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pttwice · 15 days ago

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forever (2)

|| littleautistic!dahyun, cg!satzu ||

tw: mentions of abuse, abandonment, and violence

The first 24 hours with Dahyun were fairly easy. Since she was out on her own for so long, fighting to get even a few minutes of restless sleep in the freezing cold, she finally slept. She would wake up to inhale whatever Tzuyu made, pet the dogs for a few minutes, then fall asleep on the couch again.

Tzuyu kept to herself for the first 24 hours. She knew that Dahyun was just barely okay with Sana being near her and she didn't want to make the girl anymore uncomfortable than she already was.

When Sana blew through the front door of their home with a sleeping little girl in her arms, Tzuyu didn't know what to think. She looked at Sana, wide-eyed and extremely confused. Sana just gave her a look that Tzuyu read as 'I'll explain everything later'.

"She was just sitting underneath that big willow tree?" Tzuyu asked as she sunk back into the couch. Sana nodded, a big sigh leaving her as she ran her hand through her hair.

"I just... I can't believe she was out there. I don't even know her name." Sana looked up at her wife. She was on the verge of tears, but she was afraid that if she started crying, she'd wake the little girl up. Sana knew that she desperately needed sleep. "She was so bony."

Tzuyu reached beside her, gently squeezing Sana's hand. "That little coat she had on must have made her look bigger than she is."

Sana nodded in agreement. When she laid Dahyun down on the bed and took her coat of, she had to cover her hand with her mouth to muffle her gasp. Not only was Dahyun dangerously thin, she also had scars and faded bruises littering her body. It took everything in Sana to not breakdown and just put Dahyun in one of her t-shirts and tuck her in bed.

Dahyun looks out the back door leading into Sana and Tzuyu's yard. It's covered in a thick blanket of snow, Kaya and Butter's pawprints scattered around. She jumps a bit when she hears the floor creak in the kitchen and scoots closer to the door.

Sana's noticed in the few hours that Dahyun's actually been awake that she's sat close to the back door or the front door. She's not too sure why the little girl's decided to camp out by the doors, but she has a sinking feeling in her gut.

"Hey, Dahyun?"

Dahyun turns around slowly, wrapping her arms around her knees that she has pulled up to her chin. She's so skinny and her eyes carry a sadness that Sana's never seen in a child of her age, whatever it may be.

"Do you want to draw with me some more?" Sana kneels down by Dahyun, making sure to stay a safe distance away. Kaya hears Sana's voice and trots in from the hallway, nuzzling against Dahyun's arm.

The pups are sweet, but Sana's never seen them warm up to anyone this fast. Even when Tzuyu adopted them, they were a little skittish around her for the first few weeks.

Dahyun looks down at the crayons and paper that Sana set down. She notices that these crayons are different. They're fatter than the ones she used with Sana yesterday to draw.

Dahyun reaches her hand out, her fingers wrapping around an orange crayon. She pulls a piece of printer paper towards her and starts to color. Sana watches her for a few seconds before she starts on her own paper.

It's quiet for a few minutes. Kaya's soft snores and crayons on paper fill the cozy space by the back door. Butter stretches himself out on the couch, seemingly enjoying having it all to himself for a little while.

"Do you know how old I am, Dahyun?" Sana suddenly asks, her voice soft as she looks down at the little girl.

Dahyun shakes her head, her eyes focused on her drawing. It's filled with stick figures and a little black blob she assumes is Kaya.

Sana flips her drawing over and writes out a large 28 with a purple crayon. She holds it up, patiently waiting as Dahyun looks up at her. "Do you know what this number is?"

Dahyun looks at the shape of the numbers, thinking hard. She loves numbers and sometimes they're the only thing that keep her going when she's walking alone at night. She'll count the number of buildings she passes or the the tiles on the sidewalk.

Sana figures that Dahyun doesn't know how to count, or she just doesn't know how to count so high. She's surprised when Dahyun flips her own drawing over, writing down a large, wobbly, backwards 5 with her green crayon. She shyly turns it around for Sana to see.

"Is that how old you are?" Sana asks, her chest tightening. She forces herself to tamp down the sadness she can feel bubbling up inside of her.

Looking down at her paper again, Dahyun nods a little. “Fi-five” She thinks she's five. She likes the number and it sounds right. She doesn't really remember if she's five or not, but it's a good shape for a number.

Dahyun seems content just drawing. She doesn't know the last time she was able to sit and draw. Usually she's worrying about whether or not she'll be able to eat and making sure that no one sees her unless she wants to be seen.

She can hear the hushed whispers from Sana and Tzuyu in the kitchen, but she doesn't put much thought into it. Kaya hasn't left her side and she likes that. She likes how soft her fur is and she likes the feeling of her head on her legs.

In the kitchen, Tzuyu squeezes her work phone so hard that Sana's afraid she might break it. Sana keeps her hand on her wife's waist, hoping to keep her grounded and avoid an outburst. She can't hear the person Tzuyu's talking to but based on her wife's expressions, she knows it can't be good.

Tzuyu sets her head down on the kitchen counter once she hangs up the phone. She takes a deep breath in, her hands gripping the edge of the counter tightly.

"Who was that?" Sana asks, cautious to not cause any further turmoil for her wife.

"The head sergeant in the Youth Investigation unit." Tzuyu keeps her head on the kitchen counter, the cool granite helping to calm her nerves slightly. "He asked around at other Youth Investigation units and apparently she's been floating around since she was two." Tzuyu has to stop, her head suddenly spinning as she says the words out loud.

"She's not from Andong, is she?" Sana sits down when Tzuyu shakes her head. She leans her head on Tzuyu's shoulder, exhaling shakily.

"She's... she's like a little ghost," Tzuyu starts. "No one knows where she came from. She's not on file at our precinct and none within a twenty mile radius either."

"But you said they were able to find a surname for her."

Tzuyu rubs her hands over her face, stress evident as she stands up. "It doesn't help when the surname is Kim and who even knows if it's still actually connected to anyone she knows?"

Sana knows that Tzuyu's just frustrated, but she rolls her eyes at her wife when she hears Dahyun's whimper from the living room. She gets up, slowly walking in to try and find Dahyun. Kaya and Butter are both on the couch, their ears perked as they look in the direction of the TV.

"Sweetie?" Sana kneels, shuffling forward to look behind the TV. Dahyun's somehow managed to step over all the wires and wedge herself behind the entertainment center that's holding the TV. "Oh, Dahyun," Sana sighs, her heart breaking as the little girl trembles against the mess of wires on the floor.

By the time Sana manages to coax Dahyun from behind the entertainment system, Tzuyu's been gone for an hour. She decided to go to the precinct to try and find any information about the poor girl. She hates leaving Sana to take care of her, but based off the reaction she had, she's not exactly welcome in her home.

Sana sits with Dahyun in the guest room, a blanket underneath them and a blanket wrapped around Dahyun's shoulders. Sana pulls out the the first drawing she made and points to the house that was violently scribbled over with a black crayon.

"Do you think you can tell me a little about this?"

Sana's not sure if it's her demeanor, her experience teaching, or the fact that she's the only person who's given Dahyun positive attention in who knows how long, but she's surprised when the little girl nods. It's a hesitant and unsure nod, but she grabs a blank piece of paper from Sana's side and a few crayons.

Sana watches as Dahyun's little hands grip the fat crayons, the shapes and figures a little hard to decipher as she draws them. Sana wishes that Dahyun could talk, but she has a feeling that's not something Dahyun will do for a very long time.

Thanks to her teaching experience over the past almost 9 years, she's seen so many kids who act the same way Dahyun acts. The trauma Sana's sure Dahyun's experienced, only exacerbates what she thinks may be autism. She's caught Dahyun a few times just staring at the clock, watching the numbers slowly tick by. The only thing that would draw her attention away would be a loud noise or the sound of someone getting even remotely close to her.

Dahyun sets her crayons down and sits back, pulling her blanket tighter around herself. She likes that it's warm. She really wanted to be warm and now that she is warm, she can't really remember the last time she wasn't warm.

"Do you think you could point to the things in the picture for me, sweetheart?"

Sana's smile is very pretty. It makes Dahyun feel warm inside and it makes her feel almost... safe. She picks up her picture and points to a house similar to the one in the first picture. The house itself is still blacked out, but this time time there's a little girl, a woman, and a few men. The woman has a red 'x' drawn over her and the men have red drawn around them.

The next part of Dahyun's picture is another little girl, a couple little boys, and more men with red drawn around them. Sana's not sure how to interpret either of the things that Dahyun's shown her so far so she stays quiet. She lets Dahyun finish before she tries to ask any questions.

Again Sana's not confident that everything is in chronological order, but she does get a little more out of this picture than the first one. The first picture was drawn out of pure fear and anger. This one is still sad, but everything's a little more clear.

By the time Tzuyu gets back from the precinct, Dahyun's in bed. Sana put Kaya and Butter with her, knowing that they give her a bit more security. She sits in the living room, making sure that if Dahyun gets scared that she can at least make an attempt to calm her down.

Sana really wants to try to get her in the bath or a shower tomorrow, but she's got a feeling that Dahyun won't like being in the water.

"Hey, baby," Tzuyu says as she sits beside her wife. She pulls Sana out of her own head and presses a gentle kiss to her cheek. "How's she doing?"

Sana looks at the guest room door down the hall before leaning forward to pick Dahyun's drawing up off the coffee table. She sets it on Tzuyu's lap and lays back into the couch.

"This looks... scary." Tzuyu's eyebrows raise as her eyes trace over each of the drawings in Dahyun's picture. Red and black are the most heavily used colors and they seem to be in every drawing, even the one with a little white dog.

"I tried my best to piece things together," Sana says through a sigh. She leans her head against Tzuyu's shoulder and points to the first drawing that Dahyun had shown her. "I have a really bad feeling that's her mom."

Tzuyu is hesitant to agree only because she knows Sana's right. In every drawing on the picture, the little girl is the same. She's got long black hair and a frown on her face. That must be Dahyun. "Do you think her mom died?"

Sana slowly nods, a lump starting to form in her throat. She forces herself to take a deep breath so she can try to explain more of the picture. "I just can't wrap my head around this timeline," Sana whispers. "Sometimes there's these men, sometimes there's other kids, and sometimes it's just the little girl."

Tzuyu shakes her head, unsure of what to think about Dahyun's picture. She sets it down on the coffee table and rubs her eyes with the heels of her palms. "I think I may have been able to find where she came from before she came to Andong."

Sana looks at her wife with fearful eyes. She desperately wants to know more about this little girl, but she also doesn't want to be terrified for her.

"Mokpo," Tzuyu says sadly. "I don't even know how she managed to get up here. She had to have been passed around a few times, but I can't connect anything."

Sana closes her eyes and lays her head on the back of the couch. She feels like she's going to be sick the more she learns about Dahyun. "I was able to talk to child services today," Sana breathes out.

"Did they know anything?"

Sana shakes her head. "They just told me that they'll stop by so we can talk about her situation and what to do with her. I don't... I don't think she has anyone."

“What did the case worker say?” Tzuyu sits down beside Sana, ruffling Butter’s fur as she watches the little girl draw by the back door.

Sana lets out a small sigh and shakes her head. “Not a lot. She’s never seen her before. I talked to her for a bit though, and she said that as long as Dahyun's safe with us, then we can keep watch of her until more is found out about her.”

Sana isn’t elated at the thought of having Dahyun for longer, but she's not upset either. She just wishes that she had some more information about the girl so she could take care of her better, but she hopes that with time maybe Dahyun will open up.

“Did she get freaked out when she came in?”

Sana shakes her head, still surprised how smoothly the interaction went.

The case worker came by and despite there being a completely new person near her, Dahyun did well all things considered. She didn’t say much of anything to the case worker, but when she asked Dahyun about her pictures, the girl answered.

“Who is this, Dahyun?”

Dahyun looked at the picture with the woman, a big ‘X’ drawn over her. “Uhm… mommy.”

The case worker nodded, mentally taking a note. “Is mommy gone? Is that why there’s an ‘X’ on her?”

Dahyun’s face dropped at this. Her lip quivered and she stood up. She walked over to Kaya, who was asleep by the front door, and laid beside him, tucking herself into a ball. Dahyun didn’t remember much about her mommy and she didn’t like thinking about her because it made her really sad.

“Did you draw that all by yourself, Hyun?” Sana smiles and leans down as she looks at the odd drawing of a… duck?

Dahyun's cheeks turn pink, a warmth spreading through her at the praise and the nickname. She holds up her paper and hands it to Sana. She's still not sure about this lady and her wife, but she likes that they haven’t been mean to her yet. She also really likes that they have dogs.

“F-fish,“ Dahyun stutters out. She points to her picture and looks up at Sana for confirmation. She's not too sure what a fish really looks like, but she does remember that they live in water.

“Oh, I don’t think this is a fish, sweetheart. I think it's a duck.” Sana smiles, patient as Dahyun tilts her head in confusion. Sana picks up a blue crayon from the box and draws a fish, putting it beside the duck. “See? Fish live in the water, but ducks can be on the land.”

Dahyun stares at the picture for a few seconds. She can see the difference between the two animals now that they‘re beside each other. “Duck,” she says as she points to the duck.

Sana nods, praising her as she pets Butter. “Good job, Hyun."

Dahyun's cheeks dust with pink again as she hides her face behind her tiny hands. She leans to the side, her head gently resting against Sana's shoulder.

Sana freezes. This is the first time that Dahyun's initiated any kind of contact with her. In the two days that she and Tzuyu have had her, she's only hesitantly taken Sana‘s hand when she holds it out. Even then she��ll hold onto one or maybe two of her fingers.

Sana‘s quiet. She lets Dahyun rest her head on her arm. She hopes that this is a step in the right direction.

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3-2-whump · 26 days ago

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Mini-Comfortember Day 9

Prompt 9: Home(wards)

And so concludes @azertyrobaz's mini-comfortember! Thank you so much for having this event, I enjoyed writing/drawing/creating for it so much!

This story is inspired by this art work, which took place after this chapter.

TW/CW: medical whump, aftermath of a surgery (tonsillectomy), slave whump, intimate whumper, (temporarily) nonverbal whumpee

“Awww, my sweet boy, did you miss me?” Thomas asked.

He knew Khaled might not respond, with his throat still healing a mere twelve hours after surgery. However, the way the boy pressed up into him and buried his face into the crook of his neck communicated the exact answer he was hoping for. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he replied smugly.

He enjoyed the clinginess for another minute or so, then carefully broke the embrace to pass his slave a backpack. “It’s a spare change of clothes -some of your more comfortable ones- and a cup of applesauce,” he explained. His dear boy was still shirtless, with nothing but the red sarong on his waist and golden chains on his body. And he knew he hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. “I figured you’d probably want out of that, and to eat something besides whatever intravenous crap Lenore’s been feeding you.”

Khaled took the backpack and unzipped it to inspect its contents. A t-shirt, a pair of yoga pants, clean boxer briefs, socks, sneakers, and a cup of applesauce (sans spoon to eat it with) –it was all there. The boy smiled, then looked up to his master with gratitude written all over his expression. “Thank y-”

Thomas raised a hand. “Stop. Stop talking. Stop, you sound terrible.” Khaled shut his mouth and hung his head self-consciously, rummaging through the backpack and taking out each item one by one to lay on his hospital bed. Thomas sighed. He only said that so as not to aggravate the healing process; the sooner Khaled’s throat healed, the sooner they could resume their usual activities, but until then? “Don’t talk any more than necessary, and finish getting changed while I get you discharged,” he told him. Khaled had already slipped out of the jewelry and was tugging on the t-shirt when he left him to check out.

A desk was positioned outside of the winding corridors and near the front of the entrance they passed through late last night. Another woman, dark-skinned with limp wavy hair, sat at the desk, staring dead-eyed at the computer as she input data and intermittently slurped a liquid from a straw in a tumbler. The austere-looking collar around her throat marked her as another one of the doctor’s …assistants... Unlike the last one though, this ‘assistant’ didn’t have a scar over where her vocal chords would be.

The printer whirred to life behind her as it output page after page of discharge paperwork. The woman swiveled around in her desk chair and retrieved it, as well as a bottle of mystery pills she conjured up from below the desk. “Read this, sign this, pay here, and make him take these,” she recited lifelessly. She took another loud slurp of the mystery beverage.

Thomas skimmed the paperwork, signed and dated where he needed to, and only groaned a little when he slid the payment across the desk. A visit to Lenore was going to be expensive, he’d prepared for and accepted that fact, but it still hurt to fork over so much money, even if it was for a good cause.

Speaking of which, that good cause came hesitantly walking out to the front desk area, fully changed now, with the backpack slung over one shoulder. Thomas quickly forgot how much money he’d just dropped. What mattered was that Khaled would get better, and that he wouldn’t have to go another night without him. “Come on, boy,” he beckoned. The slave came to his side quickly, letting himself be led out of the clinic doors. “Let’s go home.”

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violetmuses · 1 month ago

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Iron - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Title: Iron - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Rebel Ridge” Film Universe

Character: Terry Richmond

Pairing: Terry Richmond + Jessica Sims

Main Storyline: Officer Jessica Sims meets Terry Richmond for the first time.

@episodes-ff @diaries-of-me @pocketsizedpanther @blackgurlnhermoods @sweettea-and-honeybutter @babybratzmaraj @persethegawd @uzumaki-rebellion @nahimjustfeelingit-writes 🏷

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2024

Sunlight welcomed this rural town by morning as Officer Jessica Sims drove her longtime Crown Vic toward the Shelby Springs Police Department.

Gravel rolled beneath each wheel, but Sims looked past windows to see this man standing by closed doors and holding two mobile coffee cups.

Curious beyond help, Jessica still parked the vehicle and closed that driver's seat door, walking between rocks in uniform to greet this stranger.

“Hey, there. How could I help you?” Her Southern accent pulled this typical introduction and she'd constantly hope to settle witnesses down.

“Morning, Ma'am. I need to report a crime.” While this man could've towered Jessica beyond height, his tight shirt clothed that muscular frame and dark service tattoos inked one of his arms.

His deep voice shouldn't have piqued her attention, but Jessica watched as this man waited for another response.

“Follow me.” Pulling herself together from within, Jessica watched this stranger open that door first while palming the drink carrier with his opposite hand.

Goodness gracious. Despite facing countless thoughts, Jessica walked past the main threshold, ready to work.

______

This man introduced himself as Terry Richmond and sat across from Jessica's small desk, nearly enveloping the second chair found in place.

“Someone stole your cash?” While typing another police report, Jessica questioned Terry for a moment.

“Yes, Ma'am.” Richmond still offered gentle kindness without smiling and charged his cell phone.

“Okay. Can you describe the suspect?” Jessica questioned.

“Big guy, White with blue eyes. Maybe 6”4 and must weigh 250 pounds.” Terry described one man.

“You have a good memory.” Jessica kept working, impressed here.

“Thank you. I don't have badge information, but his last name is Marston and there goes suspect number two.” Richmond still grounded details of two cops who stole bail for his cousin Mike.

“Pardon me.” Upon realization toward fellow officers, Jessica stopped typing and quietly excused herself from Richmond.

“Yes, Ma'am.” Even before Jessica stepped away, Terry's deep voice pulled through again and shook up senses further.

Who are you? She thought.

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Bringing Officer Steve Lann and Chief of Police Sandy Burne, Jessica returned, but stood near this archway and longer handled the situation.

“You should challenge this forfeiture in court instead of harassing my officers, but otherwise? Fuck off.” Chief Burne revealed arrogance beyond words.

“Give back $10,000 and I'll disappear without fighting, but I just need to have my cousin out of jail.” Terry defended himself and continued recording the exchange after Burne caught Richmond's phone.

“Make a Xerox of this for me, Jess.” Chief handed Jessica over Terry's paperwork regarding the cash.

“Yes, Sir.” Not thinking twice, Jessica listened and headed toward this small printer, making an extra copy for records.

_____

Taking up space in the cramped room, Jessica found herself thinking again.

Joining that police department signaled various challenges, but this new case would tangle everything if Richmond brought out lawsuits.

Looking skyward, Jessica breathed and gathered that second copy as planned, walking right back toward the main zone of vintage precinct desks.

“Come back here on Monday morning and you'll see your cousin before the transfer starts.” Chief Burne updated Terry on his cousin Mike Simmons, who'd relocate to this state facility.

“Thank you.” Richmond nodded, grateful for this agreement as Jessica handed over the printout.

”Now fuck off.” Burne's accent pulled venom by Richmond once more.

“Yes, Sir.” Standing past disrespect, Richmond bid farewell to this place and would hopefully seek closure.

*******

The set deal failed. Richmond's chance blew out of nowhere when his cousin Mike died of countless injuries. Someone attacked from prison.

Enraged, Richmond took charge as a skilled Marine days later and defended himself against Burne's corrupt force. There's no other option.

Angry citizens even walked from shades to “help” the police officers, yet Richmond would still ground all without facing too much bloodshed.

As money returned, Jessica handcuffed Richmond and set his towered frame in that cruiser, but idiots kept yelling through frustration

“Line that motherfucker up!” One man heckled from the dirt plains.

“Don't get ignorant. This man is a veteran going through something difficult. We had a misunderstanding, but it's over. Now go about your business.” No longer hiding, Jessica corrected this group.

“Hey, thanks for that.” Terry's deep voice softened this time.

“It was for me, not you.” Jessica slammed the back door and rolled out, closing this battle.

******

Not long after Terry Richmond escaped Shelby Springs, resources dwindled and layoffs began, outright turning this department upside down.

Even Jessica struggled at times and news coverage swarmed Chief Burne on a regular basis, nearly waking the state altogether.

One day, her cell phone buzzed on the desk to signal this message.

Unknown: I'm sorry.

Terry Richmond offered kindness no matter what happened next.

Sims: I forgive you. Take care.

Slipping her response, Jessica settled in and continued working like nothing else took place.

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kathyprior4200 · 1 year ago

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Helluva Boss S2: E5: Unhappy Campers

Part One: Millie Finds Her Way

Blitzo shoved open the door to the I.M.P. office, a grumpy look on his face. His face was muddy and his clothes were dirty and torn, with lavender-colored leaves from bushes. Moxxie and Millie had been talking to a client at their desk when all three froze to stare at Blitzo.

“Sir, what happened to you?” Millie wondered out loud.

Blitzo slouched past the Hel-9000 fax machine printer and past the picture with a stick figure Blitzo with a gun and a pink pony.

Moxxie stood up. “Sir! There’s a client here who wants to…”

Blitzo ignored him and stomped straight into his office, slamming the door.

Millie chuckled nervously, turning to the visitor. “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

Their client was a tall aquatic sinner demon with a torn short white shirt and a green piece of a yin-yang symbol as a necklace. He had gray skin, finned fingers, and dark-teal long hair that looked like seaweed. He had dark long pants, dark shoes and his chest glowed teal blue and watery. One of his eyes glowed neon green, his teeth sharp. Formerly on Earth, he had been a regular man with white skin and long dark hair.

“Well, it’s just that I’m sure one of the other camp counselors killed me. I’m just not sure which one,” he said with a shrug, hands out.

“How could you not know?” Moxxie asked, raising an eyebrow.

The aquatic demon continued. “I was out on the lake when my boat started to sink. Someone had drilled holes in it. The counselors are the only ones with keys to the boathouse, and they’re the only ones who knew I couldn’t swim. It had to be them.”

“Hmm, we don’t typically do investigations,” said Moxxie, “I’ll have to check with the boss.”

Moxxie opened Blitzo’s door. “Uh, pardon moi, sir.”

Blitzo glared at Moxxie as he flipped through address files on a rotary.

“Not now, Mox.”

“Sir, there’s client that needs us to investigate his death and we don’t usually…”

“No tiiime,” Blitzo replied.

Moxxie rubbed his neck. “But sir, we really need the cashflow, and I was thinking maybe…”

“What part of ‘NO. FUCKING. TIIIIIME.’ do you not understand?!” Blitzo yelled, facing Moxxie. “Just handle it yourself.”

“You want me to lead? On a hit?”

Blitzo seethed and slammed his hands on the desk. “I swear on all that is evil, Mox, if you aren’t out of my office in negative three seconds…”

“Yooou GOT IT, SIR!”

Moxxie slammed the door and then turned back around to Millie and the client.

“We’ll take the case!” he beamed. “And I’ll be handling this investigation personally!” He jabbed a thumb to himself.

“Honey, are you sure? What about Blitz?” asked Millie, gesturing to the door.

“Honey, honey, please. Blitz put me in charge this time.”

“He did?!”

Moxxie narrowed his eyes and Millie quickly added, “Oh! I mean, he…HE DID!”

“Right!” said Moxxie to the client. “And this is going to be the cleanest, most well-prepped, most surgical hit we’ve ever had! Don’t worry, sir! We’ll find your killer and give him what’s coming to him. And/or her…or they.”

Moxxie and Millie later stood by a police investigation whiteboard where Moxxie had posted up pictures of fliers, boat outlines, and strings leading to different pictures around the white board and the walls. Moxxie peered closely at his work while holding an I.M.P. file folder. One flier had a picture of a magnifying glass and black footprints.

“Mox…” Millie began. “Are you sure this isn’t a little…much?”

“It’s my first lead, Mils, it has to be…perfect.” Moxxie said “perfect” in an accent. “Now in front of you, you’ll find a comprehensive guide to your cover persona. Memorize it, we’ve got a lot of work to do.”

They used the grimoire to make a portal to enter Earth.

0 0 0

Near a cabin in the woods, several kids were running around, laughing as they squirted each other with water guns. A fat boy walked holding a bag and wore the camp t-shirt with a “C” in a green triangle as the logo. Three preteen girls were sitting at a wooden picnic table. A camp counselor lady with brown hair stood wearing green shorts and a shirt with a whistle around her neck. On a wooden sign with wooden mountains on the top was “CAMP IVANNAKUMMORE.”

Millie and Moxxie stood off to the side with their human disguises. Moxxie wore a short dark blue tube top, torn pink pants, a heart collar, and magenta high boots. He had fake eyelashes and a wig of white ponytails covering his horns. Millie wore shoes, dark gray pants, fingerless gloves, a black shirt with a yellow lightning bolt and a circle on it, plus a wig of long dark hair and a yellow beanie hat.

“Okay, Millie, one last time for safety,” Moxxie said. He straightened up and pulled back his top, his claws covered by fake pink nails.

Moxxie spoke in a girly teenage voice, “I’m Moxxine, the hottest, most popular girl at my school, and you are?” He examined his nails.

Millie spoke in a low voice. “Your boyfriend Millerd, I like sports and fucking bitches!” Millie made thrusting movements.

“Hmm, you know these kids are a bit younger than I was expecting. Maybe lose that last part,” Moxxie mentioned.

“Check!” Millie said in her boyish voice.

“Alright, I think we’re ready,” said Moxxie.

“Hey, Mox!” Millie spoke, pointing ahead. “Check out that shady looking fella over there.”

Moxxie and Millie spied a blonde man with glasses glancing around by the log cabins. He side-walked near the bushes.

“I think that’s our guy.”

“Ahem, Millie,” said Moxxie in a girlish voice, “I hardly think pointing out the first guy you see is the proper way to conduct an…”

Millie peered through her binoculars. “No that’s definitely him. That bag’s full of money and drugs and what looks like a drill one would use to poke holes in a boat.”

Sure enough, the man scooped up the fallen money and needles and hurried off, a drill in his hand.

“But-but that’s all circumstantial at best! We need to methodically eliminate all suspects until we can be sure…”

“Now he’s looking around and heading into that locked boathouse we heard about!” Millie declared.

The man headed inside, peering around to make sure no one was there. Next to him were missing posters of the drowned counselor. “Missing: last seen next to the lake. If you have information please call (xxx) xxx-xxxx.” Another set of red eyes in the cabin glared outside.

“That would be the perfect place to…”

She glanced at Mox before sighing. “Fine, Mox, we’ll do it your way.”

Moxxie grinned. “With my sleuthing skills and your killer eye, we should have this wrapped up in no time. Now we just have to find the kids with the most influence.”

Moxxie spotted the three teen girls sitting at the picnic table.

“Oh, target acquired,” he said in a girly voice. He headed off.

The girl with long orange hair began, “So he snorted a whole line of ground up mints, and tried to convince us he was high. Can you even believe him?”

The girls laughed and Moxxie walked toward them.

“Ground up mints, you say? Derek must be a riot.”

“Who the fuck are you?” asked the leader girl.

“I’m Moxxine, the prettiest girl at my school. A more mature preteen who likes boys, hot cars, fancy jewelry…”

Another girl scoffed, “You call yourself the prettiest when you probably spent three years in a tanning bed.”

“It’s uh, natural?” Moxxie added.

“Yeah, you wish,” said the orange-haired girl. “That botch job looks like it cost five bucks in an alley behind Walmart.”

The other girls snickered.

“Have you seen anyone doing drugs around here?” Moxxie asked.

“Other than you maybe? I don’t think so,” said another girl.

“Get lost you fucking freak!” they all said, pointing off to the left. Moxxie slouched off.

Meanwhile, a volleyball rolled and stopped in front of Millie.

“Hey!” waved a blonde girl to Millie at a volleyball court near the lake.

Millie smiled and decided to play along. She carried the volleyball in her hands and headed down to the campers.

The girls at the picnic table watched as Millie passed the ball to her teammate, a dark-skinned boy.

“Oh my god! Who is that?!”

“Look how beautifully tan he is!” said the leader. The dark-skinned girl blew bubblegum and stood up to get a closer look.

“What?!” Moxxie called in disbelief.

The boy bounced the ball in the air.

“I got it!” called Millie in her boyish voice. She leaped into the air and spiked the ball over the net…

…hitting a blonde boy in the face and sending him crashing to the ground. Everyone gasped as the boy lay in a crumpled Yamcha-like pose in a cracked crater. The coach jumped from his stand and held the wounded boy in his arms.

“That was...” he began…

“…the best spike I’ve ever seen!” Tears were in his eyes.

The kids cheered and lifted Millie into the air.

“Please, I need medical attention…” the boy began.

“First Aid is for WINNERS!” the coach mocked.

All the girls admired Millie.

“Oh my god, he is so fucking HOT!” sighed the red-haired leader girl.

“Oh! Ya know he’s my boyfriend…” Moxxie began.

“FUCK OFF, TROLL!” another girl barked before the girls walked off.

Later, Millie happily leaped from a cliff and jumped from side to side onto wooden boards. She leaped onto a wooden high bar- twirled at rapid speed and shot into the air…

And in a fiery comet, smashed the blonde boy into the ground. Everyone cheered louder.

“Mox! Did you see? I broke the record on the course!”

“Mhmm. I saw.” Moxxie smiled forcefully.

“Can you believe this? Everyone LOVES me, they’re cheering, they even posted videos of me online! Look!”

Heart emojis popped up on her phone after the replay of Millie smashing the kid into the ground. Millie’s phone was red with flame designs on it.

A Millie icon appeared over the bold white lyrics as Millie sang karaoke style, amazed and also unsure of all the rockstar fame she was getting.

“EVERY DAY!

AS I WALK AROUND CAMP

ALL OF THESE GIRLS

FOLLOW ME AROUND

I DON’T KNOW WHY?

OR WHAT COULD IT BE???”

Millie smiled as she got into a group photo. The campers held out their phones for selfies around her. Millie danced with a girl with red hair.

A blonde girl came up close to Millie, wearing a cap with her face on it, a shirt with her face on it and a “MIL #1” orange cardboard glove showing a pointed finger on a hand.

“HEY MILLERD!

HAH!

WILL YOU TAKE A SELFIE WITH ME?!”

Her eyes bulged and her mouth foamed.

The crowd followed Millie and held up a banner that read “Millerd!” on it as they strolled by the cabins. One blonde boy replaced the American flag with a white flag with Millie’s disguised face on it. Millie posed on a picnic table.

“AH-WA-OH!

I’M A REGULAR JOE

AH-WA-OH!

I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW

AH-WA-OH!

I’M SIMPLE AND PLAIN…

WHY DO ALL THESE GIRLS

KEEP SCREAMING MY NAME???”

“MILLERD!”

Millie paddled a canoe and two girls stared admiringly at her. (Moxxie’s canoe tipped over and sunk).

“MILLERD?!”

“AH! MILLERD, I LOVE YOU!”

Millie led a hike and stood on a log, pointing forward. (Moxxie fell into a pit.)

Millie happily sat with two girls by a campfire. (Moxxie’s s’more stick caught on fire and he frantically smashed it around on the ground.)

Millie smiled as she wore gold sunglasses, a white Greek-style outfit and a golden laurel on her head. She relaxed on a lounge chair as girls fanned her with leaves. One fed her purple grapes.

“I’M SO ORDINARY

JUST A COMMON DUDE

BUT THEY’RE ALL UP IN MY DMS

THEY KEEP SENDING ME NUDES?!?”

Even the blonde naked man in the picture stretched out to kiss her, much to her disgust.

“I’M NOTHING SPECIAL

I’LL TELL YOU IT’S TRUE”

The comments appeared in the eight million + viewer video of Millie being awarded seven gold star medals, a trophy, and a Grammy award.

“I LOVE YOU MILLERD! <3”

“I’M NOT OKAY!”

(Flame emojis)

“OMG DESERVED”

“millerd is the best uwu”

“CLICK HERE FOR PRIZE scam.ly”

“I LOVE YOU”

“HE ATE!”

“Sub 2 my channel”

“Hermoso” (heart emoji)

“LOOK AT HIM”

“ILY MILLERD”

“he’s so hottt”

“I love him, I LOVE HIM”

“MILLERD: Sub 2 me pls”

“SLAY KING” (crown emoji)

The blonde super fan girl leaned over and yelled,

“BUT MILLERD, OVER HERE! I BAKED A CAKE FOR YOU!” She held a brown, orange, and white cake with a figure of Millie in her guy disguise on top.

Later as the sun set, an airplane flew overhead with a flag of Millie’s face on it. Her face was also on several blimps in the sky. With a microphone, Millie sang on stage under a large “MILLERD!” banner and more campers took selfies and videos on their phones.

“AH-WA-OH!

I’M A REGULAR JOE!

AH-WA-OH!

I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW!

I’M SO SIMPLE AND PLAIN

I WISH ALL THESE GIRLS…

WOULD STOP SCREAMING MY NAME!”

“OH MILLERD! LOVE YOU, MILLERD!” called the blonde fan girl.

Millie stood proudly on stage, glad to feel appreciated after feeling in competition with her brothers and sister.

0 0 0

TUESDAY: Moxxie climbed to the top of a pine tree, looking for the drug counselor through binoculars. He got hit with a volleyball and fell down from a tree.

WEDNESDAY: Millie led a team of campers canoeing across the lake. Moxxie searched for the suspect, wearing a mask and snorkel. Unfortunately, he got thrashed around by a shark similar to the one from the Harvest Moon Festival.

THURSDAY: Millie successfully shot her arrow through a red apple on a boy’s head as the sky turned a beautiful pink and purple. Moxxie peered through binoculars in a bush, dodging the arrow…but soon screamed as he was being attacked by a black angry bear.

FRIDAY: Posters were passed around, reading, “MILLERD: CAMP IVANNAKUMMORE, July 17th at 7PM.” The coach/lifeguard handed Millie the poster and he winked at her with a finger snap gesture. Millie beamed in excitement.

0 0 0

“OHH MOXXIE! THAT WAS SO FUN! No wonder you sing all the time!”

Millie twirled and laughed as she held a golden bouquet of white daisies in her hands.

“Not exactly a low profile…” Moxxie leaned against a cabin wall, eyes downcast.

“I know…but it’s kinda nice having people cheer for me for once, ya know? Instead of…”

She dramatically ripped the bouquet and opened her jaws, “…screaming in PAIN and HORROR!”

“Don’t forget what we’re here to do, Millie,” Moxxie reminded her, clapping a fist against his other hand.

“I haven’t. I’m just waitin’ until you’re ready. Have you been able to eliminate any suspects?”

“No.”

Millie held up two worn daggers. “If you want, we can off the guy right now! I think he’s alone in the cabin…”

She wandered forward.

“No!” Moxxie pulled her back. “I have to do this right.”

Moxxie swore under his breath as “BITCH” was spray-painted in black on his tent nearby.

0 0 0

Later that night by the campfire, Millie did an epic banjo solo. She leaped over the fire and posed on her knees as everyone cheered.

(EPIC BANJO SOLO)

(MILLERD IS REAL COOL)

(WOW, YOU GONNA CRY, MOXXINE? CRINGE.) (NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU, MOXXINE)

Moxxie raced off and cried in an outhouse. Millie walked in the dark to the outhouse. Moxxie pulled out stickers and thorns in his pants.

“Moxxie? You okay?”

“GO AWAY!” Moxxie sobbed.

“Moxxie, what’s going on?”

“I’ve been having the worst luck imaginable! First, I try to eliminate any suspects and make it a perfect methodical mission. But everything is going wrong. I can’t find the guy! And all the girls hate me…and they all love you!”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Moxxie cried.

“Hey, you’re the best assassin/musician/preteen girl I know,” Millie encouraged.

“And investigator?”

“And investigator.”

Millie reached through the crescent moon window and touched Moxxie’s nails. “I know it’s been tough. Just keep playing to your strengths.”

“Okay,” said Moxxie. “Thank you.” Moxxie came out of the outhouse, facing Millie. Millie smiled.

“I have good news! Look Mox!” She held the poster in her hands, showing it to him. “They want me to perform on stage tomorrow tonight for the local news! These videos have made me some kind of human celebrity!” A pink bird flew happily around Millie’s head. Millie then gasped as several red-eyed crows attacked Moxxie around his head. He swatted the cawing birds away until they flew off.

Moxxie’s anger and frustration finally bubbled to the surface. “I’ve heard enough from you! And I’ve had enough of this place! Most of all, the attention you’re getting all the time is annoying!”

“Mox, what are you talking about? There’s no reason to be jealous of me!”

“Well, I am, alright?!” Moxxie sobbed again. “Being the son of a mob boss, you get used to the attention. And instead of focusing on the mission, you get distracted by swooning fangirls and dance for views!”

“What?! I only let the mission go this long, so I could do it YOUR WAY!” Millie retorted. “We could’ve completed this mission faster if you had just listened to me and let me finish off the guy in the beginning!”

“It was my first lead mission! I wanted it to be perfect!” Moxxie spat back.

Millie stomped toward him. “Well don’t blame me for it! It doesn’t matter how many views I get. What matters is how I feel about myself!”

She wiped tears from her eyes. “And for once, I feel like I’m…I’m important! Like I’m someone to be proud of! Not just some country girl blending in with her siblings.”

She stomped forward. “And I had hoped that my husband would support me better HALF as much as I’ve supported HIM this week! I’m not just your momma, you know!”

“Millie…I didn’t mean…”

“SAVE IT, MOX! Finish the job, go home if you want, I’m having my moment to shine, with or without you!”

Millie raced off in the dark, the Millerd flier floating to the ground.

“Oh crumbs…”

0 0 0

Later that night, the same night Blitzo entered the human world…

Millie peered through the red curtains at the crowd cheering for her.

“You ready to go on, champ?” asked the coach/lifeguard, holding a clipboard and holding out his pen.

“I guess…”

“Great, now get out there and put Camp IVANNAKUMMORE on the MAP!”

He lowered his sunglasses over his eyes and posed. More campers and kids cheered, wearing merchandise shirts and hats. The blonde super fan girl held a sign that read “MARRY ME, MILLERD!”

Millie took a breath and stepped onto the stage. More fans cheered, two of them were crying and hugging each other, waving a Millerd flag. A cameraman stood near the top off to the side. Millie flinched as a spotlight shone on her.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls!” called a girlish voice. Moxxie rose up onto the stage from the floor and held a microphone. “ARE YOU READY FOR A SHOOOOOW?!”

The crowed booed and an African American girl yelled, “GET THE FUCK OFF THE STAGE!” Another girl flipped him the bird on both hands. Another yelled, “KILL YOURSELF, NERD!”

Moxxie continued. “I am very proud to introduce to you…someone with abilities never before seen on this Earth…”

Millie held her hands to her heart, smiling at Moxxie.

“Someone with the raw athletic skill of an Olympian…” Moxxie looked at her and smiled. “The voice of an angel…the acrobatic techniques of an indentured twelve-year old Russian ballerina…”

Millie waved her hands, saying “enough!”

“And a body that JUST. DOESN’T. QUIT.”

A few boys looked at each other, confused and disgusted at Moxxie’s butt.

Moxxie turned around and cleared his throat nervously. “The best and most supportive person I’ve ever known, and the love of my life. My wife…uhhhh boyfriend….Millerd!”

Millie sighed in relief as Moxxie headed her the microphone.

“Thank you,” said Millie.

“Knock’em dead, baby,” Moxxie grinned.

“Speaking of…” Millie added, as she spotted two figures heading toward a cabin with a bag.

“You sure?” Moxxie asked.

“Go get’em baby,” Millie smiled. They touched their heads and nuzzled.

Moxxie smiled as he pushed his way through the crowd, who glared at him. Millie did a Squidward/sexy look with her face and the crowd exploded with cheers. The show began.

Millie juggled four axes in her hands, much to the crowd’s amusement. She threw an ax into a target. Another ax hit a tree, which sent a beehive falling…

…into the blonde boy in the ground, who screamed in futility.

Millie then sat on a stool, holding a red triangular electric guitar in her hands. She began her song and stood up in a pose. She did a “rocker” hand signal as columns of sparks blasted upwards from the front of the stage.

Millie began her 80’s style rock anthem.

“OOOOH YOU’VE GOT THE POWER!

WAOOOOH!

OOOO! YOU’VE GOT THE POWER!”

Millie played a set of red drums, then yelled “YEAH!” as she strummed her guitar.

“A TALE AS OLD AS ROCK AND ROLL

WHEN YOU WIN, YOU’RE THE BEST

YOU WORK UNTIL YOU REACH THE GOAL FROM WITHIN

THAT’S THE TEST! WOAH! WOAH!

YOU FIGHT UNTIL YOU REACH THE TOP

TO RUB IT IN THEIR FACE! WOAH! WOAH!

YOU LOVE SO HARD, YOUR FLESH EXPLODES!

AND YOU WIN THE FUCKIN’ RAAAAAACE!”

She slammed the guitar down on the stage as white fireworks boomed.

She then spun black nun chucks in her hands.

“OOOOO! YOU’VE GOT THE POWER!”

Millie did a fighting pose as an explosion boomed behind her. A girl screamed as her hair caught on fire as the crowd did rocker signs and cheered.

“OOOOO! YOU’VE GOT THE POWER! WOOOAH!

“A HEAT SO HOT IT BURNS YOUR HOLE LIKE A FIRE WHEN YOU PEE!”

Millie breathed fire to light a torch and held a sword in her other hand. She swallowed the sword and it went down her throat point-first. She dropped her torch and dive-bombed into the crowd of kids. They all held her in the air as she strummed her guitar again.

“THE INNER FLAME INSIDE YOUR SOUL MAKES YOU CRY…VICTORY!

YOU FLEX YOUR CHEEKS UNTIL IT HURTS

YOU BUST OUT OF YOUR JEANS! WOAH! WOAH!

YOU BLOW YOUR LOAD ON ALL YOUR FOES!

AND DROWN OUT ALL THEIR SCREAMS!”

Millie jumped back on stage.

“OOOOH! YOU’VE GOT THE POWER!” Two streams of fire shot off to the left of Millie as she played. “WOAH!”

The coach smiled with his arms folded…until he got incinerated by the flames.

“OOOOH! YOU’VE GOT THE POWER! WOAH!”

More fireworks shot into the air and a red and yellow rocket flew off into the distance.

Millie smiled and posed on the stage, arms outstretched as the audience applauded. She bowed, before she saw Moxxie walk up to the stage, blood staining his wig. She walked over to him.

“Looks like you did it,” she said, referring to the death of the drug counselor killer.

“No…you did it,” Moxxie added, lifting her hands into his.

“I’m so proud of you, Millie,” Moxxie smiled. He looked to the side. “And I’m sorry I let you down.”

Millie picked him up in a hug and twirled him around. “Just don’t do it again, dummy!”

They kissed hard on stage until someone shouted, “Get a fucking room, high school sweethearts!”

Moxxie and Millie laughed and raced off into the bushes for some sexual privacy. The last thing they needed was to be infamous online for a scandalous public display of what many would assume to be incest.

0 0 0

Back at the I.M.P office, the whiteboard was covered in various drawings. “DIE” was written over a drawing of Loona killing the goat demon who had given her the shot at the vet’s office. “Days since last fuck up: 0” was written near small pony drawings. “Productivity brainstorm: CUM” was written off to the side.

“Gonna be honest, Moxxie,” said Blitzo, not too bad for your first solo mission.” He sipped hot coffee from a blood-stained white mug with “BOSS BITCH” on it.

Moxxie’s eyes sparkled and he gasped. “Reeeeally siiiir?”

“Nooo, no not really,” Blitzo deadpanned. “You’re a fucking disgrace.”

Moxxie slumped in disappointment as Millie glared at Blitzo. Loona was fast asleep on the table.

Part Two: Meet Barbie Wire

Back in the Sloth Ring, the sky a pale pink, Blitzo peered around a corner of the St. Ann’s (Satan��s) hospital. A thick canopy tree with giant yellow eyes in the leaves and a wavy purple trunk stood in the background. Seeing the coast was clear, he darted past a window. He wore his usual work outfit with a dark suit, dark boots and a torn dark blue cape trailing behind him. He raced across the grounds and climbed up a white downspout and inched his way, carefully sideways to the windows on the second floor. In the sky were floating trees on rocks and a few buildings. Blitzo peered inside and spotted silver Venus fly trap plants.

He lifted up the window, straining to get his horns through it…

“Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on…”

He rolled haphazardly inside…

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!”

…and landed on a heap on the tile floor. A poster with a happy cloud on it with a thumbs-up read “Enjoy your stay!” There was a nearby bookshelf, a pool table, a few red cloud-shaped couches, and Venus fly trap plants filled the room. Overhead was a chandelier of glowing lavender orbs, the lights producing a soothing atmosphere.

Blitzo was hoisting himself up when…

ZAP!

With a yell, the imp got tasered in the back. His butt stood up in the air.

“Well, if it isn’t the deadbeat,” scoffed a voice from behind him.

Blitzo stood up, brushing himself off. “Well, if it isn’t nurse pussy-face,” he responded.

The demon nurse stood with a hand on her hip, wearing a teal uniform. She had a nametag, and a pocket with the upside-down cross logo on it with a heart pencil and pen inside. She was heavyset, with floppy ears, pink skin, short dark hair and pointed black horns with white stripes. Her eyes were teal, her eyebrow thick and she had lipstick and a sideways mouth with sharp teeth. Like other denizens in Sloth, she had a candle at the top of her head and a pointed tail.

“You ain’t gettin’ in here,” she said to Blitzo, folding her arms. “How many times do I have to sodomize you with a taser before you take a hint?”

“As many as it takes to get me off, now enough with this foreplay, where’s Barb?”

“She checked out months ago, but that ain’t none of your business,” said the nurse.

“Wait, what?” Blitzo asked in shock. “How? This is…wh-where the fuck did she go?”

“Yeah, like I’m gonna tell you, ass clown,” she barked, holding up the taser in warning.

“You know I kill people for a living, right bitch?”

“Oh, I’m so FUCKIN’ scared,” she sarcastically responded.

“Ugh, fine,” Blitzo scoffed, stomping over toward the window.

“Blitz, she’s got a job now, a life,” mentioned the nurse. “Don’t fuck it up by finding her.”

Blitzo rolled his eyes as he climbed out the window. “Oh, that’s nice, why don’t you take that advice and shove it right between your pussy liiiipppps!”

Blitzo screamed as he fell to the ground. Amazingly, he survived.

0 0 0

Blitzo stomped in frustration into his office at I.M.P Headquarters, ignoring his employees. At his desk, Blitzo was talking on his cellphone and browsing on his red laptop. The logo on the laptop was a glowing white demon head. “RIDE ME” was written on Blitzo’s cellphone cover. There were two ads on the screen: one showed a pink succubus with her bare butt showing over blue flames. “Lusttinder (Tinder page for the Lust Ring, an app made by Asmodeus), “You’re right, your husband’s cock IS too small, find a bigger one NOW!"

And the other ad on Gaggle/Google: “CLICK ON THIS AD AND GET $100M! I’M NOT FUCKING WITH YOU DUDE, FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN JUST CLICK IT!”

Blitzo spotted Barbie Wire’s profile page. It had no profile picture and it read: “BARBIE WIRE: currently looking for work! Just got outta rehab. Previous Experience in a circus (performer). 217 followers. Barbie hasn’t posted recently. Experience: Acrobatics, Endurance, Stealth, Improv, Labor.”

“Why the fuck wouldn’t she tell you where she was going?! I mean did you even ask?! Wait hold on, I’m getting another call…hellooooo!” He paused. “Oh good, did you find…really? Where? Thanks, and I promise if we ever get a contract on your children, we’ll make it quick and painless…BYEEEE!”

Blitzo raced past his employees.

Meanwhile, In the Sloth Ring, Blitzo entered a room where pill bottles were stored on shelves. The wallpaper was pink and decorated with designs of hearts, pills, and health crosses. The double glass doors had a pill icon on them. The white-haired incubus was scrolling on his phone when Blitzo slipped up to the desk. He held out his phone with a picture of his sister on it.

“Hi, I’m looking for one of your employees. Her name is Barbie. Does she work here?”

“Wait, what? Who are you?” the incubus glared.

Blitzo grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

“Someone who’s gonna get reeeal creative if you don’t tell him what he wants!” Blitzo barked. He slapped the incubus on the face with his pointed tail. “Where is she, fucknut?”

Blitzo pressed harder. “I know you know! It only gets worse from here, asshole!”

The incubus raised his white hands. “Okay! Okay! She’s out on a pickup!”

Blitzo lowered him. “Where?”

“In the Lust Ring!”

So Blitzo traveled to the Lust Ring and slammed a smaller incubus against an alley wall. “Have a Robo Fizz personal companion!” was advertised on a flier. Another poster read in neon pink letters, “Welcome to the LUST RING! Have an eXXXtraordinary stay!”

“It’s here man, I swear!” cried the small incubus to Blitzo.

Blitzo raised his flintlock pistol threateningly and held it under his chin. “Open it!”

The long black-haired incubus raised his hands and pulled out a large crystal on a ring. It was a magical Asmodean crystal, used by succubi and incubi under Asmodeus to travel to Earth to torment humans. The incubus pointed the crystal and a diamond shimmering portal appeared to a forest on Earth.

“Thanks, chump,” Blitzo grinned. He tossed the incubus away (he fell into a dumpster) and jumped through the portal.

0 0 0

Moxxie peered over the bushes and spied on two figures entering the cabin and closing the door. Moxxie turned around and made his way through them. He stumbled downward and landed on…

“What in the…SIR?!”

…the back of his boss.

Blitzo shoved Moxxie off him.

“MOXXIE?! What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“Trying to finish the job you gave me,” Moxxie replied.

“Christ on a stick, you’re still working on that? It’s been like a fucking week. THIS is why I don’t trust you with dick, Mox,” Blitzo remarked.

Moxxie followed Blitzo and both of them snuck up to the cabin. They pressed their back against the wall.

“And what exactly are you doing here, sir?”

“Apparently helping finish your botched job,” Blitzo glared. “But mostly I’m looking for my sister…”

Knowing the killer camp counselor lurked inside, Blitzo kicked down the door. There was a small green boat in the middle of the water. Near the “Missing” fliers were packs of drugs stacked on top of each other off to the side. Sunlight shone through the holes in a cloth over an opening.

Sure enough, the counselor was there, looking like a surprised innocent white nerd. He had dirty blonde short hair, glasses, a small beard, and wore a camp cap, brown shorts, brown boots, and a green shirt.

But he was not alone. A slender woman stood behind him, wearing a short torn black sleeveless jacket and a torn dress with red and white stripes on it. She wore dark tall boots and a gold watch on her right wrist. Her fingers were claws and some white lines and Xs scarred her light brown arms. The woman’s hair was a reddish brown with two large ponytails that curled inward like horns. Blitzo spotted the black Mammon circus mark on her forehead, crossed out by a white X. It was the same mark that Blitzo, Fizzarolli and his family had on their foreheads.

As soon as he spotted the crossed-out mark, he knew who it was.

“BARBIE?!” Blitzo asked in shock.

“BLITZ?!” Barbie Wire cried, equally surprised.

“You know her?” Moxxie asked.

“Do I know her? That’s my sister, fuckface!” Blitzo replied.

“What the fuck are you doing here, shithead?!” Barbie barked.

“I should be asking you the same thing!” Blitzo fired back. “You check yourself out of rehab, no call, no note…and I have to track you down to this shithole with…” he paused, looking at the man. “…who the fuck is this?”

Barbie put a hand over his face. “No one, he works for me. And who’s the little twink here?” She looked at Moxxie.

Blitzo covered Moxxie’s face with his hand. “No one…he works for me.”

“Sir! That guy’s the target!” Moxxie called.

Blitzo smirked and folded his arms. “Oh shit, Barb! Looks like your little boy toy got himself into some trouble.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” Barbie asked.

“He killed our client and now our client wants to kill him back,” Moxxie explained. Blitzo nodded.

Barbie turned to the man in anger. “You fucking WHAT?!”

The man shrugged. “He found out about your drugs.”

Barbie waved a hand. “I don’t want to fucking hear it, kid!” She turned to Blitzo and Moxxie, pointing. “Look, you’re not killing my supplier!”

Blitzo put a hand to his head. “Oh fuck…supplier of what? You’re not back on that H-8 are you?” Blitzo pointed an accusing finger. Moxxie pulled out a worn dagger.

Barbie rolled her eyes. “FUCK NO, it’s just heroin!”

“Oh thank, Satan,” Blitzo sighed. “So now you’re peddling heroin? What’s the point? That shit barely gets rid of a headache.”

The three individuals stepped closer toward the middle of the space, save for the man who hid behind the drugs.

“It’s honest work, okay?” Barbie said. “And I thought it would be sure to keep me as far away from you as possible.”

Moxxie waved his knife. “And you teamed up with genius here because…?”

“Do you have any idea how easy teenage humans are to manipulate?” Barbie smirked, mentioning to her partner.

“Heeey! No, I’m not!” the man protested.

Barbie turned to him, widening her eyes. She moved her butt seductively, showing her black underwear, and spoke in a babyish voice.

“Oh Jimmy-wimmy, can you pwease keep loading up deez druggie-wuggies for me?”

Jimmy blushed, raising his eyebrows. “Heh, sure Barb. Whatever you say.”

“Sir…” Moxxie fumed to Blitzo. “I’ve spent a week on this…” He held up his knife. “I’m finishing it, one way or another…”

Barbie stepped forward, sharp teeth bared, her eyes briefly glowing white. “DON’T YOU DARE!”

The four of them then got into a brawl. After briefly noticing the fireworks outside, Moxxie growled and leaped toward Jimmy with his weapon. Jimmy flinched as Moxxie was thrown into the water by Barbie’s long pointed tail. Barbie pressed a button on her Asmodean Crystal and she morphed into her demon imp form. Her skin was red and her horns were black and curved with small white stripes.

“Come on Blitzo,” she mocked, using the “o” in his name on purpose to annoy him, “…Haven’t you fucked my life up enough already?!”

Moxxie reached out a hand and crawled out of the water toward Jimmy. Barbie pulled him back with her tail and he fell into her. He landed some fists near her face. The frightened Jimmy hoped over the drugs and raced toward the door. He frantically pulled on the knot holding the cloth and flinched back as Moxxie’s dagger hit the spot where he had been.

Barbie was chocking Moxxie and Blitzo was choking Barbie as they struggled to free themselves. Moxxie fell to the ground and Barbie held him down with a hand. She punched his head before Blitzo removed her hand. Moxxie crawled away from Barbie and raced toward Jimmy. He leaped off the boat and lunged for him. He punched him in the face before Barbie raced over and attempted to start the boat. Moxxie knocked her off to the side and moved Jimmy’s head toward the deadly motor blades of the boat. Barbie knocked Moxxie down with a hard punch to his head. Blitzo retaliated by pulling his sister up in a headlock.

Moxxie attempted to catch Jimmy again, the man screaming in fear. Barbie tackled Moxxie to the ground in midair. Moxxie stood up, accidentally stepping onto Blitzo’s head. Barbie leaned back and pulled hard at Moxxie’s wig. Jimmy shivered with fear further back. Blitzo’s eyes were swollen and he took tired breaths. Moxxie choked Jimmy again as Barbie growled and jabbed him in the face with her elbow. Eventually, Moxxie was thrown against the wall, eye makeup melting around his eyes. He pulled his knife from the wall and stalked toward Jimmy once again, teeth barred. As Jimmy stepped back, Barbie cut in front of Moxxie, landing punches of her own while dodging his knife. She also shoved Jimmy aside. She punched Moxxie in the face, holding his wrist and he jabbed her in the abdomen. The knife fell and he grabbed it. Moxxie was about to grab him when Barbie tackled him from behind. Barbie held Moxxie down as Blitzo shoved Jimmy into the water.

Not too long after, Barbie choked Blitzo near the steps. Moxxie had a cut on his forehead, staring with menace at Jimmy. With a bloodied mouth, Jimmy pleaded for mercy. Barbie tackled Moxxie again before he could reach him. All three imps growled and tugged at each other, while Jimmy crept up the steps. He grabbed a package of heroin and threw it into the imps. Their eyes turned black and they roared primal roars. Jimmy stood on the boat in fear. In a split second he spotted the firework rocket heading toward him through a window…

BOOM!

Jimmy’s head exploded and the imps got rained in blood.

“SATAN FUCKING DAMMIT!” Barbie bellowed in rage. “Thanks a lot, Blitzo, I’m out of a job! FUCK!”

She stomped off.

“Barb, wait!” Blitzo cried, wanting to make amends. “I want to help you…let me help you. Please? You’re clean now, right? Let’s grab dinner, we’ll catch up and we’ll talk about…”

Barbie let out a forced laugh and turned back to her brother. “You don’t fucking GET IT!” She jabbed her finger into his chest. “Just cause I’m outta rehab, doesn’t mean I wanna see you. I NEVER WANNA see you EVER!”

Barbie marched off and pressed her Asmodean Crystal. A shimmering diamond portal appeared, leading back to the Sloth Ring. She stepped through it and peered out.

“Next time you wanna find me Blitzo…DON’T!”

She vanished and the portal closed. Blitzo stood heartbroken and Moxxie had his head in his hands. Blood covered the floors, walls, and the imps. Blitzo couldn’t believe after all the time he spent searching for her, she had vanished again. What had he done to hurt her so horribly?

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Banner Printing Services Toogabbie- A Guide To Claim Customize Banner Printing Services

Banner Printing Services Toogabbie are business owners who want to expand and change to fit pressing customer needs as well as create new products that can enable customers to travel in different ways. With our Banner Printer Shop, you will understand how to concentrate on expenses, get more efficient, and enhance workflow by applying technology that will enable them to simplify and streamline operations. And many are looking for printing services near me to be socially conscious for the sake of their clients, their brands, and—at last—profits.

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DTF Near Me: Discover the Best Direct-to-Film Printing Services in Your Area

When it comes to high-quality custom printing, Direct-to-Film (DTF) printing has emerged as one of the most sought-after technologies. If you're searching for DTF near me, you're likely looking for a service that offers vibrant, durable, and intricate prints on various materials. DTF printing has quickly become a game-changer in the custom apparel, merchandise, and promotional products industries, offering exceptional results with ease. Whether you're looking to personalize t-shirts, hats, bags, or other items, finding the right DTF printing service close to you can help elevate your brand or personal project.

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Engage private digital printing company to get quality printing at cheaper rates

Digital printing is most used by government and private organizations when they need printing tasks done. Digital printing is much sought after because of its ease making tasks look small in spite of size. Bulk work can be done in real quick time compared to conventional printing by typewriters or printing presses.

Read more:- Advantages of t-shirt printing for commercial businesses

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Best Silkscreen & Embroidery Services in London

Discover the Best Silkscreen Printers Near You & Embroidery Services in London

In today's fast-paced world of fashion, branding, and personalized items, finding high-quality Silkscreen Printers near me and reliable Embroidery Services is essential. Whether you’re a business looking to brand merchandise or an individual seeking customized gifts, selecting the right service provider makes all the difference. EmbroideryLondon is increasingly popular due to the city's rich tapestry of creative services, making it easier than ever to access bespoke designs. In this blog, we’ll explore the benefits of these services, what to look for when choosing a provider, and how London offers a vast range of possibilities for embroidery enthusiasts and business owners alike.

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Before diving into the specifics of Silkscreen Printers near me, it’s important to understand what silkscreen printing entails. This traditional method of printing involves using a mesh screen to transfer ink onto various surfaces, such as fabric, paper, or wood. It’s often chosen for its vibrant, durable results, making it an excellent choice for customized apparel, promotional items, and artwork.

Silkscreen printing stands out because of its ability to produce designs with high color saturation and excellent detail. From intricate logos to bold lettering, silkscreen printing delivers professional results. The versatility of this technique allows for printing on various materials, from T-shirts to posters, creating a consistent finish every time.

Why Choose Silkscreen Printers Near Me?

If you’ve ever searched for Silkscreen Printers near me, you’ll likely notice the abundance of options available. However, choosing a local provider has many advantages. Let’s explore the reasons why opting for local silkscreen printers can be the best decision for your project:

Faster Turnaround: When working with local silkscreen printers, the proximity allows for quicker communication and easier collaboration. Whether you need to discuss design changes or check on the progress of your order, working with a nearby provider ensures a smoother, faster process.

Support Local Businesses: By choosing silkscreen printers near me, you’re contributing to the local economy, helping small businesses thrive. Many local printers also offer a personal touch, prioritizing customer satisfaction and taking pride in their craftsmanship.

Cost-Effective: Using local printers can save you money on shipping costs and potential delays. Additionally, you can avoid miscommunication or mistakes that might arise when dealing with distant or international companies.

Environmentally Friendly: Sourcing printing services locally reduces the need for excessive shipping, thereby lowering your carbon footprint. Many local providers also use eco-friendly inks and materials, further minimizing environmental impact.

Better Quality Control: With local silkscreen printers, it’s easier to visit the shop and review samples or ensure that the final product meets your expectations. Being able to physically inspect the work before it’s completed reduces the chances of errors or dissatisfaction.

Embroidery Services: A Timeless Craft

While silkscreen printing offers vivid, detailed designs, embroidery is a time-honored craft known for its elegance and durability. From uniforms to hats, embroidery adds a touch of professionalism and texture to any garment. If you’re searching for Embroidery Services or Embroidery London, you’ll be happy to know that embroidery offers a host of benefits:

Durability: Unlike printed designs that may fade or peel over time, embroidered designs are stitched into the fabric, making them highly durable. This makes embroidery ideal for items that will undergo frequent wear and washing, such as work uniforms or sportswear.

Professional Look: Embroidered logos and text exude a sense of professionalism. Many companies choose embroidery services for their staff uniforms to create a polished, cohesive look. This makes embroidery the go-to choice for businesses wanting to present a strong brand image.

Versatile Applications: Embroidery services can be applied to a wide range of items, including shirts, jackets, bags, and even caps. This versatility makes it a popular choice for businesses looking to promote their brand or individuals seeking unique, customized gifts.

Customization: Whether you want intricate details or a simple logo, embroidery services allow for various customization options. By working with experienced providers, you can achieve exactly the look you envision.

Embroidery in London: A Hub of Creativity

London is renowned for its creativity and innovation in the world of fashion and design, and Embroidery London is no exception. Whether you’re a business looking to brand merchandise or a fashion enthusiast seeking personalized garments, the city offers a wealth of embroidery services to meet your needs. But with so many providers, how do you choose the best one?

What to Look for in Embroidery Services in London:

Experience: Look for providers with a solid track record of success. Whether it’s for a corporate event or personal project, you want to work with embroidery services that have experience working with a variety of materials and designs.

Customization Options: Different projects require different techniques, so it’s essential to find embroidery services in London that can accommodate your specific needs. Whether you need bespoke designs or high-volume orders, a good embroidery service should be flexible and able to meet your demands.

Quality of Materials: The quality of thread and fabric used in embroidery can significantly impact the final product. When searching for Embroidery London services, inquire about the materials they use to ensure that you’re getting the best quality.

Customer Reviews: Research customer feedback to gauge the reputation of the embroidery service provider. Positive reviews are often a good indicator of reliability, professionalism, and quality.

Turnaround Time: Depending on the scale of your project, you may need a fast turnaround. Discuss timelines upfront with the embroidery provider to ensure they can meet your deadlines without compromising quality.

Combining Silkscreen Printing and Embroidery

One of the best ways to achieve a unique, professional look is by combining silkscreen printing and embroidery services. Many businesses and individuals opt to blend these two techniques to create visually striking garments and promotional items.

For example, you might choose to have a bold design silkscreened onto a T-shirt while adding embroidered details for a textured, dynamic look. This combination allows for endless creativity and can elevate the overall aesthetic of your project.

Conclusion

When searching for Silkscreen Printers near me, Embroidery Services, or EmbroideryLondon, the key is to choose a provider that offers high-quality work, reliable customer service, and the ability to customize your project to perfection. By working with experienced local providers, you can enjoy faster turnaround times, cost savings, and the assurance of supporting local businesses.

London is a hub for creativity, and whether you’re an individual looking for personalized items or a business aiming to boost its brand, the city offers a wealth of services to meet your needs. So the next time you need custom apparel, promotional merchandise, or corporate uniforms, consider the benefits of silkscreen printing and embroidery services to bring your vision to life

What is Silkscreen Printing?

Why Choose Silkscreen Printers Near Me?

Embroidery Services: A Timeless Craft

Embroidery in London: A Hub of Creativity

What to Look for in Embroidery Services in London:

Customer Reviews: Research customer feedback to gauge the reputation of the embroidery service provider. Positive reviews are often a good indicator of reliability, professionalism, and quality.

Combining Silkscreen Printing and Embroidery

Conclusion

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