to his side" Angel finished, he'd never admit it, especially to Charlie, but he was grateful that she had reached out to him, given him some freedom in this hell.

"So what, I'm supposed to be grateful that unlike you, I had this hotel before I reached to that point?" Baxter groaned like he was being lectured for why he should be thankful and all that junk.

"Oh no Bax, you got every right to be pissed" The porn star laughed, quick to make sure that, that wasn't what he wasn't trying to get at.

"Pissed? pissed doesn't even begin to cover it!" Baxter asked indecorously as the roaring rage once more began to return.

"I have worked for that man for centuries! Only for him to reduce me to nothing! Immobilise me to the point of infancy, humiliating me, belittling me and now-" the fish continued, gripping the shards of glass harder.

"NOW, HE GOES AND DESTROYS MY PERSONAL LIVESTOCK!" Baxter screamed as he grabbed the last of the TV.

"HE'D BE NOTHING WITHOUT ME, AND THIS IS MY REWARD?!" Baxter finished with a howl as he plunged the shards inside, destroying the entire inner workings of the electronic, only for it to end up cracking in half.

Angel held still as he allowed the angler demon's madness to calm down, currently not wanting to get any glass shards in himself.

 

"I, I, I'll kill him, I'll fucking kill him, eradicate him from this realm" Baxter proclaimed as he balanced on one of the TV's halves, breathing ragged as he stared at his shaking glassfilled and bleeding hands.

"How'd you do it?" The voice of Angel asked, helping to guide Baxter's mind back to reality, looking back it seemed that the porn star was now next to him, kneeling where there wasn't any glass and with the first aid kit in hand.

"Huh?" Baxter emitted as he simply allowed the spider to take a look at his hands.

"Kill him? I'd personally use my tommy guns if I'm being tame, but you can't go wrong with a classic" Angel explained, enjoying the thought as he took off the fish's gloves and began to carefully remove the shards.

"Hmmm," Baxter hummed, trying to get his mind off the now searing pain he recognised coming from his bloodied webbed hands, luckily the person dealing with it had 3 pairs of hands, making the operation 3 times more faster and efficient.

"Well, Turning his sharks against him would be a fine irony, or perhaps-" Baxter began as his mind filled with all the torturous methods his twisted mind could come up with.

This led to some of the most graphic detailed and horrific acts that even Angel started to feel nervous, and he had seen, heard and felt a lot of fucked up shit.

"All alright easy, just had my dinner" Angel said as he could feel his organs trying to hide away from the fish themselves.

Earning a small but genuine laugh from the angler demon.

"Apologies, I forget how sensitive the brain can be to such details" Baxter smirked, earning a tightened pull from the bandages the spider had finished wrapping.

"Anyways, thank you, for not trying to pander or "empower" Baxter said gratefully, holding his hands back into himself.

"All you need is a good rant from time to time, so don't sweat it" Angel winked as the two remained on the floor.

"So, you lose anything important?" Angel asked as he remembered all the expensive stuff he had lost himself in the past thanks to Valentino.

"Well my equipment and research but as annoying as that is, it isn't the first time I've had to do a full replacement, that's why I keep all my notes locked away on a system I created for my eyes only" Baxter described, there wasn't much of a loss, but some of that limited edition equipment was upsetting to lose.

"So why get so beat up if you can get everything back so easily?" Angel asked in confusion.

"It's the principle of the matter, he deliberately went out of his way to make my life more miserable, I doubt I am going to get a penny back from the insurance for how dodgy that place was and a serum that I had been wanting to receive..fuck" Baxter continued, only for more realisation to hit, keep this up and he was going to become unconscious.

"But didn't you say all that stuff's locked on a website right? what's so important by that one thing?" The porn actor added further.

"It was a serum for, my current situation" The fish disclosed hesitantly, hoping that the spider would know what he meant.

"Ah, gotcha" Angel uttered, showing that Baxter's assumption was correct.

"Ugh, if I just had a lab or just fucking stand I could-" Baxter grumbled tiredly as he tried to think of a way to try and think of how he could get back his progress.

"Wait, lab?! you had a lab in your dingy little place?" Angel stated, suddenly more energized by the news.

"I'm a scientist of course I had one, why's that so amusing?" Baxter commented as he didn't understand why the spider became so eager.

"Nothing, just, that's some proper baking bad shit" The spider laughed as he imagined Baxter in a scene of the show, a very funny picture.

"What?" Baxter hummed in deeper confusion.

"You never heard of it?" Angel asked in disbelief.

To which Baxter simply shook his head.

"Oh we are so gonna watch that-" Angel exclaimed.

Only for the TV to finally catch up to what had been done to it and begin to catch fire.

"Once your vendetta over normal TVs is under control" Angel announced as he quickly grabbed Baxter before the fire could reach him. Meanwhile, he used his other set of arms to grab the fire extinguisher that was in every room of the hotel.

"Ow!" Baxter uttered as Angel sprayed the extinguisher, oblivious to how much he was swinging the fish while in his grasp.

"Sorry babes, but this is what you get for falling so close and deciding to pick a fight with an inanimate object" Angel commented as he tried being less rough on the fish's injuries, moving on to place the wheelchair upright.

"I didn't fall I just, miscalculated the chair's ability to function" Baxter argued sheepishly as he was placed back into the seat.

"Sure thing sugar" Angel laughed, giving the angler demon hair a quick tussle.

"Just text me if ya need to rant like this again, hell we can invite Husky, know he'd love to do some overlord bashing," Angel said as he winked once more.

"I don't doubt it" Baxter replied, only for the two to hear the door of the room open, revealing a very frantic-looking Charlie and Vaggie.

"We smelt smoke-" Vaggie began only for Charlie to begin unable to keep quiet anymore.

"Sorry I just, heard what happened, and I am so sorry that happened, of course, welcome to stay at the hotel, but don't feel like we're forcing you to, that's your choice and I'll make sure to get into contact with the insurance company so anything you need-" Charlie exclaimed rapidly, but was cut off once Baxter began rolling closer to meet face to face.

"Charlie, I appreciate all you've done but there's no need to go through all the effort, it's been enough of you housing me whilst in my circumstances," Baxter said graciously, not wanting any more drama tonight, not having any more energy to do so anyway.

"Didn't take you for a humble, although I didn't take you for such a savage either" Alastor quipped as he also entered the room, taking a look around at the damage Baxter had done in his frantic rage, the sad part was that, if he had possession of his legs it would be much worse.

"Right, apologies for the room's state" the angler demon apologised awkwardly, seeing how the other demons were looking around with astonishment and stupefaction.

"Think none of it, if I had Vox as my boss I'd surely have done the same haha" Alastor chuckled as the laugh track played like they were in the middle of a sitcom.

"Oho, so messy" the voice of Niffty chuckled as she squeezed herself in to see, laughing like a gremlin, both hating the mess but impressed by the fish's destruction.

"Um yes, so maybe we can pick you out a new room, we can have this fixed in the morning" Charlie offered as she decided it wouldn't be safe to let Baxter stay in the room.

Leaving Niffty to gawk over the wreck, Charlie showed Baxter to a cleaner room, still on the first floor but without the memories of what the fish had been through, feeling like a new start.

"You'll be leaving in the next couple of days won't you?" Baxter asked cautiously as a pressing matter had been brought to his mind.

"Yes, me and Vaggie will be attending our meeting with heaven, we are determined to make them hear what we have to say about the hotel and redemption and to stop exterminations" Charlie proclaimed proudly, like she was already starting her speech.

"But it'll just be for the day we'll be back before night, we should be anyways" Charlie added, quick to try and reassure the smaller demon.

(What if he does the same thing while you're gone) he wanted to ask, he did, yet that rice grain of pride that remained kept his mouth clamped shut.

However, it seemed Charlie was able to pick up on the fish's uneasiness.

"But if anything happens, Vox pulls anything, you call me, and I will be there as fast as I can " Charlie asserted as she placed her phone number in his hand.

Baxter stared at the series of numbers on the slip of paper, hands shaking like he had been given a physical form of hope.

"But it should be fine, you have Angel, husk and of course Alastor to make sure you're safe while we're gone" Charlie added with a smile.

"Define safety while in hell" Baxter quipped with as much irony as he could muster.

Chapter 43: A delusional disaster

Just like yesterday, everyone had waited for Vox to appear alongside Baxter, now with the company of Angel in replacement of Alastor, He had errands to run and couldn't stay with the rest of them, deciding to take Niffty as well it seemed as if she was also missing.

The portal had opened once more, but it also seemed that Vox wanted to change things up, not having to bring Valentino with him.

"Ah, I see why you like travelling like this so much, much more efficiently" Valentino purred as he walked out.

"Told ya, and it looks like we'll always get a welcome party" Vox commented on the just as threatening stares he received yesterday.

"Well we don't have time to mingle, let's go mi bonita" Valentino grinned as he grabbed Angel's arm to drag him to his chest, using his long tongue to keep him there.

Husk couldn't help but growl at the sight, pupils sharpened as his ears lay flat against his head, but for Angel's safety, he had to stay put, controlling the side that wanted to slice the moth's head clean off.

Vox in turn was about to grab the fish similar to he did yesterday before a spear blocked his path.

"Not so fast, I need a word with you" Charlie 0inturupted before either overlord could swoop their contracted souls away.

"Whatever is the matter your majesty?" Vox asked, calmly lowering the spear down himself with a single finger.

"We heard what happened in the cryptid area, the massive fire" Charlie continued with contained anger.

"Ah yes, such a tragedy for you I can see" Valentino commented with a laugh, he had some sluts up that area but it was the place that made him the least money so he didn't care.

"Don't play coy, we know you were the one behind it, your cameras were everywhere, not to mention it just so happened after Baxter came back?" Vaggie stated as she had been informed of what had happened, and despite her inner demons, she knew she couldn't continue hiding in her room, especially if things like this continued happening, she had to be there to protect them for as long as she could when she was there.

"Yeah, and after a fight you two had?!" Charlie added.

"Charlie!" Baxter exclaimed in disbelief, did she not realise what she just meant by that, what she had just revealed?

"Oh, a fight you say? are those exact words Baxter?" Vox asked as he leaned over, looking at Baxter dead in the eye, sparks of electricity dancing around his face, especially around his wide but strained smile.

"What else did he tell you?" Vox questioned as he straightened back up to speak to the princess.

"That's not the point, don't try turning this on him when all of this has been your fault" Vaggie inputted as she lifted the spear higher threateningly.

"Well from what you say, you're only guessing it's me due to my drones? they're always going around trying to find news, are you saying I am not able to do my job without causing suspicion?" Vox continued to interrogate, leaning into her face as much as he could.

"no I-" Charlie stuttered as he once more overwhelmed her.

"Well if that's the case, what else do you want to tell me? Do you have any proof for me suspected arson? Or can you let us get back on with our day" Vox hurriedly clapped his hands twice with impatience.

Vaggie shook her head in fury, seeing how Charlie was being disrespected, only for Charlie herself to lower the better moth's spear, giving her a small shake.

Gave a sorry look to the fish as he was plucked from the wheelchair once more, but this time cradled into Vox's arms (perhaps it was worse than the pain).

"Let us know if you find anything, never been to court, would love to see what it's all about" Vox laughed as both he and Valentino walked through the portal with both their prisoners.

 

"I need to drop Ángel mío off to his shoot, I'll be back up after" Valentino announced as the portal closed, petting the spider's hair despite how much he was trying to look away.

"Sounds good, I need to talk with my little scientist anyways," Vox said just as friendly, holding the fish even closer than it looked painful.

Angel Dust looked for understanding and "good luck" before he was escorted away. Leaving both TV and fish alone.

The friendly atmosphere depleted completely as Baxter was moved onto the changing mat.

"It seems you just can't keep your mouth shut can you?" Vox asked rhetorically as he gathered the equipment he needed.

"Vox I didn't tell her anything that it was about, please I-" Baxter immediately tried to pursue, he knew how it sounded from charlies words but if he could just-

"Shh, be quiet and take this" Vox instructed as he refused to hear what the fish had to say he retrieved a pill from within his coat.

A red and blue pill....an obedience pill.

While the liquid form is just as efficient, the pill was instant as soon as it was gulped down.

"Sir please I-" Baxter begged as he wanted that as far away from him as physically possible.

"You can either take it yourself or I will shove it down your throat" Vox threatened calmly, his face blank as he held the pill above his mouth.

And as tempting as it sounded to bite the TV's hand off, he doubted that would end well, he just knew electricity in your mouth would end in tragedy.

So without a way out he opened, he hesitantly opened his mouth. In turn, Vox dropped the pill inside, watching as he closed it and swallowed.

After a thorough check of his mouth, ensuring he wasn't hiding it behind his tongue, tooth, etc. before letting him be.

"Good, now, from now on I don't want to hear anything but coos and goos from you" Vox announced as he clicked his fingers as if he were placing a magic curse on him.

And just as Baxter tried to beg him "not to do this", his words were slurred into baby gibberish.

Looking in horror as he tried to say something, only for more and more baby talk to be emitted.

(No no no this can't be!) Baxter delved, this was just like his horrific nightmare, only now he knew it was real.

"Unless you try calling me, I do enjoy you calling me daddy, don't think I haven't noticed the lack of that" Vox scolded lightly despite the Baxter's internal turmoil, watching each baby-like whine made the fish more and more horrified.

"Now don't get yourself into a fuss, I could have silenced you completely if I wanted to" Vox implied as he began changing him into a more "fitting" outfit.

The massive padded diaper made its return, alongside a dark blue turning to the turquoise onesie, although the onesie didn't accommodate the size of the diaper and made it look even bigger.

"S, stop it, it's too small!" Baxter begged as he tried stopping the TV demon buttoning it up as it was becoming too tight.

"Simmer down, it's all alright now" Vox instructed as he continued being oblivious to the main issue, finished buttoning him despite how the material stretched, meaning the diaper was poking out, yet despite that Vox simply brought him back into his arms to coddle.

Walking back to the playpen he placed Baxter back in the nest of blankets before going off to find some more bottles.

Knowing what the blankets meant, Baxter tried to get out. Turning onto his side to roll on his stomach the fish attempted to stand.

He had finally gotten all of his arm muscles back, yet his legs just refused to work. He was able to get onto his knees, but as he tried standing on the front of his feet, putting most of his weight on the arms he attempted to get up.

Only as he tried to step with a leg it slipped on the blankets, causing him to fall back on his stomach, his legs falling further apart than the diaper had already made them.

(Come on!) Baxter grumbled as his face burned from embarrassment.

A "pfft" noise was heard from behind, only for it to turn to rip-roaring laughter.

Of course, Vox had seen.

He had seen everything, saw his ego being shattered, his pride ripped away, his VOICE, EVERYTHING.

Baxter was at his limit.

Vox's laughter began to die down, only for a muffled series of screams to replace it.

"Oh dear me" Vox coaxed as he wiped a tear away from his eye, watching as the poor fish screamed into the pile of blankets below him.

"Is someone having a temper tantrum over something so small?" Vox persisted as he walked back into the playpen, sitting down next to where the fish was babbling a mouthful.

"No need to be upset, you'll learn to walk when you're older" Vox tried to soothe, only to be responded with a still angry fish hitting the surface below and continuing his yelling.

Vox simply played with the prepared bottlehead as he waited for the fish to regain his composure.

"Are you done now?" Vox asked as he heard the yelling start to be muffled quieter

"Did that feel bet-" Vox was about to condescend further as he tried scooping him up to feed, only for his outbursts to reignite, the muffled barrier lost, meaning Vox was getting a very high-pitched earful.

"Baxter quiet now!" Vox commanded as he felt his patience coming to an end.

However, despite being forcefully silenced, the fish restarted his slapping movements but is better described as flailing now, practically sporadically as he refused to be held still anymore in the TV's hold.

"What's with all the screaming in here?" the voice of Valentino asked as he re-entered the room before Vox could finish his sigh.

"Just dealing with a meltdown it seems" Vox soughed as he tried holding the fish closer despite the violent movements.

"This hotel is such a bad influence on our babies, soon as we pursue them to leave, the better" Valentino stated as the pink venom on his lips oozed, what drink he had in his hand had been shattered by the clear rage he had concentrated.

"Indeed, this is even after the obedience pill, and he still thinks he's got free will" Vox laughed due to the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Let me try, you do need to make your orders clearer Mi amor" Valentino offered as he stepped inside the pen himself, placing him in front of the struggling blue pair.

"Chaquito, sit still" Valentino ordered gently, using his finger to hook the lure, always being drawn to it each time he saw him.

Baxter with no choice but to obey, stared murderously at the moth before continuing his struggles with his arms and head, trying to push himself out of the grip, no matter how pointless it was, he wasn't in the mood for peace or obedience, as much as he could fight it, he would.

"See, not so easy" Vox teased as he looked at the slightly irritated moth, clearly not enjoying having been shown wrong.

"Put your thumb in your mouth and suck it" Valentino continued to order, to which the fish did on command.

Yet before the fish could process what he had just been asked, Valentino continued his orders.

"Good boy, now let the rest of your body go limp and if you try screaming or yelling again, you'll continue making those adorable baby whines" Valentino controlled as he bent the pill's power to his will.

Baxter felt his body obey, feeling floppy as he had to rely on Vox to keep him upright, the only movement he could feel was his thumb being sucked in his mouth mindlessly, not that he had any.

(H, he's paralysed me..again) Baxter thought tearfully.

"Isn't that better now, not so loud and so much more lindo" Valentino exclaimed out loud as if he was complementing the work he'd finished on a project, bopping the fish's noes as Vox looked down in relaxation.

"So much better, thanks babe, guessing for a reward you'll want to join in" Vox laughed as Baxter scrunched his face at the situation.

"Ahm I will need to take that offer another day, currently need to focus on my baby before that" Valentino shrugged with a tinge of annoyance.

"Oh yeah, heard you got him on the straight and lesbian routes for a week" Vox replied questioningly.

"He's lucky that's all I'm doing after his little stunt, but I don't want to give the baby nightmares talking about it" Valentino commented as he tried to reign in his violent tendencies, staring at Baxter to which the fish couldn't help but look away from in uneasiness.

"Or the princess back on our cases" Vox added, becoming as heated as his moth boyfriend.

Meanwhile, Baxter had been thinking how to try and make his body move on his own, trying not to pay much mind to the conversation, it wasn't a surprise he an angel weren't getting away from their consequences scot-free, but forcefully making the spider make love to a gender he has no interest in, he couldn't help but feel sick on the others behalf.

That was when he felt it.

The first sense of feeling back to his backside beside pressure....and that was cold and wet.

When Valentino told him to go limp, he of course didn't say how limp it seemed.

Not allowing himself to stay in a condition that he now realised he was in he tried getting their attention, as much as he liked having it off him for a change, he liked not sitting in a state even more.

The goo's and babbles being immitted through his thumb-stuck mouth, and as agonizing as it was to hear himself articulate such sounds, he'd hope the overlords would focus on it quickly.

"Ah, seems someone's calmed down and ready to talk with us again" Valentino cooed as the two-faced back down to the fish.

"Yeah, you calmed down now" Vox also cooed.

"Yes yes, just, just get me out of this you dicks" Baxter tried to say, only to be translated into the commanded gibberish, if he was forced to be like this, might as well say what he wanted.

"Hmm, seems like he wants to play" the moth egged on.

"No!" the fish exclaimed, coming out with a high-pitched whine.

"Is that so, you want to play with Daddy?" Vox asked patronizingly, turning the fish to face him.

"No! Just use your brain for once you bumbling Neanderthal" Baxter yelled as the fusses grew and grew, starting to have drool dripping from the fish's lips with all the complaining.

"Oh, I think he needs changing before that," Valentino said as he luckily saw the different colour shade of blue poking out of the onesie.

(Oh thank fuck) Baxter grumbled in resistant relief as he saw Vox realise, smiled with pity and stand up, being taken to the changing mat with the moth on their tail.

"Gotta say, isn't it a bit too big for him, unless it's another one of your ki-" Valentino began to question before getting hit on the top of the head.

"Shut up you douche" Vox scolded before starting to change the fish.

"They are this big and padded because we need to keep him safe and protected don't we, he's just too delicate and vulnerable right now isn't he, can't even start to think about letting him back into work" Vox declared coddling compassion at the fishes expense.

Baxter knew what he was saying was all bullshit, it was just a means to humiliate him further, remind him of what Vox had turned him into, he doubted that even when his wounds did heal would the diaper ever become smaller.

"Now hand me the two blankets and the bottle will you" Vox added as he finished re-diapering him and buttoning him up.

Baxter just prayed for any sign of the pill-wearing, just to attempt to fight as Vox was handed the equipment and began to re-swaddle him, placing him in his arms as another bottle of milky gunk was practically shoved in his face.

"Open up little guy and let that little arm of yours go limp too" Vox sang, using the pill's power to make him drop the thumb to make way for the bottle, to which Vox placed it snuggly in the little pocket space.

Much to Baxter's dismay the milk was just as sweet as yesterday.

"And take your time this time" Vox advised as he saw the reaction of the fish grimace due to the taste.

Sickly, disgustingly rich Baxters thought, overwhelming his mind as he felt his tongue sting from the sugar potency.

An overwhelming feeling of fatigue filled his body as the bottle was finally finished, only for the fish to be placed lying down in the bassinet.

It didn't help matters when Vox gave him it little push, he could practically feel his stomach slosh and tense.

"Comfy?" Vox asked as he swung the bassinet and thus the angler demon back and forth rhythmically slow.

The smaller sinner was only able to utter a groan of discomfort, controlling his breathing to try not to throw up.

"Good, because you're going to stay here until daddy comes back" Vox stated as he tucked him even closer into the swaddle.

"Wait, where are you going?" Baxter tried to ask in the babish babble. Yet Vox didn't explain any further as he gave the bassinet one last push before walking out of the fish-fixed eyesight.

Leaving Baxter stuck in the comforting swaddle of blankets, staring at the ceiling above in silence as the bassinet once more remained still.

Everything was suddenly silent, too silent.

However, due to the milk, Baxter found it impossible to pass the time with some rest, he felt too alert yet fatigued, he needed something to tire himself out, but in his current state, he couldn't. He couldn't even wiggle due to the pills still intact effects telling him to continue being limp?!

(Ok, it only lasts so long, I have to be getting my movement back) Baxter thought with a little grain of hope.

 

The sound of the clock ticking was starting to get to him. Baxter could feel his eye twitching, the only thing that apparently could move.

He had been counting every 60 ticks, and from what he calculated, it had been an hour by now, if he had been given the pill at 6:30, the time before he was placed here surely had to be over 2 hours, this being the 3rd, meaning that the pills affect should have stopped, so why wasn't-

The milk...the milk had the obedience potion....

As long as it was taken before the effects wore off to restart, the commands set would continue, meaning he still had to be lying for the next how long.

(I can't just stay in here, not like this...again) Baxter cried as the memories of the previous days flashed in his mind, unable to move, unable to concentrate, he couldn't think without doing something, that's usually how he was able to work on his creations and theories, he needed to focus his mind on one thing as not to distract it with the other multiple billion ideas roaming through his mind.

And if he was forced to look at that white ceiling with the incessant tick, tick, ticks for any longer. He's going to become more insane than he already was.

Chocking out the noises through his slacked mouth and tongue was torturous on his ears, but if anything was better than staying in this motionless limbo, Baxter decided, as he tried calling out.

He wanted to know if Vox had gone or if he had been watching from afar like the dickhead he knew he was.

Surly enough, after a few moments of goos and gaa's, the familiar steps of black-heeled shoes came clicking along.

"Still awake I see, having fun in there?" Vox teased as his head popped from the side above.

The angler demon simply glared as he was released from his swaddled imprisonment, opened like some weird Christmas gift.

"Well you're dry and it isn't feeding time yet, so why don't you try getting some sleep," Vox said as he looked the fish over to why he was crying out, However, he simply began re-packaging him.

The TV overlord tried stepping away once he was finished, resulting in Baxter yelling louder.

"No! I don't care what you do but I can't stay still like this!" Baxter yelled, further being translated to the nonsense he was cursed with.

2 minutes of nonstop blathering was all it took before Vox came popping back in again.

"Aww is someone feeling lonely" Vox questioned as he picked his swaddled form back into his arms.

The angler demon knew he was playing into a trap, but he'd prefer this than the loud silence, at least here he could glare and yell at the person for all his misery, study what the TV was doing to help him in the future, he couldn't learn anything from just staring at a ceiling after all.

But Vox saw this in a completely different way.

"I knew you missed me" The TV lord stated possessively, holding the fish even tighter.

"I gave you the space you say you wanted and despite me leaving you alone you still wanted my attention, crying for it" Vox continued greedily, soaking up how the fish looked at him with utter repulsion, but he knew it was an all-act.

"That is not what this is!" Baxter argued, but once more the pill effects did not allow this to get across.

"You know you need me, you want your daddy" Vox further implemented, crooning as he engulfed the fish into his embrace, almost crushing him with "affection".

"I don't need you! I never did!" Baxter cried, his body refusing to fight or fight.

"Despite how much you resist, we both know the truth" Vox reinstated as he simply held Baxter there.

Projecting his beliefs at him, it sounded more like he was talking through him....like Baxter was just an object for the TV to direct all these feelings towards...either to the fish or someone else, or perhaps both. Either way, Baxter had a very clear view of what Vox had become.

A delusional disaster.

Chapter 44: egg bonding

Baxter found no reason to recollect his thoughts at the end of the day.

Vox had kept switching him from his arms back to bassinet all day, it was all just tedious and monotonous as it came. Sickly boring as he was forced to be his lifeless and obedient doll, dressed, fed and changed. Disgusting.

What made it worse was how the potion effect was still in effect when Vox decided to end his torture for the day. Propping him up back on the hotel stairs, sitting at least finally, as Charlie was once more ready at his side.

He did not utter a single word in the hopes of not emitting those noises any further. It was already humiliating for the TV, moth and himself to hear, he wouldn't allow himself further embarrassment.

However the always curious princess had asked him what was wrong, which luckily broke the communication curse, it was now time for Baxter to be on the better end of the stick as he explained his situation of how due to the consumption of a specialised elixir pill mix he was under its control and thus completely obedient to anyone's wishes.

Charlie, bless her soul was understanding and kind enough to take him to his room and undo the limpness.

Vox mercilessly decided to stick with placing him in the "only those on the same scale or above" diapers it seemed like a continuing punishment of today and yesterday. Baxter prayed that wouldn't be the case for tomorrow.

Regardless, Charlie repeated the process. Only this time, now with Baxter's regained arm muscles, he'd be able to do it himself, still not where he wished to be but again...it was progressing.

Afterwards, he requested that he be in solitary confinement until he was sure the pill's effects had truly worn off. While he trusted the majority of the hotel, he couldn't imagine the sort of things that either Alastor or god forbid that Niffty creature would make him do if they found out.

During this time Baxter wasted non by getting to matters, disregarding the wheeled chair to get to the ground and work on his leg strength.

...

It got to 2 am and he had yet to take a single step, he could barely stand on his two feet without falling, let alone walking.

As his whatever numbered attempt it was, came crumbling back to the ground, Baxter just rested and stared at the ceiling. playing with his fingers to help him think about what he was missing.

That was before a knock could be heard behind his new door.

"Baxter? Are you alright, I keep hearing thudding," the voice of Sir Pentious said through the door, disturbing his thoughts.

(Of course, he'd be up this late) the fish grumbled to himself but decided it best not to ignore him.

"I'm fine pen, go to sleep" Baxter called back, not having the energy to sit up.

"I can't if you keep doing what you are doing, do you need help, can we come in" The snake persisted with concern.

"We?" Baxter mouthed in confusion, he didn't hear any other voices.

Yet despite not giving the ok, Pentious decided to enter the room anyway.

Revealing the "we" meant Sir Pentious and his egg bois.

"Hi mister creator" "what are you up to?" "cool room" "why are you on the floor?" the egg bois asked all at once, rushing into the room and crowding around the small sinner.

"Hello, just resting, thank you and I've already answered that question" Baxter stated through the checklist of questions.

"Do you need help up?" Sir pentious queried as he also looked down to where Baxter still had not attempted to move.

"I suppose if you wouldn't mind" Baxter requested, believing it was more dignified than her seeing him crawl to an edge and try and shuffle himself up.

So with a smile, Sir Pentious manoeuvred his tail to pick the fish back up and onto his bed.

"I picked out some fitting nightwear while I was out, I understand you wanted to go to get yours but-" Sir pentious said as he clicked his fingers, having one of the egg bois take the said nightwear to the fish.

"I appreciate it, how much," Baxter said as he took the clothing of the egg boi, patting it as he gave it a quick look, a simple navy checkered design, but where the price would have been, it had been removed.

"I won't say, it is a gift" Sir pentious grinned in pride but friendly.

"You know I hate the concept of gifts" Baxter grumbled, knowing Sir Pentious did it on purpose.

"Sssuffer" Sir Pentious hissed victoriously, confirming the fish's conclusion.

The angler demon simply shook his head but placed them to the side, showing he accepted them.

"So are you still struggling to walk? is that why we found you on the floor?" Sir pentious questioned, unable to help himself it seemed.

Baxter sighed, he should have known the snake wasn't going to let it go.

"Correct, I just don't understand why it's taking this long, I understand that regaining leg strength is more difficult than arm but with how fast the arms came" Baxter sighed further, not being able to wrap his head around it.

"Well I doubt Vox has allowed you much practise in comparison to your arms, it'll take time but you'll get there," Sir pentious said, hoping to comfort his friend.

"Oh! We could get you a walker maybe!" The snake "oohed" at the idea that popped into his mind.

"So I can act your age" Baxter quipped at the snake's expense.

"Behave" Sir pentious chastised as he used his hat to bap the fish on the head, earning another cheeky laugh from the younger sinner.

"Or a cane? Alastor and Lucifer have them, which makes them look very trendy, I was even thinking that I may get one" Sir pentious suggested further.

"Don't think I'd suit one, but I appreciate the sentiment, I'll just keep doing my method if you're certain it won't be so long" Baxter denied as he tried to imagine it, with his size he very much doubted he'd look respectable, and what design would he have, the radio demon had a speaker, the devil has an apple and what would he have a lightbulb? not a chance.

"I assure you, you'll return to your normal self in no time, although, am I sure we want that" Sir pentious replied, only it was his time to joke at the other's expense.

"Behave yourself" Baxter laughed back as it was his time to bap the snake back, throwing a pillow that just managed to catch his face.

"Ok ok, I believe it is time we rest, the princess and her warrior have a busy day tomorrow and I do not wish to disturb them" the snake whispered as he remembered how late it was.

"Ah, agreed, best wishes," Baxter said as he began to say his goodbyes.

"You too, come along eggies," The snake said as he gave his goodnights, opening the door once more for his eggies and himself. However, the eggs had yet to move.

"Um, boss sir, can we sleep with the creator tonight?" One of the egg bois asked timidly, the others looking at both their creators and bosses with pleading puppy dog eyes.

"Oh, um" The inventor stuttered, not used to his minions wishing to be anywhere that wasn't his side.

Sir pentious looked at their wobbly lips before turning to face back at the fish, only for the angler demon to sigh once more.

"It's fine pentious, I don't mind, if you don't of course" The fish responded caringly.

"Not at all, sleep well all of you" Sir Pentious stated as he waved off his confusion to replicate the care, waving to them before leaving quietly to his quarters.

"Ok you all, why do you want to sleep here tonight?" Baxter was quick to question as all eggs turned to him, suspicious of their sudden interest in him.

"We just want to, we didn't get to spend time with you since you and the boss had that fight" one of the egg bois explained, his brotherin nodding their heads in agreement.

"Yeah, we liked it when you'd read us stories" Another added as it tried jumping on the bed.

"I didn't- those were blueprint details and equations I tried to teach you all!" Baxter tried to clarify, only to have to quickly catch the egg boi who had almost fallen from the bed.

"Yeah, can you do it again, it helps us sleep" A further egg boi responded, neither of them picking up the fish's frustration of being unable to teach his sentient creatures basic chemistry.

"Very well" Baxter agreed with tiredness, having the eggs join him on the bed, one of them pulling a book Baxter knew had been stolen from him years ago.

It was a very dusty old book about the properties of hydrochloric acid, surly out of date, but he supposed it was the only keepsake of his memories the eggs had of him after their "quarrel", he'd grabbed everything and was sure in the maddened rage Sir pentious burnt or destroyed anything that was left he couldn't use himself. How the eggs kept it he didn't know.

Deciding not to dwell on the matter, he opened the page and began to read.

 

"This is fine?" Baxter questioned as he was surrounded by a herd of sleeping eggs, all small enough to fit with still enough room to lie comfortably.

He doubted he could move without waking at least one of them, once more finding himself trapped.

"Whatever, it's not that I've actually worn these enough to deem changing " Baxter sighed as he decided he was too tired to change into the new PJs, simply deciding to stay lying down in the pile.

However, despite being unable to move, this was the comfiest he had been all day, no wonder it hardly took so long to fall asleep.

Praying that tomorrow wouldn't be as repetitious as the one he wished to forget.

Chapter 45: A step in all directions

Baxter ensured that both Charlie and Vaggie would be waved goodbye as the two entered the portal to heaven. They promised they'd do their best not to take too long to fix "everything" and bring back some souvenirs. The fish being the most interested in the latter, wished to inspect the properties of angelic belongings when he got the chance, his hands practically twitching in anticipation.

After seeing the portal close (with Charlie carrying a Vaggie like a wooden panel sideways into it). He had planned to just wait outside for Vox. It was the last day before he could take one of his two-day breaks. To which Baxter would use to all its advantage.

As he awaited the TV overlord, he watched as the rest of the hotel (minus Alastor, who just couldn't be found) had gotten themselves ready for a night on the town, with a new member he had never met before.

A miss Cherri Bomb. A taller Cyclops woman who had destroyed the wall to get inside the hotel. A greeting that oddly wasn't met with anger but excitement and even money?

A friend of Angel it seemed and from the expression that Sir pentious showed, fumbling and blushing by the mere idea of going to party with her...let's just say he was going to milk all the milage out this as possible.

"You sure ya don't want us to wait with ya babes?" Angel had asked, pausing to look back before departing in the direction of the bar and club district of the Wrath Circle.

"I'm sure, you all enjoy your time" Baxter insisted as he saw Sir pentious escort a very displeased-looking Niffty from the side of his wheelchair. It seemed she had been under the impression that Baxter was going to join them. Not that Baxter, if he ever did have the choice, would have agreed to such a thing. Alchohol, paralysis, other demons and HER, all wrapped into one....yeah that just sounded like another level of hell.

Plus he still hadn't gotten a chance to either anyone or make some crutches. Alastor couldn't be found at all today and the fish didn't want to disturb Charlie or Vaggie since the whole, meeting with heaven. As for Everyone else, he assumed they either didn't have any on hand, couldn't make any or were also busy, he'd have a chance another day, but for now, he'd try to continue grinning and baring it.

"We'll be back around the time you're out, just keep us updated" Husk confirmed, either to the fish, the others or himself.

Regardless, he simply nodded and waved the group away.

Just in hearing range, he heard the cherri-styled demon ask who he was, to which Angel looked back with a wink and just told her he'd tell her later. The angler demon wasn't t sure if he should be worried about how the pink arachnid would even begin to explain to him. Yet it did cross his mind that the 2nd cyclops was just realising his presence, yes he was short but a sea of red, him being the only blue thing, it was surprising.

Nevertheless, he hoped the others had a better time than he as readied himself for his fate for the day.

 

"Oh, no welcome party this time?" Vox asked questioningly as he appeared outside of the portal, looking seemingly taken back by how subdued the space seemed without the usual crowd.

"No, just me, the princess is attending a meeting inside" Baxter replied coldly. There was no way he would say the real reason why he was meeting him alone if Vox found out the others had left, that Charlie wasn't even in hell, he was sure he'd use it to cheat what agreement the two had over his freedom.

Technically it wasn't a lie, the portal had appeared within the hotel, so to get scientific, the meeting with heaven connected within the hotel thus, inside the hotel.

"Well it doesn't matter either way does it" Vox shrugged as he walked closer, only for Baxter to back himself from his boss and his grasp.

"Can I just go in myself before you start all this" Baxter grumbled as he tried to hold himself proudly.

"Hmm? Baby wants to be independent? does he?" Vox asked as he crouched down to his level, a smile of amusement crossing his face.

Only to grab the back of the chair and yank it towards him, shooting Baxter out of the chair, landing head first into the TV's hold, the fishes arms wrapping around the TV's neck in instinct, to which the TV wrapped both his arms under the fishes butt to hold him there as the Overlord stood back up.

"We can work on that I suppose, but it will always be under my rules" Vox snickered as he turned around towards the blue portal, taking great enjoyment in the little scowl on the angler demon's face aimed at him.

When Baxter tried to take his arms away from the TV's neck, Vox in response lowered his hands, making the fish re-wrap on impulse due to the feeling of being dropped.

"Can you not!" Baxter yelled angrily despite the TV's growing laughter.

"Jeez, someone's cranky, guess you're not scared to make a fuss when it's not public" The TV overlord questioned as the portal closed behind them.

"But don't you worry, today is just you and me, like how it should have been from the start" Vox announced as he placed him back on the changing table.

"Like, I'm happy about yesterday, felt like I got to experience the newborn experience that I wanted before the princess-" Vox said out loud as he focused on the task, eye glitching as he felt bitterness fill his stomach, talking more to himself than Baxter.

"But I think I got my fix" the TV sighed as he let out a breath to dissolve his irritation.

He made it sound like treating Baxter this way was his sort of therapy or even medication. If that smug smile of satisfaction was anything to go by at least, as he hoisted Baxter back up, now adorned in a striped blue and black long-sleeved top, denim black dungarees, navy socks and attached to one of the straps was a pacifier on a springy plastic coil.

"Besides, if you were still a newborn I could do this-" Vox snickered as he picked Baxter up once more, manoeuvring them into the plush playpen.

Baxter didn't get a chance to ask what Vox was doing before the TV overlord placed him back onto the floor, but instead of lying him down, he was positioned on his feet.

Sadly, due to the padding, his legs were forced out like he was surfing. Instinctively holding out his arms to stay balanced. His legs shook as they clearly couldn't take the weight, arms flailing as landed onto his butt, or he would have if the cushion like Diaper wasn't tough to keep him balanced, his ankles just scraping the floor.

"L, let's, tr, try again" Vox chortled as he was holding in his laughter as he grabbed the fish's hands, hoisting him back up into the uncomfortable standing position.

The scientist's teeth clenched in outrage as he heard the poorly hidden giggling behind him.

He attempted to try and turn around to yell at him, only to end up falling back onto the floor once more.

Seeing the fish's humiliated blush-filled face was enough for Vox to erupt.

"Stop laughing! It's not funny!" Baxter cried as the laughter tripled so much that the TV was practically crying himself.

"Aww, did I hurt your feelings, daddies sowwy" Vox cooed condescendingly as he kneeled to his level placing a hand on his back, only to cause the angler demon to topple forwards, diapered ass facing the air and face on the floor.

Quadrupling the TV's boisterous joy.

"No, you're not! you never were, you wouldn't make me do any of this bullshit if you were!" Baxter screamed into the floor, knuckles turning lighter as the rest of his body trembled in anger.

"Ok, ok foulmouth, no need to get fussy" Vox replied as his laughter eventually calmed down, wiping his tears away before attempting to pick Baxter back up once more.

Only to pull back as Baxter lifted his head to meet his eyes.

"I'M NOT FUSSY!" Baxter roared, tears of fury and anguish brimming to fall.

"I am not a baby, I AM ANGRY! I hate this! I hate ALL OF THIS! first, you take my independence, then you set my home on fire and NOW! I...I don't don't understand WHY!" The fish boomed.

Only for his speech to be swiftly and so easily swept to the side as Vox swooped his hands around, placing him in the overlord's nest-like lap, patting his head in an attempt of comfort.

"Shh, shh, it's ok, it's ok not to understand why, it's not your job too, that's why daddys here to do it all for you, daddy's here to help with everything" Vox manipulated, twisting the words into ones that made it seem like all Baxter was yelling for was his attention, ignoring all the signs of how much the fish wished to be as farthest away from him.

"I hate you" Baxter claimed with utter repulsion and loathing, despising how no matter how hard he tried, his boss would only see him like this stupid weak baby persona he tried to make him become.

To which Vox simply shook his head in dismissal.

"No, you don't, you're just tired" Vox opposed, refusing to look at the evidence that said otherwise.

"NO, I'M-" Baxter tried to argue, only for Vox to pick the pacifier from where it hung and into the fish's mouth.

"You're hurt and upset at the world, and you don't trust Daddy since your punishment, but Daddy won't give up so easily, he will have his baby, no matter how to do so" Vox announced possessively, making Baxter wince uncomfortably.

"Now, I did say we could practice walking so why don't we do that to sweeten that sour mood?" Vox suggested as he picked the fish back up, the creepy tone of voice returning to his normal boisterous and enthusiastic self.

Vox then began manoeuvring the angler demon to stand once more, but instead of watching him struggle to keep his balance, the TV from above took the fish's hands into his own.

"You lead the way" Vox smiled with false kindness, the fish knowing how much malicious amusement this granted him.

Nonetheless, he attempted to walk, putting one foot in front of the other.

However, he might as well have just been sitting as Vox just wouldn't move with him, making him "walk" on the spot before realising he wasn't getting anywhere.

"You dick!" Baxter yelled through the pacifier as he looked up at the TV once more trying to hold in his laughter.

"Oh sorry, you wanted me to walk with you now didn't you?" Vox questioned mockingly.

"Well let's go then" Vox announced, as Vox finally began moving, only for the pace to slowly quicken to speed walk around the room, Baxter holding his legs as high as he could, knowing he couldn't keep up, yelling in fright as he was practically airborne.

"Hey now, thought you said you were gonna walk" Vox asked, a little out of breath as he slowed back to a halt, seeing the fish shake in tenseness before releasing his legs back down with a heavy breath.

In protest to the TV's ridiculing, Baxter attempted to kick the TV's leg, yet with poor coordination, it ended with him looking like he had attempted a poorly stabilised stomp.

"Now, now, don't go hurting yourself" Vox laughed as held the fish still, seeing how Baxter almost flung himself forward.

"Hmm, don't think this is working" Vox pondered as he let Baxter sink back to the floor, huffing in annoyance and tiredness.

"But don't worry, Daddy's got this little toy for moments like this" Vox announced as he raced to gather what he needed, coming back to show Baxter the toy that had been hiding in the very back of the room.

A baby walker, turquoise, red and grey, with all little doodads like a plastic picture flick book, buttons that made a multitude of noises and ringed beads that could be moved left and right.

Not that the tool was at all helpful Baxter would soon realise, as he was hosited inside, he found he could barely skim the floor with the tips of his toes let alone walk.

Not that he got a chance as Vox hooked a leash-looking device onto the walker and began pulling.

"Come on, you wanted to stretch those legs didn't you" Vox asked as he tugged the fish around the very small space.

Knowing the TV was actively taunting him, Baxter simply took this time to stretch his legs, hoping that this gravity shift could awaken his muscles.

"Having fun kiddo?" Vox asked tauntingly, watching as the fish rolled his eyes and leaned his head on his hand in annoyance.

(Oh yeah, so much you pretentious-") Baxter scoffed internally, only to feel that he might have pulled the wrong muscle. Sadly, the reduced amount of numbing healing cream, meant he could feel the wet feeling more and more as the day went on.

"Ok, Daddy a little tired, so why don't we take a break" Vox questioned as he seemed to have grown bored of the game, showing just how much of an iPad kid the TV had become.

Nonetheless, Baxter supposed he should be grateful that as Vox took him out he saw he needed a change anyway.

Afterwards, Baxter was forced once more to a disgustingly sweet bottle and was just about to be placed back down for a nap before-

"Oh, I almost forgot" Vox stated as he swiftly grabbed an object from the side of the bassinet, one the fish had yet to see.

It looked like a shark plushi. However, Vox was quick to demonstrate that wasn't the only function it provided as two straps were tied across his chest.

The TV overlord had placed him sitting up with the cushion-like backpack strapped to him, but when Vox pressed a button from a remote in his pocket, the fish was sent flying backwards from the sudden weight of the shark.

(W, what is this?!) Baxter panicked as he tried to sit back up, but no matter the strain, he couldn't.

"Now daddy doesn't want his baby getting hurt trying to walk without him, so this baby Head Protection Pillow "tm" will make sure you don't get into trouble and stay where I need you to be" Vox announced as he looked down to him as if he was pitching a new idea to the company.

And true to Vox's words, he found he couldn't move from the spot, no matter how much he wriggled or tried to turn onto his side or stomach, nothing worked.

"Now now, why don't we watch something nice hmm, get you to sleep?" Vox asked as he easily placed Baxter into the bassinete like there wasn't any new or extra weight attached.

Placing a blanket over the fish he moved on using a projector he hooked up to the back of his head, he showed the images that were saved into the photo album named "Baby".

Where Baxter could only look in horror as he saw himself in a delirious, drooling manner, sitting in the playpen before its redecoration, with Valentino giving the camera a quick grin before turning back to his past self.

"Ok lindo chaquito" Valentino gushed on the video as "past" Baxter had a difficult time paying attention, too focused on trying to grab the moth's coat and most definitely trying to put it in his mouth.

"Ah ah, watch the sharky" the moth persisted, bopping his barely lit lure to bring back his engagement.

"Oh please no" Baxter cringed as he watched himself be captivated so immersed from watching how the toy shark moved from side to side, trying to grab it despite how high it was.

More embarrassingly so he saw himself whine and tear up as Valentino easily hid it behind him, making his scattered brain believe it had suddenly vanished. Only to look surprised as the moth pulled it from "thin air" behind his fin. Gave it to the past angler demon whose face burst with excitement, clapping and giggling with his new toy in hand.

(Spare me of this indignity" Baxter begged as he placed his flustered face in his hands, cursing at how foolish he was, how foolish he still is.

"I could get some of those pills to revert you to that state, you looked so much happier" Vox suggested, standing up from Baxter's side.

Aka, be grateful and smile.

"But then you wouldn't remember how nice Daddy's been to you would you?" Vox continued as he tapped the fish's lure before sitting back down, giving the bassinet a push also.

"Oh, and this one, Velvette had such a hard time getting baby to wear a bonnet" Vox cooed as he played another video, deciding the fish still wasn't sleepy enough.

(Noooo!) Baxter screamed as he was forced to watch more of these home videos.

 

At the end of the day, Baxter had just crawled himself into a ball as he was forced to watch through every vial video which Vox, Valentino and Velvette had collected during his time of "nursery hell". Not gaining one wink of sleep, not that Baxter could from the pure embarrassment coursing through his veins.

"Well would you look at the time" Was all Vox had to say to give Baxter a single second of relief, he had made it through another day.

"I can't wait for tomorrow, I have the perfect-" The TV overlord began to gush as he dressed Baxter back into his science gear, only for the fish's memory to punch into action.

"No, it's my day off!" Baxter argued through the pacifier, trying to get Vox's attention, batting the TV's hands as they finished buttoning him back up.

"What was that little guy?" Vox asked as he pulled the pacifier out in confusion as to why Baxter was suddenly so alert.

"I can have two days off, I choose tomorrow as one!" Baxter demanded as if there was a timer on how long the pacifier could stay out of his mouth.

"....Really?" Vox grumbled in disappointment, momentarily forgetting the agreement.

Baxter nodded his head firmly if the TV warped their contract to his will, so would he when given the chance.

"Hmm, fine, I guess it is in your contract. But, I want you to ask for it properly" Vox agreed hesitantly, only to think of some way he could squeeze out some last humiliating moments.

"Properly?" Baxter questioned in confusion.

"I'll let you figure that out" The electronic grinned as he awaited the fish's next move.

A moment of silence passed as Baxter tried to think, only coming to one possible conclusion.

"P, please Daddy, I, w, want, day off?" Baxter stammered, really unsure of how to phrase the question in the way the overlord wanted, thus this was embarrassingly his best effort.

Although it seemed to hit the nail on the head as Vox practically squealed in adoration.

"Aww, of course, baby" the TV gushed in cute aggression, squeezing the fish's freckled cheeks tightly.

"But just because you get a day off doesn't mean when you come back you can act naughty, you keep that attitude over there" Vox announced as he scooped the fish back into his arms before opening up the portal.

"Y, yes si-daddy" Baxter lamented before quickly correcting himself, he didn't want to chance the promise of having a free day, of.

"Good boy" Vox chuckled as he placed the fish into the chair this time.

"See you in two days kiddo" Vox waved as he pressed the doorbell and walked back to the portal as he normally did.

Baxter watched as the portal closed completely before very aggressively giving it the middle finger.

"Prick" Baxter scoffed as he ran a hand over his face, taking off his goggles beforehand of course, before noticing the sight of Keekee in the corner of his eyes, the hotel's doors in turn opening wide to welcome him back.

The angler fish was about to turn towards it only for the disregarded phone in his pocket to buzz with a notification.

"Oh, guess I'll have the hotel to myself for a bit" Baxter muttered as he pulled out and looked to his cellular device, a message from Angel saying they would be running late in coming back due to a run with Valentino.

"Figures, he can never escape that pretentious pimp" Baxter sighed as he gave Keekee a hesitant pet on her head before returning his attention to just getting to his room.

 

"Mimzzy, motherbitcher!" a voice called angrily.

At the sudden noise, Baxter turned to see what had caused it.

It seemed just like a passing drunk shark demon. Swaying with a bottle of booze which he was oh so carelessly pouring on the floor like a trail.

Under further observation, Baxter could see that where he was carelessly wobbling and spewing, was towards the hotel itself.

"Oi, yoou" the drunk belched, catching the angler demon's gaze.

Or to himself, it would seem.

(Oh perfect) the fish grumbled to himself as the demon got closer, this was the last thing he needed tonight.

"W, where's mimzy" the shark inhaled snottily.

"Who?" Baxter questioned as he grimaced in disgust, reaching into his coat on instinct, trying to find any weapon if required, if he got any closer. Keekee herself seemed to growing defensive, her fur on end and hissing.

"Don't be trying to, fool me, this is where they said to find that skank, so where is she" the shark persisted, staggering as he was directly in front of the fish now.

"I assure you I have no clue to whom you're talking about" Baxter tried as he found what he was looking for, only for his coat to be grabbed suddenly, hoisting him up to the shark's level and out of the chair, the alcohol tainted breath somehow worse then husks, making the angler demon want to gag.

"Stop being a smartass, shortie, cripple, the bitch is here, so, so-" The shark yelled as he refused to listen to Baxter's words. rising the fish higher before backing him into the hotel walls with a mighty thunk.

"You're gonna tell me right now, or you're getting your lights knocked out" he used both hands to knock him into the wall harder, Baxter's head making an uncomfortable clunk.

"I told you, I don't. Know. so. get. off.ME!" Baxter yelled back despite the pain, finally having a grip on his weapon and firing.

It seemed to be an acid ray, shown by the way the shark arm was dissolved into nothing more than a sludgy mess.

"AHHHHH! YOU BITCH!" the shark screamed as grabbed his arm in agony, dropping the fish to the floor with a thump.

Baxter tried to create some distance by rolling out of the shark range, a part of his leg getting caught in the acid residue earning a pained yelp from himself, but he knew he had to get away.

"YOU ARE GONNA PAY FOR THAT!" The shark roared as he tried to recover from the loss of a limb, holding it close as he rushed towards him.

"Stay back unless you want to lose a torso!" Baxter coughed back as he tried to shut him out of the hotel, Keekee herself jumping onto the shark scratching and trying to gouge one of his eyes. She would have succeeded if the shark hadn't grabbed her tail and threw the cat forward. smashing her small form into the wall above where Baxter was then knocked back, causing the shark to come into the hotel and himself to be unintentionally backed into a corner, like a defenceless animal.

"Alright, you pull more shit like this and you're losing a head!" The shark yelled as he revealed a weapon of his own, a fully loaded pistol.

Causing the two to be at a standstill about who'd be the first to pull the trigger.

While Baxter doubted the drunk had the proper eye coordination to enact such a shot, he sadly was in the open, with a weapon that didn't have that much range and could be avoided, and if not the head the bullet had more chance of hitting something vital, he'd rather avoid further damage.

There was also the issue with Keekee, thanks to the shark she had been knocked out cold, leading to the hotel's protective magic fading. The Angler demon made sure that the cat was behind him to protect her from any further injury, he'd have to check on her condition once he dealt with him first.

"So I'll ask again bitch, where's Mimzy" the shark questioned as he took a step closer.

"I told you! I.DON'T.KNOW!" Baxter growled as he higher the weapon, challenging him to take one more.

"Tch, Shame, a pretty bitch like you could actually-" the shark slurred as he gave another look at the fish, only for a devious, EVIL idea to come into his mind.

"S, STAY BACK!" Baxter yelled as he saw the look in the shark's eyes go from one crazed look to another, this one looking more animalistic...lecherous.

"Shut up, I'm gonna make you talk one way or another-" the shark salivated as his other hand twitched forward excitedly, smiling at the ideas that his vile mind made.

Not that he got closer as something pierced through his head.

Something sharp like a sword, but much thinner, making a perfect hole through his skull as it was removed rapidly, forcing the body to drop just as fast. Only to reveal-

"You!?" Baxter questioned as the little maid, niffty, was shown behind the shark, seemingly to have jumped on his back with a needle-like knife, as she was standing on the shark's back with a very dark-looking expression on her face.

"No one hurts my bad boy" the maid confirmed as she gave the body more and more stabs.

It was chaotic!

Her maniacal laughter, the blood lust in her eyes, the way she was getting more and more bloody with each stab.

(W, w, what is this?) Baxter asked as he felt his body start to heat up. But this was different, not one of the embarrassment he had felt...this was...

"Jesus Christ, it's always something with you for fuck sake" the voice of Husk grumbled as he also seemed to have appeared from behind.

Not that he cared as he was still focused on the mad maid who had yet to stop, such precision, such sadism.

"Has he got a concussion?" the Voice of Angel asked as he seemed to have returned also.

(A concussion?...oh...yeah...yeah that's why) Baxter tried to think as something was waving in front of his face.

Chuckling in ridiculousness as the world around him turned dark.

Chapter 46: Heaven possession

Baxter wanted to talk to whoever had a vendetta against his head because he was sick of waking up with either a thunderous headache or feeling like he was floating in the air. This time being the former. However, it seemed like the back of his head, back and leg had reverted to the latter. The strong numbing was almost overwhelming, strong unpleasant memories of when it completely covered his body entered his mind.

Groaning in an attempt to shut them up, he slowly tried to pry his eyes open. He also instinctively placed a hand to where his head hurt, only to draw back when the feeling of pain was activated due to the pressure.

"Hey, take it easy, the guy smashed your head in pretty good" an unmistakable voice of Angel next to him. Baxter also had to guess the hand placing his down had to be the arachnid's also.

Focusing his eyes with a light wince, it seemed like he was currently resting on one of the sofas of the hotel, Angel and the others dotted around as many looked anxious yet relieved to see him back awake.

"Here, painkillers for your head, think we need to start charging you for these" Husk joked dryly as he handed the fish a glass of water with water and two dissolving medications.

"It's not like I asked to get beaten by a pistol-waving drunk looking for a, a flimfy..miffty?" Baxter argued back as he took the glass, his head was killing him, and he'd rather be poisoned than continue like this.

"Mimzy?" Sir pentious suggested helpfully.

"Possibly, still fuzzy" The angler fish groaned as he chugged the solution down, twinging at the horrid taste, if this continued he was going to try and find a way to destroy his taste buds permanently.

"Sounds right, mooching two-faced bitch, Alastor's friend," Husk said as he took the glass away, going over to the bar to start cleaning the glasses.

"That tracks" Baxter stated as he leant back down tiredly.

A tired meow filled the silence, looking at where it came from, Baxter saw that poor Keekee was resting in Angel's lap.

"having a look over she'll be ok but she needed rest, having hit the wall the way she did, I believe she's bruised a couple of ribs and hit her head also. so she'll need to take it easy, the both of you" Pentious explained, having caught the fish's eye.

The angler demon rolled his eyes but understood, he was about to try and get some more before a shining white light appeared in the room.

Heavens portal.

And out came shooting Vaggie and Charlie, falling and rolling back into the hotel with such force it looked painful.

Yet before anyone could say anything devastation shot up, shaking as tears of sorrow built in her face, not facing anyone as she began running.

"Charlie wait!" Vaggie tried to shout out, wanting to run after her sorrowful girlfriend, only for a massive slam of the door to make her flinch and jump back.

"So...how'd it go?" Angel asked, both jokingly and awkwardly as he saw the usually tough and strong warrior of the hotel look so small and scared.

"I, it, didn't go how we wanted" Vaggie said lowly as she hugged herself close.

"What does that mean?" Sir pentious asked worriedly.

"I, it means that the extermination is still happening and..." Vaggie tried to explain, although it was clear something else had happened, something that had deeply affected her.

"I need a drink, a strong one" the moth sighed, not having the strength to clarify any further.

Husk simply gave a thumbs up as he began to make her one of his strongest.

Baxter wanted to ask what happened, only for a quick look at Angel shaking his head, telling him to be quiet.

After Vaggie chugged her drink, giving Husk a look and saying "another", she seemed to be able to get a proper look at the group presence, more so, the looking more injured angler demon and suddenly wounded keycat.

"What the hell happened when we were gone?" Vaggie asked as she also saw the traces of blood and a body bag poking out of one of the bins.

"There was an incident with one of the shark demons mimzy brought to the hotel, one late to the party and well-" Angel explained with a simple shrug in the two's direction.

To this information, Vaggie gaped at them before looking down at her drink deeply in contemplativeness.

She couldn't protect them, AGAIN!

"But Pentious says that we're fine and Niffty took him out swiftly" Baxter stated factly, but as he mentioned the small cyclops' name, he couldn't help but blush lightly at how his mind remembered her equative knife skills.

"Hehe, I stabbed him! Hehe" Niffty giggled as she stroked the knife, seemingly extremely intoxicated with how she wobbled, Cherri had been making a game of trying to grab the knife out of her hand.

"Right" Vaggie whispered, it felt like her head was spinning with all this new information.

"Sorry, I just, I need to think" The moth uttered as she found herself needing air, she couldn't break down, not in front of them.

With that, they saw the poor moth walk away, the drink in her hand chugged down and thrown against the wall before the moth could be called out.

"Clean clean!" Niffty called as she tried to get to the glass shards, only for Husk to pick her up by her scarf.

"I think that can wait till tomorrow, or you're gonna hurl and clean that up too" Husk grumbled as he tried walking off with Niffty in hand to escort her to her bedroom.

"Ah, with that, I am going to help Miss Keekee back to her bed, I wish to keep an eye on her, I'll be back Baxter" Sir pentious added as he saw the poor kitten fighting off sleep, but not forgetting the other patient.

The angler fish gave a quick nod, he had a feeling the wheelchair hadn't come out unscathed, with his luck he'd be blessed to find one of its wheels still intact.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna head to bed myself" Angel commented with a yawn, he already felt so tired after tonight and having had his noes slammed in, yeah he just needed to sleep.

"All alright, night Angie, I'll see ya later" Cherri waved off with an understanding nod.

Leaving Cherri and Baxter alone.

While Baxter would have left to avoid an awkward conversation with a person he didn't know, Cherri didn't feel such nervousness.

"So Angie says you work for one of the big 3, Vox right, how's that?" Cherri asked as she sat on the other couch close to him. She seemed genuinely interested, perhaps it was because of how much Angel had insisted on keeping an eye on him while he was unconscious. She knew Angel wouldn't do that for just anyone unless he cared for them. So she wanted to know how the fish seemed to have gotten into the spider's graces.

"Like pulling teeth whilst being electrocuted" Baxter answered, no hint of sarcasm from his mouth, why would there be, it was complete and utter truth.

"Heh, thought so, so how'd you and Angie become mates anyways" Cherri continued to interview, already seeing why this Baxter guy was someone fun to talk to.

"Oh, well-" Baxter began awkwardly, trying to explain it in a way without revealing anything linking to his mortifying experiences at work.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, two demons were laser-focused on the two sinners chatting.

A feeling of possession and covetousness radiating their aura growing bigger and bigger.

"Hmmm, I believe we should intervene dear Niffty" Sir pentious hissed, the possessiveness in him rearing its ugly head.

"mhmm, mine!" Niffty growled in agreement, having dashed back to the lobby after Husk made the fatal mistake of dropping her outside her door, clearly not ready for sleep. Her joy dropped as she saw another cyclops try to steal away "her man".

"Ah Baxter, I believe you should head to bed also, that couch cannot be good back nor your head" Sir pentious advised with care.

The angler demon didn't get a chance to reply as he felt his form being moved suddenly.

"Hey wait what are-" Baxter stuttered in surprise as he found himself being carried by Niffty, bridal style.

"Don't worry, you're in good hands" Niffty winked as she began zipping off.

The sound of a flustered and terrified scream filled the hotel as the little maid, although up to her neck intoxicated, was able to not drop him once.

"Miss Cherri, please allow me to walk you back" Sir pentious offered with a polite bow.

"Why?" Cherri scoffed, her face showing she wasn't impressed, although she was amused to see what the old man was playing at.

"B, because I'm walking everyone home! hahaYES! So since there is no one else here, you are everybody!" Sir pentious exclaimed full-heartedly, trying to be louder than the awkwardness that overwhelmed him.

"Pfft ok, weirdo" Cherri chuckled as she allowed the snake to walk her back safely home. Opening the hotel door, only for the poor snake to get caught in the door. Earning a full bellyaching laughter comes from the spunky powerhouse.

Chapter 47: Berating holograms

Vaggie hadn't gotten any sleep that night.

She found a spare room when she received no answer from Charlie in their shared room. She knew it best to give her space.

The morning wasn't any better.

She watched as the group had breakfast, the conversation of the upcoming examination in a WEEK was not lost on her.

The fresh bandages on Baxter's head and leg screamed at her, another example of how she had failed.

Although it seemed like he finally upgraded from the wheelchair to crutches it looked.

She was about to join before a dazzling bright green light flowed through the hotel.

Meaning only one thing.

"Oh no!" Vaggie exclaimed as she rushed up to save Charlie, crashing the door open.

Luckily Charlie's soul was still safe, but the hostility between the two was as strong as ever.

The moth knew Alastor was absolutely thriving in it, especially how Charlie had instructed her to go to Carmilla Carmines due to a "secret solution" to destroy Angels.

Wanting to help in any way, Vaggie did as asked. It was all she could do she believed.

Not before looking back to the group. Looked like they were fortifying the hotel.

She advised them if they wanted to leave now they could. They weren't owed to stay.

Walking out, she might have rephrased it or some shelter for them. Baxter and Angel didn't have anywhere to live and weren't sure about Niffty and Husk, but she doubted Alastor would allow it.

Therefore it made it even more important for her to do this. They were counting on her right now. She couldn't let them down.

She had just turned into the alleyway where she was told to go.

Only for a flickering blue to be seen in the corner of her good eye.

"Who-" Vaggie asked as swung her spear around to slice whoever tried to surprise her.

Only for the spear to phase through a hologram.

"What the?" Vaggie asked as she jumped back in surprise.

"Hey, Vaggie right?" The voice of Vox asked as the hologram rephased back to its original frame, Vox sitting and looking very smug.

"Por el amor de Dios, What do you want this time!" Vaggie asked angrily, very not in the time for the rest of his tomfuckery.

"By this point, I think it should be clear by now, but to make it simple, I'm here to make everything easier for you" Vox continued, ready to start another pitch.

"Get to the point!" Vaggie growled, her patience running out fast.

"Extermination day, I want to have Baxter stay with me and the other V's for the full day and night" Vox groaned with annoyance, not enjoying that he wasn't getting the banter he wanted.

"In his condition well, I don't need you killing my best science guy, especially after yesterday" The TV overlord quickly added, his tone of taunting not lost on the moth.

"What do you - WAIT, you saw!" Vaggie stuttered in the realisation.

"After everything, it is clear I have to keep my eye on him as much as possible" Vox stated plainly, ignoring how Vaggie was staring at him as if she had just seen a father kill his son.

"So you saw it and didn't help him?!" Vaggie exclaimed in disbelief. How a man seemingly so protective and possessive of his owned soul...it just didn't make sense. But then again...he did seem to enjoy seeing the fish in pain. If it was the fact that was the reason Vox provided aid, well-

"Well, aren't you supposed to keep everyone at that hotel safe?" The overlord questioned with a turn of the rectangle head.

"What?" Vaggie asked incredulity, feeling like the world stilled by his words.

"I mean, that's the reason why he's staying at your hotel isn't it, you, the so-called protector, to keep those band of hazbins protected, yeah good job on that front" Vox persisted to get into Vaggies head.

"so where were you when those poor souls needed you most? Are actually capable of keeping them safe? or are you all talk? Are you in fact too weak to defend anyone, does that include your-" Vox's voice berated and chastised.

Only for her spear to strike the drone dead. The machine's oil dripped on her silent and stern figure.

However, it seemed Vox prepared for this as another Drone appeared in its place.

"Fine, be that way, just talk it over with her Highness and let me know soon, won't you? I hope you two make the right choice" Vox laughed as the hologram dissipated.

With those final words, the drone that had been projecting flew away, leaving the Fallen angel with a dark and non-readable expression on her face.

Chapter 48: Whatever's the answer, I'll be there

Vox's "offer" hadn't left Vaggies mind.

Especially not when Carmilla gave them the key to defeating their enemy. To fight for love to protect them.

Nor when she reconciled with Charlie, showing her new wings and saying that the cannibals had agreed to join the fight.

When the two re-entered the hotel, perhaps not surprised but thankful she felt, seeing all of them had stayed there. Husk, Sir pentious and Angel Dust had finished putting boards up while Baxter was in a corner already coming up with blueprints, Niffty even giving him what he stated were "acceptable" suggestions.

"There's something else we need to talk about" Vaggie whispered before Charlie got a chance to join in.

"Oh yeah?" Charlie whispered back.

Singling to the others momentarily, Charlie allowed herself to be led to a quiet room.

After securing the door, the fallen Angel began her report.

"I was approached by Vox before I met with Carmilla" Vaggie admitted quietly.

"He what? why...what does he want from Baxter now" Charlie exclaimed only to halt herself, knowing exactly why Vox would be trying to get into contact with them. The only reason he had.

"He, wants him to stay at his during the extermination" Vaggie disclosed further.

"...Right" Charlie murmured with a sigh of defeat, placing a tired hand on her head.

A few moments of awkward silence filled the room, not as hostile as before but still not positive either.

"What do you think," Vaggie asked, wanting to know how Charlie.

"Obviously I don't want to agree with it but I..I don't want to say it" Charlie confessed ashamedly.

"How can we expect him to fight in his condition? We left him alone for what, a few minutes and he got attacked and hurt without anyone there to help? He could have ended even worse and that was one demon" Charlie rambled fearfully, terrified to imagine what could have happened if Niffty hadn't been there when she was.

"To be fair he was ambushed, he didn't get that chance to prepare, but I know what you mean" Vaggie quickly inputted in defence of the angler demon, it was just really shit timing for it all.

"I just...I'd never forgive myself if I sent him out like this, I, I can't, it wouldn't be fair, it wouldn't be right" The princess exclaimed as she slumped onto the bed.

"I hate this! I fucking hate him! Every time we talk Vox makes me feel so...powerless! everything he says it's like he's thought 100 steps ahead before me" Charlie explained as she squeezed her hair in an attempt to ground herself, feeling her thoughts spiralling.

"He's the type that knows where and how to press your buttons and it's always when he can get you on your own when he sees you at the "most vulnerable", he's a creature of opportunity, he does this because he knows how powerful you are normally, I agree it isn't fair and it's not right, but in the end we need to take Vox out of the picture and decide what's best for Baxter and the hotel" The fallen angel explained, trying to get the idea of her being weak out of her head.

"So, what do you think is best for him?" Vaggie asked determinedly, squeezing Charlie's hand to tell her that she would be there for her, no matter the answer.

Chapter 49: Betrayal

"Hey, Baxter, can we talk?" Charlie asked as she knocked on the door before coming in.

"Can it wait, I need to focus on these last details," Baxter asked as he didn't look away from his work, glad to finally have some purpose once again.

Since the news that the extermination was still taking place. He and Sir pentious had been in the Snakes airship 24/7. Most nights, they had to be taken to bed when the mad laughter got too loud and intense at 4 in the morning.

Sir pentious hummed in agreement as he worked with his soldering iron.

"I understand and you're doing a terrific job, the both of you, truly but I, we need to talk about the war and...where you'll be-" Charlie continued sheepishly, trying to be more in Baxter's line of sight.

This may not have been the best idea as when the fish did pause, cranking his neck and head to look at as she had just said something so utterly baffling.

"Where I'll be? Charlie, what do you think I've been working on in here? I shall be using the gift of SCIENCE! to fight among you!" Baxter exclaimed excitedly, his newest creations in his multiple stain-filled gloves, with the information Vaggie had given them about the Angel's weakness to their own weapons, his mind buzzed with ideas.

"But, what about fighting without your devices?" Charlie choked out, wanting Baxter to give her a reason for not doing what she was about to do.

"Why?" Baxter questioned, clicking on that there was something wrong, that she was hiding something from him.

"Ok, look, you have just started being able to stand on your own, what if something goes wrong? Or you have to dodge or run away or hide or..." Charlie began rambling. Charlie had seen him struggle, the acid on his leg had not helped with building strength, and he couldn't get anywhere without his crutches at the moment and while in battle. She knew she couldn't concentrate if that was the case, it could put his, hers and others' souls in danger.

She would never blame Baxter for any of this. But she needed to be a leader.

"Vox has-" Charlie persisted, only to be halted by the angler demon shaking his head, pupils shrinking in defence.

"Don't, don't you dare say what I think you're going to say" Baxter practically begged.

"Vox has requested you to stay at the tower whilst the war happens, for your safety" Charlie decreed, looking like she was about to start crying, knowing she was betraying the trust she had been working so hard to build with him.

"Stay at the V tower?! With Vox? Knowing what he does to- while all of you-Are you SERIOUS?!" Baxter rambled, unable to connect a sentence to express his conflicting disbelief and fury and treason.

"No, I, I can't just stand idly by as, as, No, NO!" Baxter aggressively denied it, shaking his head as he tried walking away from the conversation to focus on his work.

"Baxter please I know how it sounds but I-" Charlie tried to persuade desperately.

"Pentious, tell her, I can build something to ensure her worries are not needed, you know I can" Baxter demanded, wanting backup in the hopes of stopping the princess in her steps.

A long moment of silence filled the space.

Sir pentious had stopped his work a long while ago, but he had yet to look either of them in the eye, the odd egg bois that had been helping looked from both inventor and scientist in intense awkwardness.

"I, can't" Sir pentious eventually amitted, still unable to look him in the face.

"Not if it puts your soul at risk, not again" The snake added with a tone of self-bitterness, knowing how cowardly he was being looked away from his friend's face that he knew was filled with even more hurt and betrayal.

"You fucking-" Baxter growled in fury, throwing what he was working on at the snake close to his face. This caused Sir pentious to cringe as he watched the pieces fall but sucked it up, knowing he deserved the verbal abuse.

"Baxter" Charlie called once more, only to see the angler pick himself up from the chair he had been sitting on, using his crutches to storm his way out of what once was a friendly atmosphere.

"Don't! I don't need your pity!" Baxter snarled as he reached the door frame, only for him to carry himself away, slamming the door behind him.

Charlie's tears at once began to fall, only to be joined by another mourning friend. Sir pentious wiped his eyes as the egg bois did their best to provide support and give him a group hug.

"I'm sorry, I, I just couldn't think of any other way-" Charlie apologised, she didn't want to tarnish their friendship in the progress, especially how hard the two had been working on repairing what they thought had been lost.

"I know I understand how he feels, and I hate that we have to make him do this but I'd rather him hate me for eternity than have him exterminated" Sir pentious revealed bravely, knowing that it was truly painful but as long as it kept Baxter safe, that's all he cared about.

"If you could leave me please, as the doctor said, there is still so much to be done till the day" Sir pentious requested as he wiped away his tears and turned back to his work.

Charlie meekly nodded before heading out. She just hoped the two would work things out before the end of it all.

Chapter 50: I promise old friend

"What are you working on?" Sir pentious began as he hesitantly entered the angler's lair.

After giving the fish a few hours to get it out of his system. Luckily, not another level of destroying the room. But the air was still extremely tense.

While the princess had gone downstairs to help with preparations, cry and attempted written apologies for when the fish was ready to come out. The snake had something important to show him, a peace offering you could call it.

As he entered he saw that despite the fish throwing what he was working on, he had a hidden stash of weapons he had been working on when he was sent to sleep. Of course he did, Sir pentious could tell even without knowing him, especially with those eye bags that had been growing.

"What else, even if I can't join, doesn't mean I have to be completely useless like you all see me as" Baxter snarled warningly, continuing to work on the knife that he had been injecting with melted angelic weaponry although his grip had tightened and teeth had grown to make his overbite even more noticeable.

"Don't say that, no one thinks that" Sir pentious tried before having the knife pointed at him, telling him not to come any closer.

"Don't even, not after what just happened back there!" Baxter yelled heatedly, waving the knife in exaggeration as he felt his anger coming back from the mere memory.

"I'm not here to fight, please, I don't want our last conversation to be a fight-" Sir pentious tried tiredly, really not wanting this to continue into a fight when all he wanted was peace.

"And you can cut that out too-" Baxter snapped as he threw the knife into the box of the multiple extra hidden weapons.

Huffing on the bed tiredly. He watched as the snake tried once more to re-approach him, although this time, Baxter allowed it.

"Look I just, wanted to give you something" Sir pentious restarted, pulling a little orb-looking device from his pocket.

"What is it?" Baxter asked in confusion, snatching the device from the snake's outstretched palm, twirling and looking at it observantly.

"I finished the mind manipulator" Sir pentious stated encouragingly, sitting with the fish on the bed.

"All you do is press it when you get a chance, the 3 don't have to be in the same room but would be better if you could, wiping all their minds of any memory since you said this whole thing started, knocking them unconscious for a full 2 hours, giving you plenty of time to delete all the physical proof, allowing you the chance to get back to work without these infantile distractions" the snake explained proudly as Baxter looked up and down between the device and his friend in astonishment.

That feeling however diminished as his mind reminded him that he was still mad at the inventor.

"You should have been more focused on the battle tomorrow, we have all the chance after" Baxter scoffed as he placed the device back on the snake before reaching for another weapon to work on.

"Baxter-" Sir pentious huffed patiently.

"I am not hearing it, you will be here to greet me after the battle, I am not having my efforts go to waste!" Baxter scowled as he tried to ignore Sir Pentious's look of pity, he didn't care how he was behaving.

"You choose now to be an optimist," Sir pentious asked rhetorically, unable to give a quick chuckle despite the situation.

"I swear to Lucifer Pentious-" Baxter began to yell, only to be interrupted by a louder chorus of laughter from the snake.

"I promise old friend, I'll do all I can to see you after" Sir pentious promised, cheesy grin and all.

"Just, don't do anything dumb, you jobbernowl" Baxter simply rolled his eyes, ignoring how cliche things were becoming.

"I hope you safe too, you Foozler" Sir pentious grinned as he got his own revenge by ruffling the fish's neatly slick back hair.

Notes:

Apologies for taking forever, first was on holiday then starting back at Uni, a new job and then food poisoning. Its been a roller coaster. But dw I’ve got drafts in progress and if all goes according to plan I should be able to post the next one tomorrow, but it ain't a guarantee. Thank you for your patience :)

Chapter 51: Good boy

"I am really sorry for this, I know I'm forcing you to do something you're not comfortable with but I promise I'm only looking out-" Charlie rambled as she led Baxter and herself outside.

Since he had gone out of his room, Baxter had been bombarded with a pleather of apologies and explanations of why the princess had decided this was the best course of action.

Baxter felt like he was getting to his witts end. If it wasn't for the cabalistic distractions, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself from snapping at her. (more than he had).

"I get it, you can't allow your mind to "worry" about me, you need to be focusing on the battle, I understand but I am not going to act like I am happy with it" Baxter grumbled at her. As he said, he did understand her reasoning, having time to process and see the army they had built, the angler fish did comprehend she had a lot on her plate and still fretting over him. He still believed he could be better off fighting among them but he would not be the reason they lost this war.

They can talk after, Baxter thought, as they walked to the back of the hotel.

They had seen Vox's drones flying around the crowd of reporters and the little army they had built. With the information Baxter had gathered from Charlie, acknowledging the fact that Vox hadn't truly left and had seen the incident the other day. Vox would definitely be hiding around every little nook and cranny to make sure he could see everything. This means that as the two exited the back way, they knew that the TV overlord could see them.

"I know and I totally get it and I will never, ever, ask you to do anything like this ever again, I promise!" Charlie exclaimed full-heartedly, her eyes filled with held-back tears and guilt.

A face that Baxter had been refusing to meet, was making the mad scientist grow the emotion...empathy....Ugh. Of course, he wouldn't show it, but it didn't mean he didn't feel it.

"Just..just focus on the war, I want my devices used to their full advantage" Baxter commanded not allowing such sympathy reach his fin-like ears, finally meeting Charlie's face, his face serious, like what he said was not up for debate.

"We will I promise" Charlie promised once more, using his words to empower her fighting spirit, scrunching her eyes to refuse any tears to fall, her face only showing bravery.

"So inspiring Baxter!" The voice of Vox announced, interrupting the motivating moment.

"Hope you are continuing to put the same level of effort into Voxtech products as you are for these hazbins" Vox laughed as the usual portal opened, revealing the TV overlord in a superhero pose (oh how false it was just to look at).

"I would if you'd let me" Baxter scoffed as he no longer gave a fuck. Not when he had the instrument of his freedom in his pocket.

"Grouchy, what, sad you have to leave the sleepover first?" Vox questioned patronisingly as he walked out with a spring in his step.

"But then again, this could be the last time you see any of these...lovely individuals, so I hope you've said your goodbyes" Vox grinned maliciously towards the princess, eyes not moving away as he easily picked the fish up from his collar like he was scruffing a kitten.

"Good luck to you all, oh and especially give my best to Alastor, HA!" Vox laughed with glee, clearly excited for the show that was soon to begin.

The group had no idea as to what time the angels would have arrived with this new extermination, it could be as soon as the clock started at 00:00. Meaning the group had to be up at that time.

Meaning Baxter had to be "collected" before the official day. 10 minutes until that day officially started. No one in hell slept at all the day before extermination day. Like the hellish version of Christmas Day.

Baxter gave a quick nod to Charlie before the portal closed. Tell her, this would not be the last time he would see her, they would talk after and of course...good luck.

 

"Oho, this is gonna be so good!" Vox giggled gleefully, practically jumping in place as his mind filled with what he could only imagine was Alastor being brought down a peg or 10.

Baxter simply rolled his eyes annoyedly, how he wished he could activate the device right now, but it was just too risky.

Just because Extermination Day was upcoming, it didn't mean the employees of hell were allowed to go home early, in fact, they chose to stay in, the V tower was practically next to royalty into protective services, so it made sense.

Activating it early could add the risk of getting caught by other workers' demons with questions as to where he had been or not being able to properly destroy evidence so secretively.

Meaning as much as it made him nauseated, he'd have to wait until the extermination was truly finished.

Vox's enthusiasm dwelled a little it seemed as he saw that the fish had not shared his excited mood, actively trying to avoid contact despite how he dangled in the TV's grip.

"Awww, don't look so sour kiddo, Daddy's still gonna have time for his favourite baby" Vox cooed as he swished the fish to face him, tilting his chin gently so eyes could meet.

"In fact, Daddy has the perfect idea for what we can do together" Vox grinned, his tone displaying a dangerous aura.

Baxter had to withhold a gulp of apprehension, not appreciating the overlord's manner of threatening speech as he was hoisted into a more secure hold in the TV's arms.

Baxter had been taken into the higher levels of the tower. The one to which only the 3 V's had access.

"You should feel so lucky, only 3 people have ever been in our modest home," Vox said as he grinned down to the fish's filled features.

Looking at the decor that he was now witnessing, it had more resemblance to the Velvettes section, but the furniture was meant to be more homely than business, large red couches, a TV a kitchen and a dining room he could make out as he was brought into the living room. Where he could only slump in vexation as there were evident modifications for his stay.

A blue-violet playpen that was in the middle of the said long couches and TV.

Inside from above he could see a baby sleep mat with a blue cotton blanket, a changing mat which had a stacked pile of diapers just next to it in the corner, a series of water-based plushies and a box which Baxter could only imagine was filled with other infant horrors.

"The others are still in bed, so we can have some bonding time just to us before I send you to bed myself" Vox stated out loud as he entered the playpen, placing the fish onto the mat as he began undressing him once more.

His back luckily seemed to have recovered faster than expected, the electrical scars however seemed like they were either going to take much longer or following the fish hypothesis, due to it being Vox's power, his soul's owner, it was permanent. Baxter believed this because it was like a way of branding his ownership, just like how his neck was forever permanent in scars that had yet to pass also.

Regardless, he was practically back to normal. His legs other than the pulsating wound caused by the acid had finally gained enough strength for him to walk. It looked very staggering and it took a lot of energy, but he had finally gained back his mobility.

He was so close to freedom, or as much as he could with having your soul not being yours.

"There we go" Vox announced as the Overlord had finished his task.

Baxter blinked in surprise, he hadn't expected for him to be able to get so lost in thought that he forgot the mortification that was being dressed and dolled up by his oppressor. Pray he hadn't just gotten used to it when he was going to be done with all of this nonsense!

Looking down he noticed that he had had once more been placed in nothing besides a diaper.

Panic immediately crept into Baxter's mind, memories of the last time he had been placed in this outfit creating his breath to hitch.

"I'm sorry, please, don't-" Baxter mindlessly began to beg as Vox started to pick him back up.

"What you on about?" Vox simply laughed as he watched the fish get so skittish.

"Don't get yourself in a tizzy when you don't know what I have planned" Vox dismissed the fish's hysteria.

"No, please, I, What did I do wrong? I don't-" Baxter pleaded, the image of the milk machine and cold metal table burning in his mind.

And yet when Vox opened the door, Baxter's prayers were paused when he saw no machine in sight. Instead, it seemed that it was a bathroom. A fancy one at that as the tub was practically a medium-sized pool, next to that was even a jacuzzi and a large cabinet and toiletries.

In the middle of this luxurious bathroom, however, there seemed to be a kiddie pool, filled with fish-designed toys instead of water.

"All alright, if you've calmed down now, I think it's time to beat this silly little fear of yours, extermination is like New Years after all and after tonight there's a lot that's going to be new if all goes according to plan" Vox continued menacingly as he placed Baxter in the practically empty inflatable pool before walking over to the sink.

"What do you mean by that?" Baxter asked lowly as he tried climbing out of the paddling pool.

Only to be pulled back in the middle as Vox came back with a hose in his hand, pointing it downwards as water started running and filling the pool.

Baxter immediately jumped back from the water pursuing after his webbed feet.

(Nononononononono) The fish's mind shrieked as he desperately climbed over the barrier.

"Now now, no need to be so dramatic" Vox laughed as he once more grabbed the angler demon, sticking him motionless.

"No, let me go!" Baxter begged as he was forced to stand still as the water now coming for his shins.

"Baby boy, breathe, you're safe with me" Vox tried to soothe, despite how he was the reason for the fish's fright.

Baxter tried pulling away as best he could, yet Vox easily kept him still with a single hand as he began grabbing 2 water wings from where Baxter's sight had been missed.

Placing one on the fish's arm successfully but getting both on would be a different story as Baxter simply yanked them off as soon as they were positioned.

"Stop being difficult, everyone needs to take a bath or learn how to swim, it's not very hygienic to only be towel washed" Vox pointed out like a scolding mother.

"I don't care! Let me out!" Baxter cried as he refused to listen to Vox's words as panic and adrenaline pumped his body, continuing to thrash, squirm and attempt as many escapes as possible.

Vox himself felt like he was coming to his witts end himself, completely soaked as the majority of the water had splashed on him and outside the pool, and not even getting a single moment of peace to turn off the tap as Baxter, now with the floaties was able to get over, landing on the tiled floor with a thud that even made Vox cringe before chasing the fish who was desperately banging on the locked bathroom door.

"Baxter stop it now, you're being melodramatic you're torsos not even covered" Vox groaned as he further tried to give consolation to the smaller sinner.

The TV tried putting a bath seat in the water so Baxter would stay put so he could enjoy the cute sad face, yet the angler demon persisted in kicking water everywhere to get it off his body, subconsciously dousing the TV's screen with the majority of the splashes.

"Why don't we just focus on your toys baby," Vox asked as he tried giving a zebra-looking toy fish to the demon fish, only for the toy to be smacked out of the overlord's hand.

"I don't care about your fucking dumb toys! I don't care about any of this bullshit, just let me go!" Baxter screamed as he continued physically shoving the water away.

It was at this point that Vox had enough.

This "quality time" clearly wasn't going how he planned it, meaning he was going to have to result in plan B.

"Fine then" Vox stated with a massive huff, grabbing Baxter out from the bath seat and kiddie pool, not giving even a side glance as water dripped from the fish's form onto his shirt, not that he wasn't already soaked.

Instead, he grabbed the pool and poured it onto the floor, the drain guzzling it all down.

The angler demon watched in confusion before he was carried out of the bathroom and through a series of unfamiliar rooms, only to find himself staying in a dark navy blue, completely covered in aquariums, Vox's personal favourites that only he could enjoy.

Baxter could only watch in terror as he saw he was being taken to where a private aquarium opened.

(H, he's, he's not going to...) Baxter thought in fright as his body registered he was still in danger.

Trying to wriggle out of the TV's grip was fruitless. Just as ineffective as stopping the overlord from placing the fish into the damp kiddie pool before setting both the inflatable and the fish onto the surface of the water.

Disbelief and dread filled his lungs as he was pushed lightly away from the sturdy foundation of the land. The feeling of the water waves underneath him was enough to make him shake in horror, too afraid to move for fear of doing something to prevent his only safety net from plunging him into the water below.

Vox was soon to follow as Baxter's makeshift boat continued to float away. the waves grew larger as the TV entered the water.

The sharks that were swimming in the aquarium came ing towards the overlord like the loyal pets they were, swirling around him as they each received pets.

Once that was done, Vox swam to check how Baxter was coping.

Not well.

Not well at all, just as he expected.

The poor fish was trembling as his hands held onto the ring's edge with an iron grip. His eyes quivered at the see-through floor below as the sharks swam underneath to greet the other new member.

"Having fun kiddo?" Vox asked as he reached him, placing a relaxed wet elbow onto the poolside.

"STOP IT!" Baxter shrieked as the weight force was enough to make him face-plant onto the inflatable floor. The sight was nauseating, his eyes burned as violent tears fell, dropping on the plastic surface as he tried to forget the sound of screaming that haunted his past.

"Awwww? But I thought you said you didn't care about this bullshit anymore?" Vox maliciously taunted as he swivelled the circular device around so that Baxter would be in under his grasp.

"That's not, that's not what I meant" The fish answered the TV's cruel question, only before divulging into a series of raw and uncontrollable crying.

Sighing with smugness and pride, Vox watched in victory as he took his sweet time to admire the sight.

After a few minutes of gloating Vox decide to be merciful, swimming back to the edge of the aquarium, and dragging the inflatable behind him to take the angler demon out of the situation.

"Now then, what did we learn?" Vox practically sang as he jumped out of the water, body dripping as he yanked the kiddie pool and Baxter inside back onto a solid surface.

"Are you going to stay put and play nice in the kiddie pool or are you going to continue pretending to be a big boy when you're not?" Vox questioned further, gazing upon the fish's trembling form, his continued sobbing echoing throughout the room as he had instinctively curled himself into a ball.

Vox shook his head with a delighted eye roll, clearly having gotten his answer.

Carefully picking up the fish's weeping, curled-up form, he held him close into his chest and began walking back to the main room, dragging the kiddie pool back with them.

Baxter was freezing and still shaking as his crying slowly began to calm, holding onto Vox for dear life, for both a heat and a grounding source.

"Oh pobrecito, what happened?" Valentino asked as the two re-entered the V's living space, the moth and mannequin demon now clearly awake, had they been awakened from the racket or just by themselves Vox couldn't say.

"Relax, just a little certain someone getting themselves all riled up for nothing" Vox hummed as he paused to answer the question, even turning to the side to put the angler demons' humiliation and dispair on full display.

"That said, I believe it's time for said little ones to nap, be right back" Vox added quickly, that being directed to the fish or the other overlords was anyone's guess, but Vox had already left.

 

Rentering the bathroom Vox placed back the pool and went to grab a large fluffy blue towel and placed it on the floor.

Vox then proceeded to place Baxter on said towel, wrapping it around the trembling fish to towel dry.

"Go away" Baxter whispered pitifully as the overlord proceeded to hoist the towel around to swaddle him, not without making sure that his face was also cleaned.

"Aww baby, you're gonna break daddy's heart here" Vox cooed as he picked Baxter back up.

"Guess we'll just have to keep trying won't we?" Vox hummed as he rocked the angler demon back and forth, the two knowing exactly what the overlord was talking about.

Baxter simply shook his head tiredly, his body's energy depleting from the adrenaline it was previously filled with.

"Now why don't you close those eyes, I'll wake you up before you miss TV time?" Vox recommended (ordered) as he carried Baxter from the bathroom to the kitchen where a stash of bottles stood.

Grabbing one Vox waited for Baxter to try and refuse before placing it perfectly in his mouth.

"Shh, shh, time for sleep" Vox hushed as Baxter tried to turn his head away, holding the bottle steady as the fish's spirit quelled, siping the milk laced with the sleep potion.

"There we are" Vox whispered as baxters eyes closed and lights shut off, swapping the bottles teat for the pacifiers.

"Why are you sending him to sleep if the whole reason he's here is because you wanted to torment him all day?" Velvette asked in confusion as she watched one of her colleagues swap the now damp towel for a dryer, fluffier blanket, the towel now resting under the fish's water-dowsed hair.

"Because while I take enjoyment in all that when he gets cranky, it's a lot harder to control him and that can get VERY tiring" Vox sighed as he planted himself onto the couch.

"You're just not used to controlling people like this, you'll get used to it" Valentino reassured as he held his partner close.

"Yeah, hopefully, this little rebellious act is just a phase" Vox huffed with a tinge of annoyance, the sooner he could get Baxter out of that hotel, the better.

"Anyways, I better get set up, you two got it covered here Vox asked as he stretched, not wanting to fall asleep himself.

"Don't worry so much mi cariño, this isn't the first time we took care of little chaquito if you recall" Valentino reminded as Vox stood up, not before Valentino pulled him back down for a quick kiss on his hand.

"Yeah alright, oh and don't take the pacifier out unless for feeding, should have heard the potty mouth on him" Vox was quick to advise as he began to walk out, not before halting in the doorway to give them a quick instruction.

"Got it Vox, now fuck off!" Velvette groaned as she quickly back to answering her phone's notifications.

So with those words of confidence, Vox went off to get the camera ready.

 

When Baxter woke up, the familiar heaviness was quickly detected throughout his body, like an anvil of forced relaxation was dropped on him.

Stretching to try and bring back his senses, he was quickly alerted to restrictions of doing so.

Wriggling his way out of the tight constraint of a blanket wrapped around him, he found that his hand was once more fully contained.

(I don't remember...) Baxter thought in confusion as he further analysed the clothing he was adorned in.

Vox's favourite outfit, the shark hooded onesie, was now covered in stitches from where both Angler Demon and TV overlord had clawed and ripped, the hand's holes now also stitched together and of course washed.

"Well look who's awake?" the voice of Valentino crooned, interrupting the fish's assessment of his new attire.

"Don't worry chaquito, daddy's just doing some work, so you and Papi can have some fun" Valentino gleaned as he easily picked the fish up.

Manoeuvring himself to sit better in the playpen, he was able to properly cradle the angler demon with his lower pair of arms, his wings practically cocooning him in the hold as the lust overlord proceeded to try and mess with the angler demon's lure.

(God I get it, you're a moth, so fuck a lamp and leave me be!) Baxter thought as he squirmed in the moth's hold.

"Ah ah Bebé pequeñito, too early for a fuss" Valentino scolded, little pulling his lure to stop the angler demons from stirring.

"Does baby need a calming pill?" The moth continued to threaten as he held a much too familiar mind-numbing pill in front of his eyes.

Baxter at first glance at the pill shook his head aggressively.

"Good, so why don't you be a good boy and play with your toys?" Valentino suggested as he grabbed a nearby rattle, shaking it just over the scientist's head.

(I mean it, knock it off!) Baxter growled as he tried reaching for it, wanting to swat it out of his hand. Only for it to be seen that Baxter was just interacting in the game.

In the background Velvette had taken a break from the updates of the extermination, everyone saying how if they'll survive their companies will expand, the news of the hazbins still battle ect, but since there was nothing about the actual event happening yet, she decided to record the sight in front of her.

"Smile darling" Velvette called to the two.

Baxter in confusion looked over to the maniquine demon, only to see a phone following him. At once he realised his embarrassment was again being recorded for the overlord's entertainment.

So to try and save face, Baxter simply turned fully away, from both screen and toy, his hands going over his face with his back turned to the camera.

"Aww, is someone camera shy?" Valentino mocked as he watched his face glow brighter blue under his clothed hands.

"Get used to it love, As soon as I can convince Vox to post these, your baby face will make my sales go through the roof" Velvette declared as she paused her video.

"Yeah, because daddy dearest is gonna let his baby out to the public so easily, what do you think I've been trying to do" Valentino scoffed mockingly as he turned the fish back around, cradling him into his higher arms to get a better look at the tiny demons fluster.

"At least I wouldn't be doing it for those kinds of reasons" Velvette argued with a look of disgust.

"It's hell princesa, who'd give a fuck" The moth shrugged as he saw no issue with it.

A startled squeak erupted from the angler demon, clearly alarmed at the moth's nonchalance in being accused of such plans.

This however caused the Overlord to laugh at his reaction.

"Relax baby face, I wouldn't let that happen to you, I like you too much," Valentino said as he pinched the angler demon's freckled cheek lightly.

It was clear that the moth had been messing with Baxter, yet despite this, to think Valentino wasn't or couldn't be above such actions would be ludicrous. It made him incredibly on edge and the most uneasy than he had ever been of the moth.

"Aww, you scared the poor thing" Velvette pouted as she saw the clear fear in the fish's eyes.

"Little thing has always been too sensitive, but he wouldn't be cute if not" Valentino gushed as he didn't respect the fish's fears of himself, patronisingly petting the fish's head before placing the angler demon on the floor.

"Vox got takeout, make sure he doesn't escape while I get it ready, he has a habit of doing that" Valentino instructed as he gave the mannequin demon a very familiar-looking remote.

"Yes yes, I've got it covered, do what you need to do and all that" Velvette dismissed as she grabbed the remote before returning her attention to her phone.

This earned a deadpanned look from the moth, non the less Valentino shook his head before leaving the two be.

Baxter at once stood up, going over to see the bars and edges that caged him from the outside.

Looking back at Velvette, it seemed like she was mindlessly scrolling on her cellular device.

He had no interest in anything inside this cage, so he decided to test its limits.

He couldn't rock it to make it topple, nor could he lift it to squeeze through the gap. However, as he tried reaching for the edge, jumping just to get his hidden fingers to grip it, he suddenly felt a great wave of his gravity shifting, yanking him back to the floor like a boulder pushed off the cliff's edge.

(W, what?-) Baxter thought in confusion as it felt like his back had just been glued to the floor, no matter how hard he tried to roll or sit back up, he found he couldn't.

"Oh yeah, I also added that Head Protection Pillow into that outfit once I was able to get it stitched back together, if this was one of my outfits that got ripped to shreds, well, you don't need to worry about that do we darling?" Velvettes voice explained and asked as she simply videoed his failure, his glaring face meeting hers as he so wished to be able to raise his hand and give her the bird.

"So, do I need to keep you lying on the floor to stop you from being a little twat or are you gonna be quiet so I can watch these live streams in peace?" the mannequin demon questioned, bending down to put the camera even more in his face.

Without any other option, Baxter complied, moving his eyes in a way to indicate a nod.

"Good boy" Velvet praised as she patted his head before clicking the remote again, causing his gravity to lessen back to normal.

Sitting back up, velvet simply returned to the couch. Leaving Baxter to huff in the spot.

Looking at a nearby clock he saw that it was almost 3.

(It's going to be any moment now) Baxter could only think with dread.

What the angler demon could hate more than this treatment was being kept in the dark. Not literally, his form simply did not allow for such a thing, maybe that's why he hated it so much, both his form and mind never allowed to be left clueless.

Moving to sit against the bars closest to Velvette, he tried hearing for any updates, wishing to relive this antsy feeling that was in his gut.

"Dinners ready" Valentino's voice called a few minutes after he had left, interrupting Baxter's strenuous attempts to listen to any useful information.

"You coming muñequita?" Valentino asked as he walked further into the room.

"Fuck that, I'd rather eat the gunk you feed precious here" Velvette grimaced, she didn't have her killer body if she ate all the garbage they did.

(By all means, have at it) Baxter grumbled annoyedly, he'd rather anyone else than himself eat it.

"Best choice, you are looking a little-" Valentino was about to insult before the precarious crack of a neck turn was heard.

"You better piss off you cock face before I do something I won't regret" Velvette snapped dangerously.

With that Valentino didn't speak any further, instead proceeded to collect Baxter and get out of that situation as fast as he could.

This led to two the inclusion of a very excited-looking Vox in the dining room sitting at the Table.

"How's was my little man, you had a good nap?" Vox asked enthusiastically, watching as the moth placed his "baby" in the newly placed high chair.

Baxter in response simply grimaced at the rhetorical questions thrown at his expense.

"Well I hope you're hungry, daddy got you a special treat just for tonight" Vox stated as he reached down from the floor, only to bring up a large white box, opening it to reveal a vanilla-coloured mound.

"Voxy, what is that? Valentino asked in confusion at what Vox had just unboxed.

"It's a cake" Vox stated with pride, looking at the jaw-dropped expression that was on the fish's face, his mind being unable to register what he was looking at.

"That's bigger than his head" Valentino added with a disbelieving laugh.

"I know right" Vox laughed back, avoiding the issue despite how it was like a blaring alarm on his face.

"So eat up kiddo" Vox urged as he took the pacifier out with a pop and shoved the desert in front of his face.

Baxter could already feel his stomach clenching in refusal, his head shaking the same at the towering pile of sugar.

"Now don't be shy, say ahh" Vox encouraged further as he held out a spoon, scooping a sample before holding it out towards the fish's mouth.

"Hasn't the baby only been bottle-fed?" Valentino asked in curiosity.

The constant questions started to get Vox to become a little irritable.

"Relax, he won't choke, it's practically just buttercream, but I can always mix that with the milk if he can't figure that out.

Not like the the sound of that combination nor seeing that as a benefit for himself, he would only be doubling the amount of sickly substances.

So shakily and unwillingly as possible, he opened his mouth for the spoon.

"Good boy" Vox praised as he placed it inside.

At once the nauseatingly sweet taste overwhelmed his senses.

"Now make sure to eat all of this, it was expensive" Vox teased as he went to scoop another blob of sugary butteriness.

(Expensive? just for a mountain of buttercream) Baxter's suspected thoughts were questioned in incredulity.

Regardless Baxter ate.

And ate.

And ate as horrid memories came flooding back.

The endless pumping of milk, the endless feeling of nausea and drowning.

How it filled his gills, His once human lungs.

How laughter was heard around him no matter how much he begged.

How much he cried...

Droplets hit the white plastic table underneath him.

"Another accident?" Vox asked as he held back the spoon he was about to mindlessly insert.

"Uh, no, he's dry" Valentino answered with perplexity as he unzipped the fish to check the waterproof diaper he still wore.

Only resulting in Baxter's cries deepening with intensity at the feeling.

"Ok ok," Vox announced as he swiftly placed the spoon down to cradle the fish in his arm.

"Does someone have a tummy ache?" Vox cooed as he bounced the fish gently up and down.

Despite his free mouth he now claimed, his screaming mind refused for him to use it to his advantage, simply crying out for someone to provide some comfort, to take him out of his mind, out of this horrible, horrible nightmare.

Sadly, all he had right now, was 2 overlords that took enjoyment out of his misery, the main reasons for his mind being placed in that mindscape in the first place.

"Maybe it was a little ambitious to start you back on solids" Vox sighed to himself as he simply held Baxter in his chest, allowing him to cry himself out.

"It's not like he can't finish it later" Valentino added passively as he watched his partner gently pat the sniffling fish's back attentively.

"Yeah you're right, isn't he baby?" Vox agreed as he held Baxter with one arm, the other continuing to eat.

Baxter simply and subconsciously hid his face away, wanting nothing more than to block everything out. Despite how much he would berate himself to continue to depend on his intimidator, at this moment all he wanted was a source of stability and sadly, all that there was, was this.

 

After Vox had finished, Baxter seemed to have finally started to soothe.

"There we are, now why don't we go play before the show begins?" Vox suggested as he wiped away some of the last tears away.

"No-" Baxter tried to refuse before something was popped back into his mouth.

"Shhh, trust Daddy, he knows what's best" Vox comforted as he placed the pacifier into his lips, not listening to the clear denial that was his wishes.

With those words, Vox simply took Baxter back into the living room with Valentino and Velvette.

Placing Baxter back into the pin he was about to grab a teddy on the floor.

However, due to the high amounts of fluids he took throughout the day, it shouldn't be a surprise when the warm dampness was felt.

(Why?! I couldn't have gone one for my last time in this infant perdition?!) Baxter cringed at the realisation.

"Aww, so now somebody had an accident" Vox commented as the realisation spread to him, an entertained and pitying expression filling his screened face.

"Well he should do it now than during whenever this shit starts" Valentino unhelpfully commented as Vox fought a struggling and embarrassed Baxter to lay down on the changing mat.

"Uh yeah, tell me when you're done with that" Velvette dismissed as she walked out, not wanting to see.

Baxter however found him grateful one of these V's understood the meaning of privacy.

Unlike the moth who simply laughed at the fish's uncomfortableness as his lower half was changed.

"It's ok baby, I know that little mind must be filled with so many big questions and emotions during this, but you can let all that go, after tonight, you won't have to think about anything like this again" Vox announced as he finished, zipping him back up before placing him back to sit on a fluffy blanket.

(Yeah, I can say the same to you) Baxter snarled internally.

Perhaps any other night he would be terrified of what Vox meant by that, like what he had meant this morning. But after tonight, it would be his turn to be in control.

"Girls, it's starting!" Velvette announced as she rushed back into the room, the live stream she was watching showed the familiar parting of hellish clouds.

"Fucking finally" Valentino grinned as he turned the TV on.

"Hehe, are you ready to see your friends on the big screen?" Vox asked as he tussled the fish's hair before stepping out of the pin to join the other overlords.

Leaving Baxter sat just before the screen, sitting on a blanket, next to a baby's plushie and about to watch his... acquaintances start their war.

Chapter 52: You promised

Within the comfort of the V tower, Baxter helplessly watched the war raging between the forces of heaven exorcists and the citizens of hell who chose to partake.

On the edge of his seat, he watched the first man, Adam and his Exorcists assault Hazbin Hotel.

Alastor had placed up a protective shield while the others fought the angels who had managed through. Only to lead to the 1:1 between the first male and the demon Overlord.

Vox had been the most vocal for the deer demon's demise, cheering and applauding as the wendigo was pushed back into the defence, microphone broken just as painfully as the gash on his chest.

Only to call and swear in frustration and anguish as Alastor retreated into the shadows.

"Pussy!" Vox screamed as the radio demon's image truly vanished.

"Come here you" Vox called as he grabbed Baxter from the back.

Placing him in his lap, he wrapped his arms around the angler demon and rested his head on top of the fish's hair like he was the TV's own personal rage pillow. The hold was already uncomfortable to be in regardless of how close or tight it was, the electricity that ran down the TV's form however did not make it any easier.

Black, red and gold blood splattered the battlefield as more and more were killed.

And then.

An earth-crumbling noise was heard, vibrating as something began to shift and fly out of the hotel's walls.

Sir pentious's ship.

(W, what is that idiot doing?) Baxter's mind asked as his eyes bolted out of their sockets, seeing the snakes form along with his army of eggbois in the ship.

"Don't!" Baxters begged through his mouth barrier, watching as the laser he and Sir Pentious had upgraded before the battle. Watching it as built up power to fire directly in Adams's face.

Only for Adam to blast it in a flash.

"Well, that could have been a disaster" The first man quipped jokingly.

"NOOOOOOO!" Charlie screamed in agony as the others watched in horror and shock at the action that had just taken place.

"Damm, tough break" was all Vox said, he had no strong feelings toward the snake, which was the reason why he sent him to the hotel in the first place, so he wasn't losing anyone valuable.

Speaking of:

Looking down at his favourite employee, Vox saw that Baxter had been stunned into silence, looking with trembling eyes as if not a single speck or fragment remained.

(No.......you promised...) was all Baxter could think as his eyes dimmed, his fins lowered and the lights of his body darkened.

"Aww, that's right, you and Penny were old friends weren't you" Vox prodded as he connected the pieces to the fish's particular behaviour.

Baxter remained unmoved despite the clear attempt to rouse him.

"It's ok baby, you haven't lost anything, hell you won't even notice him gone" Vox laughed as he settled back into his seat, the other overlords nodding and laughing with him.

Yet Baxter stayed silent and still.

After that, it was no surprise to see Charlie unleashing her wrath. Going full demon form as her teddy-like pets grew into humongous snarling beasts, sending both she and the exorcist-turned-fallen angel towards the leader.

It was close, but Adam had killed one of the beasts and sent Charlie falling. If it hadn't been for the one and only Lucifer Morningstar coming into the battle in a blaze of glory and fury, who knew what could have happened?

Leading to the fight of the ages, the first man and the snake of Eden. It had been almost pitiful how Lucifer made kicking Adams's ass look, getting his face completely smashed in until Charlie pulled him back.

They had done it, they had Adam on his knees, mercy being his only choice to call. Not that he understood, preaching his importance, how no one would be here if not for him, in hell, earth or hell.

His speech was swiftly cut short as an angelic knife was shown to plunge out from the man's chest.

Who was responsible for this feat?

Baxter only needed one guess.

"Niffty?!" Charlie asked in utter incredulity as she watched the knife-wielding cyclops take but a brief moment before continuously stabbing Adam even more, laughing maniacally as she had previously done so.

"Holy shit" Vox gasped in disbelief, Velvette looking just as stunned as Valentino looked like all the blood had drained from his undead body, eyes wide in fear and yet relief as he had just realised something from the past.

Regardless, after Niffty simply skipped away, the still "alive" exorcist and second in command were quickly sent packing back to heaven.

Because for the first time in hell's history.

"The extermination had been cancelled" the voice of Katie Killjoy was quick to state, her news crew had been quick to get on the biggest scoop of a millennium.

Vox in haste with the excitement ran to the monitor room, placing Baxter on the sofa where he could only watch what the news channel.

He watched as Vox and Valentino twirled, sang and danced in the exhilaration of the promises that now laid their way.

Velvette simply recorded with an amused smile before joining in their villainous laughter.

All while Baxter refused to watch any further of them, wanting to focus on the events still happening at the hotel, apparently they were already starting to re-build it.

"That was exciting wasn't it?" Vox asked as they finished, Vox's attention already going back to him, seizing him as he playfully began throwing him up and down over his head.

Yet Baxter refused to show any emotion but distain.

"Aww, what's wrong kiddo? still sad about sir purposeless ?" Vox asked in confusion, settling him back into the nest that was in his arms.

"I told you, you'll forget him, so let's cheer up yeah! It is a celebration, and I know how busy you'll be in your lab, working so hard like my good busy bee" Vox sang happily, trying to get the fish just as giddy as he.

Yet Baxter's cold, slit-eyed dark gaze continued.

"....Seriously, what's up?" Vox asked as he was starting to get a bit nervous with how dangerously the fish was staring at him.

Taking the pacifier out to get an answer, the other confused overlords watched as the angler demon wiped his chin before answering.

"I can leave now" Baxter stated, clearly not a question.

"Hah, not until you finish your cake" Vox laughed as he felt relief, in his mind, he didn't see this as anything more than a pouty request.

Vox tried popping the pacifier back in the fish's mouth, yet Baxter blocked it was a white muscled fist.

"The agreement was that I have to stay here before and during the extermination, as the extermination is finished, I can leave of my own free will" Baxter declared, voice devoided of emotion as his pupils continued to get even sharper.

"Is that right?" Vox challenged with a spark of his electric eye.

But Baxter had been pushed past the point of caring.

"Yes," Baxter expressed, showing Vox that he was not in the mood to play.

The three overlords looked at each other before smirking at one another in agreement, a clear mocking and amused face of "that's precious".

"Well ok little one, I can let you see the wreck of your home for a bit, but if it's still rubble, guess you'll be staying at daddy's, just like how it should have been" Vox laughed, in too much of a good mood, he could amuse the fish for tonight vox decided.

With that, the TV took the fish back towards the changing matt.

As soon as Baxter was re-dressed into his full lab gear and taken out of the play pit, ensuring that all overlords were in the room he wasted no time in ripping the little pocket he had sewn secretively and grabbed the invention the snake had created for him.

"Oh, what you got-" Vox was going to ask with a coo, bending down to his level.

Only for Baxter to punch him square in the middle of his rectangle face.

"Gah! What the fuck?!" Vox yelled in shock, not even being able to process the anger with how out of the blue the attack was.

"That was for all the shit you've put me through these past fucking years you scumbag" Baxter growled as the three overlords looked at him with astonishment.

"Why you little-" Vox was about to yell in outrage, beginning to summon the blue chains.

Only to be further silenced by a sudden bright light coming from the fish's other hand.

Leading to all the Overlords instantly become unconscious, falling to the ground from where they stood.

Baxter's form trembled with adrenaline, from what Baxter couldn't pinpoint, it could have been the punch or from the realisation of what he had even said or.....

As his features darkened further, Baxter told himself to calm down, he wasn't out of the woods just yet.

Without uttering another word Baxter got to work, snatching their phones and hacking into their photos, messages, Vox cloud and anything else that could have captured the last humiliating days of his life.

Looking back at the V's, Baxter's senses told him to continue his attacks, wanted nothing more than to rip Vox's electric cords right after smashing his glass face in, rip Valenetino's wings and force pill bottle after pill bottle down his disgusting throat.

A force however seemed to hold him back, perhaps it was the contract itself, creating a barrier to preventing any harm coming to the TV man, perhaps it was the back of his mind shouting at him that it would only cause more suspicion.

Regardless, he put down his fists after releasing a rage-filled breath.

If he couldn't get the rightful amount of revenge his mind craved, he'd go to the next best thing.

Sending all demons to leave with Vox's phone, he began the steps he found Vox's office, hacking once more to delete all evidence from the cameras and such, ensuring there was no trace of him. Destroyed the camera feeds and the cameras themselves in his lab as well as the nursery, also random footage here and there so it wouldn't just be the two, he did have to make it look random and not connected after all.

From his lab, he retrieved the equipment needed to set up the ABDL room and other sets in Valentino's section on fire and of course, all the extra equipment that was with the V's room, bringing them down and into the said rooms so it was less suspicious.

Watched in deep satisfaction as every tool Vox used on him became nothing more than ash piles.

Of course, he had been able to edit the footage of someone else committing arson, choosing one of the scientists that Vox had fired, easily to be seen as revenge. The scientist's name was Dennis, who had been the most hated employee within the V tower. He had to research that as Baxter could have easily touched anyone as he hated everyone. Regardless, that meant Vox wouldn't give him a chance to plead his case and would most likely be set on fire himself.

After ensuring that footage was also wiped from memory, putting the whole building on lockdown for the 10 minutes he needed to get out before the overlords awoke. He was 100% certain that Velvette, Valentino and especially Vox would not have anything to trigger any remembrance of what they did to him. Only then did Baxter decide to make his way back to the hotel.

On shaky feet, he watched in the streets as every demon seemed to be too transfixed on the news of the cancelled extermination or getting pasted from the relief drinking they endured.

When Baxter eventually arrived, he was astonished to see the hotel had already been built brand new, a completely new design, he almost felt intimidated to return.

Making his way to the back he was grateful to see there was still a door, he had to avoid being caught in the news anchors in their way trying to get in and have an interview with the princess, it made sense, being such a historical event. But if a pixel of him was seen, Vox could become suspicious once more if he tried to re-watch.

Entering inside, luckily the interior didn't seem too different from its smaller counterpart, he could hear the cheers of the hotel in the room next door.

Baxter didn't join, of course, not believing he was even allowed. And why would he be? He had been uselessly sitting in an ivory tower like a cliche storybook princess while they risked their lives, he didn't deserve to join them.

Instead, he just wanted to find an isolated room to ponder his thoughts, to find a way to re-wire his brain to forget. He decided to do this by walking up the stairs, wanting to put as much distance he could between him and them.

Only as he reached the top.

Sir pentious met him.

Chapter 53: I can tell this is only the beginning of a great partnership

Notes:

Flashback time :)

Baxter spat the remains of water that had filled his lungs.

His form was thrown back and forth until he shakily and tiredly felt something under his palm.

Land?

His head banged as heavy and loudly as a drum, his body cold and weary.

Feeling so small, all he could focus on was his breath.

The feeling of sickness swelled as his senses became more alert.

Why did he feel this way...he should be dead.

Is this what death felt like, a hollow shell of pain with only your mind to keep you company?

Coughing further, he tried to command his eyes to open, instantly dazzled by the yellow light that was in front of him.

The afterlife?

Adjusting his eyesight further, the yellow light moved, what he once thought was the afterlife, he soon realised was just a distraction from the red behind.

(Red...so I guess my pearents were correct) Baxter thought simply, more strength to build upon he took a longer look into what he now could tell was Hell.

Although he hadn't expected it to be this...cold.

Shuffling out of the puddle from where he emerged, he saw creatures, demons, walking past, not paying him any notice as they went on their way.

For the planet's terrifying, story-terrorizing realm, Hell just looked like Earth, just more red.

Not wanting to stay in one place in a world he didn't yet understand the rules of, he did his best to get to his feet. Yet it felt like they were waterlogged, heavy from the water that dripped coldly off his body.

"Ooh, looky here boys, we got a live one" a voice from in front of him stated, alerting Baxter to the new three pairs of shoes that he was face to face with.

"Gah!" Baxter yelped as someone picked him up by the back of his collar. Water dripped off him miserably.

"Oh yeah, smells fresh too!" The one that had grabbed him claimed, giving the side of his head a good smell.

"Yeah, a little small but a looker, should get us a good price at the fish market" the third demon declared, a knife pointed to his neck, a clear warning to not do anything foolish.

Adrenaline coursed through his body once more, shouting at him to run or fight or just anything. Yet with the knife, there'd be no possible...

Something hit the knife-wielding demon, something with such force that it blasted the arm clean off. Dropping the knife due to the shock and pain, caused the daemon to scream in anguish and drop Baxter back onto the wet sanded surface.

"WHO-" the demon began to shriek, only for his head to be blown off as well, sending the corpse to fall to the sandy floor, the water splashing to make Baxters form even more wet.

With that the other two demons decided it was best to flee, not wanting to turn out like their boss.

"Honestly, attacking a demon the moment they arrive in hell? Where is this world coming to, absolutely no class!" a stranger berated as they approached closer.

"Are you ok young sir?" the stranger asked as Baxter could finally make out what was in front of him (he would have to see if hell had any Optometrists for his clearly cracked glasses).

But now closer, he was able to take a look at his saviour, a man-snake hybrid it looked like, with multiple eyes staring down at him, yet the face of the snake was welcoming, and inviting.

"Yes, thank you for the rescue" Baxter said graciously as he tried, slowly this time to stand, shakey but succeeding.

"Ah it was no trouble at all" Sir pentious stated, basking in the praise.

"Can I ask, why, this is hell correct? do you wish to do something worse for your personal benefit?" Baxter was quick to question as he finally found his balance, taking in more the sights of this new realm, but seeing just how tall this snake-man was, he couldn't help but feel himself backing away a bit for safety.

"Why, you're very inquisitive despite just recently arriving, a lot would be running around screaming or begging for an explanation, rare to find someone as calm," The snake man said with surprise, not expecting more than a "Please, don't kill me" like most newly arrived.

"It is easy to deduce where I am, I never believed it would be true but I am not one to dwell on a wrong hypothesis besides if I did believe, I very much doubt I would have ended in heaven regardless, so again back to my original question, what do you want from me" Baxter explained logically, right now he would rely on his genius mind to keep focus, he couldn't allow himself to be vulnerable, who knows how he could be taken advantaged of if he did.

"You have nothing to fear, for I, am the great and powerful sir pentious-" the snake began to introduce dramatically.

"You mean sir Jobbernowl" A passing child-looking demon laughed as they and their friends joined in their giggles.

Immediately the legless man fired a warning shot, sending the little rascals away, still chortling.

"Ignore that! It is Sir Pentious" the now-named Sir Pentious declared before another could try and tarnish his name further.

"Sir pentious? Wait-" Baxter asked before readjusting what was left of his prescription goggles.

Taking a closer look, despite a completely demonic form, he swore he remembered-

"Aren't you that famous inventor-" Baxter began as his mind started filling the pieces.

"Yes-" Sir pentious agreed, happy to see that his name was still respected from above.

"That died promoting snake oil, only for your machines to fail and to be beaten to death for fraud" Baxter quickly finished, immediately shattering the inventor's pride in an instant.

"O, of course not I, god, is that what I am remembered for?" the snake tried to argue before a feeling of shame overfilled his heart, showing it wasn't a possibility.

"R, regardless I helped you because I saw potential" Sir pentious rectified, deciding to get back on track.

"Potential?" Baxter repeated suspiciously as the snake tried to come closer to his side.

"Of course, in that outfit, and how I've learnt your mannerisms I am certain to deduce that you are a mad scientist" the inventor expressed, pointing a finger to all his lab gear that he had died in.

(That's a long jump of an assumption, not wrong, but still) was all Baxter could think at that statement.

"So I wish to ask you to join me in ruling this side of the pentagram, what do you say?!" The snake asked, lowering his head to meet the newly arrived.

(Wow, this is the most desperate man I have ever met...And I drowned in a boating accident) Baxter thought as he swore he could see tears behind the stars of hope that were his pupils.

(But it's not like I've got anything to lose, I need to learn more about this hell and he did save me, so I'm extremely limited with those I can "trust") Baxter deduced as he took a moment to mull it over.

After a few moments of silence, the snake practically shaking in suspense, Baxter decided to finally give his answer.

"Very well, but if this is a trap, I have no bother showing you how mad I can which landed me here" Baxter warned, trying to show the snake that he was not someone to be messed with.

"Excellent" Sir pentious beamed, seemingly completely oblivious to the threat.

"So what is your name, or are you still deciding?" Sir pentious asked as he decided if they were to be working together, it would be good to start building a bridge of trust.

"What do you mean?" Baxter asked with confusion, not sure what the large scaly demon was on about.

"Well many demons choose a new name once they arrive here, to fit better with their new forms" Sir pentious explained sheepishly, not sure where the confusion was coming from.

"New form?" Baxter questioned, only for his mind to click.

But then again, perhaps he should have figured that with everyone around him being demons, he too would have been transfigured.

So with the water, he looked at his reflection, only to stare in disbelief.

"I'm a fucking fish.." Baxter uttered out loud, looking at his new formation with astonishment and incredulity. Pulling at his now fin-like ears as if to check this truly wasn't a fabrication.

What he also found was that the yellow light that dipped in and out of his vision was dangling like a rod from his head, pulling on that was painful, so he just told himself to get used to it.

"Well? What may I address you as?" Sir pentious asked as he simply watched his new partner point and pull at his new figure, especially at the teeth of his underbite.

At the snake's question, Baxter paused.

Back on earth, despite how he tried, his new name would always be either mocked or blatantly ignored for his dead name. Perhaps, this was his chance to make the world never forget his name again. A fresh start for who he wanted to be.

"Baxter, you may call me Baxter" The angler fish demon stated proudly.

"Well Baxter, I can tell this is only the beginning of a great partnership" The snake cheered as the two smiled knowingly at the rest of the realm of hell.

Chapter 54: I will not let it be for not...you idiot

Baxter had to laugh at the naivety of the past as he remained motionless, transfixed on the illustration of his past partner.

A portrait to commend him for his sacrifice, the egg bois among him with the ship he heroically flew into battle with.

The angler demon found himself unable to move from that spot, staring at the picture like he would pop out at any moment and laugh at him for falling for his prank...

Yet no matter how long he stared at the saluting snake, he knew it wasn't true.

"Um, creator?" a familiar voice from Baxter's side asked, sounding skittish and nervous.

Turning his head, he was astonished to see that one of the egg bois had not...was still here.

"D, do you know if the boss is, really gone?" the egg boi asked timidly despite the fish's non-verbal response, staring at him as his surprise settled back to a calm state, despite how Baxter felt at that moment was anything but calm.

"Of course" Baxter answered blankly, staring coldly at his earliest invention.

"Oh...and my brothers" the mourning egg questioned further despite the clear signs of the fish's irritation.

"Why are you asking me such foolish questions that are so blatantly obvious?!" Baxter snapped, causing the egg to back up, startled by his sudden anger.

"You want me to sugarcoat it for you? Lie to your face? make you feel better?" Baxter questioned as he marched towards the egg, snarling in his face as he was the one to bend down to his level.

"Because if that's what you want tough shit, the facts are fact, he is gone from this realm as so many other demons before him! And no amount of whining will undo what is done" The sinner roared, forcing his mind to justify his uproar for only being annoyed at the egg's stupidity instead of the clear disturbance of emotions rumbling.

"He was a self-sacrificial idiot who we shouldn't bother with the what ifs like "if he had just stayed put" or "what if he had taken more time perfecting his art" instead of wasting it on...." Baxter continued as sadly, his more emotional and vulnerable barriers were crumbling as the memories of Sir pentious were annoyingly springing forth.

"If I had just been here...if Vox hadn't..." the angler demon tried as his voice began to tremble and quieten.

The egg boi realising that all this fury was coming from misplaced guilt, sympathised in understanding, coming forward slowly towards his maker and hugging his leg.

Despite how little and pathetic the comfort attempt was, unlike the many times, Baxter didn't push it away.

"Mate, you need to take a breather" A familiar voice called, disrupting the tender moment.

Looking towards the steps in surprise, he saw that his heated conversation was observed from a sombre-looking Cherri bomb, resting her arm over the stairs railing with two drinks in her hand.

"Oh, miss bomb, apologies, I hadn't....I'm sorry" Baxter began to scramble, before realising how ridiculous he was being and calmed down, tapping the egg's head to tell him to let the sinner go.

"No sweat, you needed to blow off steam, fucking knows we all do," Cherri said as she waved off his worries, coming to join him facing the portrait, taking a swig of her canned alcoholic beverage before also patting the egg bois head, but this one to tell him to leave the two to talk.

"Want one?" Cherri offered, handing out the other can of beer she had brought up with her.

"No thanks, don't drink" Baxter declined politely as Cherri simply shrugged in understanding.

"Ya know, that blonker, he really was a certified whackjob" Cherri joked softly, clearly nostalgic rather than at his expense.

"Tell me something I don't know" Baxter quipped back just as gently.

"Exactly, so don't go blaming yourself for his actions, satan knows the number of times I fell into that trap-" Cherri lectured, learning from her own personal experience before letting out a sigh, deciding not to get into it, not tonight.

"Let's just not let the old man's sacrifice go to waste yeah" the Cyclops proposed.

"Let's" The smaller sinner agreed as he decided he was done looking at the picture, just for now.

"And if I can say, I see why that idiot seemed so infatuated with you" Baxter added, truly admiring the woman's words. He saw how transfixed his partner was each time she entered the room, so clearly under the influence of Oxytocin. So despite not knowing her fully, the first impression was all the fish really needed to know about a person (most of the time at least).

"Pfft, sure he was shrimpy" Cherri scoffed as she gently hit the angler demon's shoulder before taking another swig, earning another few quiet comfortable moments.

"So, did he have two dicks or what?" Cherri out of the blue asked, causing the fish's face to drop.

"How, How would, WHY WOULD...ugh" Baxter clambered, his mind unable to process what was just asked, before realising it was Cherri just messing with him, slumping tiredly, today was already enough.

"So, you done moping, I know blondie's been worried about cha," Cherri asked as she skillfully changed the topic.

"Oh, I couldn't-" Baxter dismissed, his inner demons still berating him for his absence.

"Come on, you were the one to make all those bioweapons, gotta say, the angelic acid bombs were definitely my favourite" Cherri diverted, knowing that was the fish's attempt to hide away and she could only hear the princess's worries for so long.

"I'm gonna tell Charlie you're here anyway" Cherri called as she decided to start descending the stairs.

"Ok I'm...following" Baxter sighed as he decided it was out of his hand, heeding after the taller Cyclops.

Led the two into the now much more luxurious lobby, to which all the group of "winners" were either celebrating their victory or holding the front door to try and hold back the crowd.

Their footsteps were quickly heard by a very nervous-looking princess, but with one glance at the angler demon, her eyes beamed.

"Baxter!" Charlie yelled excitedly as the others of the group looked over, most having the same reaction.

"The bad boy is back!" Niffty called excitedly, rushing even faster than Charlie as she practically climbed on his just taller frame.

"Never leave me again!" Niffty ordered as she pushed and met her forehead with hers.

And while most would have reacted with horror or a creeped-out reaction, Baxter just snarled to distract the others and even the others from his growing blush.

"off me bug!" Baxter growled as he pried her still golden-coloured hands off his coat.

Yet this seemed to only make the maid grin mischievously and lustfully.

"Oh, it is so good to see you " Charlie cried in relief as she interrupted their "banter" encompassing him in a close embrace and knocking the tinier sinner to the side, not that she minded as she yelled "Yay pain" as she face planted the ground.

"Likewise" Baxter coughed out, the embrace being too tight for his liking.

"Ah, so you must be the secret weapon Char Char was telling me about, nice to meet ya, dexter?" the form of THE devil, king of hell himself called as he made his way over to the small group.

"B, Baxter, your Highness" Baxter replied awkwardly, not being able to put it together that Lucifer was talking to someone like he so casually, it was surreal as it was exciting as it was terrifying as it was...A LOT.

"Yes, Baxter! Sorry...man ha, I need to work on names heh" Lucifer laughed sheepishly, scratching his neck awkwardly.

Baxter heard Vaggie chuckle in the back to herself.

"Anyways, where were you stationed during all this?" Lucifer questioned in fascination.

Baxter's face dropped as he looked at Charlie to save him, the princess herself looking in surprise and seemed to be trying to think of something, only for Alastor to pop up between them.

"Why, this minuscule Mackerel was providing a distraction for unwanted extra threats" Alastor helpfully stated.

"Uh yeah, (that's a way of putting it)" Baxter nodded despite internally sighing in relief.

"That's right if it wasn't for Baxter and sir-" Charlie was about to say joyfully before her expression soured, the pain of loss clearly still raw.

"It's ok hun" Vaggie comforted as she came behind to hold her partner's shoulder before Charlie ran into her arms.

"Sorry to break up the moment but this door's gonna come falling down at any point!" Husk called as he, Angel and Cherri were struggling to keep the door held up.

"O, ok, I'm coming" Charlie called as she realised that she couldn't leave them waiting any further, she had to give the people what they wanted despite her clearly overwhelmed senses.

"Yeah, I'm going to do anything else" Baxter stated as he knew that was his cue to leave, practically running flying up the stairs in search of a deselet space.

"What a funny little guy" Lucifer simply commented, confused but amused by the sudden skittish behaviour of the fish.

"That must be the first time that was said to someone instead of you" Alastor quipped as he sauntered from the stairs to assist Charlie, unknown to how his mind was pondering the ways to use Baxter for his own gain against his nemesis.

 

It was only when Baxter barricaded himself inside a silent random room did he realised.

He was free.

He had beat Vox at his game.

He had won.

No more infantilasation.

No more depraved cutesy nicknames.

No more fucking diapers.

He could finally continue his life with his ego intact.

With new companions, overlords and royal confidantes.

And it only took his partner's soul.

"You were a fucking idiot, but, thank you....for everything" Baxter sighed as he held the device of his freedom close.

A new sense of purpose and strength filled his mind as he promised that he would not let this freedom go to waste.

The End

Notes:

Gonna go through and fix some mistakes and probably make some edits, felt like some parts were rushed because I was excited about getting this story finished, come back with a fresh pair of eyes.

But yep, this is the end of this section, I hope you enjoyed :)

Chapter 55: Bonus

When Baxter came to work the next day, he couldn't lie when he had trepidations.

Despite how everything seemed normal, what normal was before all...that, he meant.

The nervous and fearful glances he got from his "peers", his access to his lab not being denied and a structured list of tasks to complete.

Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that it was going to come crumbling down in front of him.

Vox appeared from any side to shout and berate him from thinking he could ever escape, how he'd kill him for punching him.

Remembering everything as memories were still intact.

Now didn't doubt Sir pentious was a genius, but even geniuses had-

There was a knock at the door.

Baxter yelped as he hit the deck, already in a position to protect any vital organs.

"Baxter?" Vox's voice called as the sound of the door opening.

(Shit, shit shit) the fish's inner monologue screamed he must have said his name too many times and now he was paying for it.

Yet despite how his body shook in terror, he knew it would only become more suspicious if he continued to stay down like this, and it's not like Vox didn't have his means of finding him, regardless of cameras.

"Yes,d-SIR?!" Baxter asked, almost slipping before rapidly correcting himself.

"Ah, there you are" Vox called happily as he spotted his favourite employee, walking to meet him.

Yet Baxter kept keeping his distance as he kept backing away, luckily Vox didn't seem to notice, seeing this as the usual neurotic behaviour of the fish.

"You know I think this has been the first time in months since I've seen you, for a guy that glows you know how to keep in the dark" Vox laughed out loudly, clearly having a little actualisation as he took in the sight of the little lab he had given his first soul all those years back.

"Oh I've just been working is all sir" Baxter replied with a hefty sigh, relief flooding his body.

It had truly worked.

"Yeah I know, just came in to see how you're progressing and to change your cameras, looks like yours and some others have been off for some time without me knowing, bet it's all thatAlastorr prick's fault, always messing up my feeds" Vox explained with a quick sigh.

"I can fix them if you want" Baxter suggested, Endorphins continuing to build on the relief as his planning had worked out as perfectly as he could imagine, there was that 3.65% chance they wouldn't, nothing could ever be perfect.

"Nah, I got it, sides, you're gonna be busy with Voxtechs angelic security, now that we know angelic weapons can kill angels, we need to be the first to develop this into something the public will eat right out of our hand!" Vox proclaimed with empowerment.

"Understood, I'll get on them right away" Baxter agreed just as victoriously, truly excited for such an exciting project (despite how he had already had blueprints for the ideas he was working on.

"I don't doubt it" Vox laughed as he decided he was happy to let the Fish do his own thing.

In full honesty, Vox felt like he was on cloud 9.

With Alastor currently missing, witnessing him getting his ass handed to him, satan was hard!

He needed to do something with all this energy.

He was about to put on a porno before one of their latest ads cut him off.

"Ever wanted to feel big? Shrink down your enemies or lovers and do whatever kinky shit to make you feel like your the master? Well, you don't have to wait any longer! We are now selling Voxtech shrink rays for your small dick pleasures, now with inescapable containments such as doll houses or cages for you freaky fuckers, as well as multiple accessories and clothes for whoever you wish to shrink! So buy while sales are now 5% off!

Followed by the rapid reading of:

"Voxtechshrinkplaysetdoesn'tcomewithasluttodressunlessyoubuyoneonlinenorefundsguarenteedhaveaproblemtoughshityouaretheonebuyingthissounlessyouwanttobedoxxedyouwillgrinandbearwearen'tliabletoanylawsuites".

Vox did a quick look at why they chose to advertise the shrinking ray Baxter made this way. According to Valentino, it was a dollifcation control kink that everyone was into recently.

"Dollification, hmm" Vox pondered as a part of his brain that he had forgotten existed, slowly began to think once more.