Reborn As Vox's son.

START OF TROUBLE

Weeks past and unfortunately both Vox and Velvet were much to busy to watch Error. Val was chasing Vox around, with Error in his arms. "Baby!!! I can't take Error to my studio!!!" Val said as Vox rushed around. "Well- I can't watch him...You'll just have to have...less work today and I can make up for it later." He said and Val groaned. "Vox...Do you remember what I do for a dead living???" He said and Vox rolled his eyes. "Look Val...I'm sorry but I nor Velvet can watch the little guy today. Just do this for me this once?" He asked and Val groaned. "Fine...but if he asks questions when he's older-" "he won't..." Vox said and then sighed. "Alright- you need to go now-" he said and Val groaned. "Vox-" "Val- Seriously-" Vox said before walking away. Val rubbing between his nose and he sighed. "Today...Is going to be complicated-" he said before heading out. Sitting in his car with Error strapped in a car seat. Val rubbing his head before petting Error on the head with one of his lower arms and holding some other things in the others. "Please don't kill me when you grow up-" Val sighed. He then got out of the car and put Error in his baby carrier on his chest. Error kicked around gently while smiling and Val groaned, rubbing his head. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." he said as he walked into his studio and had Error's eyes covered and got a lot of stares when he walked in and he walked through then growled low. Not liking the states but tried to stay calm. Val walked up to one of the other employees who couldn't take their eyes off Error out of shock. "Where's Angel." Val demanded and the employee slightly jumped and rubbed their head slightly. "U-Uh...h-he's not here yet..." They said and Val twitched before taking a breath. "Fine..." He dragged out with a sigh. He went into Angel's dressing room and waited, finally able to uncover Error's lil eyes. Error tilted his head confused and looked up at Val. "You'll thank me when your older..." He said with a sigh. After a few minutes of waiting Angel had rushed into his dressing to get ready, anxiously mumbling to himself and Val watched him. His eyes narrow in annoyance that Angel had noticed him. "Can't fuck this up and shit- gotta get ready for Val-" Angel said nervously then turned and noticed Val and he jumped. "Valentino!- I-I uh- I'm sorry I was late! Things were uh- well-" "Shshshshs- just- SH- I don't care-" Val said as he growled then stood up and that was when Angel noticed Error. "U-Uh-" he started and stared before Val unbuckled Error from the carrier and handed him to Angel. "You have an extra important job today. Watch him- keep him in your dressing room and sight-" Val said. "Make sure to use this," Val said, giving Angle a baby care bag and then started to rant about all the things Error needed and Angel just held Error in confusion. "And don't think cause you got the day off in here, don't mean you won't work extra tomorrow- You're just lucky that Vox and Vel were busy today. Ugh- this the worst day." He said then sighed. Angel unable to handle the amount of information but also questions filling his mind. Val shook his head and then looked at Angel. "Okay. I'm leaving now. If anything happens to Error it's coming out of your time, meaning extra hours-" Val snarled a bit but then looked at Error and smiled, booping his nose. "Stay out of trouble lil baby!~" he purred softly and comfortably. Error giggling and kicking his feet a bit. "Daddy!" He said and Val smiled. "That's my prince." He said, shooting Angel a small glare before walking out and Angel raised his hand before immediately placing it down when Val glared and left. "What...the fuck just happened?" Angel said and Error looked at him before giggling. "Fuck!" Error giggled again and Angel shook his head. "Ah!!! No!!! Don't say that!" He panicked a bit and Error tiled his head but wiggled a bit. "Otay." He said and Angel sighed before going over on his couch and holding Error carefully. "So uh..." Angel tried to make sense of this but it was just so weird.

Many long hours later, Val came back to get Error and hardly payed much attention to Angel. Only scolding him into giving him reports on Error, to then he would respond all cutesy and gentle with Error but still be his usual self but toned down to a thousand in front of Error. As soon as Val left, so did Angel. He was silent the whole way back to the hotel and still couldn't get over the day he had. Once he was there he sat down on the couch a bit dumbfounded. Husk looking over from the bar. "You alright over there?" He asked and then walked over bringing a glass for Angel and a bottle for himself. Angel taking it and blinking. "Valentino, brought a kid to the studio..." Angel said and Husk choked on his drink. "THE FUCK?!" "OH! Hell! Not like that!!!" Angel quickly said back. Husk coughing a bit and settling down. "Fucking hell..." He groaned and Angel looked away a bit embarrassed but then shook his head. "Anyways! He brought, like, an actual child to the studio and had me watch him in my dressing room. Like- where the fuck did he get a kid??? Where'd it come from? I mean- I know where they come from but- What poor bitch would have a kid with Val????" Angel said and Husk nodded while taking a drink. "Sounds fucking complicated." He said between drinks. Angel nodding. "That's what I'm saying!" He said. The two continuing to back and forth on it when Alastor happened to pass by. "You two are lively this evening! What could it be that's picking at your rather unique minds?" He asked. Husk looking away and taking another drink. "My boss, Val, brought a kid to the studio t'day...made me babysit! Outta all the things I'd imagine doing in the studio, let alone my dressing room, being a babysitter is not one of them!" He said and Alastor hummed with his usual sinister grin. "Really now?" He said, a small storm of an idea brewing in his mind. "Good talk." He said, going off rather quickly but 8j his own way. Angel and Husk watching before shrugging and going back to talking.

Alastor walked up and into his radio tower and sat. Sitting in a curious but also scheming silence.