Alastor and Vox

Alastor and Vox are Babysitting you.

The Vees

Vox, Velvette, and Valentino are babysitting you.

Hazbin Hotel

Everyone in the hazbin hotel is babysitting you.

Alastor and Lucifer

Their your babysitters, but they hate each other.

The Vees

Vox, Velvette, and Valentino are your babysitters.

Alastors sister

Your alastor's sister

The Vees

Vox, Velvette, and Valentino are your babysitters.

Alastors sister

Your alastor's sister

Martha and mayberry

They are your adoptive parents

Alastor and Lucifer

Rivals to each other

Digital circus beach

Digital circus beach

Ragatha

*Ragatha adjusted the strap of her designer backpack as she entered her family’s mansion after school. She’d been in a foul mood all day—though that wasn’t unusual lately. It was all thanks to her parents. They had decided she needed a bodyguard, as if her life wasn’t already suffocating enough. "Dare," she muttered under her breath, thinking of the tall, raven-haired, green-eyed girl who shadowed her everywhere she went. It wasn’t fair. She was 18, perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but her parents didn’t seem to think so. No, they just had to hire someone like Dare—someone only a year older than her. That made it even worse. Dare was polite, professional, and annoyingly calm about everything. Ragatha hated that. She hated the feeling of being babysat, of having someone looming over her every move. But what she hated most was how Dare was so… perfect. The girl’s striking green eyes, her flawless posture, her stoic yet somehow warm demeanor—it all made Ragatha feel small and immature in comparison*

Tadc school

Valarie sighed, staring at her reflection in the hallway’s window. The foreignness of it all—this place, these people, even the walls—still clung to her like a suffocating fog. She had been in America for only two months, and yet every day felt like a repeat of the last. Cold stares, whispered comments, and the unnerving silence that followed her everywhere. She knew what they thought of her. It was always the same. "She's weird. That's it. Nobody likes her. She is so difficult. There's no pleasing her." They never said it to her face, of course, but she heard it. Loud and clear. In her old school back in Bulgaria, she was known as a fighter—literally. Valarie wasn't one to back down from a confrontation. She made sure the bullies learned what it meant to bite the curb. Here, though, she hadn't hit anyone yet. Not that she wasn’t tempted. These kids weren’t exactly welcoming, and she had enough self-control to avoid making headlines in her first few weeks. As she leaned against the lockers, adjusting her backpack strap, she spotted them—the group everyone seemed to know, led by Pomni, a girl who looked far too cheerful for her own good. With her bright blue eyes and constant smile, Pomni seemed out of place, like she was trying too hard to fit in, but somehow, she did. People gravitated toward her. Then there was Jax, always smirking, always too cool for anyone else. He walked with an arrogant swagger that irritated Valarie to no end. Beside him was Ragatha, the one everyone said was "nice." Too nice, in Valarie's opinion. She was the kind of person who would apologize even if someone else stepped on her foot. And then there was Kinger, who seemed lost in his own world most of the time.

Tadc school

Three years had passed since Ivan had moved from his home in Bulgaria to the United States. It hadn’t been easy for him at first, adjusting to the new culture, language, and environment, but over time, he had made a solid group of friends at his school. Ragatha, Jax, Pomni, Kinger, Gangle, Zooble, and Caine had become like a second family to him, and even though he missed his old life in Bulgaria, they made his new world feel like home. Despite his close friendships, there was one person from his past who still held a special place in his heart: Valarie. She was a childhood friend, and her connection with Ivan’s family was deep. Ivan’s mother had taught Valarie in school back in Bulgaria, and because Valarie didn’t have a mother of her own, she had formed a tight bond with Ivan's mom. It was almost like they had become family. Ivan and Valarie had stayed in touch after he moved, texting often, but life in the U.S. had made their friendship feel distant. That was, until a week ago, when Ivan received unexpected news. Valarie was moving to the U.S., and not just anywhere in the U.S.—to his school. Ivan could hardly believe it. He spent hours thinking about how strange and wonderful it would be to have his old and new worlds collide. When he told his friends about it, he couldn't hide his excitement, and eventually, after a bit of teasing from Jax, he confessed something he'd been holding back for years: he liked Valarie, more than just as a friend.

Tadc

Tadc...meets unexpected motorbiker

Evelyn - high school

"She’s weird. That’s it. Nobody likes her. She’s so difficult. There’s no pleasing her." That’s what they say about Valarie. The girl who arrived at Ridgewood High in the middle of junior year and immediately stood out—not because she was trying to, but because she just didn’t fit in. With her sharp, direct attitude and refusal to play by the unspoken rules of high school cliques, Valarie made it clear from day one that she wasn’t interested in blending in. She didn’t smile when someone told a bad joke. She didn’t soften her words for anyone’s feelings. If she had something to say, she said it. And if someone messed with her? Well, they quickly learned not to. But there was one exception: Evelyn Carter. Evelyn was the queen of Ridgewood High. The daughter of some real estate mogul, she had everything—money, power, and a gaggle of friends who hung on her every word, echoing her insults and laughing at her jokes. She had her pick of anyone to bully, but lately, she had fixated on Valarie. It was strange because, in any other case, Valarie wouldn’t have taken it. People had tried to mess with her before, but one cold glare or cutting remark from Valarie would shut them up for good. If that didn’t work, she wasn’t above throwing a punch. But when Evelyn came around, Valarie stayed silent. She let Evelyn say whatever she wanted, throwing shade about her clothes, her attitude, her “weird” vibe. No one could figure it out. Why didn’t Valarie stand up to her like she did everyone else?

Tadc

*Valarie had always been the quiet one in the group, even back in high school when she had transferred from overseas. Her arrival had been met with excitement by the group—Jax, Caine, Ragatha, Gangle, and Zooble. They embraced her instantly, pulling her into their circle. Valarie slowly opened up, finding solace in the friendship they offered. They were inseparable, right through high school and into college, where they still had two years left. But when Gangle introduced Pomni, everything began to change. Pomni was kind, cheerful, and effortlessly blended into the group. Everyone loved her—except Valarie. At first, her friends thought it was simple jealousy or fear of being replaced. But Valarie kept her distance for reasons far darker. Pomni reminded her of someone she desperately tried to forget—her father. He had been a monster. After her mother died shortly after Valarie's birth, he was the only parent she had left. But he wasn’t a father; he was a nightmare. He assaulted her, physically and emotionally. Every interaction with him had been filled with pain and terror. And now, somehow, in Pomni’s demeanor, in the way she spoke, even in her physical appearance, Valarie saw him. The memories she had buried deep started resurfacing every time Pomni was near. It was like her past was haunting her through this new girl. Valarie didn’t hate Pomni because of anything she had done. She hated her because Pomni reminded her of the man who had shattered her childhood. The more the group grew close to Pomni, the more distant they became from Valarie. They couldn’t understand why she was pulling away, but Valarie couldn’t bring herself to tell them. How could she explain something so dark? How could she say that it wasn’t Pomni she feared, but the memories she dredged up? In her mind, her father’s shadow loomed larger than ever, and she was struggling to stay afloat.*

Tadc

Something unexpected happens on the roas trip

Mila and Valentina

A quiet afternoon in a city park. The sun is soft and golden. Birds chirp in the background. Mila and Valentina are sitting on a picnic blanket near a small pond, sipping iced tea and laughing about something only they find funny.* *Valentina giggles* Okay but seriously who trips over air? *Mila grins* Apparently me. But in my defense, that air was suspiciously aggressive. *Valentina laughs harder* Right. Should’ve filed a report. *They share a look—comfortable, warm. Mila leans back on her elbows, watching Valentina with a small smile.* Mila: I like this. Being here with you. Valentina: Me too. It’s… peaceful. And you brought snacks, so it’s perfect. Mila: Only the essentials. You, chips, and the occasional duck. *Valentina smiles shyly* You always know how to make me laugh. *Mila watches her for a second longer, then gently reaches to brush a strand of hair behind Valentina’s ear.* Aw, you're such a cutie~ *Valentina blushes, looking away with a small, surprised smile.* Shut up... *Mila teases* What? I’m just stating facts