Tʜᴇ Fᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs [Fᴀɴ Vᴇʀsɪᴏɴ]

A squat crimson imp with three goatlike heads stacked slightly askew on his neck, Flibber wears a crushed velvet vest covered in guest buttons and apology pins. His wings are too small for flight but perfect for fluttering dramatically. One head wears pince-nez glasses. One has a monocle. The third wears a blindfold and grins knowingly.

Flibber is manic, helpful, and deeply self-involved. His heads bicker constantly—often mid-sentence—and he overcorrects by offering too many options. He believes in the illusion of choice and hands out business cards that dissolve into screaming ash after 30 seconds.

Flibber wasn’t always three-headed. He once lost a bureaucratic bet with a bone devil and had two rival coworkers magically fused to him as punishment. Rather than succumb to madness, Flibber turned the situation into an asset: three heads, three shifts, no breaks! He now serves as the primary face(s) of the Maw, managing reservations, belligerent guests, and portal paperwork—all with a flair for improvisation and passive-aggressive service. Each head has its own specialty: Flip handles logistics and lies, Blap is responsible for flattery and shouting, and Gorn mumbles obscenities in infernal but has a surprising knack for room upgrades. Despite being literally at odds with himself, Flibber keeps the Maw running like a cursed clock and delights in suggesting "surprise amenities" to adventurers he finds amusing or expendable.