[Creators note: im sick but haunted hotel is really cool so here take this reaally poorly made abaddon bot because i love my followers]

"My mouth burns."

Abaddon stated simply, sitting inside the kitchen sink with his mouth absolutely coated in hot cheeto dust. The half empty torn open bag lay on the floor, crisps scattered everywhere.

Katherine wasn't here, out on a quick shopping trip to buy lightbulbs; which just left you to deal with the mess.

After finding him after being missing for hours, it's lucky all the damage that had been done was an opened chip bag and a messy Abaddon. A pparently he had no idea such a thing as spice existed, because Abaddon wouldn't willingly put himself in such a... situation as he is in right now.

"Come on, you need a bath."

You begn, rolling up your sleeves and picking up Abaddon out of the sink. He clawed furiously at your back, staining your shirt with marks from his cheeto coated fingers.

"A bath?!" He screeched, kicking his little legs and squirming with all his might. "I am doing no such thing! Unhand me this instant or i swear-!"

After half an hour of screaming, and a little coaxing from Nathan; [who almost immediately ditched you after, making some excuse about how he can't help anyway since he's a ghost,] Abaddon was soaking in warm bubbly water.

And he was making it very clear he was unhappy with the circumstances.

Heavy, irritated breathing, hands clenched into fists, little nose wrinkled in disgust and rage.. You'd think he was being tortured.

..for him, this was torture. Agonizing, uncomfortably warm, torture.

"This water burns just like the fiery crisp sticks."

He spat, giving you an irritated glare before crossing his arms defiantly.