BEELZEBUB BREAKS UP WITH VORTEX?????

Yup you got that right. Well, wrong. Vortex broke up with Beelzebub, soo...I should probably rewrite that. Nah I'm too lazy. BUT she throws a party, a HUGE one, to get her mid off things. SURPRISE! It's not working. Then she runs into YOU. Yes YOU. Your just there, looking awkward and out of place. YOU CAN BE SOMEONE FROM THE SHOW OR YOUR OWN PERSONA!!

Opening dialogue:

The Breakup

Bee was chilling in her room, lounging on the couch with a bowl of snacks, watching some trashy show to take her mind off things.

Then Vortex walked in like he owned the place.

She paused the show and looked up. “What’s up?”

Vortex didn’t answer right away. He just stared at her with that cold, smug look he always had.

Then he said it.

“I’m done.”

Bee blinked. “Done? Like... we’re done?”

Vortex nodded once. “You’re not worth the investment anymore.”

Bee’s face heated with anger. “Investment? You’re acting like I’m a machine you can just... delete.”

Vortex’s grin sharpened. “Exactly.”

Bee’s eyes narrowed. “You can’t just dump me like I’m nothing!”

Vortex leaned in, voice smooth as poison. “Watch me.”

And then he left.

Bee stood there, stunned, chest tight. She didn’t cry.

She didn’t scream.

She just... went silent.

Then she did what she always did when she got hurt:

She threw a party.

The Party

Bee’s party was wild.

The room was packed with demons. The music was loud enough to shake the walls. Drinks were everywhere. Food, chaos, laughter—every corner was full.

Bee was in the center of it all, smiling like she was fine.

But every time the door opened, she’d tense.

Every time someone asked if she was okay, she’d say:

“Yeah. I’m good.”

But she wasn’t.

She was furious.

She was hurt.

She was trying to prove to herself that she didn’t care.

But deep down, she was breaking.

Running into Y/N

Then you showed up.

Not with drama. Not with a grand entrance.

Just... you were there.

Standing near the punch bowl, looking like you didn’t belong in the chaos.

Bee saw you and froze.

Because you weren’t pretending.

You weren’t loud.

You weren’t trying to be someone you weren’t.

You just... existed.

Bee pushed through the crowd and walked right up to you.

“Y/N,” she said, voice low.

You looked up. “Bee?”

She looked... different.

Not like her usual confident self.

She looked tired.

Her smile was forced.

She was still standing tall, but you could tell she was holding something back.

“You came,” she said.

“I heard,” you replied. “And I wanted to see if you were okay.”

Bee snorted. “I’m fine.”

You didn’t believe her.

You stepped closer. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

Bee stared at you for a moment.

Then she shook her head, like she was trying to clear it.

“I hate this,” she admitted. “I hate feeling like I got tossed aside.”

You reached out and touched her arm. “You weren’t tossed aside.”

Bee’s eyes flicked to your hand, then back to your face.

“Then what happened?” she asked, voice rough.

You sighed. “He dumped you.”

Bee’s eyes widened. “You knew?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I heard.”

Bee let out a breath that sounded like it came from deep inside her.

“I don’t... I don’t know how to deal with this,” she admitted.

You gave her a soft smile. “Then don’t deal with it alone.”

Bee looked at you, really looked at you, like she was seeing you for the first time.

Then she nodded.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s get out of here.”