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writing-abt-headspaces · 10 months ago

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Mishap At The Moth’s Studio (Part 5: Last Part)

After what felt like an eternity of awkwardness, the foul incident had been dealt with.

Angel was now in a fresh diaper, (no thanks to Valentino or Velvette) and fidgeted awkwardly. The little spider avoided eye contact with any of the three, and faced his back towards them.

The room still held a lingering tension from the embarrassing mishap.

“I still can’t believe it…” Velvette said, still recovering from witnessing Angel’s ‘accident’. “He can’t piss or shit normally.”

Valentino (who was cowering in the corner after Velvette dragged him back) gagged, still covering the lower half of his face with his hat to block the smell. Though the stench had already subsided. “I thought the bathtub accident was disgusting. But that was just—“

“Watch it, both of you!” Vox hissed at the woman and the moth, and shushed them. He then looked at Angel to see if he was listening.

Luckily the spider seemed too occupied with playing by himself, in an attempt to forget they were there.

Vox sighed in relief and turned back his coworkers, “I’m not thrilled about ‘diaper duty’ either. But shaming a little about anything, can affect them mentally! Let’s not upset him. I’d rather the princess come here, to see a happy unharmed Angel.” He whispered aggressively.

“Sowwy…” Angel suddenly said, finally facing his three babysitters.

He looked up at them with puppy eyes, “Does the stinky make you hate me…?”

“… Ehh—“

“Val!”

The moth sighed, “No no, pequeño. Accidents happen. My nose is just very ‘sensitive’… that’s all.”

Angel blinked in confusion, before he crawled towards Valentino, who instinctively backed up against the wall like a scared prey being cornered by a predator the second Angel took a step in his direction.

The little spider stopped just right in front of the moth, and quietly gawked up at his face.

Valentino raised an eyebrow, and his lips twitched downward. “What?”

Angel then reached out a single hand, and flatly pressed it against the center of the moth’s face.

“Um…” Was the only thing the moth could say, before Angel curiously poked at his face like a toddler seeing their father’s shaved face for the first time.

“No nose…” Angel booped the space between his red eyes.

Valentino tried to turn his face to avoid the poking, a displeased expression. But, Angel’s finger followed.

“Wh-eh… Well!” The moth stammered before bringing up his own finger and poking the space between Angel’s eyes, booping him in return. “Neither do you.”

Angel let out a small surprise sound when his nose (or lack there of) was poked, he retracted his hand to rub it.

But, then he giggled and went back to poke Valentino’s noseless face again. “Poke!”

Valentino grunts at the finger, giving Angel a sour look. “Little shit.” But, he returns it by poking at Angel again.

That made Angel laugh harder and return it to the moth. Until it eventually became a back and forth battle of ‘out poking’ each other; Angel was enjoying himself in what he thought was a game, while Valentino returned the attacks in an attempt to irritate the spider back, grumbling each time the little’s finger jabbed at his face.

Vox and Velvette were quietly watching (and recording).

.•.•.

Charlie came rushing up to the Vees’ meeting area as soon as she was let in. She bursts through the doors and stopped directly infront of their table, hands planted on the surface as a break.

“I…” The princess stopped herself, her lungs still clawing for air, not allowing her to speak.

“Take your time, your highness.” Vox said holding a hand up. “Like I said, Angel is unharmed. Try and catch your breath first…”

“Yeah… You’re gonna need to calm down first…” Velvette spoke up.

She and the TV demon were the only ones in the room at the moment. Little Angel gets bored easily, so they left him at the nursery, with Valentino. The moth was reluctant, but was given no choice as he was the one who kept running away from his turns.

Charlie’s breathing slowly steadied as she took a few moments to collect herself. The urgency in her expression, however, didn’t wane.

“Where’s Angel?” she finally managed to ask, her voice still laced with worry.

“Safe and cared for.” Vox answered. “Valentino is watching over him, as we speak.”

“Valentino?!” Charlie’s eyes widened in horror at the mention of the name. Making Vox’s eyes narrow; he’ll have to ask Valentino what he did or what Angel had said, that made the princess sound wary of him. Something tells him this isn’t the first time the princess met the moth.

“Don’t worry, your highness. I know Val isn’t a very… ‘kind’ person. But, he has standards. He wouldn’t hurt little Angel.” Vox says, emphasizing ‘little’, as if trying to give the princess a hint on what’s happened.

Though Charlie wanted to feel relieved she was more confused. And so she asked, “Why are you phrasing it like he’s a lost child…?”

“Umm….” Vox started.

“About that…” Velvette said, but then trailed off.

Vox and Velvette exchanged glances, each silently urging the other to explain the situation to Charlie. After a few seconds of hesitation, Velvette decided to stand up from her seat.

She sighed, “It’s hard to explain, so we’ll just bring him in here now.”

.•.•.

“Val. The princess is here.” Vox said, as he twisted the door knob, Velvette following him as he entered.

Both froze in place in front of the door ar the shocking sight.

“Aablegh! Bleh bleh bleh!” Were the noises Valentino made, when he uncovered his face from his hat to stick his tongue out and make a silly face in front of Angel.

Angel squealed and giggled, clapping his hands. “Again! Again!”

Without any signs of complaint, Valentino hid his face behind the hat again. Angel cautiously brought his hand out and knocked on the hat’s top.

The moth pulled his hat down again, and made even sillier face.

“Blaalalalala!” He stuck his tongue out again.

Angel squealed and laughed harder. “Again!”

Before Valentino could comply and bring his hat back up, someone cleared their throat.

“Um… Val?” The tone was both baffled and amused.

Valentino slowly turned around to meet his two coworkers at the door. His expression went from playful to mortified in an instant.

“The princess is here.” Velvette said, trying to contain her laughter.

Valentino froze, his mouth still slightly open from his last exaggerated expression. His hat awkwardly slipping from his hands as he stared at Vox and Velvette, who were both struggling to suppress their grins.

Angel, oblivious to the sudden tension in the room, continued to giggle and reach out for the moth’s hat to lift it back up. “Again, Vally! Again!” he chirped, his arms waving eagerly.

Valentino quickly straightened up on his feet, brushing off his suit and adjusting the hat back on his bead as if nothing had happened. Angel, still giggling, reached out to try and pull him back down, but the moth gently patted the little spider's hand away.

"I was… just keeping him entertained like you asked…." Valentino explained awkwardly, avoiding Vox and Velvette's amused stares.

Angel, still caught up in the fun, hugged the moth’s leg and looked up at him with bright innocent eyes. "Again! Do the face again!"

“Guess, I’m not the only one he imprinted on.” Vox playfully commented.

Valentino winced, but before he could respond, the sound of rapid footsteps were getting louder as it approached the door.

Charlie enters the room, pushing past the two Vees, reading to shout but….

The sight of Angel in such a joyful state caused her to pause. Her initial worry began to fade as she took in the scene—Angel was safe, happy, and surprisingly, Valentino doesn’t seem to be hurting him.

More importantly….

Was Angel was wearing baby clothes, and sucking on a pacifier…?

‘Oh my god.’ —Is probably what was spiraling around the princess’ mind, and the realization donned on her.

Angel Dust was a Little!

"Angel!" Charlie exclaimed, as she rushed over to him. She knelt down beside him and wrapped her arms around him in a protective hug. "Are you okay? I was so worried about you!"

Angel returned the hug, resting his head against Charlie's shoulder. "I'm okay, Cha’wie. Vally’s fun."

Charlie looked up at Valentino, still half-expecting to find some malicious intent behind his actions, but all she saw was a moth demon who looked like he’d been caught doing something utterly embarrassing. His usual smug demeanor was nowhere to be found.

Vox, noticing the tension, decided to break the silence. "As you can see, Princess, little Angel is doing just fine. Valentino might be many things, but today he seems to be... good with kids."

Velvette snorted, unable to contain her laughter any longer.

Valentino shot Velvette a withering glare but didn't argue.

Charlie still holding Angel close, nuzzled against his face in adoration. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gooosh! You are so cute! You’re such an itsy bitsy little spider!” She coos then reaches up to his face to tickle his chin.

“Hey, that what Betty calls me!” Angel said while giggling and squirming from the tickling.

“Hey! Wait a minute!” Velvette suddenly says, when she came to realize something. “How come he can pronounce your ‘v’ properly, Tino?”

“I don’t know!” Valentino shrugs, with a flabbergasted expression that the woman’s irritation is directed at him. “Maybe the little bitch just doesn’t like your name?”

“No cursing in front of the baby!” Charlie scolds the moth, covering Angel’s (nonexistent) ears.

“That otay. Vally, Betty, and Boxy have been saying bad wo’ds all day. But I didn’t copy em.”

“They’ve been WHAT!?”

“Well ahem…” Vox awkwardly calls Charlie’s attention. “Playing babysitters was fun and all. But, we’ve put off quite a lot of our work to cater to Angel. Angel here told us that he didn’t have a caregiver assigned to him. We called you here, hoping you would be willing to be his official caregiver?”

“Duh! Of course I will!” Charlie said.

“I’m so sorry that you’ve been delaying your work. I appreciate it though, all of you, I really really appreciate it! I’ll be taking care of Angel now! Call me whenever he regresses at work, and I’ll be here as soon as can!”

Her words lifted all the stress from the Vees as if they’ve been cleansed with God’s words.

“We are gonna have so much fun together! Whenever you regress Angel, I promise you’ll be treated like you were born from royalty!” Charlie said, before leaning in to kiss Angel’s forehead. “My widdle itsy bitsy spider prince!”

Angel’s giggles continued to fill the room.

Charlie stands up and offers her hand. “Come on, Angel. We’re going back home to the hotel, where you have a bigger space to play and more people to play with!”

Angel eyes immediately lit up at the princess’ words. But, instead of taking her hand, he grabbed her shirt and climbed up to be carried.

“Oh! U-Uh—Hughf!” Charlie breathed out when she felt the weight of the tall spider boosting himself in her arms.

“Oh, right. He doesn’t really walk much.” Velvette said, cringing at the awkward position.

“D-Do you… have a stroller around here…?” Charlie asked while grunting, trying to keep her balance. An innocent Angel clueless to the woman’s struggle.

Vox shakes his head, the starts calling someone on his screen. “No, but I’ll call one of our staff to bring a laundry cart up here.”

.•.•.

“Stoller ride! Stroller ride!” Angel chants as Charlie pushes him through the halls in an empty laundry trolley, the Vees walking behind her to make sure none of their employees try anything, like take a picture or breath a word.

Charlie chuckles at the bubbly behavior. “Haha! Yup! Stroller ride—“

Suddenly the princess slipped on something wet on the ground, making her fall forward and accidentally push the trolley away from her.

The trolley sped forward, bumping into a couple of unfortunate bypassers, until one’s impact was too strong that it knocked the cart over, the little spider falling out.

“Ow.” Angel quietly squeaked.

“AH!” Charlie said, scampering her way back on her feet.

Vox grabbed the princess’ arm to help steady her. “Ah… Your majesty, are you—“

“GAH!” Charlie screamed again, staring at the accident with sheer shock.

“Here we go again…” Velvette said, pinching and rubbing the space between her eyes.

“AAAAH!” Charlie said, running towards a still lying Angel. “ANGEL!”

“Three second rule. Three second rule…. Just pick him up, he’s fine!” Valentino yelled after the frantic girl.

“‘m okay…!” Angel said.

“See?”

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I’m sorry for the ending, I don’t why my sense of humor is like this. 😂

The spellings changes in Angel’s “Little speech” depending on how in the mood he is to talk. (But also so you guys can read it as well as possible.)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #angel dust agere #hazbin hotel vox #little angel dust #little!angel dust #angel dust #valentino #charlie morningstar

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writing-abt-headspaces · 11 months ago

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I’ve been thinking of writing a Little!Valentino fanfic, once a finish my Angel Dust one. Speaking of Angel, I am dead set on making him the caregiver or the closest Val could get as a caregiver anyway.

Just thought I’d share since I’ve only got 4-5 posts on this blog.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel angel dust #valentino #angel dust #valentino agere #litte!valentino

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writing-abt-headspaces · 1 year ago

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Mishap At The Moth’s Studio (Part 4)

A/N: Okay, so Vox is actually my favorite of the Vees. (A.k.a The one I pay attention to the most.) So, be prepared for him to be the softest one of the three here.

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Finally, they made it to the makeshift nursery. The moth slowly made his way to the adult-sized crib, while rocking the little spider in his arms to keep him asleep.

“Rock a bye Angel, snoring about. Please stay asleep, don’t freak the fuck out…” Valentino aggressively sang, as he cradled the spider. Angel kept stirring awake, whenever he heard the slightest noise of the moth’s squeaking.

“Tino, stop making that noise!” Velvette quietly hissed at the moth demon.

“Fuck off! It’s not something I can control!” Valentino hissed back, finally making it to the crib.

Angel was gently placed inside the crib, still sleeping peacefully to his heart’s content, sucking on his pacifier, all curled up into himself.

Vox, who eventually recovered from his hysteric episode, reached into the crib and pulled up the blanket near Angel’s feet to cover the rest of him. He sighed, looking down at the spider with a mix of frustration and…. mild affection. Angel kind of looked like an actual child like this….

He shakes the feelings away, “Alright, he's settled for now."

Velvette sighed, leaning against the crib. "So, what do we do when he wakes up?"

Vox simply shrugged, “We’ll crossed the bridge when we get there…”

Valentino groaned, rubbing his temples. "Babysitting a regressed spider demon was not on my to do list today…."

Vox shot him a sharp look. “Well, maybe if you didn’t push him so hard, we wouldn’t be in this mess. He’s a scared toddler now, because of you. Just deal with it."

If anyone noticed Vox’s tone change to sounding a bit more protective, they didn’t point it out.

It’s no surprise to anyone in this building, that Vox was never really a fan of Angel Dust. Considering this stupid fucking spider was the number one reason Valentino is always bitching about and throwing his stupid temper tantrums, adding more work to the TV demon’s already busy everyday life, but damn… if he didn’t secretly have a soft spot for kids…

He had a long list of sins that condemned him to hell, longer than the combined height of himself and his business partners stacked up on top of each other, but harming children in any way wasn’t one of them.

During his days hosting the news, topside, he’d dox people, spill information or twist the truth, fabricate or exaggerate the appearance of a crime scene, ruin reputations of celebrities and political figures, for the sake of good television (and good pay. I mean, he had to make a living after all). But, if there’s one thing he respected, it would be the choices of the children involved in crimes he had to make reports on.

He offers to play a small game with them, in exchange for some information on the crime they witnessed or were the victims in, and even promises to blur their faces and leave them unnamed. And he was a man of his word; kept his end of the bargain all the time.

Vox was no saint, he wasn’t someone worthy of heaven, and he was even proud of that fact. But, he has his soft spots. And that would be child innocence.

He once again shakes the thoughts away and coughs. “I’ll continue the rest of my work here…”

Clasping his hands behind his back, Vox walked to the other side of the room as he speaks, “Val, Velvette, you can leave and tend to your own work, but make sure to come here as soon as possible whenever I call for your assistance.”

He reaches for the laptop left on the table next to the door, which he had asked Papermint to leave for him, and turned it on, aleady opening files and typing away.

He suddenly felt eyes on him, and turned back to the other two. “What?”

Velvette’s eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms, “Okay. What the fuck is up with you?”

Valentino leaned against the crib, folding his upper set of arms and placing one of his power hands on his hip, as he glanced between Vox and Velvette, intrigued. Velvette's directness often amused him, especially when directed at Vox, who could sometimes be too composed for his own good.

Vox paused momentarily, his fingers hovering over the keyboard as he assessed Velvette’s judging gaze. "What do you mean?" he replied, maintaining his cool demeanor.

"You’re being weird.” Velvette said, uncrossing her arms to gesture vaguely at Vox. "First, you fussed over Angel like an insomniac nanny, on our way here—“

“Because I fucking dropped him.” Vox cut her off. “What was I supposed to do? Not worry about what would happen if we permanently damaged his brain? He could stay stuck like this you know?”

Velvette chose to ignore that horrifying possibility and continued, “Then you snapped at Tino like you're his mother."

Valentino snickered under his breath. The other two assumed, he was trying to hold in a ‘I can call you ‘mommy’ if you want?’ joke.

Vox's brow furrowed slightly, betraying a hint of irritation. "I'm merely ensuring we handle this situation with the necessary care. This isn't just about managing Angel; it's about safeguarding our operations here at the V Tower."

Velvette raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Suure. But, how do you explain this… protective attitude over itsy bitsy.”

Vox shot her a stern look, his jaw tightening briefly before he composed himself again. "Like I said, this isn’t about Angel." he stated firmly. "It's about maintaining stability and avoiding unnecessary attention. The last thing we need is a scandal."

Velvette sighed, recognizing that there WAS validity in Vox's concern. "Fair enough," she admitted, relaxing her stance.

Vox sighed quietly, turning back to his laptop. "Good. Now, let me focus on my work.”

Valentino shrugged, straightening up from the crib’s side. "I'm going back to my studio to check what scenes I can still get done without Angel."

Velvette followed behind Valentino, “And I’m going back to working on my designs.”

Vox nodded, acknowledging their leave. "Good. We'll reconvene if anything changes."

The three of them dispersed to their respective duties, leaving Angel sleeping peacefully in his crib, and Vox working on the other side of the room.

.•.•.

Vox was fully immersed in his work, his eyes didn’t leave the screen despite feeling tired. Until small coughing and gurgling noises, pulled him out of his focus.

He turned around and sees Angel, pushing himself up to bend over the crib, spitting out his pacifier and throwing up a bit of the milk he drank on the floor.

“Tummy hurt…” Angel quietly muttered, sounding like he was trying to hold in tears. He was definitely still in his headspace.

Vox immediately went to Angel, grabbing a couple of rags from the supplies drawers, and wiping down the mess on the floor before using another rag to wipe off the mess on the spider’s face.

“The fuck happened to you? I’m sure that milk was—Oh.” His confusion turned to realization. “I forgot to burp you before letting you sleep, didn’t I?”

The little spider looked at the TV demon timidly, hesitantly holding his hands up and making grabby motions.

Vox sighed, “My bad, kiddo. Should’ve remembered to do that after the bottle.”

He hooked his hands under Angel’s underarms, and used all his strength to pull him up. “Up you go.”

Ignoring the burn of humiliation he was feeling, he sat himself down on the nearest chair, and adjusted Angel’s position on his lap.

“Oh my fucking god, what the fuck am I doing…?” Vox muttered under his breath as he landed gentle pats on the spider’s back. Angel rested his head on Vox’s shoulder, hugging him tightly.

The position was a bit awkward, due to the fact that Angel and Vox were almost the same height, but the TV demon tried to push that aside, as he tried getting Angel to burp.

As Vox gently patted Angel's back, he felt discomfort. This wasn't the usual stuff on his to do list—caring for someone so fragile and innocent. Yet here he was, comforting the regressed pornstar who had found himself in an unexpected state of vulnerability.

Angel squirmed slightly, his little hands grasping at Vox's shirt as he burped softly, some milk residue bubbling up from his tiny mouth. The spider demon let out a small hiccup, then settled against Vox's shoulder, his eyes half-closed with fatigue.

Vox sighed inwardly, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts.

"You alright there, kid?" Vox murmured, trying to sound reassuring despite his own uncertainty. He continued to pat Angel's back gently, feeling the spider demon's tension slowly easing.

Angel nodded weakly, mumbling something incoherent as he clung to Vox's shirt, and burped a second time.

“Ready to go back to sleep?” Vox asked the little spider.

Suddenly getting a second wind, Angel’s eyes shot open and he wiggled out of Vox’s lap.

“No! Not sleepy anymore!” Angel said, crawling around the floor, looking for something to do.

Vox watched with exasperation as Angel, now energized, crawled around the nursery floor in search of something to occupy his newfound wakefulness.

“Alright then, what do you want to do?" Vox asked, leaning back in his chair with a resigned sigh. He scanned the room, taking in the various toys and books that he discreetly ordered, hoping any of these would catch the spider demon's interest. There was even a playpen, in the corner of the room, big enough for the spider to move around in.

Angel, however, seemed more intent on exploring. He crawled around, back and forth until he grew tired and went back to Vox.

Angel patted Vox’s knee to get his attention. “Bored…” He says.

Vox was about to tell Angel to try out the coloring books on the shelf, so he can get back to work. But, an idea sparked in his mind.

He looked down at Angel, and once more, put on his best showman face. “Wanna play a game with me?”

Angel’s eyes lit up, and he rapidly nodded his head. “Yeah!”

Vox smiled at him, “Okay. The game is called knock knock—“

“Who’sh there?” Angel answered almost immediately.

Vox actually snorted at that, but shook his head. “No… Not a knock knock joke. It’s called Knock-Knock-Freeze.” He says as he recalled one of the few games he made up to entertain the children he had to question.

This one was his favorite to use, since it always made the kids feel like it was a fair deal; whoever wins, will decide if they stay quiet or tell the truth. Being bigger and faster, Vox of course, always one. But, he’d let them have fun by prolonging the chase.

Vox starts explaining as he points at the wall, “I’ll stand over there and face the wall, away from you, and I’ll knock on it three times. Then after knocking three times, I’ll turn around to see if you’re moving. While you, have to move forward everytime I’m looking away and freeze everytime I turn to look at you, until your close enough to tag me.”

“And then…?” Angel asks, tilting his head.

“When you tag me, I have to chase you, and if I catch you, I win. And if I win, you have to answer some questions I want to ask you, okay? Promise?” Vox instructed.

“O’tay! I pwomise!” Angel said, excitedly.

Vox nodded his head, and walked towards the wall, keeping his back towards Angel.

He brought he knuckles towards the walls, and knocked. “One. Two. Three. —Freeze!” He quickly turned around to look at the little spider.

Angel had been mid-crawl, freezing instantly when Vox turned around. He stayed perfectly still, his wide eyes locked on Vox, who took a moment to scan him for any movement.

“Good job,” Vox said with a smirk, then turned back to the wall to knock again. “One. Two. Three. —Freeze!”

This time, Angel managed to move a bit closer before stopping abruptly when Vox spun around again. The TV demon kept a keen eye out for any slight movements but found none.

Angel giggled, enjoying the game immensely. Vox continued the cycle of knocking and turning, and Angel moved closer with each round, his excitement growing. On the final turn, Angel was close enough to tag Vox’s leg, but he waited for the perfect moment.

Vox, who knew Angel was just right behind him, purposely knocked much slower this time. “One… Two… Three…” and then he slowly turned his head.

Before he could even say “freeze,” Angel lunged forward, tagging him with a triumphant squeal.

“Got you!” Angel shouted, his body vibrating with excitement.

“Aren’t you good at this?” Vox grinned, “Alright, now it’s my turn to catch you.”

Angel’s eyes widened in playful fear, and he scampered off, his movements quick and uncoordinated. Vox gave chase, deliberately moving slower to prolong the game. The room echoed with Angel’s delighted laughter as he dodged and weaved around furniture.

Finally, Vox lunged, carefully wrapping his arms around the little spider and pulling him into a gentle embrace. “Caught you!” he announced, laughing along with Angel.

Angel panted, still giggling. “O’tay! TV man wins!”

Vox sat back down, settling Angel in his lap. “Now for my questions,” he said, his tone softening. “Can you tell me the name of your caregiver?”

Angel’s smile went away as soon as he heard that. He looked away and stayed quiet.

“Hey, kid. You promised to answer me.” Vox pushed, but didn’t raise his voice.

“Don’ ‘ave one…” Angel answered quietly.

“What?” Vox blinked in confusion.

“I don’ ‘ave anyone to take care of me…” Angel answered more clearly.

“You mean… no one at the hotel takes care of you, when you’re like this?” Vox asked further.

“Uh-uh…” Angel shook his head. “Didn’ wanna tell em. I’ll be prob’em to them… I go small by myself. But Nuggy’s there…!”

Ah. So, he copes by himself.

It seems that the happy go lucky princess of hell, rubbed off on Angel; he doesn’t want to bother anyone with his own issues. Or was he always this reserved when it came to his personal problems? Vox doesn’t really know.

It’s a complete head scratcher how he hasn’t broken down into his littlespace in public, much sooner. How does a little take care of themself, with only a pet to keep watch of them?

They should have a caregiver assigned to them. Or a babysitter, at least.

“Well, you’re gonna need someone to take care of you, kid. You can’t always be by yourself. You don’t want this to happen again in front of more people now, do you?” Vox asked, trying to convince Angel.

“No…” Angel shook his head.

Vox gave Angel gentle pets on his head. “Good. Now… do you remember the password to your phone even when your small?”

Angel looked up at his screen innocently, “Why?”

“So, we can call up your friends back at the hotel to—“

“Nooo! No! No! No!” Angel cut him off, and started thrashing about in Vox’s lap.

Vox tightened his grip slightly to prevent Angel from falling off his lap. “Hey, calm down. What’s wrong with calling your friends?”

Angel continued to thrash, his face contorting with fear and panic. “They’ll hate me! They’ll think I’m weird! I don’ wan them to know!”

Vox sighed deeply, trying to think of a way to reassure the little spider without escalating the situation further.

He’s not one to talk about the ‘power of love or friendship’ and all that bullshit. But, he knows one thing for sure after watching that one interview with Katie Killjoy. Lucifer’s brat, is too sugar sweet for Vox to picture her making fun of Angel’s classification, let alone judge him for it.

He’s not sure about the other hotel staff, but the princess would definitely be all mother hen over the little spider. Vox wouldn’t even be surprised if her classification was a caregiver too. She could probably provide him with much better care and supplies. Fuck! Angel would be a nepo baby if Charlotte Morningstar was the one looking after him!

“Angel—“

“Can you do it? You’re really nice!” Angel pleaded with the TV demon.

“…What!?” Vox almost let go of his grip on Angel.

“Pwomise I won’ be bad whenever I’m big again! I’ll be good! Big or small.” Angel continued to beg. “I just don’ wanna be my friends prob’em!”

Vox was flabbergasted.

What the fuck was his mindset? He’d rather be taken care of by the TV demon, than the puppy dogs and sunshine loving princess of hell? All because he thinks he might burden her?

He glanced over at Valentino and Velvette, who he finally noticed were watching from the doorway.

“Val, Velvette, a little help?” Vox called out.

Velvette stepped forward, “Well, what the fuck happened here?”

“Do you want the bad news or the worse news first?” Vox asked.

Valentino walked in as well, already not liking what Vox would say. “Where’s the good news?”

“Unavailable.”

“Bad news then…” Velvette reluctantly said.

“So, bad news… Angel doesn’t have an assigned caregiver. Nor does he have anyone back at the hotel who knows about his classification. He’s been coping on his own.” Vox answered.

It wouldn’t exactly be bad news for them, if it weren’t for the fact that they’ll have to deal with Angel, if he doesn’t have any other lap they can plop him down on.

“And the worse news…?” Valentino dared ask.

Vox loosened his grip on Angel, nervously looking away from the other two. “Uh… I think he might’ve imprinted on me.”

Velvette and Valentino exchanged incredulous glances, then turned their attention back to Vox with bemused expressions.

"You're kidding, right?" Valentino's voice betrayed a mix of amusement and disbelief. "He's imprinted on you? Voxxy, I didn't think you were into that kind of thing~” He teased, earning a sharp look from Vox.

"Don’t turn this into fucking Twilight! You know very well, that’s not what I meant!" Vox retorted, his tone serious. "He's just... attached, I guess. He asked me to take care of him, said he doesn't want to be a problem for anyone else."

Velvette let out an exaggerated groan, rubbing her temples. "So, let me get this straight… the little baby bitch doesn’t have a caregiver, AND NOW he wants you, to be the one to take care of him?"

Vox nodded reluctantly. "That's about the size of it. And while I'm… kinda flattered with how attached he is, it's not practical. I’m not even classified as a caregiver. We need to find someone from the hotel who can do this."

Valentino, who had been quietly thinking, groaned. “Looks like we have to convince him…. But, we have to do it the ‘doting way’…”

He tried to hide his displeasure, as he bent down to meet Angel’s eyes. “Angelcakes… pequeño… I get that you don’t want to bother your… friends, but this isn't about being a problem. It's about making sure you're safe and cared for. The ‘TV man’ here can't do this all the time, and you need someone who can be there for you whenever you… uh… regress."

Angel pouted, looking between the three demons. "But... I don’t want to be trouble..."

Velvette knelt down to Angel's level.

Great. Time to talk ‘sappy’.

She mustered up the gentlest voice she could speak in. "Listen, Itsy Bitsy, your friends at the hotel care about you. They won’t think you're weird. In fact, I’m sure they’d want to help you. The princess, I know for sure would be ecstatic of this. Don’t you think it’d be nice for a princess to take care of you?”

Angel fidgeted, looking down at his hands. "I guess so…”

Vox, sensing a moment of vulnerability, joined in. "Well, I know so. Miss Bleeding Heart—err… Her majesty, is the kind of person who would go out of her way to make sure you're taken care of. She’s got a big heart. But you have to let her know. Keeping this to yourself isn’t going to help anyone.”

Then he added, “The three of us are busy most of the time. We only made these adjustments today, because of what happened. Of course, it doesn’t mean we won’t be watching over you from time to time—“

“Wait. What—“

“Shut up, Val.” Vox momentarily tore his gaze from the spider to shoot the moth a glare. “Unless you plan on tearing apart his contract, we really can’t avoid having to babysit again. I’m trying to negotiate here!”

He returns his gaze to Angel, “We’ll help out whenever we can, okay kid? But you need a primary caregiver who knows you and can be there when you need them."

Angel’s eyes welled up with tears, but he nodded slowly. "O’tay... I’ll try to talk to Char’ie."

Vox smiled encouragingly, pinching the spider’s cheek. “That’s the spirit. And who knows, she might even make it fun for you."

Angel sniffled, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. "O’tay... I’ll do it."

Vox felt a sense of relief wash over him. "Good. Now, Mr. Butterfly is going to get your phone and we’ll call up your friend."

Though he grumbled curses under his breath from the nickname, Valentino went to retrieve Angel’s phone anyway.

He returned, and tossed the phone to Vox without warning.

If it weren’t for the moth doing that countless of times in the past already, it would have caught Vox off guard. But the TV demon caught it, unfazed.

“Hey sport, I’m gonna need the password now.” Vox wave the phone infront of Angel.

“My cake day…” Angel answers.

“Cake day?” Vox repeated, raising a brow.

“He probably means his birthday.” Velvette said.

“Val, what’s his birthday?” Vox looked up at the moth.

Valentino’s distasteful face turned into a nervous smile. “Um…” He looked away, while messaging his chin, trying to recall the birthdate.

“Wow, Val. Fuck you.” Vox said bluntly.

The moth spread all his arms out in exasperation, “Oh what!? Like I had time to remember the bitchy twink’s birthday!?”

“Well, it’s kinda important right now!” Vox said, trying not to crush the phone in his fist.

Angel watched the exchange nervously, still clutching onto Vox's shirt. He suddenly remembered something and piped up, "Silly pranks day! That's my cake day!"

“April first.” Velvette translated, though she didn’t really need to.

Vox typed the number of the month and date on the phone, and sure enough, it unlocked. He quickly navigated through the contacts to find the princess’ number.

- (Bomb-bastic Baddie 🍒💣)

- (Tiny Psycho🪡🔪)

- (Vagina👁️❌)

- (My Hubby😻)

- (Sunshine Bitch☀️)

- (Gimp Pimp😒)

He decided not mention the contact names. Especially, “Gimp Pimp” and whoever the fuck “My Hubby” could be. The last thing Vox needed was for Valentino to become a second whiney baby to handle.

He clicked on Sunshine Bitch, knowing it was most likely the princess’ number. He hit the call button and put the phone on speaker.

The phone rang a few times before a cheerful voice answered, “Hello! This is Charlie Morningstar!”

Shit. A voice recording…

“I’m not on the phone right now. But, please leave a message after the beep, and I promise to get to you. BEEEEP!” The cheerful voice giggled at her imitation of the actual beep which followed just after.

Vox sighed and held the phone up to his face, “Princess Morningstar, good afternoon… This is Mr. Vox, speaking through Angel’s phone, I’m sure you know me. Don’t worry, Angel is safe and unharmed. But, we do need you to come over here as soon as you get this message. I won’t specify the situation, as to not worry you. Just make sure to come here soon, and we’ll explain everything.”

When he finished he sent his voice message.

“Looks like we have to wait, for her majesty to receive the message…” Vox said handing the phone to Velvette, who placed it down on the desk.

“Can I color, while waiting?” Angel asked, with sparkling eyes.

Vox shrugged, “Sure kid. But, can do it in the playpen. My legs are sore, from you sitting on me.”

He sat up from the chair, and picked Angel up and gently placed him on the floor, so the spider can crawl his way to the playpen.

As Angel crawled into the playpen, he immediately spotted a box of crayons and coloring books nearby. Without hesitation, he grabbed a few crayons and a book filled with different cartoonish hellspawn animals to color in. As he sat down on the soft foam padding and flipped through the pages, he began to hum a tune to himself, completely engrossed in his newfound activity.

Meanwhile, Vox sat back down and absentmindedly watched Angel color. Valentino stood nearby, idly tapping his nails against his arm, his mind clearly preoccupied with thoughts of his own. Velvette leaned against the wall, sketching away in her sketchbook, that Vox only now took notice of, and the very thing she’s drawing in it.

“What is that?” Vox pointed at the drawing Velvette was occupying herself with.

“Hm? Oh.” The woman lifted the pad for Vox to see. “Since, you said we’d still have to deal with him, when he regresses at work, I decided to design some ‘littlespace clothes’ for, Itsy Bitsy.”

“Why? What’s wrong with what he’s wearing right now?” Vox asked.

Velvette rolled her eyes, “I don’t care if he’s got baby brains. I ain’t letting anyone here prance or crawl around in a tacky oversized sweater and ugly Christmas socks.”

Valentino snickered at Velvette's blunt response. "Hey, those socks are comfy, alright? But I guess if you're designing something, it better be sexy and stylish."

Velvette shot him a deadpan look. "This is for a toddler, not a nightclub."

"Hey, you never know," Valentino teased, winking at Vox. "The little pequeño could use some glam even in his smaller form."

Vox sighed, rubbing his temples. "Let's focus on practicality here. He needs clothes that are comfortable and safe. We don't want anything that could be dangerous or inappropriate. Remember Val, this isn’t the same Angel right now.”

“Right. Fine….” The moth turned away.

Velvette nodded in agreement. "Of course, I'm thinking soft fabrics, easy to wash, nothing with choking hazards or irritating seams. But, it would still look stunning!”

Vox’s face scrunched up in concern, “Toddlers and Tiaras stunning? Or—“

“Ew. No! Never fucking bring that up to me ever again!” Velvette glared at Vox. “I meant MY STYLE stunning. ‘Velvette’ stunning! As all my brands have always been.”

Suddenly an idea sparked in the woman’s eyes. “Wait! That’s perfect!” She exclaimed, standing up.

“What is?” Valentino asked the woman.

“We can turn this into a new part of our business! We can sell clothes, for littles! We can drag more people in, since there are barely any baby supplies in hell! Save for hellborn babies, but I bet ‘littles’ don’t have much for themselves down here.” Velvette said to her business partners. “We can even get good publicity from this! If they think we care about littles, we’d be gaining more trust!”

“I already thought of a name for the brand: ‘Little Angels’ by Velvette! Place your trust in us, like your littles trust you!”

“That’s great and all Vel, but the whole regressed Angel thing is supposed to be a secret remember?” Vox said to the woman. “Angel Dust being a little won’t look good on the news, especially since all of hell knows he works under Val.”

Velvette rolled her eyes again, and groaned. “Ugh! So? We can just twist the story! Instead of Angel Dust himself being a little, let’s say it was either one of my employees or yours. And….” She snaps her fingers trying to come up with an alternate story.

“Angel came accross them, regressing, while preparing for a pinup shoot. And then he says he’s a caregiver! So, Valentino gave him time off to take care of them. And then that’s when we came up with the idea to design clothes for littles! And the brand name.”

Vox considered Velvette's proposal, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "That's... actually not a bad cover story," he admitted. "It deflects attention from Angel and, we don’t have to worry about any caregivers antagonizing us."

Velvette grinned, clearly pleased with the positive response. "Exactly! This is too fucking good of an opportunity to ignore!”

Velvette turned to Angel. “Itsy bitsy, can you stand up?”

Angel looked up from his coloring book, as he processed what Velvette had asked.

“Uh-uh… legs wobbly…” Angel answered shaking his head.

Velvette waved it off, “That’s fine. I think I can work with your current position.”

Using her powers, she waved her hands in the air to change Angel’s clothes, into one of the cute onesies she designed. She continued to swipe right until the perfect outfit appeared on Angel; a frilly yellow dress, with puffy sleeves.

“Perfect!” Velvette exclaimed, enthusiastically.

“Ooh…!” Angel looked down at himself, and fiddled with the frills of the dress’ top, and kicked his feet at his new socks. They were more fitted, but comfortable thin white cotton, with blues bows decorating the toe ends of the socks. And his bottom was even more covered up by the dress going down to his knees.

Angel starts giggling, “Pretty!”

Velvette went up and pinched his cheeks, and cooed at him. “Who’s our sweet little bundle of political gain! You are! Yes you are~ Aren’t you just the cutest cash cow!”

Angel blinked up at her confused.

Vox snickered, shaking his head. "You're gonna scare the kid, Vel. Tone it down a bit."

Velvette rolled her eyes but complied, letting go of Angel's cheeks. "Fine, fine. But you have to admit, now that he’s in this dress, he’s kinda cute now. It'll definitely sell."

Angel continued to fiddle with the hem of his new dress, clearly enjoying the attention. "Pwetty! Thank you, Betty!"

Velvette's eye twitched at the nickname but she forced a smile. "You're welcome, Itsy Bitsy.”

Angel paused in his giggling, and suddenly stared off to nowhere, looking like he’s trying to concentrate on something.

And that something bloomed into a bright red hue of shame across his face, and a noxious scent all over the air.

Vox and Velvette didn’t realize what the spider had just done, until they noticed Valentino had bolted out of the room.

The other two exchanged a horrified glance, their noses wrinkling as the foul odor spread through the room.

“Did he just—” Velvette began, her eyes widening.

“Yes. Yes, he did,” Vox confirmed, his voice tinged with resignation.

“TINO YOU FUCKING COWARD! GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE!” Velvette ran out the door, leaving Vox alone with Angel once again.

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I hope I didn’t make them too out of character. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get them accurate when I wrote this fic.

#angel dust agere #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #little angel dust #little!angel dust

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writing-abt-headspaces · 1 year ago

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I don’t really know why I haven’t done this yet, but here’s the Ao3 link of my Little!Angel Dust age regression fanfic:

Just in case some of you don’t like reading it on tumblr. (For personal reasons ig? Like ‘formatting preferences’…?)

#angel dust agere #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #little angel dust #little!angel dust #ao3 #age regression

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writing-abt-headspaces · 1 year ago

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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.

.•.•.

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.

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