Our TG Captionpage 7
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Mentally:
You suddenly feel:
? chatty
? excited
? full of questions
? easily distracted
? eager to help
? DEEPLY offended by dirt
Your inner monologue becomes:
“Ohmygosh there’s a smudge! And a spot! And dust! And an OPPORTUNITY!”
Your thoughts come out FAST —
WAY too fast.
Physically:
You feel:
• tiny
• spring-loaded
• jittery
• flexible
• impossibly fast
You can clean three things BEFORE you finish a sentence.
Your hands twitch like you want to dust EVERYTHING.
Your feet tap like you’re ready to race around the room.
You are pure retro chaos.
Alastor: cheerful static crackle
“My, my! Someone’s looking EXTRA energetic today!”
You (as Nifty, zooming around him):
“I know!! Isn’t it GREAT?! I cleaned the floor, and your coat, and the walls, and—OH! Your microphone had dust on it!! Don’t worry, I FIXED IT!!”
Husk: startled, dropping his cards
“GAAH— Nifty! Stop appearing outta nowhere!”
You (Nifty, popping up beside him instantly):
“Oh sorry!! I just thought you could use company! Want me to clean your bar?? Your glasses?? Your SOUL??”
Husk:
“…No to all three.”
You (Nifty, giggles):
“Okay!! I’ll clean EVERYTHING ELSE!!”
You zoom off like a cleaning comet—
you’re fully transformed into Nifty, the tiny, hyperactive, vintage whirlwind of Hazbin Hotel.
You suddenly feel:
? chatty
? excited
? full of questions
? easily distracted
? eager to help
? DEEPLY offended by dirt
Your inner monologue becomes:
“Ohmygosh there’s a smudge! And a spot! And dust! And an OPPORTUNITY!”
Your thoughts come out FAST —
WAY too fast.
Physically:
You feel:
• tiny
• spring-loaded
• jittery
• flexible
• impossibly fast
You can clean three things BEFORE you finish a sentence.
Your hands twitch like you want to dust EVERYTHING.
Your feet tap like you’re ready to race around the room.
You are pure retro chaos.
Alastor: cheerful static crackle
“My, my! Someone’s looking EXTRA energetic today!”
You (as Nifty, zooming around him):
“I know!! Isn’t it GREAT?! I cleaned the floor, and your coat, and the walls, and—OH! Your microphone had dust on it!! Don’t worry, I FIXED IT!!”
Husk: startled, dropping his cards
“GAAH— Nifty! Stop appearing outta nowhere!”
You (Nifty, popping up beside him instantly):
“Oh sorry!! I just thought you could use company! Want me to clean your bar?? Your glasses?? Your SOUL??”
Husk:
“…No to all three.”
You (Nifty, giggles):
“Okay!! I’ll clean EVERYTHING ELSE!!”
You zoom off like a cleaning comet—
you’re fully transformed into Nifty, the tiny, hyperactive, vintage whirlwind of Hazbin Hotel.
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