Yes, yes; I know. This chapter is somewhat pointless since Beezy really shouldn't have a main role in this pilot story—seeing as his character didn't really exist at the time—but the idea for this scene just kind of popped into my head, and it was a perfect way to get Lucy's motivation for getting rid of Jimmy to skyrocket.

Chapter 11

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner

"Man Beezy, today was great." Jimmy grinned ear to ear. "I still can't believe you ate off all the food in that place."

"*Moan* Don't remind me." The large red devil monster was dragging himself as Jimmy walked beside him. "Ugh, we've been walking all daaayyyyyy, and now I'm starving again."

"Don't worry buddy, we're almost home now."

Jimmy could barely make out Misery Street up ahead of them. It was incredibly dark, with only a sliver of moonlight breaking through the thick clouds above them.

"So what do you want to do when we get back?" Jimmy asked excitedly. He wasn't tired in the least. All the excitement from the day left him feeling hyper enough to stay up all night.

"Eat. Sleep." Beezy moaned as he struggled to keep moving.

"And just think of all the stuff we're gonna do tomorrow. We can hike up the mountains in the morning, and then swim at the beach all afternoon."

"I guess…" Beezy muttered softly. The monster's body was aching from hunger and exhaustion. The amount of walking he had done that day was enough exercise to last him his entire life.

Finally, they made it back to their block. Beezy had never been so happy to see his house. "C'mon, I don't know how much longer I can last without food." The fat red devil monster was halfway to his house's door when he stopped. "Uh oh."

"What's the matter Beez?" Jimmy asked as he saw a frown form on Beezy's face.

"I forgot; I have to go over to my dad's house for dinner tonight." The large red devil's frown deepened.

"Oh, well I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

Jimmy turned around, about to start walking toward his own house, when he felt a claw on his shoulder.

"Wait! Uh, since were frands now, do you wanna come over with me?"

Jimmy's face lit up. "Sure! I can't wait to see your dad again. He'll be so surprised to see me!"

"*Sigh* Well let's get this over with." Beezy began walking back toward the street, with Jimmy following him from behind.

"So where does your dad live?" Jimmy asked, expecting a long walk across Miseryville.

"Right over here." Beezy pointed to the huge, elegant mansion only a few yards away from his garage house.

"Whoa, that close? I had no idea."

Beezy started moving toward the side of the mansion. "*Sigh* In here." He opened a door fixed on the left side of the house.

"Thanks Beez."

Jimmy skipped inside, with Beezy dragging his feet and tail behind him.

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"Uh your Heinous? Your dinner's ready."

The short green troll handed a towel to his naked boss, who was just stepping out of the bath.

"It's about time. I'm starving." Lucifer grabbed the towel and dried himself off as he made his way toward his bedroom.

"Oh and don't forget, Beelzebub's coming tonight too."

"Who is that?" Lucifer asked coldly as he was pulling his clothes over his body, paying little attention to his worthless assistant.

"Uh, he's your son."

"…My son?"

"*Sigh* I mean your disappointment." Samy responded as he rolled his eyes.

"Ohhhhh, him. Well what's he doing here? Didn't I give him the garage to live in so he wouldn't bother me anymore?"

Lucifer started walking towards his dining room, a little faster now that he knew his disappointment was coming. The last time Beelzebub came, all the food was gone before he had even managed to get there.

"He comes every month chief. Remember what that child services agent said? If you don't spend at least a couple hours a month with him, they'll make the two of you live together again."

The short, red devil cringed. "Ick, anything but that." One dinner a month with his son was worth spending the other twenty-nine in peace. "Fine, let's just get this over with."

He pushed open the door to his dining room, taking in the smells of the food that were already on the long, narrow dining table. "Mmmmm yum."

"Oh, hey dad."

Lucifer turned his head toward the end of the table and saw his disappointment already sitting with a mountain of food on his plate. "Hello Beelzebub. How nice to see you." As he stood there, lying through his teeth, he noticed a second plate piled with food next to his disappointment. "I see you've already gotten a head start on seconds."

"What?" Beezy turned and looked at the second plate. "No dad, that's Jimmy's plate."

Lucifer was already seated, piling roasted larvae, boiled eyeballs, and severed tentacles onto his plate. "Who's Jimmy?"

"Jimmy's my frand dad. I met him yesterday. He just went to the bathroom for a second."

Lucifer didn't even look up from his plate. "That's friend you big idiot. And the day you have an actual friend is the day Miseryville freezes over."

Beezy's head lowered. This is why he hated being with his dad. "He is too my friend…" He whispered to himself.

Just then, the door to the dining room swung open. "Man Beezy, this place is huge. Mmmm the food smells great!"

Lucifer's chewing mouth grinded to a halt. His hand full of food froze in front of him, and his ears shot up like rockets. "That voice… it sounds so familiar."

He looked over and saw his worst nightmare walking straight towards him. It was that stupid, blond, annoyingly-optimistic teenaged brat who had almost pushed him over the edge the day before. The horrified red devil nearly choked on the food crammed in his mouth as Jimmy took a seat next to Beezy.

"Hey there Lucerino! I bet you weren't expecting to see me."

Lucifer forced his food down his throat and tried to hide the horror in his voice. "Why Jimmy, what a pleasant surprise." The short, red devil gritted his teeth, and watched the smiling teen chow down on his food. He put on a fake smile, suppressing the overwhelming urge to scream in rage that was building inside his lungs. "Sooooooo Jimmy, how exactly did you and Beelzebub meet?"

"I met Beezy while I was walking home yesterday." Jimmy smiled as he continued eating. "Did you know that we're next door neighbors?"

The red devil's stomach dropped. "N-n-nei-nex-neighbors? Next door?" He barely managed to squeeze out in horrified shock.

"Yeah, " Jimmy took a bite out of some barbecue-sauce covered Gruggly ribs, while Beezy continued shoveling food into his own bottomless stomach, "I moved into 26 Misery Street. Isn't that great? Now we can visit each other all the time. All the time. All the time. ALL the time. All th-"

"Stop that!" The red devil snapped.

"Whoops, sorry." Jimmy said, not realizing that he was echoing out loud. "Anyway, Beezy and me spent the whole day together. He took me all over Miseryville."

"Well that's just lovely. Hey uh Beelzebub-" Lucifer turned toward his son, who was already stuffing his face with a third helping, "-could I talk to you for a moment. Outside."

"Sure dad." Beezy got up and grabbed a baked Miserybird drumstick as he and his dad walked out of the dining room.

"Try not to have too much fun without me." Jimmy laughed as he continued eating.

Lucifer and Beezy continued walking, until the short red devil was sure they were out of Jimmy's earshot. He then looked his fat, lazy, teenaged disappointment right in the eyes and made sure his scowl as at full length. "Tell me son; do you enjoy making me angry?"

Beezy was finishing his drumstick, not noticing the anger on his father's face. "No, why?"

"Well it's just that every single thing you do always seems to fill me with rage. So I figured you must be doing it on purpose."

Beezy paused and then frowned. Not this whole thing again. "Aw c'mon dad; what did I do now? I've just been sitting and eating."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. "That friend of yours, that Goody Two-Shoes, is a bad influence Beelzebub. I want you to stay away from him."

"But why dad?"

"Because he's so nice; so happy! It's disgusting! You're already fat, lazy, and stupid; I don't want you being a goody-goody too."

Beezy lowered his head and tried to hide the tears forming in his eyes.

"I mean honestly," Lucifer vented at his son, "you don't even like to create misery like me or your grandpa. I swear Beelzebub, you are the biggest disappointment of my life! And now this; hanging out with that goody two-shoes. It's like you're going through a list of ways to make me hate you even more-"

"Alright I get it!" Beezy shouted, wiping his tears from his face. "You want me to stop hanging out with Jimmy right?"

"Exactly. Trust me, it'll be much better for everyone if you never see or hear from Two-Shoes again."

Lucifer started walking back toward the dining room, eager to kick that smiling brat out of his house when he heard Beezy's voice speak up again.

"The answer is no."

The short, red devil stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. His fat, blubbering cry-baby of a son was still standing there, only now Beezy's head was held up higher, with a look of defiance.

"What did you just say to me?" Lucifer whispered coldly, still shocked at hearing the long forbidden N-word.

"I said the answer is no dad. I'm gonna hang out with Jimmy whether you like it or not. It's my life, and I wanna decide things for myself. And if I wanna hang out with Jimmy, then I'm going to."

The large red devil walked right past his stunned father and dried his remaining tears. He got half-way to the dining room before the inevitable happened.

"BEELZEBUB JOJO HEINOUS! GET BACK OVER HERE AT ONCE!"

Beezy stopped and shivered. His dad only said Beezy's full name when he was really upset. He turned to see his father fuming with dark smoke coming out of his mouth. Beezy wanted to keep walking, but he was too scared of what his father would do to him if he did. The large red devil slowly began backing up until he was just within his father's reach.

Lucifer motioned for Beezy to bend down towards him. The frightened teenager bent, only to have his nose grabbed tightly and pulled down toward his father's height. Lucifer stared right into Beezy's eyes with his own soulless black ones.

"Listen you miserable, pathetic excuse for a Heinous, you might be your own man in your own little fantasy world but out here you will listen to and obey me! You live on my property, you eat my food, you came out of my stomach! So as long as you live and breathe, you will do as I say!" Lucifer shouted sternly.

"Oh yeah? Well I- wait what?"

"I said, since you live under my roof (technically) and eat my food, you will obey me!"

"Oh yeah? Well me and Jimmy are going to spend tomorrow together too, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." Beezy responded in defiance.

Lucifer released Beezy's nose and tightened his scowl. "Just watch me…" He whispered under his angry breath. "Now get out of my house!"

"Fine, I'm leaving!" Beezy stomped away, heading back toward the dining room where Jimmy was still waiting. He slammed open the door and saw Jimmy still eating happily from a plate full of spaghetti. "C'mon Jimmy, we're leaving!"

"Oh, ok. " Jimmy said, surprised that they were leaving so soon. "Is everything ok?"

"Everything's fine!" Beezy shouted, still upset at his dad who was walking back towards them.

"Why are we yelling!" Jimmy shouted, not knowing what was going on.

"Because my dad's a jerk!"

"Oh!"

Beezy grabbed Jimmy's arm and began stomping toward the mansion's exit. He opened the large, ornate doors in the huge house's foyer and then turned.

"Goodnight!" He yelled out angrily, not caring if his father heard him or not. He just felt so upset.

"Goodnight Lucy!" Jimmy yelled out, not sensing the anger in Beezy's voice.

SLAM! The large red devil monster slammed the large doors behind him and Jimmy as they left.

"Good riddance…" Lucifer muttered under his breath.

He sat down at the dining table and began to shovel food into his mouth out of anger. Stupid Beelzebub. Stupid Two-Shoes. They had ruined his nice dinner with their stupidity. And where was that worthless serial killer he hired anyway? She was supposed to take care of that Jimmy brat, so he wouldn't cause trouble for him anymore.

"I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind." He growled as he tore off a piece of raw slug-worm with his teeth.