╰⪼ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ: ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴇɴᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ ᴄɪᴛʏ/ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ʀɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ// ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ 10ᴀᴍ(ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ, ᴀɴɢᴇʟ, ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ, ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴏᴄ, ᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, ᴏʀ ᴇᴅɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏᴡɴ sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ)

(It was currently 10AM in Hell at the Pentagram City within the Pride Ring of Hell, and lights fainted on the streets of Pentagram City and at the The Hazbin Hotel, formerly known as the Happy Hotel, is a hotel run by Charlie Morningstar for guests who are undergoing rehabilitation to stay but also now a place to bring dead soul sinners to Heaven to be redeemed. Now Baxter decided to set out to conduct an experiment on the authenticity of the redemption of sinners, he was also a former lab partner and co-creator of his Egg Boiz before parting ways, after that. Baxter was hired by Vox. Meanwhile now, as Baxter waved off the rest of the resident's attempts at conversation with a forced smile and mumbled excuses, his face falling into one of irritation the moment he left to go to his lab)

Baxter: “Imbeciles... Always bothering me. (Baxter muttered half-heartedly to himself as he walked down the halls of the Hotel, eager to be back in his lab within the basement of the establishment, where he already had a myriad of experiments just waiting to be continued. The thought brightened his mood after a long, fruitless few hours of socializing at the behest of the delusional Princess, as he got into the lab and then Baxter is experimenting on a bug where he pours a substance from a beaker on it, and watches it molt out of its shell, and noting how fascinating it) Fascinating...” (He mused quietly, his eyes fixed on the bug in front of him, already scribbling down notes in one of the battered notebooks sitting on the workbench. Despite his outwardly dismissive attitude with others at the hotel, he genuinely enjoyed his work, and in the solitude of his lab, he allowed himself to fully indulge in the sheer thrill of his experiments, As he continued with his observations, he muttered lowly to himself, his brows furrowed in concentration.)