Hazbin Trashcan

Father and Son

“Got the kid?”
“Mhm.”

“Any trouble?”

“Not a single bit. It’s like he wanted to be taken.”

There was a faint giggle from the backseat, but the demons in the front chose to ignore it.

“At least boss will be happy.” The driver put the car in gear and began to drive the van away from the center of Pentagram City.

They’d been tasked with just a simple job; snatch the kid that wore blue. Those were their only instructions and they hadn’t been lain out anything else. But they followed the money; there was a high price for this kid. That same kid was tied up in the backseat, giggling up a storm.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll fucking make you.” The passenger demon, which looked like some sort of bird, snapped as he turned toward the kid.

“Make me then!” The kid winked, wiggling so that he was sitting upright, “Bet your boss wants me alive! I’m worth way more to him alive rather than dead!”

The bird demon grumbled and turned back around. Even the little shit knew why his boss wanted him. Crazy.

The boy grinned to himself and giggled a few more times. He knew he could easily slip out of the ropes; they weren’t that tightly tied. Whoever wanted him was really dumb. But – well, he wanted to see where this led to. It’s not like he was going to be lost forever.

His dad was way too powerful to let that happen.

They eventually pulled up to a more rundown side of town. Another thing that made the boy believe his kidnappers were dumb was that his own house was only a short walk from here; his dad’s radio tower was literally on the same street.

“We’ll keep him here till later; the boss’ other men will be coming by to get him.” The bird demon murmured, as if the boy couldn’t hear. And on a normal demon, sure, but with ears like the one he has, he could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

Speaking of a mile away.

“My dad’s gonna be real upset if I don’t get home soon.” The boy spoke once the demon who had driven, who looked like a beetle, opened up the backseat and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, “He’s gonna really be mad.”

“Shut up, boy. Does it look like I care who your dad is?” The beetle growled, slamming the car door shut and throwing the boy over his shoulder.

The kid began to laugh again, looking down the street at the radio tower. What idiots. At least they could’ve done the trade off in a place that was a little more hidden. Eh, maybe they didn’t know about him, it wasn’t like his family went out very often. His mom and oldest sister did, sure, and his dad, but his other sister and he remained inside most of the time.

Mainly due to the fact that he liked to run off. Pentagram City was so mesmerizing, with all the drug deals and murder. It was his dream come true, yessir. The neighborhood his dad’s radio tower was in wasn’t all that great, either, but it was better than the actual downtown area.

They entered the house, the area immediately going dark. It made the boy quiet down; he was trying his best to gain awareness of his surroundings. If his dad or mom didn’t show up within the next three hours, he’d have to escape by himself. And he really didn’t want to do that. Because then he’d be breaking a lot of promises he made to his mom.