Musical Oneshots

BMC - Satan Spawn

TW: None

Not my best one shot, but I wanted to update so yEah

3rd Person POV

"Guys, I'm so sorry, but I have to go. I have to go pick Evan up from therapy. Can you guys watch my little cousin? Please?" Jeremy begged his two friends, Michael and Christine.

"Phillip? Sure we'll watch him!" Christine exclaimed. Michael nodded.

"All right," Jeremy sighed, "Just be careful. He can be a little...tricky." He handed the toddler off to Christine before grabbing his keys and coat.

"Thank you guys so much! I'll be back as soon as possible!" The tall boy told them before walking outside. The second the door clicked shut, Phillip squirmed out of Christine's hands and dropped to the floor.

"What do we do?" Michael asked her as they stared at the toddler.

"I don't know!" She whispered.

Phillip grinned before racing down the hall. The two teens stood frozen for a moment before they heard a crash. Then they chased after him.

They found Phillip in the bathroom, sitting in the bathtub, surrounded by bottles of soap.

"Well, that's not too bad." Christine offered.

But then he climbed out of the tub and ran out of the room.

This time the pair walked down the hallway, peeking in each room. They found Phillip in Jeremy's room, going through his video games.

Well, more like throwing them around.

"No! I spent two hours organizing those!" Michael yelled. The little satan spawn giggled and ran out again.

"I hate him." He muttered.

"Michael, he's not so bad. He's just exploring." Christine explained.

There was a thud, and then the sound of Phillip crying.

The two paled, before running into the living room to find the toddler sobbing in the floor.

"Shit!" Michael croaked.

"MiChAeL! Language!" Christine shrieked, smacking his shoulder.

"What do we do?" He yelled while pointing at Phillip, still crying on the ground.

"I don't know! Do we like, hug him?" She questioned. Michael shrugged.

"Hey buddy. It's okay." She murmured as she hugged Phillip.

"Come over here." Christine hissed over the toddler's shoulder. Michael grimaced and hesitantly hugged Phillip. The smol boi's sobs finally died down. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes.

He wrapped his tiny arms around Michael's neck and leaned on his chest.

"What is he doing?" Michael whispered. Christine giggled, pulled out her phone, and took a picture. He sighed.

"Christine. I think he fell asleep." He mumbled.

"Pick him up and put him on the couch." She told Michael. He picked Phillip up, slowly walked over to the couch, and carefully lowered him onto the cushion. The two put a blanket over him and backed away.

"Thank Christ." Michael sighed. Suddenly, the door slammed open.

"We're back!" Jeremy yelled as he walked inside with Evan in tow.

"Jeremy, bro, I'm going to fucking kill you." Michael hissed.

"What? What did I do?" The twink asked.

Phillip started wailing.

"I'm done!" Christine exclaimed. "You can take care of this one Jeremy!"

"Shit." He mumbled before rushing over to comfort the child.

Two days.

Two fucking days until I see BMC

I'M SO EXCITED AHAHHAHWHWHSJSJ

Also, shout out to VermonicaxSoysauce, it's her birthday today!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO

YeeT

-Cronch