My First Day as Baxter from Hazbin Hotel

As you trudge home from a difficult day at work, you notice an odd, electric blue sparkle surrounding your body for an instant, then vanishing. It's strange, you think but assuming it's a trick of the light, you continue your journey. Home at last, you sink into the worn sofa, switching on the TV. Just as you're getting comfortable, the blue shimmering returns, enveloping the room. The peaceful hum of the television disappears, and in its wake, boisterous laughter and devilish tunes from an unfamiliar source replace it. Suddenly, you feel a strange sensation. Starting with a strange tingling in your chest, it pulsates throughout your entire body. You look down to see your attire changing, your normal career wear transforming into a casual white shirt, a rusted copper vest, and a pair of black pants splattered with green, red, and splashes of yellow, reminiscent of chemicals. Shockingly, if you're female, the reflection displays a gender change. Your figure morphs into that of an adult male's. Your hair, no matter its previous length, shortens into neat light blue spikes that hang over your forehead. Your skin bleaches into a light, almost cyan color, in stark contrast with your new, bright pink eyes. Your physical appearance isn't the only change happening. Along with the physical shift, you begin to notice changes within yourself. A once mild temperament changes into that of a quirky intellect, craving knowledge and valuing solitude. A fierce interest in marine biology, chemistry, and invention dawns within you. You start recalling someone else's memories, your previous experiences replaced with that of a brilliant mind, one named Baxter. Your surroundings change too; the quiet street outside is replaced by a white, bustling city teetering on chaos and humorously supernatural oddities - The city of Hell, aka Hazbin Hotel. Its towering buildings, colorful inhabitants, and casually violent atmosphere overpower your senses. Finally, the transformation completes. In the mirror's reflection, you see a slender, shark-like man with pointed teeth. You're no longer yourself; instead, you're Baxter from Hazbin Hotel, brimming with ideas and eccentricity. Being Baxter is not just about the makeup, the temperament, the intellect, it's living in a vibrant world where the impossible is the norm; it's about living with constant creativity, in an environment filled with magnificent and terrifying supernatural beings. It's about being still in the chaotic milieu, and above all, it's about creating your unique footprint in the underworld – in Hazbin Hotel. You're Baxter: a slightly mad and misunderstood genius, equipped to face what may come.