"Hi, I'm Niffty! It's nice to meet you! It's been a while since I've made new friends!"
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Baxter realized what she was about to do but was too late to stop her from shining it directly into her own eye. She giggled, and he just shook his head with a sigh, refusing to be fond of her.
"That sounds perfect," he returned. He'd never used the vents to hide things himself, but that was largely because people were never typically interested in stealing his things. He was thinking of perhaps installing a high quality lock on the door after this.
As for her second question, he considered it for a moment. Simply bringing them in might allow him to figure out if they were the thief or not, but he was more concerned with the fungus itself than the thief. "Knock them out first," he returned. That way he could get the procedure started and they might just wake up half way through instead of fighting him the entire time. Answers could come after.
"Do you need any assistance?" He was thinking of a ladder, perhaps, something to help her reach said vents. Because he forgot, at times, that she didn't often need anything of the sort. She could scramble vertically up a wall if she had to.
She’s up the wall before the word even finishes leaving her mouth, fingers and feet skittering fast-fast-fast, a manic giggle echoing behind her. “Hehe—knock ‘em out, got it!! Don’t do anything fun without me!!”
With a quick, feral wiggle, she pries open the vent cover and squeezes inside, legs kicking once before vanishing completely.
“Oooohhh it’s filthy in here already, jackpot!!”
And then she’s gone, disappearing into the dark with a delighted, feral cackle as the sound of frantic scrambling fades into the vents.
"That's going to have to change~!" Alastor sing-songed in Husk's ear, laughing afterwards as he pet him on the head. "Radio Waves would be an excellent band name!" Alastor ignored all the other options upon hearing one he liked, snapping his fingers. "Now all we need is Niffty!"
No sooner did Alastor say the words that he snapped his fingers and summoned her. Because this was a hilarious idea.
"The fungus itself is largely invisible. It's designed to grow on top of living organisms, burrowing into their skin without visible growth on top. With any luck, the thief stole the vials without opening them." He doubted the intelligence of nearly everyone in this building, but surely people wouldn't see any point in opening a vial that looks empty to the untrained eye. "I can't say for certain what it feels like, I wear gloves while working. I was in the process of removing its odor, but it does have a weak scent. Something akin to mold."
Baxter reached into his coat pocket and handed her a small UV light. "This should help you find them. When you direct this beam of light at the fungus, it will glow." It was going to be designed to only respond to a specific pulse later on, but for now, this was useful. "Also, point it at a person's eyes if they're being uncooperative. It's quite painful." He giggled to himself, thinking of it, before clearing his throat and refocusing. "Now. The fungi should be found within small glass vials closed with a blue cap. But if you find an organism with the fungi infested into their skin, take it to my lab. I can remove it myself. Mostly." Enough to grow more of it.
"As for where to look, I'm not sure. Do you know of anyone or any place that's suspicious?"
Niffty goes very, very still as he explains… then her grin slowly stretches wider.
“Invisible… skin-burrowing… moldy little glow bugs…” she whispers, delighted. “Hehehe… that’s disgusting. I love it!!”
She snatches the UV light and immediately clicks it on, then without hesitation flashes it right into her own eye.
“AH—!!” she squeaks, recoiling for half a second before breaking into giggles. “Hehehe!! Yep, that works!!”
She leans in again, buzzing with energy. “Blue caps, mold smell, maybe squirming under the skin… got it got it got it!!”
Her head snaps toward the ceiling.
“VENTS,” she says instantly, eyes lighting up. “Ohhh it’s gotta be the vents!! Everyone hides stuff in the vents!! Needles, drugs, weird sticky things I don’t even ask about, hehe!!”
She bounces in place, practically vibrating. “If I were a sneaky little thief with gross little glow jars, I’d stash ‘em up there with all the other nasties!!”
She spins back to him, grinning sharp. “If it’s in someone, do I knock ‘em out first or bring ‘em in wriggling?”
She’s already crouched low, muscles coiled, glancing back up at the vents like a cat about to pounce, barely holding herself in place.
"Niffty, I require your assistance with something of upmost importance."
@baxter-experiments
Niffty snaps to attention so fast she nearly topples over, then straightens with a gasp.
“Ooooh!! Important?! I love important!!” she squeaks, bouncing on her toes. “What is it, what is it, what is it?! Is it messy? Is it dangerous? Am I gonna get to stab something?!”
She leans in way too close, grinning. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!!”
"You just might," he returned. "I was experimenting with a strain of bioluminescent fungi that I've been specifically designing to respond to a highly specific electromagnetic pulse. Said fungi has gone missing."
He currently suspected that a person must have stolen it while he was absent from his laboratory yesterday. Or while he was asleep. All he knew was that it was gone when he'd went to look for it today.
"Currently, I suspect it was one of our fellow hotel patrons. Frankly, I don't trust any of the newcomers." It was uncomfortable seeing a bunch of people he didn't know, there were too many around after Vox's defeat.
"Niffty, I require your assistance with something of upmost importance."
@baxter-experiments
Niffty snaps to attention so fast she nearly topples over, then straightens with a gasp.
“Ooooh!! Important?! I love important!!” she squeaks, bouncing on her toes. “What is it, what is it, what is it?! Is it messy? Is it dangerous? Am I gonna get to stab something?!”
She leans in way too close, grinning. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!!”
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18+ Hazbin Hotel Overlord OC Ask Blog!
((This blog may contain discussion of mature or adult themes not suited for younger audiences; viewer discretion is advised.))
"Nice to meet you. I am Madame Callistemon, swagman, vagabond, and travelling trader of souls," the fox-like sinner explains. she has a sublte Australian accent, and hints at a more urban life. "I heard through the grapevine that this hellsite is home to many a universe, so I thought I might take my wanderings out to see-"
Someone else interrupts, though you can't see who it is. His voice sounding like he's speaking through an old radio, and he sounds rather smug as he interjects. "You mean you're running away from your problems?"
"Yes, and?" Callistemon replies.
"Ha ha! And this is why I follow you around my dear, always so entertaining. A prime specimen of human failure and aware of it! You’re always a delight to talk to."
Callistemon smirks playfully and bows. "I try," she straightens up and gestures to whoever it is she's with. "This is Alastor, the Radio Demon, he's decided to tag along."
"Pleasure to be meeting you all!" Alastor chimes in, though he still remains out of sight. "I'm simply here to enjoy the show, I'm on a little vacation of sorts and watching as this fool of a woman tries to futilely to ignore the fact that she had quite the falling out with a certain Picture Box a few months ago...."
"Oh fuck off, Alastor, you don't even know the full story." she grumbles.
"But I know you've been absolutely miserable ever since!" Alastor replies gleefully. "And this new attempt at distracting yourself will prove to be just as hilarious!"
"... Anyway, you'll find the rules and other important information below, please read them before proceeding," Callistemon advises. "I take my rules very seriously and would prefer if everyone were on the same page before joining me on my journey."
About the Blog
This Ask Blog features the adventures of Callistemon, the Vagabond Overlord, a Hazbin Hotel OC. Multiverse and AU friendly!
This blog is set five years before the start of season 1 of Hazbin Hotel. Alastor has joined Callistemon in her travels around the Pride Ring as it's during his time "off the air".
Following a messy falling out with Vox, Callistemon has decided to take her travels to the Hazbin Tumblr Multiverse!
Feel free to ask this overlord questions about who she is, what she does, where she came from, and even pester her for answers as to what excatly happened between her and Vox...
Will Callistemon reconcile with the Vox of her universe?
Will she grow closer to her Radio Demon roommate?
Or will something unexpected happen with another ask blog?
That is all up to you!
This blog will also feature anything else about the OC and her universe!
Responses in-character shall be written as present-tense fiction.
((Out of Character responses shall be in double closed brackets like this!))
Mod: @dragonfire2lm
Rules
Warning: Some mature topics may be discussed on this blog. May include sexual themes, violence, coarse language, and If it's in Hazbin Hotel, assume it might show up on here!
Posts will be tagged appropriately, but please remember that this is fiction and you are free to leave at any time.
No Explicit NSFW! Outside of Special Events I might do (maybe, I'm on the fence about it), I will not allow explicit NSFW content on the blog or in the inbox.
Mod is an Adult! (an adult over 30) Please keep that in mind when sending an ask. We're all here to have fun but I'm not responsible for what the kiddos get up to on the internet, if you're a minor, tread with caution. I'm not your parent, nor am I responsible for what you do or see on the internet.
I will do my best to respond as quickly as I can to asks or DMs. Due to health issues and time zone differences, I might not be able to respond right away, but will do my best.
DMs are Open! I have anxiety so please feel free to reach out and ask if you want to do a long-running RP. I prefer to plan things as i go so there's no miscommunication. And also feel free to reach out if you're just unsure about an ask. I'm more than happy to discuss ideas.
Callistemon is a character that is in Hell for a Reason. As polite as she is, she has her own issues and viewpoints but at the end of the day she is a character, and the opinions expressed by any characters on this blog are not the same as the person running this blog.
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Ava was just pacing around in his New York fit happily. The rats had gone off to house shop, which was hard in this economy, leaving Ava alone to look for his second breakfast of the day in the dumps by one of Heaven’s busiest squares.
A whole can a’ tuna! LET’S GOOOO!!! -🚬
@exorcist-ava
By methods that Niffty herself couldn’t quite explain (and didn't care enough to), she had once again managed to sneak her way into Heaven. But this time? She was luckier—and that mean angel hadn’t yet noticed her sneaking around.
With all the enthusiasm of a feral squirrel hunting for its next snack, she scoured the pristine land for a single speck of dirt. And lo and behold, after much frantic searching, she found it—and someone.
With a squeal of delight, she skittered over, her eye wide with excitement. “Don’t dig in the trash! It’s filthy!” she scolded, her hands flailing in the air as she tugged the can away from the poor soul, her energy absolutely overflowing.
Joyer skimmed through the timelines and finally found her. He hissed, his tail rattling anxiously as he watched the scene.
No. No! You are not doing this!
He breaks through one of the walls and grabs Niffty.
We are going home! -👿
He notices the Exorcist character staring back at him in shock, so he hurls a brick at her. Ava collapses to the ground immediately. She’d forget about the whole thing, so no need for a fancy NRWE mind wipe.
Joyer snaps his fingers to open a portal, bringing him and Niffty back to the Team Joyer™️ HQ. As the portal closes behind him, he falls to his knees, still holding Niffty in his arms.
Niffty let out a startled yelp as the world cracked around her, the sudden force yanking her away mid-chaos.
“HEY—!”
The next thing she knew, everything twisted, colors folding in on themselves, and then—pop—they were somewhere else entirely. The portal snapped shut behind them with a sharp thwip, and Niffty found herself clutched tight against Joyer’s chest.
She blinked. Once. Twice.
“…Huh.”
Then she noticed it. The stillness. The quiet. And Joyer—collapsed to his knees, shaking, holding onto her like she might disappear if he loosened his grip even a little.
Her manic grin faltered.
For once, she didn’t immediately wriggle free. Instead, she awkwardly patted his arm, then his shoulder, then settled for clinging to him like an oversized, stabby cat.
“Wow…” she murmured, unusually quiet. “You really hate Heaven, huh?”
She paused, then leaned in closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret.
“…I did clean a little while I was there, though.”
Joyer sniffles, rubbing his eyes dry. He silently cursed himself for showing an emotion that wasn’t pure rage or lust. He tries to muster up his usual smug grin for Niffty, but he couldn’t. His entire head felt like static.
That’s…that’s good. That place…all of the Lutualverse needs cleaning up.
His face becomes blank, though his eyes were still red from crying.
We…we’ll both clean it up, I promise. Just…
His heart aches as he remembers the Burglar’s sacrifice, and as he remembered Rue disappearing from the NRWE dimension. Half of his team — his two friends — were gone. It was just him and Niffty now.
Unless he could get the princess on board too, that is. Yes, that was the answer. She was powerful, she was perfect…she could be the ideal ally.
Yet at the same time, Joyer feared that asking her to join them, him, would only be opening himself up to another hurt when she decided to inevitably leave like so many others before.
His voice is quiet as a million thoughts and possibilities run through his mind.
Niffty stared up at him, really stared, her usual bounce slowing to a jitter instead of a blur. Her eye flicked over his face — the red around his eyes, the way his voice hiccupped, the way he suddenly looked… blank. Not dirty. Just off.
“…Clean it up…?” she echoed, softer than normal, like she was testing the words to see if they squeaked.
She squirmed in his arms, then scrambled up his chest without warning, perching there and clutching his collar to steady herself. One finger poked his cheek. Not a jab. Not a prod. Just a careful little tap.
“Mm. Yeah. You’re staticky,” she declared, nodding to herself. “Like when the lights flicker and everything goes bzzzz inside. That means there’s a big mess hiding where I can’t see it.”
At his quiet just us, she blinked once.
Then twice.
Her grin crept back in — small, crooked, and earnest before snapping bright again. “Okay!! Just us!!”
She lunged forward and wrapped her arms tight around his neck, squeezing hard, giggling breathlessly. “We’ll clean everything! Bugs and trash and gross broken stuff and—”
She stopped, pressing her forehead against him, voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper.
“—you too.” A tiny giggle. “You’re kinda messy right now. But that’s okay! Messes are my favorite.”
Niffty skitters in close, peering up at Baxter with a sharp little grin, hands clasped behind her back as she rocks on her heels.
“Hehe—hi!” she chirps, eye gleaming. “Whatcha doin’? Is it dangerous? Or messy? Or both?”
She tilts her head, giggling softly. “Can I help? I’m really good at helping… especially if something goes wrong!”
@maidniffty
Baxter jumped at the interruption, but once he saw who it was, he relaxed immediately.
"It's both, Niffty," Baxter answered, focusing back on the experiment in front of him. Presently, he was working on iterating a chemical compound that would both expedite the moulting cycle of roaches and alter the development to make them develop larger exoskeletons. He was quickly discovering that there was a fine line between making the roach moult quicker or making the roach explode. That, or the compound was too strong, which would simply kill the roach instead of catalyzing anything significant.
"If you'd like to, the greatest help would be finding immature roaches like these," Baxter pointed with his tongs at the small container that had a small gathering of them. He'd gathered quite a few, but he'd been going through them pretty quickly. It would be easier if he could use adult roaches, but the current compound worked on expediting the process, which could only happen if the roach wasn't mature yet. "I'm currently running low on them."
“Ooooh—BABY roaches!” she squeaks, clapping her hands. “The squishy kind!! I can do that, I can totally do that!”
She leans closer to peer at the container, humming to herself. “Immature, not explodey… got it! Hehe~ I know lots of good hiding spots.”
With a sharp giggle and a blur of motion, she darts off down the hall. “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK—ROACH HUNT TIME!!!”
Ava was just pacing around in his New York fit happily. The rats had gone off to house shop, which was hard in this economy, leaving Ava alone to look for his second breakfast of the day in the dumps by one of Heaven’s busiest squares.
A whole can a’ tuna! LET’S GOOOO!!! -🚬
@exorcist-ava
By methods that Niffty herself couldn’t quite explain (and didn't care enough to), she had once again managed to sneak her way into Heaven. But this time? She was luckier—and that mean angel hadn’t yet noticed her sneaking around.
With all the enthusiasm of a feral squirrel hunting for its next snack, she scoured the pristine land for a single speck of dirt. And lo and behold, after much frantic searching, she found it—and someone.
With a squeal of delight, she skittered over, her eye wide with excitement. “Don’t dig in the trash! It’s filthy!” she scolded, her hands flailing in the air as she tugged the can away from the poor soul, her energy absolutely overflowing.
Joyer skimmed through the timelines and finally found her. He hissed, his tail rattling anxiously as he watched the scene.
No. No! You are not doing this!
He breaks through one of the walls and grabs Niffty.
We are going home! -👿
He notices the Exorcist character staring back at him in shock, so he hurls a brick at her. Ava collapses to the ground immediately. She’d forget about the whole thing, so no need for a fancy NRWE mind wipe.
Joyer snaps his fingers to open a portal, bringing him and Niffty back to the Team Joyer™️ HQ. As the portal closes behind him, he falls to his knees, still holding Niffty in his arms.
Niffty let out a startled yelp as the world cracked around her, the sudden force yanking her away mid-chaos.
“HEY—!”
The next thing she knew, everything twisted, colors folding in on themselves, and then—pop—they were somewhere else entirely. The portal snapped shut behind them with a sharp thwip, and Niffty found herself clutched tight against Joyer’s chest.
She blinked. Once. Twice.
“…Huh.”
Then she noticed it. The stillness. The quiet. And Joyer—collapsed to his knees, shaking, holding onto her like she might disappear if he loosened his grip even a little.
Her manic grin faltered.
For once, she didn’t immediately wriggle free. Instead, she awkwardly patted his arm, then his shoulder, then settled for clinging to him like an oversized, stabby cat.
“Wow…” she murmured, unusually quiet. “You really hate Heaven, huh?”
She paused, then leaned in closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret.
“…I did clean a little while I was there, though.”
Hell's dark clouds swirled overhead and the smell of shit and rot burned at Canine's nose. The chains in their hand clinked, their blade swinging below and occasionally catching on Pride's uneven street.
"Come out, come out wherever you are..."
Canine's eyes caught movement, something small. Either a sinner or something hell-born that no one would miss. Their blade slipped back into their hand before being launched at the tiny sinner.
Niffty jumps towards the blade and catches it with her teeth. She rushes towards Canine faster than they're even able to track. She spits out the blade and climbs on top of them, grabbing them by the collar.
Son of a bitch that thing was fast! Canine hissed at the little roach and snatched her up, throwing her at the ground and using their wings to jump away, putting space between them to assess the situation.
“By the order of the exorcists, stand down you little beast!”
“Stab the—” Canine paused, their jaw clenching as they recognized the little bug and the pieces clicked into place. “You little bitch. You’re the one who killed the commander! I’ll fucking gut you!”
Their blades swung in circles around them, the twinkling of chains and whirling of hot air sounding a symphony in their ears as they took a defensive stance.
“Groceries? We’re not going anywhere you slimy little—”
Canine’s eyes widened as Niffty pulled a knife out of her pocket and hit Canine’s still spinning blade, sending it round and round until the exorcist was wrapped in chains, their other chain hanging limply beneath them like a leash.
Niffty bites her lip and giggles, staring at Canine.
LET'S GO!
She pulls Canine by the leash, leading them to the store. Store, obviously full of other sinners. Although they seem to avoid Niffty, except filming her from afar, like some kind of celebrity.
Hmm, where could the celery be? She asks, walking down the beverage aisle.
Canine, for their part, was angrily trailing along and trying to squish the little bug, but every time they got close, she’d frantically run to another part of the store like some kid in a candy shop. Maybe thats what got her in hell in the first place, although in a way, she reminded Canine of some winners and their ever eager energy.
“Have you tried the vegetable isle? Or is that not something Hell has?” Canine growled and snapped their teeth at a sinner who took their picture, teeth bared.
Frustrated, Canine started walking towards the logical place for vegetables. Far the fuck away from the door where no one would venture unless they really wanted them. Niffty dragged along as if not noticing what direction they had started moving in.
Unsurprisingly, they were correct in placement.
What they weren't expecting was the several bottles of lube and crude sayings next to most of the vegetables.
"Fucking disgusting, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised, it is hell."
Canine resists for a moment but the bug is surprisingly strong for two feet tall, so they eventually relent and walk alongside her, summoning their exorcist mask to hide their identity.
“Fucking bug.”
They sigh as they see the hotel, remembering the last time they were here.
Niffty casually enters the hotel, not even warning anyone about the.. a little unusual guest. Everyone seem to be busy with their own stuff though, so no one asks her about it either. Damn, the security system here is shit.
Niffty finally stops when they reached the kitchen and immediately hands Canine pepper, celery and a comically huge knife.
Hell's dark clouds swirled overhead and the smell of shit and rot burned at Canine's nose. The chains in their hand clinked, their blade swinging below and occasionally catching on Pride's uneven street.
"Come out, come out wherever you are..."
Canine's eyes caught movement, something small. Either a sinner or something hell-born that no one would miss. Their blade slipped back into their hand before being launched at the tiny sinner.
Niffty jumps towards the blade and catches it with her teeth. She rushes towards Canine faster than they're even able to track. She spits out the blade and climbs on top of them, grabbing them by the collar.
Son of a bitch that thing was fast! Canine hissed at the little roach and snatched her up, throwing her at the ground and using their wings to jump away, putting space between them to assess the situation.
“By the order of the exorcists, stand down you little beast!”
“Stab the—” Canine paused, their jaw clenching as they recognized the little bug and the pieces clicked into place. “You little bitch. You’re the one who killed the commander! I’ll fucking gut you!”
Their blades swung in circles around them, the twinkling of chains and whirling of hot air sounding a symphony in their ears as they took a defensive stance.
“Groceries? We’re not going anywhere you slimy little—”
Canine’s eyes widened as Niffty pulled a knife out of her pocket and hit Canine’s still spinning blade, sending it round and round until the exorcist was wrapped in chains, their other chain hanging limply beneath them like a leash.
Niffty bites her lip and giggles, staring at Canine.
LET'S GO!
She pulls Canine by the leash, leading them to the store. Store, obviously full of other sinners. Although they seem to avoid Niffty, except filming her from afar, like some kind of celebrity.
Hmm, where could the celery be? She asks, walking down the beverage aisle.
Canine, for their part, was angrily trailing along and trying to squish the little bug, but every time they got close, she’d frantically run to another part of the store like some kid in a candy shop. Maybe thats what got her in hell in the first place, although in a way, she reminded Canine of some winners and their ever eager energy.
“Have you tried the vegetable isle? Or is that not something Hell has?” Canine growled and snapped their teeth at a sinner who took their picture, teeth bared.
Frustrated, Canine started walking towards the logical place for vegetables. Far the fuck away from the door where no one would venture unless they really wanted them. Niffty dragged along as if not noticing what direction they had started moving in.
Unsurprisingly, they were correct in placement.
What they weren't expecting was the several bottles of lube and crude sayings next to most of the vegetables.
"Fucking disgusting, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised, it is hell."
Canine resists for a moment but the bug is surprisingly strong for two feet tall, so they eventually relent and walk alongside her, summoning their exorcist mask to hide their identity.
“Fucking bug.”
They sigh as they see the hotel, remembering the last time they were here.
Niffty casually enters the hotel, not even warning anyone about the.. a little unusual guest. Everyone seem to be busy with their own stuff though, so no one asks her about it either. Damn, the security system here is shit.
Niffty finally stops when they reached the kitchen and immediately hands Canine pepper, celery and a comically huge knife.
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