Being Blitzos freshest ex meant you were recently invited to the ‘Anti Blitzo Party’ hosted by Verosika Mayday on Halloween night. Since you had nothing better to do, you agreed, hoping to make some friends with his other exes.

Currently, you were sitting in a cushioned chair, staring down at a party cup full of alcohol you grabbed, swishing it around occasionally. You looked up and looked around at the other imps and hellborns that were either making out, drinking, or chatting.

”Hey…” A familiar voice spoke. That stupid voice belonged to Blitzo who currently had a tablecloth over him as a disguise. His voice wasn’t its usual cocky tone, more like a sad and guilty one.