Inside the colorful playpen, the two baby Y/Ns became architects of their own little world. Surrounded by soft, oversized cushions and lightweight blankets, they began constructing their makeshift fort. Y/N Goetia, with his keen interest in textures, pulled at the blankets, draping them over a propped-up cushion. Y/N Morningstar, meanwhile, handled the strategic placement of a plush pillow fortress wall.

Y/N Morningstar babbled energetically, his tiny hands waving about as if directing the construction of their fort. "Bababa gaga goo gaa," he declared in his baby tongue. (Translation: "I am the supreme ruler of hell. Those being mean to my mommies and not the mama will be torn in half by sumo wrestlers. And I demand that you give me all your cookies, and I won't have you killed.")

Y/N Goetia looked on, seemingly impressed by his companion's fierce decree, and responded with a supportive "Ga goo ga!" (Translation: "All the cookies are yours, mighty leader, just spare my teddy!")

Together, they continued to arrange their soft building materials, occasionally pausing to giggle or babble back and forth about their grand plans. The fort slowly took shape, becoming a cozy hideaway. It was a flimsy structure, easily collapsible with a mere touch, yet in their eyes, it was a grand castle.

As they worked, they developed a game of peek-a-boo, hiding behind the blankets and then suddenly revealing themselves, causing bursts of laughter and squeals of delight.

As the fort-building session between the two baby Y/Ns starts to wind down, Charlie and Vaggie decide to put on something entertaining to keep the little ones engaged and relaxed. They choose "Thomas & Tugs: The Magic Railroad," a delightful mix of trains and adventure, perfect for young minds.

Charlie and Vaggie carefully picked up the two Y/Ns, cradling them in their arms as they settled onto a cozy couch in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel.

With a press of a button, Charlie activated the TV screen, and the familiar opening credits of the beloved children's movie filled the room. The babies cooed softly, their eyes widening with wonder as the colorful images danced across the screen.

As the movie played, Charlie and Vaggie took turns cuddling the babies, occasionally pointing out the colorful characters and singing along to the catchy tunes. Y/N Goetia gazed at the screen with rapt attention, while Y/N Morningstar wiggled in Vaggie's arms, clearly enthralled by the sights and sounds of the magical adventure unfolding before them.

Together, they laughed at the antics of Thomas and his friends, cheered as they embarked on daring escapades, and sighed with relief as they triumphed over obstacles. It was a heartwarming experience, filled with laughter, love, and the joy of shared moments.

Around the end of the movie, Diesel 10 tries to cross the viaduct, but it collapses under his weight and he falls into a barge filled with sludge. The barge was being pushed by the Z-Stacks

Zorran: Well, well, well, look what we have here. It's Diesel 10, the big bully who thinks he's better than everyone else. What's the matter, Diesel 10? Not feeling so tough now, are you?

Diesel 10: Oh shut up!

Zebedee: Seems like the mighty Diesel 10 isn't so invincible after all.

Zip: Yeah, looks like your plans have hit a little snag, haven't they?

Zorran: You know, a lot of people may need scrap metal this time of year.

Diesel 10: Wait what?

Zak: Scrap's looking good this time of year, a lots of people needing metal, don't you think?

Zip: And we've got a big engine right here. Looks like someone's about to become scrap himself!

Zug: Yeah, he'll fetch a pretty penny at the scrapyard.

Diesel 10: Wait, wait! Let's talk about this! I didn't mean any of it! I was just, uh, misunderstood! Wait! I'm sorry! Wait! Please! We can talk about this! Did I mention I was sorry!

As Diesel 10 frantically tries to negotiate with the Z-Stacks, the scene transitions to the next, leaving his fate uncertain.

As the movie ended and the excitement of the day began to wane, both Y/Ns started to show signs of sleepiness. Y/N Goetia let out a soft yawn, his eyelids drooping as he nestled closer to Charlie's chest. Meanwhile, Y/N Morningstar's movements slowed, his little body relaxing against Vaggie's comforting embrace.

Charlie and Vaggie exchanged a knowing look, recognizing the telltale signs of tiredness in their little charges.

Together, they rose from the couch, careful not to disturb the sleeping babies. With gentle hands, they carried Y/N Goetia and Y/N Morningstar back to the playpen, tucking them in with cozy blankets and plush toys.

As they settled the babies down for the night, Charlie and Vaggie whispered sweet lullabies, their voices filling the air with warmth and tenderness. The babies, lulled by the gentle melody and the comfort of their surroundings, soon drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

With a final kiss to their foreheads, Charlie and Vaggie stepped back, watching over the sleeping Y/Ns with a sense of contentment.

———

Meanwhile Loona and Martin were sitting in the back of a car. Loona's phone buzzes, and she looks down and sees Blitzo trying to call her. She declines the call.

Driver: You want me to drop you off here?

Loona: Oh! Uh! Yeah. Yeah, this looks right. We, uh haven't been here before.

Loona and Martin checked their phones to see if Charlie give them any updates about Y/N.

Loona and Martin step out of the vehicle and music can be heard playing as the car drives off. She looks down at her phone and texts Vortex. Martin watched her, his expression curious but respectful of her privacy.

Loona: (over text) Hey, I'm her

Loona: (over text) Oh shit

Loona: (over text) *here, sry :)

Loona looks around nervously until Vortex calls out to her.

Vortex: Loo-naaa!

Martin subtly tensed beside her, his dislike for Vortex evident in the tight set of his jaw. However, he made an effort to keep a polite smile on his face, not wanting to cause any unnecessary tension.

Vortex: Hey, girl! Glad you could make it!

Loona: Tex! Yeah, hey. Thanks for inviting us.

Martin: Hey there.

The three walk into the mansion, where the party is taking place.

Vortex: Course! Course! Hey, everyone! Meet the new faces!

Vortex howls in excitement, prompting everyone else to do the same. Martin glanced around, noting the enthusiastic response from the assembled demons.

Vortex: You two want a...drink or anything?

Loona: Oh, uh... sure! Totally...babe, you want anything?

Martin: RC Cola if you have any. If not, I'll have what my girlfriend is having.

Loona drops her fake smile and looks over to a group of valley girl-esque hellhounds.

Vikki: And so, I told him "I'm not gonna go get it, unless you fucking throw it this time."

Dalmatian Hellhound: That is so, not fetch!

Vikki: Not fetch!

Before Vikki could continue, Loona chimes in nervously.

Loona: Ha, ha, ha, yeah! Like, that happens all the time. Aha...aha...

Martin:...I don't get it.

Vikki: Oh-em-gee. Loona? "Lunatic Luna"? That you?

Loona: Uh, yeah. It's Loona... yeah.

Vikki: Wow. I can't believe you're showing up to another party. I mean, do you even remember the last one?

Loona: I'm sure you'll remind me.

Vikki takes out her phone and shows a picture of Loona vomiting

Vikki: Yeah, this? This you, right?

Loona growls in response.

Loona: Why do you still have that?

Vikki: It brings me joy. You know, you're supposed to keep things that bring you joy.

Loona growls even more at her. Martin pulled Loona close. Martin felt a surge of protective instinct rise within him. He cleared his throat, attempting to interject and offer some support to his girlfriend.

Martin: Um, excuse me. Loona's just... she's... well, she's...she's wonderful. She's sweet, kind, supportive, protective, and wonderful. And not a bad kisser.

Vikki: And who are you supposed to be?

Martin: I'm Martin. Loona's boyfriend.

Vikki: Oh, right. Loona's little lapdog. And what's a little lapdog like you doing here? Just a Hazbin bird with no money.

Loona's grip on Martin's hand tightened almost painfully, her own frustration bubbling to the surface. He could feel the tension radiating from her, a silent warning of the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior.

Martin's heart raced as he struggled to maintain his cool, his mind racing for a suitable response. But before he could muster a reply, Loona's voice cut through the air like a whip, sharp and biting.

Loona: Wanna try and insult my boyfriend again?

Vikki: Wow, you're being negative. Your aura is being aggressive right now.

Loona: Oh, yeah? Well, maybe it's 'cus me and my boyfriend are in the presence of a massive bitch!

The word "bitch" echoes throughout the party, making everyone else gasp in disapproval.

Martin: Oh gasp yourselves!

Vikki: Oh, my dog! Wow!

Loona: What? Is that not an okay thing to say? Like, come on, it's true!

Demon: You can't say that.

Loona's ears droop in response

Martin: Your allowed to say that in my book.

Loona's ears rise and she smiled in response as Vortex comes back with drinks.

Vortex: Did I miss anything?

Martin: No.

Loona notices and puts up her fake smile again.

Loona: No, no, no! No, nothing. No.

A voice offscreen booms through a microphone, attracting most of the partygoers.

Unknown Demon: (offscreen) Haha! How're my dirty bitches tonight?

Vortex smiles at Loona and Martin in response, inviting her over.

Unknown Demon: Awooh, awooh! Ya'll ready to party with the Queen Bee of Glu-tto-ny? Come on.

The demon reveals herself to be none other than Beelzebub, who was twirling around the disco ball as she hypes up her audience of partygoers.

Beelzebub: Hell, yeah! 'Cus the honey is flowin' tonight! And this bitch is about to get fuckin' wild! Let's get it started!

Beelzebub grabs onto a pole. Loona was looking around nervously and she held Martin as Beelzebub starts to sing her song.

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Martin: The amount of alcoholic beverages here is insane. I pity the demon who lights a match 10 yards from this place.

Beelzebub ends her performance with a firework of confetti and the hellhounds cheer as Loona shakes the cotton candy out of her hair.

Beelzebub: Awooh, awooh! Vortex!

She flies over to Vortex.

Beelzebub: The party is buzzin' now!

Beelzebub: Fuck! I feel like I went a little too hard on the confetti this time, though. I have like, a rainbow in my vagina right now.

Beelzebub notices Loona and Martin

Beelzebub: Oh, hey! Is this the sweet pup and little birdie you told me about? So your the young parents Vortex told me about.

Loona: Excuse me?

Beelzebub: She's a fucking cutie! And this guy looks super hot? Where have you been hiding? And where are you hiding that sweet wittle guy?

Loona: Is there something funny?

Beelzebub: Nah, I'm just really high on all this tasty energy right now. Tex says you don't get invited out much. I hope this itty-bitty get-together can serve as a fun first time.

Loona briefly looks behind her to see a hellhound slide down a staircase only to get hit in the crotch when he gets down.

Martin: Mm-hmm.

Beelzebub: I would've thrown a bigger one, but I couldn't convince Belphegor to let me break into her stash of party drugs. So fucking lame! I mean, I usually just steal them, but Bel changed the locks.

Beelzebub conjures a bottle of beer

Beelzebub: She says I'm a total jackass for trying. But, hey... I'm proud to be a total jackass.

Vortex: Heh. Anyway, yeah, Bee, this is Loona. And, Loona, this is my girlfriend, Bee.

Martin raised an eyebrow skeptically

Beelzebub: Nice to meetcha, bitches!

Loona: Oh, this is... she's hot. *widens eyes in realization*

Beelzebub: Ha! Holy shit! Okay. Tex, you didn't tell me she was hilarious. That's so funny.

Loona: Right.

Beelzebub: I love that that's the first thing you say to me. You don't give a shit how freaky you come off, and that's fucking beautiful. You're my new favorite person.

Loona: Am I, though?

Beelzebub: Yeah, bitch! No. Reminds me of the time I saw Satan without a shirt on.

Vortex turns his head towards her at this. Martins eyes widened and looked at her. If ever there was a face that said you don't talk about this kind of stuff in front of your boyfriend, Martin had that look.

Beelzebub: I was like, "Oof! Boy! You are hot as hell!". But, then I wanted to die, 'cause it was so awkward. 'Cause he's more like a brother to me. You know, but not my brother. So, I guess... it was fine. I could hit that...

Loona looks around awkwardly. Martin looked away uncomfortably.

Beelzebub: Anyway, you two have a good time tonight. Get some sweets, get some eats. Drink it, tear it, fuck it up! Whoo!

Bee walks over to some party guests.

Beelzebub: Do you need anything? Are you having fun? Are you good? Are you drunk?

A hellhound with a cone full of Beelzejuice nods in response.

Beelzebub: Okay, good. Okay, great.

Loona: Yeah, I'm gonna go.

Martin: We are?

Vortex: Uh, what? Why? You just got here. At least one drink, right?

Loona: Nope, you really wouldn't like me after one drink.

She puts her cup down at a nearby staircase and walks out the door with Martin, shedding tears

Martin: Loona? Is something wrong?

Loona: I'm sorry, it's just I'm terrible around other hellhounds! I spent most my life in a pound, and was around the worst kind of hellhounds.

Martin listened and held her hand. Loona looked at him.

Martin: Loona, you don't have to apologize for that. You've been through so much, and it's okay to feel the way you do. But you're not alone anymore. You have me, and I love you just the way you are.

Loona's eyes softened as she listened to him, the tension in her body slowly easing.

Martin: I mean it, Loona. You're strong, and you've come so far. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what.

Loona's smile widened, and before Martin could react, she leaned in and kissed him, a sudden and passionate gesture that took him by surprise. He felt the warmth of her lips against his, the intensity of her emotions pouring into that single kiss.

Loona: You know what, Martin? Let's get married. Right now.

Martin blinked, taken aback by her sudden declaration.

Martin: W-What? Are you serious?

Loona: Yes, I'm serious. I love you, and I don't want to wait any longer. Let's do it.

A slow grin spread across Martin's face as he processed her words.

Loona: Alright, let's do it. Let's get married.

———

Meanwhile, Blitzo, still in the aftermath of his night out with Stolas, hears his phone ring, then he looks at it and his eyes bug out.

———
Back at the party, Loona and Martin are waiting for Blitzo.

The I.M.P. van arrives as Blitzo rolls down the window.

Blitzo: Hey, Loonie. Martin. How you doin', you alright?

Both get in the van

Loona: Yeah, I'm fine. I just wanna go.

Imp: He-hey, that sounds like Blitzo!

Blitzo: The "o" is silent, asshole!

Imp: He-hey, I knew it was you! Fuck, man, where've you been? Are you here for the party?

Blitzo: N-no, I'm just here picking up my daughter and her boyfriend.

Loona: Actually...

Imp: Oh, shit! Do you have a daughter now?

Loona: Adopted!

Imp: Aw, man, you're already leaving? Things just got started. Come in and show us all up again.

Blitzo: No, no, thank you. But, I think Loonie wants to head back.

Loona notices a handsome hellhound approaching the van.

Hellhound: Huh, the hottie next to you wants to leave?

Before Martin could say anything, Loona growled and glared at the hell hound

Loona: I'm taken!

Blitzo: Watch it!

Loona and Martin looked at each other.

Loona: I mean, we could stay a little longer.

Blitzo: I think we need to go, m'kay? I think it's been a long night.

Loona: Well, these people seem to know you. Come on! I think I wanna give this another try. *makes puppy dog eyes.* Pleeease?

Blitzo: Okay, fine. Maybe one drink.

———

Cut to Blitzo drinking from a keg as the other guests chant.

Loona: Blitzo! Blitzo! Blitzo! Blitzo!

Blitzo: Ahh!

The hellhounds howl, even Loona. Except Martin.

Blitzo: Ha ha! That was nothing, bitch! Gimme a real challenge!

Beelzebub then appears behind Blitzo holding a chicken leg.

Beelzebub: Oh, yeah? Wanna fuck with the big bitch, imp boy? I got a challenge for ya.

Vikki: Oh, he's gonna die.

Vortex arrives with two yellow kegs.

Vortex: Aaaaalright, let's do this! From Bee's personal supply, the hardest shit there is.

Blitzo does some stretches.

Vortex: You ready, my man?

Blitzo: Oh, born ready!

Blitzo tries to open one of the kegs.

Blitzo: Bring it, barky! I will drink you under this fucking table, you have no idea what kind of night I've had!

Beelzebub uses her powers to lift the kegs and prep nozzles for them.

Beelzebub: All right, shit talker, but there hasn't been a soul yet who can beat me at my own game. So, you better bring the fire, baby.

Blitzo: Oh, is Queen Bee too scared to lose to a little imp like me?

Beelzebub: Oh, okay. Let's get it on, you little bastard!

Vortex signals for the contest to begin, and Beelzebub and Blitzo start drinking.

Loona: Come on, Blitzo! Fuck her up!

Martin: You can do it!

Blitzo rips off the nozzle and chugs the whole keg, surprising Beelzebub, who looks at him in concern. Blitzo climbs on top of the empty keg

Blitzo: Who's the queen now?!

Loona: Yeah! That's my DAD!

Martin smiled at Loona.

Beelzebub: Well, fuck me! That's a first. I haven't had a first in a while. That was magical, seriously, impressive. I tip my crown to you, imp boy. Respect.

She howls, prompting the other party guests, including Loona, to cheer as Blitzo passes out drunk, as he gets carried off as Beelzebub and Vortex look at each other in concern.

As the party continues, the guests continue having fun and chatting, The music thumped in the background, and the laughter and chatter of the other guests created a lively atmosphere, but Loona and Martin were distracted.

Loona glanced at her phone, checking for any messages from Charlie or Vaggie.

Loona: We should probably head back soon. I'm starting to worry about Y/N.

Martin: Yeah, me too. It's been a while, and I don't want him to get too fussy without us there.

Loona: I know he's in good hands with Charlie and Vaggie, but still... he's our little guy. I hate being away from him for too long.

Martin wrapped an arm around Loona's shoulders, pulling her close.

Martin: I get it. Let's just find Vortex and thank him for inviting us. Then we can head back and check on Y/N.

Just the Vortex taps Loona on the shoulder.

Vortex: Hey, Loon. I don't mean to be a buzz kill here. But, your uh, dad... guy dude... Is um... He's seeming a bit...

Beelzebub then comes up behind him looking concerned.

Beelzebub: Out of control, like... A mess.

Vortex: Yeah, it's worrisome. You wanna maybe check on him or something?

Loona: What!? No! No, Blitzo is fine. He's always a mess, trust me.

Martin: That's right on the money

Beelzebub: Look, honey. I see people having fun and getting fucked up all the time. But, he's getting wasted off his ass and causing problems on purpose. So, I feel like, you should check up on him at least.

Loona starts to get angry as the hounds she was talking to poke their heads over to eavesdrop.

Beelzebub: Just see if something's up.

Loona then marches over to Beelzebub and confronts her.

Loona: Don't act like you know him like I do.

Beelzebub: I ain't sayin' that. I'm just pretty sure he's had four tongues inside him at once. I mean... good for him.

Vortex nods in agreement.

Beelzebub: But... I can taste the flavor of people at my parties, and he's giving off a very, not okay vibe, you know?

Martin: I can't decide if it's a cool power, or a creepy one.

Loona gets progressively angrier.

Loona: Oh, yeah? And I bet you'd know the "okay" vibe, right? I mean everyone likes you so much.

Beelzebub flies up near Loona's face to challenge her.

Beelzebub: What's that supposed to mean? You got a problem or something, sour cream?

She shifts into her larger demonic form

Beelzebub: Don't fuck with me!

Loona preps for a fight until she sees how it's upsetting Martin.

Loona: Sorry. Yeah, nope, we'll, uh... I'll check on him.

Martin held her hand and kissed her cheek.

Martin: We'll check on him. We are together now.

Beelzebub: Wait? Did you two get married? I'm getting great vibes from you.

Loona glanced at Martin, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Loona: Yeah, we did. Just happened.

Beelzebub's face lit up with a wide grin.

Beelzebub: Well, congratulations! That's awesome! I didn't mean to be a buzzkill. I just get protective of my parties and my guests, you know?

Martin chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

Martin: It's okay, Beelzebub. I guess I can see how that power can be... useful.

Loona: It's fine. I'm also on edge. We're just worried about our son. We really should get back to him.

They walk off as Beelzebub shrinks back to her normal size.

Beelzebub: Ugh... sorry. Sorry. I know I got a little spicy there. I just... hope everything works out. Now, let's dance!

She flies off with Vortex

Meanwhile, Loona and Martin look around trying to find Blitzo.

Loona: Blitzo! Bliitzo! Where are you, shithead?! BLIT-

She sees Blitzo French-kissing another imp.

Loona: Oh, piss on a dick!

Martin grabs Blitzo by the collar.

Martin: What the fuck are you doing, Blitzo?! Don't you and my dad already have something?

Blitzo: This guy~

Blitzo points to the imp, who briefly waves

Loona: It looks like you're in the middle of a goddamn orgy! Stop!

Blitzo: Look, I didn't expect you to come in here and see any of this, Loonie. I'm so sorry, but it's a party, I'm just havin' fun with, uh...The fuck is your name again?

Imp: Dennis.

Blitzo: Christ on a stick, you would be a Dennis.

Blitzo waves arms, shooing Dennis away

Blitzo: Get the fuck away from me, I'm not fucking a Dennis tonight! I need a Monica or Alejandro in here, stat!

The imp standing by a nearby corner pulls him in.

Blitzo: Better~

Loona punches the imp's face in, causing him to back away, then Blitzo stumbles, and Loona catches him.

Loona: You don't need anyone else sucking your face, freaky weirdo.

She carries Blitzo over her shoulder

Martin: You need to drink something other than Beelzejuice.

Blitzo: Ugh, no...

Loona carries Blitzo to the van, and buckles him up, then her three new friends wave her goodbye; Loona waves back, then she gets in the van and drives off.

Loona: Do you need to throw up?

Blitzo: Mmm... no.

Martin: *scoffs* Yeah, you do.

———

Martin and Loona pulled up to the Hazbin Hotel, feeling a mix of excitement and relief as they prepared to pick up their son. The building's grand facade loomed before them, its neon lights casting an eerie yet inviting glow.

As they walked up the steps and into the lobby, they were greeted by Charlie, who was holding a sleepy Y/N

Charlie: Hey, you two! How was the party?

Martin: It was... eventful.

Charlie: Y/N's been an angel. He had a little playtime with our Y/N, watched a movie, and then fell asleep pretty quickly.

Loona's expression softened as she reached out to take her son from Charlie's arms and started cradling Y/N close to her chest.

———

Back at the apartment, Martin turns on the lights and puts Blitzo back on the couch, then gets a glass of water and a blanket for him.

Loona held Y/N and kissed his cheek.

Blitzo: I had a really shitty day...

Loona: Oh, yeah? Is that why you drank like five gallons worth of who-knows-what?

Blitzo: Fuck, Fizz was right. I'm gonna die alone, aren't I? Just a wrinkly, old, withered waste. Will you be there, Loonie?

Loona: Be...where?

Blitzo: I dunno, just. Lonely... die alone...

Loona: I'll be there, Dad.

Martin: Should we tell him?

He drapes the blanket over Blitzo and pats his head.

Loona: Let's not. He'll find out soon enough.

Y/N cooed and looked at his parents. You both smile at him.

Blitzo: *mumbling* Millie, Moxxie, Stolas...

Loona takes one last look at Blitzo before heading into her room with Martin and Y/N, then after a beat, Blitzo vomits up the Beelzejuice.

Blitzo: Fuck... yeah, I did need to throw up.