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"Come on, come on," Blitzo softly growled, as he struggled to crawl his way forward; trapped in a tiny square hallway, barely big enough for him. As he moved, the top of his horn hit the upper part of the vent, causing him to briefly bite in pain. "Gah, Satan damn it, since when are vents this fucking hard to crawl through? Those bullshit action movies lied to me!"

The imp could barely crawl 5 inches, as he felt trapped inside the vent. Not only was he way too big for the surprisingly thin passageway, but his horns kept hitting the ceiling, and his emptied backpack was only adding to his already too-wide body, slowing his progress even further. All of this combined was making his stealthy break-in, an absolute chore. Not to mention it was already 3 am, and he had to start work at 6 am, further adding to his already miserable plight. But, still, he pressed on. It would be worth it, once he finally got his hands on his prize. Nothing was going to get in his way-

His brave crawl was interrupted as the metal beneath him groaned and shook, under his weight. For a moment, the imp feared it was all over for him, as he stood still as stone, dreading what might happen next. After a few seconds of groaning, it seemed everything would be fine. Blitzo let out a small sigh and crawled forward…

And the vent collapsed from his touch.

"Oh fuck-"

The imp had just enough time to finish his curse, before he fell through the newly made hole, formed from the pressure, sending him back first into an aisle, before he collapsed face-first into the ground. The prone Blitzo lay there for a good moment, moaning in pain at his plight.

On the bright side, he had made it close enough to his goal. Even if he had nearly broken his back just to get there. Now, he just had to collect his prize and leave before the big guy of the place noticed and came looking. Which considering his rather loud crash, would be any second now.

Blitzo painfully pulled himself up and started searching the place. It was completely dark all around him, and he had forgotten his flashlight back home, making visibility and trying to find what he came for much harder. But, then again that was probably for the best. If he had started using it, that might've attracted the wrong attention. The fewer people that saw him, the less likely his chances of escaping would be.

Speaking of which, a loud series of footsteps started trampling down the stairs and towards the backdoor. The imp silently cursed and quickly hid behind the opposite wall, making it just in time as a large, muscular corgi hellhound kicked open the door, with a massive shotgun in between his hands. "Alright! Who's there?! Who the fuck's there?! I know you're hiding you little shit! Why don't you make this easier for the both of us, and just step out so I can kill you!"

The hound clicked the safety off his gun for emphasis and started scanning across the store. His expert night vision allowed him to see as if the lights were on. He slowly marched across the store, his eyes shifting across the room and his nose sniffing in the air to locate his prey. Thankfully, Blitzo had enough sense, to put on some Anti-Hellhound-Scent powder on him, to buy himself some more time. Now he just needed to find what he came for, and get the hell out of there. Preferably without the corgi noticing.

The imp held his breath, as the hellhound approached his hiding place. He carefully sneaked past the corgi, managing to just barely duck underneath the conveniently empty bottom shelf of another aisle, as the hellhound walked past him. Blitzo waited until the corgi has a good distance away, before emerging. Checking his pockets, he quietly grumbled as he realized his flintlock was back home. As if things weren't hard enough. Now he had to get his things quickly, while also not getting noticed or shot, and he didn't even have a weapon to defend himself. The night just kept getting better.

As he exited his hiding place, however, he finally managed to stumble onto some good fortune. He recognized one of the items on display. Meaning that what he was looking for, was nearby. If he could just get the hellhound off his trail for a bit, he could get what he wanted and be out, in a manner of minutes.

Slowly, Blitzo crept towards his goal, making sure to keep his body against the wall and his eyes locked on the corgi whenever possible. Bit by bit, he inched closer to his goal, nearly getting caught by the hellhound on multiple occasions, only avoiding his gaze through quick thinking and hiding skills he had honed after years of running from responsibilities.

Finally, he had made it. Right there, on the top shelf were boxes upon boxes of all the goods he wanted. After all the pain, crawling, hiding, sneaking around, and his nearly broken back, it would all be worth it, once he was outside with his treasure-

Cock!

"Don't move asshole. Now turn around slowly, so I can see your face before you die." The imp's short-lived celebration came to an end, as he felt the shotgun pressed against the back of his head, as the hellhound's breath came down his throat. The imp slowly turned towards him, hoping the corgi wouldn't be so cruel as to kill him right then and there. Once in view, he smiled at the hellhound nervously. Upon seeing the imp's face, the hound's cold anger turned into confusion and then irritated frustration as he slapped his hand onto his face. "Beelzebub damn it, Blitzo again?! How many times do I have to tell you-"

Blitzo didn't let the man finish, his body on full autopilot, as he grabbed the nearest thing he could reach, a small glass bottle filled with a mushy liquid, and threw it at the hound's face. He managed to land a hit right on the hound's forehead, causing him to stumble backward, and in midfall accidentally fire his shotgun.

Bang!

The blast just barely avoided Blitzo, but the force of the buckshot hit the shelf with enough impact, to send it tumbling down. On its way, it hit another shelf, which then hit another, and another, and another, until it reached the last isle, which fell onto the nearby window, shattering it to pieces and setting off all kinds of alarms.

Blitzo cursed panicking at the disaster but shook away his worries. It was now or never. Unzipping his backpack, he began shoving in his prize, filling it up with boxes, until the bag was close to bursting at the seams. After which, he zipped it back up, flung the backpack over his shoulder, nearly buckling under its weight, and ran towards the makeshift exit.

"Sorry Bernie, nothing personal!" Blitzo shouted as he leaped through the broken window and into the streets. Behind him, Bernie groaned in misery before slipping into unconsciousness.

Blitzo didn't stop running, until he was safely outside his apartment, far away from the scene of the crime. Once he was sure he hadn't been followed and no one had recognized him, he finally stopped outside the door. He didn't enter immediately though, taking a moment to catch his breath. He had been running for almost five minutes after all, and the now hefty bag was doing nightmares for his already murderous back.

He opened the door and stepped inside, and was welcomed by the loud wailing and screeching coming from the kitchen. The noise filled the imp with an agonized, pained look, as he recognized it in an instant, and knew they had probably been crying for a while now. He soon walked over to the source, to find his precious little Loona, not two months old, underneath a quickly made play-pin crying her little heart out.

Despite being tired, exhausted, and having almost died, Blitzo put on the best smile as he gently picked up the imp-pup, and carefully rocked her. "Ssssh, sssh, it's okay, it's okay, Loonie," he cooed to her softly, his voice managing to stop her cries a bit; turning them into small hiccups, as she gazed at him with tearful yellow eyes. "That's right, daddy's here. Oh, baby girl, I am sooo sorry for leaving you alone for so long. But daddy's here now." With his other hand, he open up the bag and pulled his prize out. "And he brought the good stuff."

He was holding a small box, of formula milk. In particular, the one specially made for hybrids like his precious, little hellion. When she woke him up that night, craving a nighttime meal, Blitzo had discovered too late, they were fresh out. In between his exhausting new lifestyle of raising his new daughter and working long, tiring days at Loo Loo Land, the imp had completely forgotten to buy more, leading to him having to break into Bernie's, the closest shop that sold hybrid formula, that for some unholy reason closed at 9 o'clock. Again.

As the imp quickly got to work mixing up the formula, Blitzo looked at his little child sadly and ashamed. How long had he left Loona on her own, while he was out? How long had she been crying, begging for her father and food, while he nearly lost his life trying to fix his mistake? Why the hell was he even still doing this? He wasn't a good father. It was because of him, being a fuck up, that his child had been left hungry and alone. All because he couldn't do the bare minimum for her. Loona deserved better than him. And he? He didn't deserve anyone.

His thoughts came to a halt, as the pinging of the microwave indicated the formula was nice and hot. Loona instantly lit up, beginning to yip and bark in delight, as she recognized the sound. Her tail wagged like crazy and she reached out her hands, eager to grab her meal. The display made Blitzo chuckle in delight, his thoughts briefly forgotten, as he took out the bottle, slapping on the nipple, and handed it to his daughter. The babe immediately latched on and began suckling with gusto.

Blitzo didn't say anything, as he watched his daughter drinking, looking at her with a small smile. He had made her. She was his daughter. His little Loonie. The one bright spot in his life, he thought he would never get again, after so many losses. Even now, watching her drink from the safety of his arms, helped to brighten the imp's soul and fill him with joy, he hadn't known in a long time. Even after nearly getting himself killed over some milk. For her. It was worth it.

He patiently waited until Loona had finished, at which point Blitzo placed her over his shoulder and patted the imp-pup on her back, rather roughly. She let out a loud burp and a small bit of spittle, before yawning and falling into sleep in his arms. Blitzo looked at her small sleeping form and smiled. He crept over to his bedroom and gently laid her down into her makeshift crib, made from her old cardboard box, beside her tiny stuffed bunny. He looked down at her fondly for a few seconds, before tucking himself in his bed, and falling into sleep himself.

Not one hour later, Loona was crying again.

Blitzo moaned, as he rose from his bed, once more rubbing the sleep away from his eyes, as he walked over to Loona. "Aaah, alright, Loonie. What is it this ti-"

One sniff, revealed the issue almost instantly, the imp coughing in disgust at the smell coming from the pup's diaper. The sight caused Loona to laugh at his plight.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up you little stinker. You won't be so happy, when I bathe you tomorrow," Blitzo grumbled irritatedly, as he picked her up and put her down on her changing station. "Now, let's get you nice and fixed up, so I can fucking finally get some sleep."

He reached into his diaper bag for a clean replacement…and then continued to reach when he couldn't find one. After a long bit, he looked inside to find…that it was empty.

Blitzo groaned in exhaustion, before putting Loona down, going to collect his backpack and head out for another raid at Bernie's. Hopefully, the old guy wouldn't be too mad at him, once he arrived.

Next up, we'll be making a small timeskip, to have our first chapter of Loona's older but still child Young Wolf chapter. But don't worry, this won't be the last you'll see of baby Loona.