So, I know I promised we'd get two more chapters of adult Loona before going back to more baby stuff, but I just couldn't resist with this one. I've had it planned out for a while and figured what the heck? Let's just do it right now.

Cover Art: FacelessChick


"What do you mean, you've gotta cancel?!" Blitzo asked, infuriated on the phone. "No, I can't wait until next Saturday; this is my job, not some weekend plans! Oh please, like anyone in Greed's going to offer paid days off. No you know what? Fine, I don't need you anyway. I already have a better babysitter in mind, who's way cheaper and not some last-minute canceling asshole like you! So fuck you, yah cockbite! And tell your brother he looks like a hipster!" The imp smashed his phone after ending the call, taking a moment to calm down, before quietly cursing to himself, upon realizing he had thoroughly severed bridges with his regular babysitter. "…fuck, why did I do that?"

Shit, there was no way, he was going to find a babysitter this late. His weekend work day was tomorrow, and with the kid's center down for repairs, there was no one available to look after Loona; the young toddler currently playing by his living room, briefly attempting to stand up on her legs, before tumbling down.

Blitzo tiredly rubbed his face, trying to figure out what to do. He wasn't going to be able to look after his young daughter AND do his shift at the same time; at least not in a manner that wouldn't most likely get him fired. The weekend was the busiest time at the Park and everyone was expected to go above and beyond for their customers, all so that Mammon could earn a few measly bucks. But without any available babysitters or at least ones that weren't just secret pedophiles or likely to do something with his hybrid daughter, Blitzo was out of options.

He racked his brain trying to think of someone, anyone, who he could trust with this…and then one person came to mind.

It was the best and seemingly only option he had. But…would it work? Would they even agree to it? It had been years since they last saw each other and honestly, Blitzo doubted they would even care to talk to him after all this time. Much less agree to this ridiculous scheme.

But, what other choices did he have? He had to think of his daughter and if all went well, this was probably the best option, amongst a flood of risky or dumb ideas.

So, biting down the bullet and collecting his things, Blitzo picked up his daughter and steeled himself up for the awkward reunion with someone he hadn't seen in years.


"Ms. Barbie Wire? It's your brother, he's here to visit you."

The female imp scoffed. "Very funny, Mira…" She turned in her bed and faced the wall blankly, mocking the idea. Her bastard of a twin hadn't bothered enough to check up on her in years. Not since, he had tried to apologize for abandoning her at the circus never to come back for her. Not for a small visit, no phone calls, not even a Satan damned letter! He just left her with the bastard that called himself her father, who made her into his money-making monkey, doing stuns and performances like an idiot all so he could milk her til she was dry, til she had run out of use.

At least Fizzy had visited her at times, making sure she was okay. Her deadbeat brother couldn't even manage that until it was too late. When her fame died, and all she had left was the bottle and drugs to keep her spirits. Until she nearly overdosed and had to be sent to rehab for 'rebuilding'. As if they actually gave two shits about her, and not simply using her to boost up attention for their center, by exploiting her. Now all she had left was a rundown room that was barely an apartment, covered with posters with bullshit messages like: Hang In There Sexy, and Winners Don't Not Quit Drugs!

She could still remember the day when the little coward finally wormed up the courage to see her again. Oh, how she had screamed at him for abandoning her, for forgetting about her, not once lifting a finger to help her out when she needed him most, after everything they had been through together. The smashed-up chair, the orderlies restraining her, one of them tasing him when he tried to reach out and the devastated look on his face when she demanded he never come to see her again. It had felt so damn good…at the time anyway. There was no way he was coming back after that.

"Yeah, trust me, sis, I wish it was a joke too."

…Well fuck her in the ass. She turned and there he was. Big brother Blitzo, standing there with an unsure smile, and a baby carrier of all things, clearly having no idea what to say or do.

Barbie took a good long look, making sure she wasn't seeing things…and then scowled murderously. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me! The fuck are you doing here Blitz?! And where the hell is security?"

"Heh, managed to get the drop on them for once. Shouldn't be waking until I'm gone," Blitzo couldn't help but be a little proud of himself for that. "And, what can't a guy visit his recovering twin sister, and hopefully reconnect after being gone so long? Hopefully without you tossing another chair at my face?"

Barbie answered with a bitter snort and a sneer. "Oh I'm sorry, was the fractured skull and black eye not a good enough answer for you? Or do I need to throw something bigger this time, for you to finally take a hint?"

Blitzo cringed at that, any good mood snapped by his twin's malicious gaze. "Look, Barb, I'm sorry I haven't called or written for so long. I've just been busy and scared-"

Barbie's sarcastic laughter cut him off right on the spot. "That's what you think I'm upset about?!" She asked with a sharp, mocking grin, before staring daggers at her brother. "Not hearing from your traitorous mouth, has been the only GOOD thing about living in this miserable shithole! But of course, you just can't help, but ruin another good thing for me, can you? This is exactly why, I have everyone here making sure you can't get in. All you've ever done is fuck things over for me since we were kids! And after everything, the least you could do now is to stay out of my life."

Her angry rant brought the already ashamed Blitzo even further down. So much so, he didn't even notice the stir inside his harness. "Barbie, please, I just wanna talk, maybe try and-"

"SAVE IT, BLITZ!" Barbie seethed at her brother, as she marched right up to him, her finger poking his carrier, causing its small passenger to stir. "I thought I made myself clear last time, but I guess I gotta tell you again. I don't want to see you again. Not now. Not EVER! And no bullshit apology or anything is ever. Going. To change-

Pop!

Whatever she was going to say next, died out as a tiny figure finally popped her head of the carrier. Barbie looked down at the fuzzy, scaly, dog thing that started yawning and looking over the place with an infantile curiosity.

"What, the fuck is that?"

"Uh…congratulations, you're an auntie!"

It took the female imp a long while to process the information, the gears turning in her head, lines connecting one by one until it finally registered for her. She exclaimed in stunned outrage: "You've got to be fucking kidding me! Someone actually had sex with you?! And it was a hellhound of all things?!"

"Hey, you watch your mouth around my little Loonie, okay? She's very sensitive!" Blitzo shouted back in a brief instant of parental protectiveness, covering his daughter's ears up at his sister's cursing, before chuckling embarrassed, and making introductions. "But, yeah, Barb meet my darling daughter Loona. Loonie, say hello to your aunt and my twin sister…Barbie Wire."

Barbie looked at the hybrid, still not fully buying that this was real. Loona looked back, confused for a moment…then giggled and cooed innocently and reached out for her aunt.

The imp watched her niece struggle for a bit, then sneered at the child, glaring back at Blitzo, as if the baby wasn't even there. "So what? You think that changes anything? Did you really try to use your own baby as an excuse to see me again?" A cruel snort echoed from her bitter throat. "Exploiting your children for your own selfish needs? You really are Dad."

"Hey, that's not-" Blitzo began, but then struggled to find the right words to counter Barb's bitter, yet painfully close-to-home jab. "I-I just thought you'd like to meet the newest member of our family and let Loona know she's got an auntie out there."

"The newest member huh?" Barbie repeated the words in mockery, as she loured at Blitzo with ire. "So what, you're just replacing Mom with some bastard from a one-night stand? Did she really mean THAT little to you?"

"Don't you fucking dare-" Blitzo nearly lost it at that, sending Barbie an equally furious scowl, before forcing himself to calm down, remembering why he was here. He didn't want to sour things with Barb any more than he already had. "That's not what I'm trying to do here; honest, I just wanted to see my sister again. And for her to get a chance to see her niece-"

"Yeah, well mission accomplished, I've met the little shit and you've seen me," Barbie said completely unimpressed with a roll of her eye, giving Loona a passing glance and her twin a mocking sneer. "There happy? Now fuck out of my sight already."

Barbie turned to leave, but her brother grabbed her shoulder, even as her body tensed at the sudden touch. "Barb, wait, wait, just one more thing before you go," Blitzo pleaded almost desperately, for a moment not because of Loona, but not to lose her again. Thankfully, while she was giving him the mother of all death glares, Barb seemed to be listening. So Blitzo continued…in the most lame and awkward way possible. "I uh…I don't suppose you'd mind watching Loona for a while. Like, say the rest of the day, while I'm out at work?"

Barbie stared at her twin's weak smile, slowly putting the pieces together, her frown turning positively disgusted in betrayal, as she let out a small bitter chuckle: "And here I thought, you actually wanted to see your sister again, rather find another way to use her. So that's what this is all REALLY about huh?" The female imp scowled down at her twin, as Blitzo started to fold like a weak house of cards. "Can't look after your own daughter, so you're pawning her off to someone else? Why in hell am I not surprised? When you need something, suddenly you remember other people than you exist! And when they start to piss you off you throw them all away! And here I had an inkling that maybe you had changed after all."

The now cringing Blitzo was unable to fight against her sister's allegations. He just sighed, looked down at Loona in her carrier, and sighed: "Look, this is a pretty last-minute decision and I'm pretty much out of options. Babysitter canceled, I can't bring her to work and if I call in sick, I know they're gonna fire my ass. Fuck knows my boss' already looking for an excuse. Please, Barbie, I know I fucked up but we need you right now."

She just glared back at her hopeful brother completely unimpressed. "I'm sorry, was that supposed to convince me to change my mind? Cause let me tell ya, it ain't working! All I'm hearing is all the great reasons NOT to do this."

Blitzo recoiled at that, as Barb started shoving him out of her apartment, despite his struggle to talk to her. "Barbie, please, you're literally the only person I trust with taking care of my Loona! I do wanna see you again, but-"

"Yeah? Well, too bad. That ship sailed and crashed into the iceberg years ago," Barb growled, refusing to even look at him anymore, as she finally managed to push him and his still ignorant daughter out of her room. "Good luck finding a sitter desperate enough to handle you Blitzo! Fuck knows you'll have your work cut out for you."

"Barb, wait!" Blitzo tried one last, thinking of one thing that could possibly get her to agree. With a torn yet desperate frown, he cried out: "L-look, if you do this for when then…then I'll do it. I'll leave you alone when I'm done."

Barb stopped; the door only centimeters away from closing, when he made her that promise. She opened up the door, just enough to glare at her twin skeptically. "Go on…"

Blitzo, while relieved that he had managed to get through to her, still frowned defeatedly as he continued: "I won't visit you, I won't try to reach out, I won't bother with texts or calls or letters, and you'll never hear from me again. Just…please, help me here."

Barbie went silent, as she thought over the offer. Fuck, it was tempting. She'd never have to see her brother again? And all she had to do was take care of his snot-nosed baby for a few hours. Seemed too good to be true; meaning it probably was, and he'd go stalking her when he felt lonely again. But on the slightest chance that he was serious…

There was only one way to make sure. With a glare, Barb demanded one more condition from her brother, as she pointed at him. "Swear it. Swear it on our mom's grave!"

She had poked him right at the choker around his neck, the one once belonging to his mother. Blitzo looked absolutely devastated by the request and for a moment there, he had almost considered refusing, when he heard Loona, one of the only two blood families that he had left. softly cooing at him in worry, seemingly noticing the tense atmosphere. Remembering his promise from almost a year back, Blitzo painfully sighed and nodded. "I swear on my mother's grave if you do this one thing for me…I'll leave you alone for as long as you want me to."

Barbie silently stared into his eyes, trying to find some kind of deceit. She knew that her brother would never go back on a promise made in his mother's name but then again…with how much time had changed, perhaps even that had been taken.

When she found nothing of the sort, Barb let out an annoyed exhale and nodded: "Fine then. You better be back on time, or I'm throwing her out the garbage."

Despite the serious promise made, Blitzo sighed in relief and couldn't be more thankful for his twin, as he handed her his little daughter. "Oh thank Satan, seriously Barbie, you have no idea what she means to me. Here, I'll pick her up by 6 PM at the latest."

Barbie rolled her eyes at that like her brother would pick now to stick to simple promises, as she took the little Loonie from him. "Yeah right, sure you will. Now will you-" She was cut off as he then dropped a heavy-looking carrier bag onto her feet and started rattling off instructions like he had 10 seconds to live.

"Alright, here's her stuff. I brought about 10 extra diapers just in case, some baby powder, and plenty of wipes. If she starts moving too much during the changing, give her the pacifier, which should keep her occupied. Baby food's in the back pocket and I brought four types. She usually eats every four hours or so, make sure you give her formula too and in case she gets picky the order is carrot, banana, blueberry, and bacon. Front pocket's got her favorite toys: her horses, a jingly ball, a fetch ball, a rattle, some blocks, and her little bunny. Loonie's very active at this age so you're gonna wanna give her a big playtime so she'll be more ready for naptime. Speaking of which, she'll only sleep with her bunny and favorite blankie, which is in the left pocket, so just have those on standby and try to be quiet if she starts looking tired. In fact, try to keep the loud noises to a minimum, she's gonna get restless if there's too much." Blitzo finally took a long, tired breath at the end of that, Barbie looking at him in a mix of confusion and shock at the detailed instructions her brother had put into all of this, while little Loonie just hung from her hands and giggled obliviously at her daddy. "Other than that, just try to keep an eye on here, make sure she's not anywhere dangerous and-FUCK I'M LATE!"

He gave his daughter a quick peck on the forehead, and a small hug to the still-shocked Barbie, then bolted out of the building before she could curse at him one last time. "Thanks, Barb! See you soon Loonie. Have fun with your auntie now!"

Barbie watched as her twin brother disappear from her life almost as bluntly as he had reentered it. Once he was out of her sight, she looked at the little Loona, now held in her outstretched arms, while the tiny imp-pup babbled and reached out to grab her. The imp narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "Alright brat, let's just get through yeah? And at least try to be a good niece for your auntie and keep yourself clean, got it?"

Little Loona giggled a bit, then started cringing and squirting her legs up. Barbie, immediately realizing what was about to happen, drew her hands back immediately with a disgusted shriek, dropping the poor baby before grabbing her by the tail midair. With an irritated grumble, she walked into the bathroom, already regretting this ridiculous decision.


So far, the only good thing to happen today, was she had been able to get a break from her activities. The nurses agreed that it would be beneficial to her health if she finally spent more with her family and connected with others for a change. Gullible shits.

"Gaah, what the fuck do you want?" Barbie exclaimed at Loona, as the annoying little brat continued tugging at her tail, while she was trying to read her magazines. "I turned the damn TV on for you, didn't I? What you don't like the channel or some shit? I swear you're just as spoiled as my brother."

Grumbling she grabbed the remote and changed the channel again, hoping this time it would appease the hybrid hellion. She had already tried the baby channel, then the cooking one, the animal one, the action movies, and now finally horror. Babies were supposed to be stupid right? Just plop them in front of a picture box, and they'd watch it til they fell asleep; that was the unspoken rule of parenting. Boom, easiest babysitting gig ever.

But this pesky annoying fucker, wouldn't stop bothering her even for a second, as if the TV wasn't even in the room. She didn't even have time to return to the magazine before the little shit started tugging and playing with her tail again, as if it was a little doggy toy, grinding the imp's gear like salt. With a pissed-off groan, Barbie glared down at the imp-pup. "Fucking damn it! What in Hell will it take for you to leave me alone in peace?"

Little Loona cooed excitedly at the newfound attention, her impish tail wagging like a puppy, and crawled over to one of her father's horse dolls, picked it up, and reached it out towards Barbie, as if wanting to give it to her auntie as a present.

"Oh, so you wanna play with me, is that it?" Barbie asked, all innocently and sweetly, looking at the horsie Loona was handing her, the pup babbling excitedly at the attention. Barb roughly knocked the horse out of the baby's hands with a dismissive grunt. "Tough! Just cause I'm babysitting you doesn't mean, I have to spoil you, yah rotten brat. Now leave your auntie alone already, got it?"

She returned to her magazine hoping she had managed to get rid of the pest problem. She had not, as Loona just went back to playing with her tail, much more vigorously than before, as if her dismissal had only riled up her determination. Barbie did her best to ignore it, hoping the brat would eventually stop, til the Loonie suddenly went from tugging to biting.

CHOMP!

"ARGH! MotherFUCKER!" Barbie tried to yank her tail out of the pup's grip, only for her to dig her paws and hooves in and pull back. Barbie was now in massive pain and absolutely fuming; the brat was using her tail in a game of fucking tug-of-war! A Satan damned painful game of tug-of-war at that. Whenever she tried ripping her tail out of her teeth, Loona would pull back sending waves of pain to the stressed-out imp. After 2 minutes, the little lizard dog finally let go with Barb clutching her tail in pain. The hellion just let out a small innocent laugh.

The imp lost what little patience she had had, as she turned blood red in fury. Growling she glared down at her niece with murder in her eyes. "That FUCKING does it! I don't care if you're my niece or not, I'M GONNA-" Barbie stopped herself when a pair of nurses walked past her room, stopping to inspect her and Loona right as she was about to kill an infant. Almost immediately she switched gears, forced a loving smile, and gave the little one a big ol' hug. "I'm gonna hug you, and kiss you, and love you, 'cause you're my favorite niece in the whole wide world."

The nurses smiled and nodded to each other, impressed by her supposed love as Barb showered little Loona with kisses until they left her alone. At which point, Barbie frowned and dropped the tiny infant back on the floor. "Annoying little shit," she grumbled as she looked down at the imp-hound, wrapping her tail around her waist, far away from the Loona's mouth, who was still hopeful that she'd play with her this time. Barb just sneered back annoyed.

"For the love of Satan, I already told you, I ain't playing with you yah brat! Just go play by yourself, you've got plenty of stuff as is." She motioned to all the many toys, balls, and equipment Blitzo had left her, now scattered around the floor with no care or reason; but it seemed Loona just didn't want to play unless it was with her new aunt. Frustrated, Barbie grabbed the nearest toy she could find, Loona's bunny, and tossed it across the room. "Here, go fetch and play with this, doggo!"

She had figured Loona, being part dog and all, would simply chase right after it and divide her attention, maybe even bring it back, like a regular game of fetch. Instead, the little tyke watched her favorite bunny tossed away from her; then her lips started quivering, her ears dropped and she began whining which was slowly beginning to morph into a loud cry. Barbie watched this all unfold, and started panicking. "Oh fuck, no! Nononono! Don't cry! Don't you fucking dare!"

"WwwwwwWWWWAAAAA-"

Loona's tears were halted before they could get worse, as a terrified Barbie had run to get the doll back and practically showed it into her mouth before the waterworks had begun. Barbie looked at her niece, dreading that she might start crying again, but Loona just spat out her doll, giggled, and then tried AGIAN to play with her aunt. Sending Barb into a LONG fit of pissed-off groaning and cursing as she had finally given up.

"Fine, you wanna play? If it keeps those chompers off my tail or stops the damn waterworks, here! Get the ball!"

Barbie grabbed the nearest toy, the jingly ball beside the imp-pup, and tossed it across the room, almost clean through the wall cracking the pain, causing a large crack. And thankfully, the little runt started chasing after it, finally leaving her alone. Barb smirked in satisfaction, as she returned to her magazine. Now she could relax while tossing a ball a few times, til the runt tired herself out. Then she'd be-

RRRRIP! SMACK!

"GAH! Mother fucker, what the-?" Barbie exclaimed as the ball tore through the magazine and hit her square in the forehead, taking her completely by surprise. Once she recovered, she robbed the spot where she had been hit, picked up the ball, and heard a delighted giggle on the other end of the room. Little Loona, sat there excitedly, as if expecting her to toss it again.

"You sneaky little-" Barbie seethed in growing anger. Since when could toddlers throw like that? Was that a hybrid thing or a hellhound thing? Either way, it was pissing her off. "Oh, you want the ball? You want the ball? You want the fucking ball huh?" She asked in mock kindness, before throwing it back at Loona, even harder than before.

And with no effort, Loona caught it right between her teeth; didn't even seem phased by how rough it had been thrown. Honestly, Barb was a little impressed; She didn't expect a toddler to be so strong for her age. It had left her so stunned, she barely had time to think, as the infant tossed the ball right back at her.

"Shit!" Barb reared out of the ball's path, catching it with her left hand, and tossed it up in the air, her old circus reflexes coming back suddenly, as she effortlessly caught it with her right, like a juggler. The sudden stunt caused little Loona to giggle and tumble in amusement. Barbie just rolled her eyes and tossed the ball back to the baby, who once more caught it and threw it right back. Barb, almost instinctively caught it with her tail, the appendage curling it into a ball, before tossing it upwards catching in with her one hand and then with her other, causing another fit of laughter from the brat. Just like how she used to, whenever she was practicing for her big act. Upon realizing this, Barbie cursed herself for accidentally slipping into habits, throwing it back to Loona with little to no enthusiasm.

This time, however, Loona didn't toss it at herself, but rather up in the air. Whereupon she tried to catch it with her hands or even her tail. Each time missing her catch by a good mile, even as she kept on trying Barbie watched her go at it, trying to figure out what was going on. Was the brat…trying to juggle? Seemed like it, and man was the brat doing a shit job of it. Downright insulting really.

"Oh knock it off will ya? Your little baby arms ain't strong enough for joggling yet. Besides, you're supposed to do it like this." She grabbed the ball midair, and effortlessly began joggling it between her hands, and occasionally her tail. Little Loona just watched her go in awe, laughing and clapping as it went on like it was some kind of magic trick. Her aunt snorted at how easily impressed she was, though with a faint, almost playful smirk: "Yeah, figures a brat like you would've liked basic shit like that. Let me show you something really impressive."

With a flick of her tail, Barbie grabbed the other ball on the floor, throwing it up in the air alongside the other. Without looking she easily caught both, much to Loona's surprise and delight. Her smirk grew wider as she effortlessly joggled the two balls, slowly adding more toys to her act: the blocks, the rattle, the horses, and even the little bunny doll. Soon Barb was joggling the entire set of toys with absolute mastership, even after years of no practice, while Loona watched on both in childlike wonder and awe, at the incredible feat her aunt was pulling off. Meanwhile, Barb was just thankful her niece wasn't trying to force her into more playtime.

Barbie kept up her routine for a good while, before finally catching all the items with her hands and tail, and finishing it off with a showman-like bow, as if she was back at the circus. Loona laughed in absolute joy, clapping her hands and cheering in her baby manner, as Barb smiled proudly at herself. Fuck…that had felt good. Years later and she still had it in her. She hadn't performed like that since she and Blitzo…

Her good mood soured almost immediately, as the memories returned. Of what happened to them that painful day. When he had stabbed her in the back after all she had done for him.

With a bitter sneer, she kicked most of the toys away from her, sat down on her couch with crossed arms, and a frustrated pout at how easily she had been suckered back into that world. All the while Loona kept on babbling and clapping, looking at her hopefully, as if asking for another round. That only made Barb feel worse. "Show's over kid." With a dispassionate grumble, she picked up the ball and tossed it toward Loona, the two playing catch til it was time to eat. Barbie made it a point to show no more tricks, despite how much it disappointed little Loona.


Barbie returned from Lunch in a pissed-off mood. It had been the usual platter of healthy shit they got every Tuesday, without one measly piece of dessert anywhere all week. And she knew those greedy nurses were hogging all of the brownies back at the cafeteria. Probably only gave them to the patients desperate enough, to exchange favors for them, the sick bastards. And of course, she had to feed her niece during it too, and her annoying rehab buddies wouldn't stop pestering her with questions, all of them naturally assuming she was her's and even trying to get the nurses to call the news, to report on the scandalous daughter of Barbie Wire.

So one messy, bloody food fight later, the imp returned to her room, plumping down onto the couch just wanting to relax, little Loona on her chest. Barbie stared at the ceiling for a good ten minutes before eventually dozing off into a nap, the hellpup having already tuckered in ahead of her.

Barb didn't know how long it had been when she had finally woken up by some weird weight on her forehead. She swatted her hands at it, thinking it was just a fly or something, only to be greeted by a series of soft giggles, her hand hitting fuzzy fur which then touched her head right dead-center. Right, where her old birthmark was.

Her eyes snapped open and she immediately growled at whoever was touching it, ready to tear them apart. Only to find little Loona staring back, awake and eyeing her forehead. The imp narrowed her eyes in annoyance, grabbing Loona by the armpits and pulling her as far away from the mark as possible unamused. "Ugh, you can't leave me alone for a second, can't you, yah brat? The least you could do is keep those fingers to yourself. My head is NOT a toy you-"

Loona let out a small string of babbling in response, her young paw stretching out towards Barbie's forehead, right towards her covered-up birthmark. At first, she had figured the damn toddler was just trying to touch it again, but then she noticed her niece had a mark right between her eyes; the same as her brother and her own. "So, you have it too huh?" Barbie quietly asked, her anger evaporated as she turned suddenly somber at the thought. She shouldn't be surprised but still, she hated seeing it again. And on another person. Especially one so young. "Guess, you haven't seen many imps with that there birthmark, besides my brother huh? Well, you can count yourself lucky for that. It ain't something you want."

Loona didn't respond, she just kept reaching out towards it, like a moth to a flame, completely ignorant of her aunt's tune. Barb shook her head, then out of the blue asked: "You wanna know how we got it?" The tiny imp-puppy didn't respond other than a soft yip, which Barbie took as a sign of approval.

Placing the small child on her lap, she stroked her head as she recounted the tale, with a melancholic sigh. "Folks have been wondering for years whether it's supposed to be some weird birthmark or just a tattoo. Truth is, it's both."

An almost nostalgic smile emerged as she thought back to innocent years long past, thinking back to when her mother and father had told her the same tale, one of the few decent childhood memories she had left. "See it all started way, way back, with my great-great-grandfather; Chuckle Buckzo. He was born a real sickly kid, nearly dying moments after leaving the womb and killing his mom during labor. Despite that, the big weird thing about him was the strange birthmark on his forehead; doctors never saw anything like it. Freaked them the hell out, along with his dickass family and every other dumbass in Hell. But despite this and his frail little body, your great-great-great-grandpappy was a good man. Kind, charitable, hardworking, who only ever wanted to entertain and make people laugh. But because of his health and the freaky birthmark, nobody wanted to humor him. Said he was destined to fail."

"When Chuck was old enough, he finally left his Wrath home of abusive, greedy, selfish assholes who thought he owed them everything cause they were family," venom dripped from Barbie's mouth at the mention of that word, "to try and finally pursue his comedy routine in Pride. But again, nobody wanted him cause Hell's filled with bigoted, classists fuckers. Never lost hope though; he kept on at it and on the way, made friends with other struggling and mocked wannabe performers, all of whom Hell had labeled as freakshows. Eventually, Chuckle got an idea. If everyone only saw them as freaks, why not embrace it? Create a whole show where people can watch them act and then be amazed when it turned out, they were actually genuinely talented!

"And thus was born, the extravagant and bedazzling, Buckzo Family Circus! The greatest gathering of the most bizarre, talented, and wondrous displays throughout the rings of Hell. Everyone even decided to get tattoos like Chuckles as a sign of unity, all of them declaring themselves family, despite their differences and not sharing blood. And it worked! Demons from across the Rings showed up to mock and instead, they clapped, laughed, and cheered at the displays of the various imps performing acts unlike any other, with old Chuckle the Ringleader and head clown being the star attraction. Everyone loved him. His jokes, his personality, his charm, how he could make everyone smile." For once Barbie's smile turned genuine, at the thought of the imp. How she and Blitzo had been inspired by tales of the circus' founder, which lead them to want to join in the family business so young, much to their father's greedy delight and despite their mother's now understandable protests. All they wanted was to make people laugh and smile, just as Great-Grand Papy Chuck used to; how fucking naive they were back then… "But despite all the fame and money, he never let it get to his head, or forget what was really important. Family."

Again, the word had a few drips of resentment to it, as bad memories start to emerge. Barbie's smile turned into a cold growl, something Loona quickly noticed the imp-pup letting out a small concerned coo, as her aunt continued. "Yeah, Blitzo loved the old guy. Said he wanted to be just like him back when he was a toddler. Unfortunately, Great-Great-Grandpapy's health was the death of him, as he passed away at the young age of 38. But not without leaving an heir, in the form of a son, Joker, with the same mark on his head as his old man. His wife did her best to keep the circus up and running until the son could come of age, but without Chukle, people started losing interest. Without his star power drawing them in, the circus started fading in popularity and fame. After 16 years of steady decline, it nearly crashed and burnt up completely, until Joker finally became Ringleader."

"Everyone was celebrating the rise of The Son of Chukle the Gutpucher! Demons were clamoring to see how the legacy would continue. Was quite a surprise when Joker's humor was a lot more…morbid than ol' Chuckle's. Think of a dark joke, and he had one ten times as bleak; including his infamous rendition of the aristocrats. That goose-voiced comic Gottfried would've washed his tongue with soap if he ever heard." Barb couldn't help but chuckle as she thought back to when she had first heard about it. Perhaps that was where her hack twin had gotten his humor from. "But, somehow it worked. Whether it be the absurd level of his jokes or his devilish charm, people liked Joker and soon the Circus became popular again. At first, Joker was real humble about it, but over time success got to his head. Started caring more about the money and less about the team. Eventually, he started to become a REAL asshole behind the stage."

Barbie's narration turned colder as she went on. "As his fame grew, He started doing whatever he could to further it along. It started small, with him taking more of the spotlight, saying that they were relying on him to keep the circus going, and keeping some of the profits for himself as a bonus for his hard work. Asshole almost put Mammon to shame, throwing his other circus mates under the bus and treating them more like burdens than people, including the ones who were there from the start, just for his own fucking benefit. Treated them like shit, cause he knew they had nowhere else to go. If they tried to leave, he would sue them to oblivion or guilt trip them into staying, reminding them of their promise to always stick together. That they were a family, all because of this!" She pointed to the birthmark, now covered with a carved-out X.

"His son was even worse. While Joker at least started out as a good kid who eventually soured, Grandpa Mor was a dick from the moment he left the womb. Didn't even pretend to be nice to anyone, caring about one thing only. The money. So much so, that he started cutting back on safety measures, practice time, and everything else he deemed unnecessary spending. It saved him a lot of cash…and caused a fuck ton of more accidents and sometimes death. To make matters worse, he wasn't even fucking funny! Or talented. Eventually, he stepped down from his clown act to take up the mantle of Ringmaster full-time, letting everyone else do the dirty work."

Her cold tune, turned more bitter and angrier as she went on, as memories of her time started pouring in, reminding Barbie of the hellhole she used to live in, causing Loona to grow increasingly uneasy and even frightful at her aunt's sudden mood. "Bled the circus dry. Fewer performers wanted to work with him, he couldn't afford to repair the tents, they had to sell off or eat most of their animals, the few workers he had left were barely getting by and every day it looked like they were about to close. And then, he passed it off, to the worst, greedy asshole of the bunch. My asshole dad," Barb's voice started growing deathly cold at the mention of her father, Her hands tightened into fists, as her claws dug so deep into her palm, she nearly drew blood. "By the time Cash took over, the Buckzo Family Circus was a shell of what it once was. And now it had been handed off to another rotten apple. One so controlling and petty, he made the tattoo mandatory! Before it was optional, and everyone could decide to simply have it be make-up. But now? If you worked in the circus even remotely, you had to get the tattoo. Didn't matter with you were a grown-up, an old guy, or a FUCKING KID!"

Barb slammed her other fist against her couch, causing Loona to cry out and burst into frightened tears. Barb ignored her for a bit, too caught up in her past, she didn't even register the crying until Loona started burying herself against her chest. Her angry rant died, as she shifted focus over to her crying niece. Barb looked at her young niece with concern at her state and went right to trying and calm her down with soft coos and calm rocking. It took a great deal of effort, including wrapping the baby in her blanket and giving Loonie her doll, but her tears stopped eventually. Barbie continued her rage now just a cold mutter. "It was his way of showing that he owned you. That as long as you had that mark, you would always be a part of the circus…and belonged to him. Turned it from a symbol of unity into a fucking slave brand!" She looked back at Loona's mark, the pup now calm and looking at her aunt curiously. She just sighed and shook her head. "Not that it mattered. After he became ringleader, he only lasted for 20 years or so, before he burnt up like the bastard he was, taking the whole circus with him. Yah ask me, he got off easy…"

She looked back down at Loon with an almost melancholic smile, as she lifted her by the arms and held her to eye level, a contemplating look on her face, as she look at her niece. The first Buckzo in years not born to the circus. "Guess that makes you the lucky one in this crumbling circus of a family. You might still have the mark of a Buckzo, but you don't have to live under a hellhole because of it; you get a fresh start to be whoever the fuck you wanna be. And all you gotta worry about is your daddy either using you too or abandoning you if start hogging all your spotlight," She said the last part with decades-old destain and resentment, as she thought back to her brother. Blitz, whom she thought she could trust almost her whole life, whom she had done her best to help throughout his career. And who had betrayed and abandoned her after one stupid, pointless argument, leaving her to care only for himself.

And then, she found out he had a daughter. One whom he risked his entire relationship with his sister for, just to make sure Loona was okay. Whom he actually seemed to love more than anything. It made her sigh, as she looked at her niece, still reaching for her birthmark. "But…who knows. Maybe he has really changed and stopped being a selfish, glory-seeking, people-using asshole after all this time. Not that it changes anything, but the Blitzo I knew would've never even thought about raising kids, and yet, here you are. The center of your daddy's eye. Heh, well, at least he got one thing right." She chuckled at the end of that, causing Loona to giggle in response, almost as if she was agreeing with her, the imp-pup's hooves lightly kicking and her imp-like tail wagging like a dog's. Barb had to admit, for a messy, nosey little brat, and one born from her brother no less, the kid was kinda cute. Thankfully she was smarter than those nosey nurses, or she'd practically end up charmed by her-

A sudden thought then came to Barbie's head, as she smirked schemingly. "Hey, you wanna be a good little niece, and help your auntie with something?"


"Hey, Jerry you almost done loading up the brownies? I've been having a hankering for chocolate for hours now," one of the orderlies, a pale green baphomet asked his coworker, currently restocking food for the month.

"Yeah, yeah, give me a few alright, Bock? Why don't you leave it for a few minutes and check up on Helga, yah fat bastard?" The disgruntled hellhound responded, getting the boxes of brownies in the cabinet for later.

"Yeah, at least then you'll do something useful for a change," mocked a third nurse, a pencil-thin imp with a soul patch, giving the baphomet a mocking grin.

"Hey fuck off man, I do plenty around here!" Bock exclaimed with an embarrassed huff, much to Jerry's amusement, who just continued pilling up the brownie boxes. "And besides, she's fine. Woke up an hour ago, so-" He stopped when he noticed something moving from the corner of the room. The other nurses temporarily stopped their food haul as they turned to see what was going on.

There on the kitchen floor, was little Loona playing around with a little, jiggling ball without a care in the world. "Is…is that a baby? The fuck is a baby doing here?"

Bock shrugged as he watched the little one play. "I don't know Jerry…but man, is it CUTE!" The nurse cooed in awe as he watched little Loona swatting at her ball, bouncing the toy between her scaly/furry paws.

"Awww look at her playing with her whittle ball! Gah, she's so fucking precious man!" the imp nurse squealed in glee at the sight, as he leaned beside Bock to watch the toddler, an equally captivated Jerry joining them soon after. They watched as little Loona played with her ball not even noticing them, giggling and yipping every time it jingled under her touch. Then she noticed something else more interesting to her young mind. Her tail with the fluffy bit of fur at the end of it.

"Ooooh, is she going to try and catch it? Aww, she's gonna try and catch it isn't she?" Jerry beamed up at the adorable sight, as indeed, little mischievous Loona tried to swipe at her tail tip, only for the appendage to instinctively move out of the way before she could touch it. She tried again and again, chasing and pouncing at her tail for minutes, all the while nurses and orderlies watched absolutely captivated by her cuteness.

None of them picked up as Barbie, a cocky, victorious smirk on her face, stealthily sneaked behind them, into the kitchen and began stuffing brownies into an empty bag, while they were none the wiser, easily distracted by whatever cutesy thing Loona would do next.

"Ooooh watch, she's standing up against the chair. That's the first step before walking!" Jerry cooed in excitement, as Loona was now leaning up against one of the chairs, shakily trying to stand on her feet.

"Come on, come one kiddo, you can do it!"

"Almost there, almost there,"

The orderlies and nurses cheered her on, while Barbie tiptoed back into her room with her stolen goods, as it steadily seemed like the imp-pup was going to make it…only for Loona's legs to give out, causing her to land bum first on the floor, in a small fit of giggles, which only made the orderlies lose it, with how adorable the young child was.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you, yah little stinker. How did you get here?" Barb walked towards Loona with a relieved, worried smile, pretending as if she had just arrived, picking her up and smiling apologetically to the nurses. "Oh boys, thank you so much for finding my little niece for me. Honestly, I didn't expect her to be so fast!"

The orderlies were taken aback by the reveal that the child was Barbie's niece of all things, but Bock soon adjusted and addressed her warmly. "O-o-oh, eh, right. Well, I can't say I approve of you leaving your child unsupervised like that, but I'm happy to see this positive change in your behavior Barbie. It's really encouraging, truly. Hopefully, a sign of things getting better?"

Barb just gave them a sweet smile, as she went back towards her room, Loona in hand. "You boys have a nice day," she waved them goodbye, as she left.

Once the imp was sure they were out of hearing range, Barbie placed her niece onto the floor, then with a villainous grin she slammed the door shut behind her. "Dumbassses! Hah, I can't believe they actually fell for that!" She cackled victoriously, and practically dived right into her bag of stolen brownies tossing her goods into the air. Little Loona was joining in on the celebrations, howling in response, causing Barb to let out a small, but earnest smile at her niece, gently patting her on the head. "You know what? For a little brat, you ain't half bad after all, LooLoo. And now, our bounty! Our glorious, delicious, psychedelic bounty!"

With a satisfied smile, Barbie took one of the brownies and devoured it whole; then frowned when she noticed she wasn't experiencing a familiar buzz or taste. "Oh come on! No crack, no weed, no nothing?! The fuck kinda brownies are these?" She exclaimed in frustration, as the pastries she had hoped to be laced with drugs, turned out to be nothing more than regular, run-of-the-mill, chocolate brownies. The imp considered throwing the tray in the garbage but just shrugged and ate another one. "Eh, chocolate's still chocolate."

In between her snacks, a sudden light coo alerted her to Loona, sitting by her feet, fiddling with the baby bag, trying to reach for the small glass container of baby food, giving tiny hungry peeps in her struggle. Seemed Barb wasn't the only one with hungry needs.

The imp watched her struggle for a bit, then sighed. "Alright, come on here LooLoo. Let's get you some food." Pulling her up onto the couch by her armpits, Barbie gently plopped the hybrid next to her and got the food and spoon. Little Loona immediately started getting excited, as she watched her aunt get her gooey meal ready for her.

Her admittedly adorable little coos made Barbie genuinely laugh. So much so that she figured, what the hell? She had deserved a little treat for her part in their heist. Taking a piece from one of the brownies, she crumbled it into the baby food and stirred it around till it was perfectly mixed in. Barb was sure it was safe. After the imp had read somewhere hellhounds were built to be able to consume just about anything given they all originated from Greed, even chocolate. Surely the same went for the puppies, right?

Loona didn't seem to mind, happy eating up her mixed-up food with seemingly no problem.


The rest of the day had gone by pretty much completely uneventfully after that. Shortly after feeding, Loona had tired herself out into a long, peaceful nap, finally letting Barbie have some time to herself, aside from a brief diaper change an hour or so later. The female imp spent most of her either reading her magazines or skimming through the channels looking for something decent to watch. Her momentary peace was soon shattered, by a sudden loud:

"GAAAAH!"

A familiar cry of pain alerted Barbie that her brother had arrived. Shit, had it been so long already? Looking at the clock, she was surprised to see he had actually arrived on time as promised too. That was certainly shocking. Well, guess she'd better go greet Blitzo and return his kid…right after Helga shocked him some more.

"Lady I swear-GAH!-My daughter's in there-GAAAH!-If you'd just talk to my sister you'd-GAAAAAH!-Mammon damn it, will you at least keep away from the-GAAAAAAAAH!-You cunt lipped whore!"

Barbie cackled at every well-deserved shock her brother received. Honestly, she was almost tempted to let Helga keep at it, til Loona let out a small concerned whine, having been woken up from her nap by the noise. With a small disappointed groan, Barbie picked up her niece and went to see Blitzo, currently while dodging Helga's attempts to taser his groin. "It's fine Helga, let'em in. I can take care of Blitz myself."

The half-baphomet/half-envy dweller, gave the imp a surprised look, while Blitzo just smirked in victory. "Yeah, that's right pussy lips. My sister says it's okay."

Helga glared at the Blitzo, debating whether or not to let him go, finally dropping him unceremoniously on the floor and walking off, trusting Barbie to deal with him properly. Blitzo stood up, and started grumbling while dusting himself off, and then was hit in the back of the head, by Helga's taser causing a cry of pain. "That's for knocking me out, you fucking deadbeat!"

The imp started bloody daggers at the orderly giving her the finger, while Barbie just rolled her eyes, amused by his plight. "Well, here's your kid back, along with all her stuff."

Blitzo accepted the little toddler from his twin, cooing cutely at finally being reunited with his daughter. "Awww, hi Loonie! Did you miss Daddy? Cause he sure as hell, missed you. Yes, he did, oh yes he did!" Loona responded with a delightful series of giggles and babbling at her father's antics, while Barbie just crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at the display. She turned to leave as Blitzo started to place Loona back into her carrier, when he noticed her walking off, his playful smile turning into an awkward, thankful but saddened frown as he realized this was likely to be the last time he'd see her.

"Hey, sis?" Blitzo called out, Barbie stopping to let him finish, though shooting him an impatient glare all the while. "Look, I know this is the last thing you wanna hear from me after today but, thanks for watching her for me. Cause, you didn't have to-"

"I didn't do it for you, yah life wrecking jackass," Barbie barked out harshly, as she turned to point accusingly at him, causing Blitzo to flinch. "I just didn't wanna see the kid left alone like that. Fuck knows somebody's gotta look out for her. Making sure Loona at least turns out better than you!"

"R-right, of course. At least one of us will turn out okay then," Blitzo sighed softly. The two twins looked at each other in awkward silence, Loona briefly forgotten as the long-separated twins just stood there, with not a word being exchanged between them either. Finally, the older brother spoke up first.

"Well, a deal's a deal and all that shit so-," Blitzo struggled to find the right words, still clearly upset about potentially leaving his sister, the one living member of his family besides Loona, possibly for the rest of his life. "Look, I'm not the best at this emotional stuff and saying goodbye but…bye."

And with that he turned to leave, unable to face his sister for what felt like the last time. Even then, it was clear how much it pained him to do this. Barbie watched him go with Loona in tow, and for a moment she felt really good. Finally, she was going to be rid of her bastard brother, and never see him again. Never get to see her cute little niece LooLoo again. Leaving her all alone in her squaller with not a friendly familiar face in sight.

"Wait…" Blitzo blinked in surprise when he heard the sudden call. Turning he saw his twin looking at him frustrated, and yet amicably. She looked at Loona, comfy in her carrier though starting to look a little pale, as she huffed and struggled to speak her next words. "You know, one the nurses said babysitting your kid might be good for my health and recovery, even gave me the day off from doing all their dumb exercises and stuff. And shit knows if it gets me out of that pain-in-the-ass physical therapy course…I guess I wouldn't mind taking care of the kid once in a while, whenever you're busy."

The news made Blitzo nearly leap in joy. "R-really?" He started to form a hopeful smile. "So, are-are we-"

"Don't get the wrong idea, you idiot!" barked Barbie furiously, as she marched towards her brother, her burning eyes tearing through him, causing Blitzo to shrink under her gaze. "We're not cool you understand? One cute baby doesn't change what you did to me! And what you didn't do! If it were up to me, I'd never let you come within a mile of me ever again!"

It seemed like Barb was ready to tear him apart right on the spot, but then she paused to calm down, looking at her niece before continuing more calmly. "But, I'm not a petty bitch who's gonna blame a kid for it. And, if she wants an aunt, I guess I'm fine with playing the part for a while. Even if I have to put up with a bastard like you." She looked her brother right in the eye and pointed at their mother's choker. "So, here's how it's gonna work. You need me to look after the kid, fine. I can be the cool auntie she needs, but you are NOT going to be my brother again! You NEVER will. Sure, I'll 'try' to tune it down in front of her, but I'm still gonna hate every second, I have to spend with you during it. As far as I know, we're no longer family, and I hope you remember that until the day you fucking ROT!"

And with that, Barbie turned from him and slowly began walking back to her room. Blitzo, clearly hurt and in agony over his sister disowning him with so much hate, nodded somberly in agreement. "Well, thank you for giving her a chance. It means a lot to me."

Barbie stood in place for a few seconds but didn't turn to face him. "Just shut the fuck up and get out of here." And then she left, slamming the door behind her.

Blitzo was unsure what to say or think after that. All this time, he had finally seen his sister again; and sure it hadn't gotten as well as he had hoped…but it also hadn't gone completely terrible at least.

As he walked out of the building, thankfully without Helga or any of the security there zapping him again, he looked down at his precious little daughter and couldn't help but smile. "So, did you have a fun time with your auntie Barbie?" Loona's response came out in cute short bursts of unintellectual babbles, which Blitzo chuckled to. "Well, you must've done something right she's warmed up to you that much. Thanks to you, I might actually get to see her again. I mean sure she'll still hate me like a pidegon's shit on a new car, but it's a start, right? It's more than I could've ever hoped for. And it's all thanks to you Loonie; you really are something else."

His little daughter suddenly started to whine in pain. Her body began making unhappy grumbling, her spikes started flaring up and gagging noises began to escape her. Blitzo immediately recoiled in dread. "Loonie? LOONIE!" He grabbed her out of her carrier and held her to his face as the gagging continued to worsen, becoming more sickly sounding by the second. "Loonie, sweetheart! Nonono, we gotta get you to a hospital stat! I don't know what's going on with you but-"

BLEGH!

Blitzo's worried screams died out instantly as baby Loona threw up…right into his open mouth. Now the imp was crying out in disgust, as he gagged and spat out the regurgitated contents onto the ground, while somehow still managing to safely hold Loona, who was now laughing like crazy. "Aww, fuck that's disgust! Satan, shit it's in my mouth! Wait…is that…chocolate? Oh, that sneaky-BARB!"

Blitzo could've sworn he heard his sister's cackling laugh from inside the building.


So how many of you were expecting the babysitter to be Stolas? But it was I, BARBIE!

I've been waiting to introduce aunt Barb in here, for a long while now. Had a lot of it pre-written but wanted to wait til Barbie's official appearance to make sure she's in character. Hopefully I managed to make her fit in relatively well with her canon self, despite her disappointingly limited screen time.

Hope my origin for the skull brand worked out. I honestly thought it was a hereditary birthmark for the longest time, until I heard that it was confirmed to be a brand a while ago. I decided to still stick with the birthmark origin, if only so it works as an way for Blitzo to confirm this Loona is indeed her daughter and cause it gives her and Barb to bond over here.