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After HUNTR/X had stopped the Saja boy’s plan, killed Gwi-ma and saved the world or whatever, the girls for whatever reason decided they were redeemable. It was probably a decision made so it did look like HUNTR/X straight up killed them on stage, and maybe a little bit of Jinu begging.
The switch up from being demon murderers to actual idols, whilst basically going though Gwi-ma rehabilitation was admirably a little difficult for the boys. Some were confused but grateful to get a second chance and see how the world has changed since becoming a demon. Others not so much...
Yeah, Baby would have much rather he actually died on the stage
Baby wanted nothing more to do with the HUNTR/X girls, but the other boys seemingly wanted everything to do with them. He couldn’t take this shit.
The “Gwi-ma rehab” essentially included the Saja boys ended up living in the same huge skyscraper as HUNTR/X, well just below them to be exact, (ugh, gross) and the whole place was rebranded to have the two idol groups work closely together. This made it easier for the girls to keep an eye on them, help them, and to the outside world, it was just one massive rebrand.
It sucked, everything sucked. It was like he was under another Gwi-ma again. Okay, maybe the girls weren’t as bad as Gwi-ma but he was still in a different form of hell.
That least the HUNTR/X girls have all the good snacks..
Speaking of snacks, that's exactly what Baby was doing in the HUNTR/X’S upper half of the building. Raiding the fridge, because apparently being away from the world for so long means you don’t know all the new food brands and what’s good anymore. Who would have guessed? The food world has really changed since his life, and Baby has been indulging himself in it since the Saja boys debuted Soda Pop.
Its like the dead of night, the only thing lighting up the massive kitchen was the even bigger fridges light as baby opened it. He blinked to let his eyes adjust, Hell’s lighting was always a little gloomy, so lights always fucked with him.
Immediately Baby reaches for his favorite jelly pouches he’s pretty sure is Zoey’s. He takes a cup of jelly pudding (you can see a pattern here), and poured himself a greedily large bowl of sugary cereal and a cup of Miras spicy noodle.
The only thing I would ever agree with Mira on is her spicy noodles.
As much as Baby hates being well... Babied, His not so guilty pleasure will always be food, more accurately: sugary things. Since Qwi-ma's meals were... lacking, both in flavor and quantity, Babys been fucking loving stuffing his face now that he can.
He wasn’t used to having unrestricted access to food, so self-control was out the window.
By the end of the hour, the crime scene was sprawled across the whole counter, by a shit ton of empty jelly pouches, jelly pudding packets, three cups of noodles, packs of chips, some reheated MacDonalds, two boxes of American cereal and the criminal was currently fucking up his second bowl of mint ice cream when-
The lights flicked on...
-OH SHIT THE LIGHTS FLICKED ON
Baby didn’t hear the footsteps, too busy eating like there was no tomorrow. He flinched and hissed at the sudden brightness, dropping the bowl to cover and rub his eyes. Fuck that hurt his eyes and head. Why are modern day lights so fucking bright?
He could hear a slight apologetic sigh from the other side of the room but it did little to soothe his sudden panic, and he completely shut his eyes until they adjusted.
“...woah” it was a female voice, Baby could tell it was Zoey’s. Zoey wasn’t as bad as the others finding him as she had a slightly more compassion towards the Saja boys, as she had heard all about Gwi-mas mistreatment since she got Mystery to open up a little.
“if you were hungry, you could have told someone” Mystery, that was defiantly Mystery's voice.
Baby finally opened his eyes and squinted at the two who had caught him read handed, well, sugar covered to be more specific. He blinked and looked at the pair, who were standing to the in front of the kitchen’s Iland. Zoey was wearing a pink dinosaur PJ set and behind her stood Mystery like a loyal dog, wearing her nightgown.
“...”
“....”
“.....?”
The silence that followed the three was.. Awkward as Baby looked between the two guilty, whilst pretending he wasn’t bothered by them in the slightest.
“i didn’t know someone could even eat that much” Zoey broke the silence, he tone slightly impressed and but annoyed and maybe a little concerned. Mystery leaned over a little and pointed at both himself and Baby
“Because he’s not just a ‘someone’ Zo,” he muttered, his voice trying not to sound condescending. He did a point; he wasn’t really a ‘someone’ at all.
“We demon can eat as much as we want, and it won’t affect our form since its stuck like this”
“huh..”
Zoeys face lit up a little bit as she understood what he meant and then tilted her head at him. Baby was suddenly feeling a little *little* as they spoke like he wasn’t there. He didn’t like not that the attention and whilst being the center of attention at the same time. Maybe a small part of him felt childish, and he hated that even more.
But he couldn’t bring himself to speak up. He was rooted in place as if he was scared of getting scolded. Which of course he wasn’t, that was stupid and he was a grown as adult.
“isn’t he still gonna get sick?” Zoey whispered as if Baby wasn’t right infront of him, he knew she didn’t mean it, but it annoyed him to no end.
“thats what was going to say.” Mystery murmured back, pushing his comically fluffy bands back a little. This wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this, eat until he throws up, act like nothing happened and do it again.
Baby wiped his face with his sleeve and stared at the two who were treating him like a child, now he was feeling even more little. Mystery, noticed the shift in his friend and stood forward which made baby look away.
“hey”
"..."
“hey, Baby?”
"...."
“hey, hey man, don’t go all blank face on me. I won’t tell the other if you just-”
POOF! The familiar pink cloud of smoke surrounded baby, and he teleported away without breaking eye contact with mystery. He was feeling still too Little for his liking to be around people.
Baby was sure they didn’t mean to talk down to him. It was just that with the name literally being ‘baby’, it was hard not to do it subconsciously. He understood. And what made it all worse. Was he really that childish everyone around him felt like they had to down to him? To parent him? To little him?
This was suppose to be a normal HUNTR/X snack raid? How the hell did he end up standing on the roof of the building? Holding a half-melted ice cream bowl?
He was angry, angry at the HUNTR/X for keeping him alive like this. Angry at himself for being like this in the first place. He felt grossed out, but not at the food. If anything he could eat another three bowls if he could. But he was grossed out by how he felt it was...
Little
Like a little kid who just got told off, like a literally kid, like a fucking baby.
Because that's all he is now, thanks to Gwi-ma, that's all he’ll ever be.
A Crybaby
He took a two-step running start and ditched the bowl to the other end of the roof. It didn’t even make it off the building, that was how weak he was. Because he was stuck in the weak, thin childish form thanks to Gwi-ma. The bowl landed with a clatter on the roof and the spoon tinkered loudly against the metal.
After who knows how long, baby must've passed out up there. laying on the cold metal in fetal position for someone to find his pathetic ass. he didn't remember passing out or how he ended up on the floor in the first place. but he can faintly hear the panicked voices of his friends and rushed footsteps towards him, before everything faded to black again.