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Mishap At The Moth’s Studio (Part 3)

A/N: Just to make things clear… At first, it was supposed to be just age regression. But, I decided to turn it into a Classification AU. (You can probably tell already by the first chapter at what point I sloppily changed my mind.)

But also, so you’re not confused: Val and Velvette, don’t know what ‘Littles’ are and the whole classification thing. They were just lucky to be Neutrals, so it was never a problem for them to not know what it was to begin with. Vox on the other hand, has heard of it, but only recently did his research. But, he’s also a Neutral.

Just wanted to let you know, in case you get confused or (possibly offended 😓) if they start talking about Angel like he has a mental illness.

And AGAIN: Little!Angel will not be abused in this fic. (There might be a part where he gets hurt by accident, but it’s nothing major or disturbing.) But, the Vees (mostly just Val and Velvette) are not good at babysitting. They’re the kind of babysitters that would apply the “3 second rule” when feeding a baby after their apple slice falls to the ground.

⚠️BLOOD AND VIOLENCE WARNING!⚠️ (But, not from any of the four characters in this chapter.)

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Velvette let the two in, and Valentino carried Angel to a beanbag, and then face planted himself on the floor.

Valentino groaned, his voice muffled against the cold tiles. Everything in his body was immobile as he stayed laying face down on the floor, and not in the very sexy sense.

“s’ Miste Butte’fwy dead…?” The little spider asked, looking down at the moth while chewing on his thumb in worry.

Velvette rolled her eyes at the moth’s drama queen behavior. “Nah, he’s fine.” She dropped the bag of baby supplies on the floor next to the beanbag and walked closer to the ten foot bug on the ground, and lightly kicked his lower right arm. “Tino, get the fuck up.”

Valentino didn’t move. He only replied with another muffled whine, his face still kissing the floor.

Velvette sighed in exasperation, clearly running low on patience. “Tino, seriously. We don’t have time for your theatrics.”

Angel whimpered softly at seeing Valentino so unresponsive. “Pease, Miste Butte’fwy…”

Valentino let out a dramatic groan, finally rolling onto his back. “Fine, fine. I’m up. Happy now?” He slowly sat up, rubbing his face with his upper hands while using the lower ones to push himself off the floor.

“Ecstatic,” Velvette replied dryly. She then turned her attention to Angel, who was still nervously chewing on his thumb. “Alright, Itsy Bitsy, how about we find something fun for you to do?”

Angel nodded eagerly, a small smile spreading across his face. “O’tay! Fun!”

Valentino, now fully sitting up, looked at Velvette with a raised brow. “And what exactly do you have in mind?”

Velvette shrugged. “I don’t know, but we need to keep him entertained and calm. Any suggestions?”

Valentino thought for a moment, “Pequeño, what would keep you entertai—“ He turned to Angel only to find him missing from the beanbag, and sense something clumsily crawl passed him from behind.

Both he and Velvette, turned to find the hyper little spider, crawling towards Velvette’s work table.

“Pwetty dollies!” Angel giddily said, eyeing the two miniature mannequins on the table.

Velvette’s eyes widened in panic, then ran towards her desk to grab the mannequins just before Angels could get his hands on them. “Hey! No!”

Angel’s hand recoil from Velvette surprising him.

“These aren’t ‘dollies’! They’re mini-models of the outfits I’m currently designing!” Velvette held them close to her chest, refusing to the spider touch her work.

However, her anger disappeared and turned to panic as soon as she saw the little spider’s pink pupils expand and turn glossy. His lips quivering as he was ready to cry again.

“Hell no!” Valentino quickly scampered to his knees, and hurriedly went over to cover Angel’s mouth.

“Velvy…” The moth says in a pleading tone. “For the sake of both our eardrums, PLEASE let Angel play with at least one of your dolls!”

“They’re not dolls!”

“Not the fucking point!”

Velvette narrowed her eyes at the two men, before dropping her arms and groaning. “Ugh! Fine…”

She faced away from them, and looked between the two mini models, thinking. The one in her right hand was almost halfway done, the one in her left only had the first layer of her dress on.

She turns back and hands Angel the model in her left hand. “Here. Play with this one, and stay AWAY from the other ‘dolly’. Okay?”

Angel’s eyes lit up, and he aggressively bit Valentino’s hand away, resulting in the moth shrieking colorful spanish words, as he took his hand off Angel’s mouth, allowing the spider to grab the doll.

Angel hugged the doll, nuzzling it against his cheek as he giggled. He looked up at Velvette, “Tha’kou Velly!” He says, barely pronouncing the letter ‘V’.

“Yeah yeah… Wait.” Velvette’s face wrinkled, from mishearing the spider. “What did he just call me?”

“I think he was trying to call you ‘Velvy’, like I was. But, said ‘Velly’ instead.” Valentino said.

“Well, he can barely pronounce the V. It sounded like he said ‘Belly’.” Velvette retorted, cringing.

“Belly!” Angel enthusiastically repeated.

“Ew, no. Don’t call me that.” Velvette said covering her ears.

If Valentino had pupils, Velvette would see him rolling his eyes.

“Say ‘Vettie’ instead.” He told the spider.

“Betty!” Angel said.

“Better?” The moth dryly asked the woman.

“A little bit. But, whatever.” Velvette replied.

Valentino couldn't help but chuckle at Velvette's discomfort. “Alright. Any other problems you have with Angel?”

Velvette sighed, "Well, I’d like to keep him away from anything valuable or breakable. So, that rules out most of my work area."

“Noted.” Valentino lazily picks Angel up, walking back to the other side of the room and plops the spider back onto the beanbag.

Angel, still clutching the mini-model, noticed the plastic bag of baby supplies next to him. Curious, he moved the doll to his lower set of hands, and rummaged through the bag with his upper hands.

His eyes sparkled once more at what he found. He giggled as he pulled out a pacifier, immediately popping it into his mouth, and happily sucks on it, then moves back to playing with the doll.

Valentino sighed in relief, seeing the chaotic little spider quiet and content. “Well, that should keep his mouth shut for a while.”

Velvette rubbed her chin in thought, “Shouldn’t that be sterilized…?”

Valentino shrugged, “The worst he can get from an unsterilized dummy is a dirty mouth. And that’s nothing new.”

He turned to the pink haired woman, “Now what?”

Velvette sat down on top of her work table, rubbing her temples. “Now, we wait for Vox. He said he’d be here soon, right?”

“Yeah…” Valentino said, leaning against on the desk, using his two left arms to support his weight. He’d pull out his pipe, but knowing how incredibly sensitive Angel is to cursing and yelling at the moment, he’d rather not find out how the spider would react to him smoking. “But knowing Voxxy, ‘soon’ could mean anything from five minutes to five hours.”

Velvette groaned. “Great. Just great.”

“So, how long do you think this... condition will last?” She asked quietly, not taking her eyes off Angel.

Valentino shrugged. “No idea. Vox might know more about it, but for now, we just have to manage. Though, he did say something about ‘age regression’. Little headspace, and all that shit. But, I don’t really get it…”

He pulled out the chair from Velvette’s desk, and sat down. “I still think it had something to do with that one scene, he was filming with my newest hire. I told that amateur to exaggerate his thrusting and groaning to look more ‘beastly’. I didn’t tell him to scream in Angel’s face and hit his head against the fucking headboard.”

Velvette snorts, at the thought of it. She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "So, you're saying this whole mess is because your newbie overdid it?"

Valentino rubbed his eyelids, “I mean… Until we get a proper explanation, that’s what I want to believe. That this all happened because, some fuckhead unsexily hit Angel’s head."

"I’ll agree with you for now." Velvette said. "Vox better have a damn good idea, on how to snap him out of this ‘headspace’ thing, though…”

Valentino nodded. "I’ll see if I can reach Vox again and get an update.” He pulled out his phone and searched for Vox in his contacts.

The call connected. But before Valentino could speak, his phone started sparking and blue lightning streaks shot out his phone, causing the moth to shriek in a high pitch voice and drop the device.

The small electric bolt hits the ground and Vox appears in the room, standing right before the other two Vees.

“So, Val. Vel. What’s the status with Angel?"

Valentino quickly picked his phone back up, and glared at Vox before standing up and answering. “Angel’s quietly playing by himself right now,” he points at the occupied spider. “but we can’t keep this up forever. How do we fix the little bitch?"

Vox raised a brow at the moth. He was silent for a moment before responding. “Val, did you not understand everything I told you ealier?”

Valentino only blinked at him confused, before narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms as if telling him ‘I didn’t understand shit’.

The TV demon sighs, rubbing the part of his screen in between his eyes. He muttered under his breath, “Of course you fucking didn’t….”

He looks back up to Val and explains, “To make things more clear for you —Angel is a little, that’s his classification. And he is currently in his headspace, which sometimes happens because of trauma or stress. He probably regressed because he was stressed out or something. I take it, aside from the usual shit you pull on him, something else went down at the studio today, that was too much for even Angel this time?”

Velvette snorted again, “Well what do you know, Tino? It was because he ‘hit his head’.” She doubled over, trying to stifle her laugh.

“What?” Vox gave Valentino a questioning look.

Valentino’s face contorted in a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. “Yeah, well... Let’s just say one of my newbies took my words too literally, and hit Angel’s head against the headboard. Freaked the little twink out.”

He paused, for a moment to glance at Vox. And the look the TV demon gave him, showed he doesn’t believe that was the whole story.

The moth sighed, “Buuuut, it could be from the recent kink requests I accepted from viewers, that I didn’t warn him about before we started shooting. Hitting his head was probably just the last straw.”

Vox deadpanned but nodded. “That explains a lot. Knowing you, I’m honestly impressed he hasn’t broken down and regressed at the studio a lot sooner.”

Velvette, who had been listening halfheartedly, interjected. “Okay, Vox, but what do we do about it? How do we snap him out of it?”

“Snapping him out of it isn’t possible. That’s not how it works.” Vox replied. “From what I’ve gathered before coming here. Regressing isn’t something that can be controlled. He’ll come out of it naturally, but only IF he regresses properly. Stressing him further could make things worse. So, the only thing we can really do is take care of him. We can only hope that the better he feels, the quicker he’ll get out of his littlespace.”

“Great, more babysitting,” Valentino muttered under his breath.

“Consider it your hellish penance for letting things get this far, Val,” Vox shot back. “We gotta keep him away from any more triggers.”

“Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t give two shits about this. But because it happened here at the V Tower, to Angel Dust, a pornstar, out of all people —we can’t let any caregiver overlords know about this. We wouldn’t want anyone thinking Val was a ‘different kind of predator’ than in his animal roleplays.” The TV demon explains, using his fingers as quotations for the last bit. “That would ruin all of us.”

Valentino threw himself back on the chair, and pulled his hat down to his face to scream into.

Angel, finally looking up from the doll, noticed Vox. Smiling brightly, and crawled towards him. “TV man! Pway wif me?”

Vox forced his face expression to changed to look more appropriate, to the spider. “In a minute, kid. I’m talking with the other adults here, okay?”

Angel stubbornly puffed his cheeks at the answer. And that’s when Vox noticed the pacifier in his mouth.

He looked at Valentino and Velvette, while pointing at it. “You two did sterilize that thing, right?”

“….”

Vox sighed then lightly grabbed Angel by the cheeks. “Hey little sport, could you give me that for a second. I promise you’ll get it back.”

Angel wanted to protest, but decided to obey. This guy seemed nicer than Betty and Mr. Butte’fwy. Sure, he was still saying bad words, but he was the only person who didn’t yell at him or make him cry yet. So, he let the TV man squeeze his cheeks and make him spit out his pacifier.

Vox tosses the pacifier to Velvette, who caught it on reflex. “Take that and the baby bottles to the kitchen. We don’t have a sterilizer, so just use a pot. Ten minutes of boiling should be enough. Then come back here with a bottle of milk.” He told her.

Velvette flipped the TV demon off with an unamused face, before getting off the table to grab the bag and leave.

“Okay Angel… C’mere.” Vox called, as he reluctantly allowed the spider to crawl up into his arms. “Maybe letting you watch some cartoons would set you in a sleepy mood.”

He carries him to Velvette’s bed and sat down, placing the spider down on the pillows, and positioned himself in a way so that Angel can see his face.

The TV demon’s face disappeared from the screen, and a colorful video full of stuff toy-looking characters walking on two legs appeared, in its place.

“Ooh~ I didn’t know you could do that with your screen, Voxxy.” Valentino said as he strutted towards the two on the bed.

“I never planned on showing you, because I know you’ll come up with something disgusting for us to do in bed with it.” Vox retorted.

“Oh? You can still talk while playing videos on your face?” Valentino teasingly asked, amused. “What a shame… Here I thought, you would be a more tolerable movie partner this way~”

“You’re the one who kept replaying that one scene from 50 Shades of Hell, sixty-nine times!”

“Teddy!” Angel said as he pointed and tapped excitedly on the screen, at the green bear frolicking in the meadow while licking on an ice cream cone.

“Angel, my face isn’t a touch screen.” Vox said as calm as he could, gently grabbing the spider’s wrist to get him to stop.

Suddenly, another one of the characters, a blue moose, bumped into the bear knocking down his ice cream, and the mood changed entirely. He started growling, and his teeth got sharper, as he glared at the person who soured his mood.

Valentino was absentmindedly watching alongside the spider, until that scene came up. He raised a brow.

The moth isn’t sure why he bothered doing it, but as soon as he sensed something wasn’t right with this cartoon, he slowly brought all four of his hands in front of Angel’s face and covered his eyes.

“Huh?” Was the only thing Angel said, when his vision was blocked again.

Just as he expected, the bear chose violence. Picking up the fallen cone, he stabbed it into the moose’s eye, tackled him to the ground and chewed off his limbs with an even more cannibalistic vigor than a cannibal town folk.

“Voxxy, where the fuck did you get this from?” Valentino asked the TV demon, still not removing his hands from Angel’s eyes.

The video disappeared and Vox’s face returned, and he answered. “VoxTube…” he says rubbing the back of his neck, while thinking. “Uh… I think I need to fix the algorithm….”

“No shit.” The moth said, dropping his hands from Angel’s face.

Angel was only listening to bits of the conversation. Despite feeling upset he wasn’t able to watch the cute teddy bear, his eyes were starting to feel too heavy for him to complain. “Beddy time…”

Right in cue, Velvette finally returns with a full bottle in one hand, and a pacifier in the other. “Here’s his stupid dummy, and the fucking formula.”

Angel made grabby hands, when he saw the bottle. “Baba…!”

Velvette tossed the bottle to Vox, who caught it and gave it to Angel, guiding it to his mouth. The little spider laid back down on the pillows, as he sleepily drank away.

“Hey, don’t let him sleep on my bed!” The pink haired woman protested.

Vox waved her off. “Relax. I ordered a crib and told Papermint to have it set up in the spare room, down the hall. As soon as it’s set up, I’ll move him.”

“Why did you—“

“So, he doesn’t roll off.” Vox cut the moth off. “Being secured in a crib, means we don’t have to keep watching him while he sleeps.”

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Angel eventually fell asleep, snoring away on Velvette’s bed. Bottle finsihed and replaced with the pacifier.

Vox then finally received a call from Papermint, about the crib being ready.

“Crib’s good and ready.” Vox said to the other two.

“Good. Now get him out. I’ve shared my room long enough.” Velvette demanded.

The TV demon rolled his eyes before rolling up his sleeves, “Yeah yeah, calm down or whatever…” He scoops Angel up making sure to be gentle as to not wake him.

He carefully carries Angel towards the door, that Valentino opened for him, and tried to shuffle his way through the door sideways since it was too narrow to bring Angel through facing front.

However, despite that, Vox accidentally hits Angel’s head against the door frame. The impact knocking Angel out of his arms and onto the floor, still unconscious and snoring away as if nothing happened to him.

Vox froze in shock, staring at the ground where Angel was in horror.

“GAH!”

Valentino hovered a hand above the TV demon’s shoulder, “Vox, it’s fi—“

“AH!”

Velvette tried to speak up this time, “He’s fine! He’s still asleep—“

“AH!”

“Kids… Kids are hardheaded. Angel’s hardheaded! I would know, since—“ Valentino was cut off once more.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Vox gripped the sides of his head, still looking down at Angel with wide eyes and shrunken pupils, one of his eyes were swirling and his voice was buffering. Clearly not listening to what his business partners are saying.

Meanwhile, Angel curled up into a ball and giggled in his sleep. Surprisingly, being dropped and the yelling didn’t wake him up from what nice dream he was probably having.

“Tino, just pick him up. Vox is hysterical.”

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I’m sorry I had Vox drop Angel, but I don’t really expect them to be perfect all the way through lmao.

Don’t worry, if I don’t delay this idea, little Angel and big Angel will be benefiting from this, even more than he doesn’t think he will.

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Mishap At The Moth’s Studio (Part 2)

Alt Title: Three Vees, and a Little Angel

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After hanging up on Valentino, Vox searched through his contacts and called another number, then transferred the call to one of his big screens as it rang.

Velvette shows up on screen. “Ugh. I’m kinda busy here, Vox. What the fuck do you need?”

Before replying the TV demon took a glance at the woman’s clothes and her video call background. “Um… In you bedroom? Wearing pajamas?” He asked.

“Ever heard of ‘work from home’? We live in the tower and I don’t need to leave my room to design my outfits. Now, answer the fucking question.” Velvette said, her patience already growing thin.

Vox started typing on his phone, while explaining to her. “I need you to go buy some ‘supplies’, and take them to Val. It’s really important, trust me. I’ll send you a list, of what you need to get.” He said as he finished typing and fired off the text to Velvette.

Just as he expected, Velvette’s face scrunched up as she read through the list of adult-sized baby supplies.

"Should I be concerned….?" she quipped in response.

Vox chuckled before replying, “Don't worry, it's not for Val. But, he does need them for a certain someone. And no, it's not for kinky purposes. Just get the stuff. Also, stay and help Val. I can’t trust him to fuck up, in a way that won’t ruin all three of us. I'll be there as soon as I'm done with shit.” Vox replied then returned his focus to his work, hanging up before Velvette could ask anymore questions.

Then, he picked his phone up again, just to send her his screen recording, of the current situation.

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At first, Velvette was going to ignore the instructions Vox gave her, and continue with her work.

But, then she watched the video that was sent to her, followed by a short ‘Do not fucking post this anywhere. This needs to stay hidden from public.’ —message, and decided to call one of her employees to buy what was on the list, while also giving her instructions to not let anyone know of the spendings.

So now, here she was, standing in front of the doors to the Vees lounge room, holding a bag of baby supplies.

She knocked, “Tino, open the damn door. One of your bitches told me you brought Angel in there.”

Quickly the door opened, and she was pulled in without a second thought, as the door slammed shut again.

“Hey! Be gentle next time!” Velvette yelled at the moth, and patted her sleeved arm where he had grabbed. “This jacket is brand new!”

“Thank FUCK you’re here!” Ignoring her words, Valentino sunk to floor, his back against the door, as his head lulled to the side in exhaustion. “I can’t handle him… Angel… he’s too much!”

Unable to resist cracking a joke, Velvette smirked. “Ha! Really? That’s new. Usually, if anyone is too much, it’d be y—“

She was cut off by a loud wailing.

She turned her head to where the sound came from, “The fuck was that?”

Valentino whimpered, and straightened his head back up, “That would be Angel...”

The crying didn’t stop, so Velvette decided to walk towards the noise. She lead herself to the bathroom where, through the open door, she could see Angel Dust, crying into his knees, fully clothed in the bathtub.

She walked in, to get a closer look in the tub, to see he had wet himself in there, and was sitting in a puddle of his own piss. He must’ve moved around in there too, since yellow stained the lower half of his shirt.

She turned to face the moth, who had just made it to the doorframe. “Really, Tino…?”

Valentino threw his arms up in exasperation, “He couldn’t take a piss standing up, so the toilet wasn’t an option!”

Velvette gestured to the still crying spider, “So, you decided to leave him fully clothed in the bathtub to wet his pants and roll around his own piss.”

“THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO!?”

“Ch…Change…! Need diapy… Change pease…” Angel suddenly spoke up, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

Both were silent after hearing that.

Valentino looked at the woman, “Vel—“

“FUCKING NO!”

“Well, I’m not doing it!”

“Neither am I!”

“Someone has to do it!”

“Why don’t you!? You’ve seen Angel naked before! And you’ve helped him change his clothes before!” Velvette argued.

“Those times are completely different from right now!” Valentino argued back.

Velvette scowled at the moth. Then she turned around to face the spider, “Hey, Itsy bitsy!”

Angel fliched at the volume of her voice.

“Choose. Who do you want to change you?” Velvette asked, making sure she gave him a ‘Pick me. I fucking dare you!’ face.

Angel looked at Valentino and saw he was also make the same face. He was too scared to even point, at either of them. So, the little spider could only do one thing.

He wailed at the top of his lungs.

Both Vees stepped back at the sudden reaction.

“S-S… Scawy! I wanna go ‘ome!” Angel cried uncontrollably.

“Ah shit…” Velvette, trying to hide her panic, inched closer to the bawling spider. “Shh shh! Okay okay! Calm down! We’re not scary. We’re…. friendly…” She said in an attempt to calm him down, cringing as the last word came out.

Angel’s sobs didn’t stop, but they did quiet down a little, as he looked up at Velvette and made grabby hands at her, leaning forward.

“Oh! Nononono!” Velvette immediately stepped back, grabbing a bath brush, using it to distance herself from the clingy little. “D-Don’t touch me! Your clothes are soiled.”

Angel gave the woman a look of a kicked puppy, his lips quivering, daring to let out another wail.

“No! No!” Velvette dropped the brush, her hands hovering over him. “Don’t start that again!”

She quickly pulled out her phone and starts searching through her contacts. “Okay Itsy bitsy, calm down. I’ll call a… ‘friend’ of mine to come change you. So, you can go back to playing and NOT crying like a police siren, okay?”

The lip quivering stopped, and Angel slowly nodded his head. With all the soaked discomfort he was feeling, he’d have anyone change him right now. “O’tay…”

Valentino looked over Velvette’s shoulder, “Are you sure it’s safe to have someone else know about this, Velvy…? Everyone in my studio today, were already a witness to…. Well, I’m sure Voxxy sent you the video before telling you to come here…”

Velvette snickered at the mention of the video, before replying, “Oh please! These people work for us. They know not to fuck with us, let alone spill anything that we clearly don’t want to leave the V Tower.”

Once she found the person she was looking for, she held the phone up to her ear. “MELISSA!”

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After a while in the bathroom, Melissa came out holding a laundry basket full of soiled clothes. Followed by a fresh smelling Angel, crawling behind her; diapered and put into a loose giant sweater, barely covering his padded bottom (since there weren’t any nearby stores with adult-sized baby clothes. Shocking) and thigh high soft striped socks, since he didn’t want his feet out.

“He’s all clean. And, he didn’t want to wear pants, so I didn’t push it.” Melissa said, to both Vees who were sitting on the couch, texting on their phones (probably spamming Vox messages, about when he’s showing up).

Velvette stood up, to check the woman’s work with the little, then nodded her head. “Right. Good. Now shoo! Go wash those clothes. And remember! Not. A. Word. to anyone about this!”

Melissa shakily nodded her head in response, and hurriedly made her way out of the room.

“Cawwy! Cawwy!” Angel babbled out, climbing up Velvette’s leg.

“Wh-Hey! Wait!” Velvette stuttered out, as she tried to maintain her balance, as she was forced to carry the spider in an awkward position. “Itsy bitsy’s just a nickname! You’re like four feet taller than me!”

She wobbled her way to Valentino and plopped the spider on his lap. “Here you go, Tino!”

“Wh-I don’t want this beast!” Valentino exclaimed in fright, spreading all four of his arms out, as if touching the spider would burn him. While Angel stared right into his soul with innocent, curious eyes, sitting on his lap.

“Butte’fwy!”

“I’M—!”

Velvette covered the moth’s mouth and yelled, “Quit yelling at him! He might cry again!”

Valentino groaned, and Velvette removed her hand.

Angel looked up at the moth’s antenna and reached out for it, letting out bubbly giggles as he gave it a tug.

“Ow! Angel, pequeño! Not the antenna!” Valentino pulled the grabby little hands away as careful as he could, as to not cause another emotional outburst.

He then took off his hat, and shoved it onto Angel’s head, covering all eight of his eyes and trapping them in the headwear. Then pushed him off his lap, to the other side of the couch.

“s’ Dawrk…” Angel said softly. Thankfully, he didn’t sound scared, he just sounded confused. He turned his head back and forth, to see if if would change his line of sight.

“You just uh…. have fun in there…” Valentino said dumbfoundedly, as he watched the spider turn his head left and right, not even bothering to reach up to take the hat off.

Velvette sighed, before speaking up again. “We need to bring him somewhere else. I hate to say this, but let’s take him to my room.”

Valentino raised a brow at her, “Hm? Why…? What’s wrong with keeping him here?”

“Tino, most of the lounge room’s walls are windows. People outside might see him in this state, if he goes near it —LIKE RIGHT NOW! He’s crawling towards the fucking window! Get him!”

Valentino quickly turned around to see, the little spider crawling towards the windows, rudely abandoning the moth’s top hat on the floor.

He first picked up his hat and put it back on, then ran towards Angel, stopping right in front of him, when he was inches away from the window.

“Huh?” Angel looked up, and tilted his head at the moth with curiosity.

“Haha… pequeño!” Valentino nervously laughed. “Please don’t go near the windows.”

“Why?” Angel asked.

“Um because… There are… evil monsters outside, that like to eat little spiders!” The moth replied with a low growl, in hopes that it would sound convincing to the spider’s small mind.

Angel whimpered, and quickly jumped into the moth’s arms.

Valentino quickly carried him away from the windows, and back to Velvette. “Okay. You were saying…?”

“First off, that was corny.” Velvette said, referring to the ‘spider eating monsters’ threat. “Second, you see now why we need move him to a room, with less windows?”

“Yes yes! I see now.” Valentino bluntly replied, tilting his head, to avoid getting his antennas manhandled by Angel again. “But, why your room?”

“Vox wouldn’t allow THAT in his room.” She said pointing at Angel, “It’s always flooding with paperwork, that Angel might ruin, and Vox’ll take it out on us!”

“Why not my room, then?” The moth suggested thoughtlessly.

“…….”

“Tino—?”

“No. No…. I finally heard myself.” He cut her off. “Let’s bring Angel to your room now.”

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Whoop… I said, Vox would show up… But, I guess it’ll have to be next chapter instead. Hopefully, it’ll be the next chapter.

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Mishap At The Moth’s Studio

A/N: Okay, so. I hate Val, but love his character outside of the Angel stuff. So, I’ll give you guys a warning first.

⚠️WARNING⚠️: Valentino will not always be portrayed the same, in every agere fic he’s written in. Depending on how I want to portray him in a fic, he will either be Good or Bad, Better or Worse, or in between.

And here, in this fic, he’s in between. —The same goes for the other Vees too, btw. They won’t hurt Angel, but they will act like amateur babysitters. There’s also swearing.

Forgive me, for I’m not used to writing for agere. I’m just starting, so I might be a bit sloppy.

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Angel sat in his chair as the minutes ticked closer to shooting the next scene.

However, he was feeling uncharacteristically anxious.

Why?

Well, he had only recorded three scenes, and his mind already started feeling fuzzy from exhaustion, plunging him into a state of fear and vulnerability. He couldn’t let anyone outisde of the hotel —let alone, anyone at Val’s studio and Val himself!— see him regressing!

However, being surrounded by unfamiliar faces and the hustle and bustle of the studio, Angel's senses were overwhelmed, and he couldn't contain his distress. He couldn’t stay big.

He eventually started slipping.

Tears streamed down his face as he cried out, drawing attention from the crew members and actors preparing for the next shoot. Their confused and concerned stares only added to Angel's anxiety.

The looks from multiple eyes, scared and prompted Angel to seek refuge under the nearby bed he had just finished recording on.

Valentino, normally quick to anger, was taken aback by Angel's behavior and quirked an eyebrow at the spider’s sudden action.

He’s seen Angel scared before, sure. But, for him to suddenly start bawling like a child, then hiding under the bed? That’s not something you see everyday.

Valentino walked towards the bed, and crouched down to meet eye to eye with the cowering spider. “Angel, what the fuck are you doing under there?" The moth questioned, slight irritation evident in his tone.

Angel whimpered and covered his ears, his speech reduced to childish babbling. "No no! Bad words are bad!" he protested, his voice trembling with fear.

Valentino, completely baffled by Angel's sudden change behavior, could only blink in disbelief.

“What the hell...?" he muttered under his breath, but Angel heard him loud and clear. In response, he burrowed even deeper under the bed, seeking refuge from Valentino's confusion.

Growing increasingly irritated, Valentino sternly commanded Angel to come out from his hiding spot, his words laced with curses. “Alright, Angel! Enough with this game! Cut the horseshit and get the fuck out of there! Don’t make me tell you again, you little mocoso!”

But instead of complying, Angel shrank further into the shadows, his fear of Valentino consuming him entirely.

Valentino stood up with gritted teeth, as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. He held it up to his face, glaring at Angel's trembling form still hidden beneath the bed.

Vox answered the video call. On the other side of the screen, the TV demon rolled his eyes dramatically. "What did Angel do to piss you off this time, Val?" he quipped, his attention focused on something off-screen.

Valentino scowled at Vox's nonchalant attitude. "How'd you know this was about Angel?"

Vox finally glanced at Valentino through the video call. "You're always bitching about Angel. So spill, what's the latest drama between you two?"

Valentino angled the phone's camera towards the bed, revealing Angel's tear-streaked face as he cowered beneath the bedcovers, all four of his arms shielding his eyes from the world.

“Angel's acting like a damn toddler. Won't come out from under the bed, crying and whining like a little brat." The moth explained.

Vox's expression shifted from amusement to curiosity as he watched Angel's distressed state, raising a brow.

Valentino asks, “Any ideas on what type of high the bitch is on?”

“Potty mouth!” Angel points at Valentino.

“SO ARE YOU!”

Ignoring the banter, Vox turns away, “Hang on. I think I’ve seen this before. Give me a sec…” Quietly, he began typing on his keyboard, searching for information on the ‘symptoms’ he was witnessing.

After a moment of silence, Vox looked back at Valentino, his demeanor more serious now. "Val, I think Angel might be experiencing something called ‘age regression’…”

He explained, his voice softer than before. "It's a coping mechanism where someone reverts to a childlike state in times of stress or trauma."

Valentino's frustration subsided as he process the information given. "So, what do I do?

Vox rubbed the space on his screen between his eyes. “I don’t normally care about this stuff… But, if anyone knew a regressor was hired as one of your ‘stars’…. Well, let’s just say you wouldn’t like what caregivers would do to you.”

He leaned closer to the camera, his gaze serious. "You need to approach him gently and calmly, like you would with a scared child. Try to reassure him that he's safe and that you're here to help," he advised, his tone firm.

Valentino's brows furrowed at the given instructions, "I'm a pimp, Vox. Not a babysitter!" He yelled into the phone.

Vox raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by Valentino's outburst. "Well, your favorite boy toy isn't gonna perform properly until he's done regressing. And we can’t take him out of the V Tower, in that state. Witnesses are everywhere. ‘Cause unless you know the passcode to his phone, and call up anyone from the hotel, the only option is to take care of him, until he’s big enough to walk home by himself.

He looked at the moth dead in the eye, his tone unyielding. "Suck it up and deal with it."

"Ugh! Fine! Whatever!" Valentino grumbled, his frustration evident as he muttered curses in Spanish under his breath. "But how the hell do you propose I get him out from under the damn bed?"

Vox leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Try offering him something comforting, like a plush toy or a blanket," he suggested. "And speak to him gently, like you actually give a damn. It might just do the trick."

“I’ll consider the sweet talking, but I don’t have any of those type of toys! What industry do you think I’m in charge of!?” Valentino snapped at the flat faced demon.

“Well then…! I don’t know!? Use your wings!” Vox yelled back.

Valentino blinked, taken aback by Vox's unconventional suggestion. "My wings?" he repeated.

Vox nodded, "Yeah, they're pretty fancy looking for a kid’s liking. Turn your back to Angel, spread your wings out, and flutter them up and down to attract his attention. Get him to chase you like a butterfly," he explained, biting back a laugh at his own suggestion.

"I'm a moth," He pointed out, feeling the need to clarify.

"Same difference! Just fucking do it," Vox insisted. “And get on all fours. You’re ten feet tall, you’re height’s probably scaring him.”

Valentino sighed, realizing he had little choice but to trust Vox's advice. So, he set the phone on a nearby desk, so Vox can still see them.

With a resigned shrug, Valentino positioned himself with his back to Angel, getting down on all fours to be at his level once more, and spread his wings out wide. With a tentative flutter, he began to move them up and down, hoping to catch Angel's attention and coax him out from his hiding spot beneath the bed.

Vox struggled to contain his laughter as he watched Valentino reluctantly follow his instructions. "Pfft…! O-Okay, keep doing that with your wings.” A snort slipped out of him.

“Now, crawl away from him. Get him to crawl after you," he instructed, barely able to stifle his amusement.

Valentino shot Vox a glare, his patience wearing thin. "Fuck you," he muttered under his breath, careful not to startle Angel again. Because, he was apparently sensitive to profanity in this state. Oh the irony.

But Vox couldn't help himself. "It's working, isn't it?" he teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Now, try to coax him in a baby voice. Lure him out by cooing at him."

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Valentino let out an exasperated groan and facepalmed, feeling utterly ridiculous. “Fuck my life….”

Ignoring Vox's laughter, he continued to flap his wings and lure Angel out from under the bed. "Here, Angel... Come here, Angelcakes. Pspspss…” He cooed, his voice strained with humiliation.

"BWAHAHAHAHA—"

"Shut the hell up, Voxxy!" Valentino snapped, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I swear to hell, I’m going to hang up!”

Meanwhile, the rest of the set crew struggled to contain their own laughter, the scene unfolding before them more amusing than any script they had ever read. But, they all knew they needed to keep to themselves, unless they wanted to feel thwarted wrath of their later.

Thankfully, the stupid strategy Vox came up with, seemed to worked. Angel, started crawling out of his hiding spot. His eyes shimmered with awe as he stared at the fluttering wings.

“Oooh!” Angel gasped with fascination. “Butte’fwy!”

A tick mark formed on the Val’s head. “I’M NOT A—“ He groaned, and decided to just accept it. “Yes… Butterfly! Follow the pretty butter—OOF!”

The moth fell right on his face, his glasses slightly cracked, when Angel had suddenly leaped and tackled him to the ground.

Angel fiddled with the moth’s wings and fluff. “Mr. Butte’fwy is ‘o pwetty!”

Valentino sighed, as he slowly pushed himself up from the ground, taking off his glasses and setting them on the same desk as his phone where a hysterical Vox was.

“Ohohoho This is tohoho good! I can’t wait to send this to Velvette!” Vox cackled, wiping a tear from his eye.

The moth glared at him, “You were recording us!?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Bwahahaha—WHOA!” Vox fell off his chair in a loud crash.

After 3 seconds of spewing out some colorful words, he picked himself back up.

Valentino rubbed his temples, as he tried to maintain his balance, while a hyper Angel Dust was crawling up his back and harshly pulling at his wings. “Look… could you come over here…? I don’t if you’ve heard Voxxy, but ‘child friendly’ isn’t really the rating I specialize in.”

“You think I’D know how to handle a child, let alone someone in their little headspace?” Vox asked, dramatically placing a hand to his chest. “Vel may call me in all the time, to calm your temper tantrums, but that doesn’t mean I know how to change a diaper.”

Then the realization dawned on Valentino. “H-He… doesn’t actually need a diaper… right?”

Vox gave him a smug, shit eating grin. “That depends on what age range he’s regressed into.”

Then he turned his eyes to Angel, “Hey, Angie!” The TV demon, called to the spider, using his friendly showman voice. “How old are you, huh sport?”

Angel paused in his self-entertainment, and looked at Vox with doe eyes. He then looked at the ceiling, and bit his finger while thinking.

Then, he held up three fingers and enthusiastically answered, “This much!”

Vox looked back at a petrified moth, and smirked. “Good luck. Better pray to hell, he doesn’t need to go.”

Valentino, snatched his phone from the desk. “Vo—“

The call ended.

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I decided to stop here, for now.

The next part will have Velvette, and Vox will show up in person.