The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is transformed into a festive wonderland for Christmas. Twinkling lights adorn the walls and elegant garlands drape over the reception desk. A towering Christmas tree, adorned with colorful ornaments and shimmering lights, becomes the focal point. The air is filled with the scent of pine and the warm glow of candles, creating a cozy atmosphere for guests and residents alike.

Charlie delicately hung ornaments on the Christmas tree, her son Y/N cradled in her arms.

Y/N's adorable coos fill the air as tiny hands reach out in fascination for the sparkling ornaments on the Christmas tree. Charlie chuckles, gently holding his hand.

Charlie cradles Y/N, her voice soft and filled with affection. "Look at these pretty ornaments, sweetie! Maybe one day you'll help Mommy decorate the tree too. What do you think?" She smiles, creating a precious moment in the heart of their festive celebration.

Vaggie enters, holding a bundle of poorly wrapped gifts, a slight frown on her face. "I might not be the best at wrapping, but it's the thought that counts, right?" she grins, offering the gifts to Charlie and Y/N.

Charlie's smile widens as she kisses Vaggie's cheek, expressing gratitude for the thoughtful gifts. Meanwhile, Y/N's tiny hands eagerly reach for the presents.

Charlie playfully intercepts Y/N's attempts to grab the presents, gently teasing him. She continues to coo, "Not yet, baby boy. You'll get to unwrap these on Christmas morning. It'll be so much fun!"

Charlie showers Y/N's cheeks with a flurry of affectionate kisses, each one accompanied by a soft coo or a giggle.

Charlie, still smiling, gently passes Y/N into Vaggie's arms. Vaggie, holding the infant with care, joins in the familial exchange, creating a heartwarming scene.

Vaggie sits down, continuing to hold Y/N, and gently rubs his head with a warm and reassuring touch.

Vaggie looks down at Y/N and can't help but smile, "You're just too cute, Y/N," she says with a soft affectionate tone.

Vaggie playfully tickles Y/N's tummy, eliciting adorable giggles from the infant.

Vaggie, with a gentle hug, holds Y/N close, creating a tender and comforting embrace.

Y/N, feeling the warmth and comfort, rubs his eyes and lets out a little yawn, signaling the onset of sleepiness.

Vaggie, sensing Y/N's drowsiness, carefully cradles him in her arms and ascends the stairs to his bedroom. The soft glow of the Christmas lights in the hallway casts a warm ambiance. As they reach his room, Vaggie gently places Y/N in the crib, the plush bedding inviting and comforting.

Leaning over, Vaggie presses a tender kiss to Y/N's cheek, her touch gentle and filled with love. She takes a moment to tuck him in, ensuring he's snug and secure.

Vaggie lingers for a moment, watching over him with a soft smile, before dimming the lights and quietly leaving the room.

- - -

A few hours later. Angel Dust, lounging in a nearby area, heard Y/N's cries and the sound of tiny kicks. Curiosity piqued, he makes his way to Y/N's room. Opening the door, he discovers the upset infant.

"Hey there, little buddy," Angel Dust coos, picking Y/N up with a gentle touch. He tries to soothe the crying, rocking him gently and making playful faces to elicit a smile.

Charlie and Vaggie had left to go run a few errands.

Angel Dust, still holding Y/N, murmurs soothing words and continues to gently rock him. He observes the tiny tears and sniffles, trying to comfort the upset infant.

Niffty rushes into the room, her quick footsteps echoing concern. "What's going on in here?" she asks, noticing Y/N's cries.

Niffty skillfully takes Y/N into her care, cooing and bouncing him with a lively energy. Her rapid movements and nurturing gestures bring a swift change to the atmosphere, as Y/N's cries gradually give way to curious babbling.

Niffty continues to coo and gently asks Y/N, "Feeling better now?"

Y/N sniffs a bit, and his stomach rumbles, signaling hunger. Niffty swiftly tosses him back into Angel Dust's arms, explaining, "I'll go make the bottle real quick." As she hurries off, Angel Dust looks to Y/N with a chuckle, "Word of advice, leave the cooking to her. Last time I tried, I learned that she bites. Not in the kinky way."

Angel Dust settles into a chair in the lobby, holding Y/N with care. The festive decorations cast a warm glow on the scene as they wait for Niffty to return with the bottle.

"You know, if my sister ever met you, I'd probably have to be holding you back so she doesn't smoother you with that rack of hers." Angel Dust said as he showed Y/N a picture of his sister.

"She's a very sweet girl." Angel Dust told Y/N as he held him.

Angel Dust chuckles as Y/N grabs a handful of his hair, finding amusement in the infant's curiosity. "Easy there, little buddy. Hair pulling isn't the new trend," he teases, gently trying to free his hair from Y/N's tiny grip.

"Plus, if Valentino finds you ripping out my hair, he'd box you up, and mail you to the Envy ring, and we'd have a terrible time trying to find you." Angel Dust teased.

That's when the doors were knocked open. Cherri Bomb strolls into the lobby, DVDs in hand, and notices the unexpected scene. "Well, well, what's going on here?" she grins, taking in Angel Dust with Y/N and the playful interaction

Angel Dust grins and says, "Well, turns out I'm on babysitting duty for a bit. Niffty's making a bottle for this little rascal," he nods toward Y/N, who's still holding on to his hair with a curious grip. "Guess we're multitasking tonight – baby duty and movie night. What can I say?" He chuckles.

Cherri Bomb glances at baby Y/N, her tough exterior softening for a moment. "Well, ain't you a little cherub," she remarks, offering a playful smirk.

Soon, Cherri's boyfriend walked in.

Max, the son of Satan, is a timid and nervous individual. Despite his demonic lineage, Max stands out for his shy and reserved nature, creating a sharp contrast to the fiery expectations associated with his heritage. He often struggles with self-confidence but finds solace and strength in the companionship of Angel Dust and Cherri.

Max enters the lobby, looking a bit shy and nervous. Cherri Bomb notices him and waves him over, saying, "Hey, babe!"

Max nervously walks over, glancing around at the eclectic scene in the Hazbin Hotel's lobby. Cherri Bomb gives him an encouraging smile while Angel Dust, still holding Y/N, adds, "Hey, Max. Surprise babysitting gig tonight. Say hi to our little buddy here." Angel Dust said as he waved Y/N's small arm.

Max smiled and waved nervously.

Cherri Bomb walked to the TV with a DVD. And bent down to give Max a great view of her butt. Angel Dust immediately covered Y/N's eyes.

"Your gonna be seeing a lot more of that when your older." Angel Dust said. "So what are we watching?" Angel Dust asked.

"I don't know. Something random I picked. Stars some of your coworkers. Dia, Summer, and a guy called Hell Knight. It's called "Crystal Palace."" Cherri said.

"Crystal Palace. Why do I remember that name?" Angel Dust mumbled, and his face fell.

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Before he knew it, the movie started. And the adult content began. Angel Dust immediately covered Y/N's eyes and got the remote.

"Wait! That's fast forward!" Max said as Angel Dust clicked fast forward by accident. That's when Niffty, Husk, and Alastor walked in.

"Bottles ready! Oh, what are they doing?" Niffty asked as she watched the TV.

"I know what their doing, but I've never seen anyone do it that fast." Husk said.

Angel Dust then tried clicking off, but accidentally hit rewind.

"Oh! I did that once!" Niffty said watching the screen. Everyone just looked at her. "What?" Angel Dust said.

Y/N's cries intensify, signaling his impatience for the awaited bottle. Angel Dust, now juggling the crying infant, grins nervously, "Looks like someone's not a fan of waiting. Niffty, where's that bottle when you need it?"

Niffty immediately pulled out the bottle, efficiently handing it over to Angel Dust. "Here you go, speedy delivery!" she exclaims with a cheerful smile. Angel Dust, relieved, begins to feed Y/N, calming the hungry infant.

"Aww!" Everyone, except Husk, said.

Cherri Bomb pops in the DVD labeled "The Cruel One," a Grinch horror parody, and grins mischievously. As the movie starts playing on the screen in the Hazbin Hotel's lobby.

Angel Dust, still feeding Y/N, glances at the movie screen and asks, "So, what's the deal with 'The Cruel One'? Is it like a Grinch gone wild or something?" He raises an eyebrow, curious about the choice of film.

Alastor, Niffty, and Husk sat down to watch. Cherri Bomb smirks and replies, "Oh, you have no idea. It's a twisted Grinch parody with a horror twist. Holiday cheer meets eerie fear, my kind of entertainment. Get ready for a wild ride."

Angel Dust, feeling the strain in his arms from holding Y/N, grins and glances around. "Alright, who's up for a round of baby duty? My arms are starting to feel the burn," he chuckles, offering the opportunity for someone else.

Alastor, with a subtle smile, steps forward to take over baby duty. Niffty, momentarily disappointed, growled in frustration.

Alastor cradles Y/N with an unexpected grace. Y/N soon finished his bottle.

The movie begins with a seemingly normal scene of choir teens or tweens (it was really hard to tell) singing with holiday cheer. However, the atmosphere quickly shifts when the Cruel One makes his entrance, unleashing a series of ridiculously awesome and darkly comedic takedowns on the unsuspecting carolers. With a twisted grin, he employs a mix of holiday-themed weaponry and demonic mischief. From snowman-shaped traps to candy cane crossbows, each takedown is a blend of macabre humor and creative horror.

"Oh my! That gentleman certainly knows how to get the job done." Alastor said still holding Y/N.

Husk, lounging nearby, takes a sip of his drink, muttering, "Well, this is one way to spice up the holiday tunes."

Niffty, always animated, giggles and claps her hands, finding the over-the-top takedowns amusing. "Oh!"

Angel Dust laughs, "Now, this is my kind of Christmas entertainment! Talk about a killer performance!"

Cherri Bomb, playfully teasing Max, smirks, "Hey, Maxie, think you can handle the horror? It's just a little Grinch on a rampage, after all." She smiled, giving him a great view of her cleavage. Max blushed nervously and nodded.

Charlie and Vaggie return to the Hazbin Hotel's lobby, and as soon as Y/N spots them, his little face lights up. With an excited gurgle, he reaches out to his moms, tiny arms outstretched.

Charlie smiles warmly, scooping Y/N into her arms as he reaches for her. Y/N, content and happy, nestles against his mom.