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Can you do 27 and 2 reader giving birth to Daisy Butler?
Thank you so much for the request darling!
disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about pregnancy, please forgive me for any inaccuracies!
2.) “I blame you for this.”
27.) “Hold my hand?”
You let out a cry of pain as yet another contraction rippled through you, the doctors and nurses surrounding you urging you to push!
But there was only one person in the room whose presence you really cared about, and he was standing right next to you as he had been for the past hour, whispering encouragement in your ear.
“I blame you for this,” you panted, as you had several times throughout your labor so far.
Austin only nodded in agreement, “That’s totally fair, baby, but you’re doing so, so well. Do you need more ice?” He held up the styrofoam cup filled with slightly melted ice chips, and you shook your head, groaning as more contractions hit.
You met Austin’s eyes, letting some of the fear you felt shine through. “Hold my hand?” you said softly.
“Of course, honey, of course.” Austin took your hand, gripping it tight in an attempt to distract you from the pain. You’re sure you were crushing his hand as you continued to push, but if it caused him any discomfort, Austin didn’t say a word.
Several hours later, you finally, finally, heard the tiny cries that meant your daughter had entered the world.
Tears pricked at your eyes as the doctors handed her to you, and you held your daughter in your arms for the very first time. You marveled at how tiny she was, how fragile. Taking in her features as you held her to your chest, you noted that she had Austin’s eyes, right down to the joyful sparkle in them, and his dirty blond hair.
“Hi, sweetheart,” you whispered, “Welcome to the world.”
You beamed up at Austin, who also had tears welling up in his eyes. He was speechless, glancing between you and the infant in your arms.
“Congratulations, Mom and Dad! Have you two thought about names?” A nurse asked.
You and Austin had gone back and forth for weeks once you found out you were going to have a girl, and eventually you had settled on:
“Daisy Lori Butler.”
You nodded towards Daisy burbling in your arms, smiling up at your husband. “You wanna hold her?”
He nodded, and you carefully transferred her to his arms. He moved slowly, like he was afraid she would break at any moment, and smiled down at her with a look of wonder on his face.
“Hi there, Daisy,” he whispered, and you could tell he was holding back tears, “I’m your dad.”
You yourself were holding back tears at the sight of your favorite person in the world holding what was now your other favorite person in the world. After several minutes, she began to whine, and he transferred her back to you, where she calmed down once she was back against your chest.
Austin carefully perched next to you on the edge of the bed, placing one arm around your shoulders and the other around your arms supporting Daisy. He pressed a kiss to your head, and murmured into your hair, “I love you so, so much.”
“I love you, too,” you smiled up at him, voice thick with tears, eyes heavy from the physical and emotional toll the day had taken, then corrected yourself. “We love you.”
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YIPPEE also: i forgot to mention these two in my list of Music Mary Introduced Norman To (iirc it was elton john, fleetwood mac, and billy joel) but. she strikes me as the type to listen to cyndi lauper and kate bush. this definitely isn’t a prompt i just felt the need to bring it up
i have. a few headcanons but i dont wanna flood your inbox so im just gonna rattle off as many of em as i can :D👍
norman derives a lot of comfort from stuffed animals but since getting back from the institution he’s become really embarrassed about it
he has a pretty limited range of safe foods because either Taste Bad or Texture Bad. usually Texture Bad
he’s really warm. he doesn’t notice it, but whenever mary hugs him or something she’s like “holy shit you’re cozy”
tbh. i feel like norman forgets to eat pretty often. partly because sometimes he just… doesn’t realize when he’s hungry until it starts to Feel Really Bad
now that ive written these i am hella curious as to your thoughts on ‘em! again they’re not quite prompts but they can def be fodder for something!
I LOVE ALL OF THESE!! Also don’t u dare be afraid of flooding my inbox, I WISH my Inbox was flooded.
I can imagine the institution really did it’s best to just crush any decent coping mechanisms Norman had. They probably thought it would help him “grow up” or deter his age regression (I know that’s only technically canon to the book, but Tony performs those parts even when it’s not necessarily in the script. He’s so good at knowing when to put Norman in a childlike mindset). Suggestion: Modern AU where Mary takes Norman to Build-A-Bear?
The thing that’s so funny to me about Norman’s horrendous eating habits is that Tony was JUST AS BAD 💀 his milk drinking was fucking infamous. He lived on grilled cheese sandwiches and chocolate junket pudding. He adored hamburgers and literally has multiple quotes saying “I was trying to listen to this director/someone who was speaking to me, but I was sooooo hungry I wanted a cheeseburger SOOOOOO bad 😫”. They both love to eat garbage basically, and u know what? Slay.
And now I’m like really thinking about the stuff Norman eats and Jesus Christ. it really is just candy corn, fried chicken steak, grilled cheese sandwiches, peanut butter, milk… like… girl … EAT A REAL MEAL 💀💥 even when he DOES remember to eat, he’s just eating the most horrendous crap. No wonder he doesn’t put on weight, he’s eating like.. styrofoam.
Also the Kate Bush fan hc for Mary is SO real. I bet she likes The Police too I can totally imagine her and Norman jamming out to some of their tracks.
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Chapter 1: Communicating
|Series Masterlist|•|Main Masterlist|
Summary: You find a way to talk to Bucky.
Word Count: 1,054
Warnings: Like 2-3 swear words, Reader is a clumsy idiot.
Y/N's POV:
With the music playing softly in the background, he twirled you around and brought you in closer. Your cheek nuzzled against his, the light stubble on his face rubbing against you just right.
"Mm, love you sweet girl." he said
You smiled, quite sure your cheeks were reddening.
"Love you too Bucky."
His cerulean blue eyes looked into yours and his lips were slowly making their way to yours and-
"y/n? Earth to y/n?" You heard a familiar voice say.
Wanda
"Mhm?" You said, still slightly in a daze. Maybe you were hoping you could continue your daydream and finish it…even though that never actually works.
"Were you daydreaming about Buc-?"
"SHHH! Wanda don't be so loud he might hear you." You whispered, heart rate slightly elevated.
"Oh relax, he's all the way in the front of the office he won't hear a thing. Besides, I wanna know what you were dreaming about." She said in a teasing manner.
Wanda knew all about your huge crush on the man who worked in your office. Bucky Barnes. I mean who could blame you though? He was just so…
Amazing, handsome, kind, smart, perfect..
"There's nothing to know Wan, let's just get back to work." You whispered, urging the red-head to drop it so you both could go back to your work.
"C'monn, entertain me a bit. I'm bored."
"Well then if you're so bored then here, do some of these spreadsheets for me while I get us some coffee, kay?"
She faked an offended gasp while taking the spreadsheet and you heard her whisper something about not having any fun.
You went up to the coffee machine and took out two of the styrofoam cups. While you were filling up Wanda's cup you felt someone tap your shoulder.
"Hey y/n." Bucky said
Wait-
Bucky said?
Oh shit-
Act normal- act normal- act normal-
"Uh- oh h-hey Buck..y."
Why did I just attempt to call him Buck? Jesus, don't give his nickname a nickname ya goof.
"You uhm- you okay y/n?" He said, his brows furrowing a bit.
"Y-yeah completely! Nothing wrong here, I'm definitely ok?"
Complete lies
"Why is something wrong..with you?"
"No, no nothing wrong here it's just you're kind of uhm..overfilling the cup?" He said with a look of concern and confusion in his eyes.
"Huh- uh, oh. OH. OH CRAP." You must have held the cup to the machine too long, it started overflowing but not by much. Enough to make a small spill at most.
"Here uhm, you'll probably need these." He offered you some bounty tissues from the counter and you gratefully accepted it. You whispered a small thanks, completely embarrassed by your idiotic actions. He gave you a smile and said goodbye, walking back to his cubicle.
After cleaning up you quickly speed walked back to yours and Wanda's two-person cubicle (yeah you two specifically asked for that section) and handed her the cup. You flopped down on the chair after and laid your head on your desk.
"Aw, what's wrong dragã?" She said, letting some Romanian slip out.
"Ugh I totally just embarrassed myself in front of Bucky, like really embarrassed myself. My god he probably thinks I'm a blabbering idiot who can't function normally." You said defeatedly.
"But aren't you?" She said in a joking manner.
"Shut up!" You pouted.
"Why can't I talk to Bucky the way you talk to Vision?"
"Because Vision and I are married, I have no reason to be nervous." She giggled at your silly question.
"But before..you never got nervous before?"
"Well sure, but Vision and I knew each other a long time before we really started to fall for each other..so I guess that made it easier to talk to him."
"I just wish I could talk to him..let him know how I feel. I'm sick of not being able to have a normal conversation with him." You groaned.
"Well maybe you should find another way to communicate with him." She suggested.
"Like what?" You said, intrigued.
"Text?"
"I don't have his number."
"Uhmm..maybe leave notes at his desk?"
"Ew. No, that's weird."
"Well maybe you could write to him?"
"Write to him? Like, as in a letter?"
"Yeah! Remember in school when we had those poetry competitions?"
"Yeahhh…?"
"Write poetry to him!"
"Wanda- no."
"Why notttt? It'd be so romantic!" She said while spinning in her chair.
"Well- I- ugh I don't know?"
"Exactly, you don't have a good reason to say no. You should totally do it! You both live in the same apartment anyway..when you write it just leave it in the mailbox and say it's addressed to him. You can even be all anonymous and stuff." She said, giggling like a mad woman at her insane ideas.
"Alright then…I'll do it if you bake me some of that banana bread again." You said, mouth watering at the thought of Wanda's banana bread.
It tastes so damn good.
"You and Vis are obsessed with that banana bread. But fine, I'll bake it if you write the letter." She smirked.
"Ok, deal." You said, shaking her hand.
"Alrighty, well let's go!"
"Go where-?"
"It's 5:00, work hours are over." She said, showing you the time.
"Oh, that went by fast." You chuckled and got out of your seat. You both gathered your things and left the office.
You both walked your separate ways and when you got to your apartment you pretty much flopped on your couch for 5 minutes without moving a muscle.
People really underestimate how hard office work actually is.
After taking a nice warm shower and eating some of y/f/f (your favorite food), you brought out some paper and a pen. You kept thinking and thinking about what to write. There were so many endless possibilities, you wanted to write everything about him down on this small piece of paper. But everything perfect about him just couldn't fit.
Sighing you put the pen down and decided to just read for a minute.
Don't rush it y/n, remember how you used to do this before.
After thinking about it you had an idea of what to write, you smiled..picking up your pen and started writing.
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Brother's Best Friend | Reno One shot
{Edit made by me. Pics found on Google. I do NOT take credit for the pics used} MINORS DNI !!!! 18+ ADULT CONTENT AHEAD ! BBF!Reno x Reader. Reader is Tseng's little sister (in her 20s a bit younger than Reno). Teasing. Cocky Reno. Dirty talk. Oral sex (male receiving). Making out/Kissing. Dry humping. Hair pulling. Fingering. Soft touches. Secret relationship. Possessive Reno. Getting caught. Modern AU Hella mad Reno vibe Taglist: @electric-turks - for you lovey since I told you I'd make it up to you <3 @hauntedadagium @gabrielasalazar18 @little-leeu @mandysfanfics @thithesandofferings
Finally, it was time for break from your college classes. You pulled your phone out and clicked your brother, Tseng's picture, and placed your phone up to your ear while holding your bag close. When your older brother answered you could hear another guy in the background yelling along with the clacking of controller buttons. He must be gaming with Reno. "Hey, sis. You ready for us to come pick you up?" You bit back a laugh as you heard your brother grunting as he button mashed his controller, curse words spilling from his lips. "Yeah. I just got out of my last class. So... How long is Reno gonna be hanging out?" "Why you ask? He's also living here now. He moved in a couple months ago. Remember?" You felt your cheeks redden cause you of course didn't. "Of course, you don't cause as soon as I say his name you freeze. Thought you'd be over your crush by now." "Tseng!" You wanted to dig a hole and bury yourself in it. Did he really have to say these things when Reno was sitting right there beside him?! "What?" He chuckled. "We'll be there in about twenty minutes so pack as much as you need." You could hear Reno chuckling in the background. " See you guys." You let out a sigh after hanging up your phone and slid it into your bag. After changing into your short shorts, tank top, and sneakers and making sure you had everything you needed you walked outside and locked your door to wait since they'd be there shortly. You smiled as Tseng pulled up, motioning for you to hurry into the car. Your cheeks warmed as Reno looked back with a smirk before looking forward again. Great. You're going to be staying the week with your brother and going to be sexually frustrated because how the hell did he get hotter? Tseng stopped at a restaurant and ordered some take-out while you and Reno stayed in the car. You could feel the tension in the air as he turned and stared at you again. His blue-green eyes scan you up and down. You couldn't help but let out a shaky breath and push your thighs together. Thank the Gods above that the orders didn't take too long. Tseng returned and handed Reno the bags of food to hold on the way home. You glanced over at Reno who was staring at you through the rearview mirror like he was undressing you with his eyes. Your blood felt like it was on fire and you felt as if you were sweating. As soon as you made it to Tseng's he showed you where you would be sleeping. Reno had offered to take the couch and you would be taking his bed. During dinner, all you could think of was sleeping in Reno's bed. His scent surrounding you while you slept... if you could even sleep. Tseng noticed you were zoned out and waved a hand in front of your face causing you to almost throw your styrofoam plate full of food. He chuckled and shook his head as he went back to the movie at hand. "Shit. Tseng, we forgot the alcohol. Wanna run to the store? I'll pay for the drinks." Reno reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet then pulled out the cash. 'Please say no. Please so no.' "Yeah, sure thing. Shouldn't take long." Tseng stood and pushed the cash into his pocket before grabbing the keys and heading out the door. You could hear your blood rushing through your veins as the deafening thumping of your heart sounded in your ears. Your cheeks were hot and you could feel your slick sticking to you in your underwear as Reno leaned forward and placed his food down and grabbed yours. You swallowed hard as he leaned back and turned to face you. "Why shy all of a sudden, kitten? So how long have you had a crush on me?" He raised a brow, a smirk on his lips as you looked at him. Your breath getting caught in your throat. "I-I um. I-I've liked you since the day we met. And now it's worse." You stammered out. "It got worse, huh? You mean like when you...
clenched your thighs together?" He leaned in, resting his head against yours as his fingers ran up and down the exposed part of your thigh. "Yes." You breathed out. "How about you show me how much. Tseng's not gonna be back for about thirty minutes." You let out a whine as he started kissing and nipping at your neck while his hand gripped your leg. "Fuck... Reno.." You gripped his wrist softly, moaning as he moved the hand to settle between your legs. Your eyes fluttered closed and your head leaned back as he began to rub your clit through the thin fabric of your shorts and undies, your legs spreading for him. Reno chuckled and moved to press his lips to yours. You nipped at his bottom lip, sliding your tongue into his mouth as he slipped his hand into your shorts and underwear. "God damn you're so fucking wet. I turn you on this much?" You nodded as he looked into your eyes, his fingers rubbing slowly around your clit. "Reno. It feels so good. Ha... Please. Don't stop." "Come here." He pulled you into his lap and pressed his lips to yours. You could feel his erection straining against his basketball shorts when he pulled your hips down against his while rocking up into you. He moaned into the kiss as your fingers snaked into his firey red hair. You smirked into the kiss as you ground down harder making him stutter, his back arching as he threw his head back and eyes screwed shut. You rested your hands on his chest as you let out a whimper, the feeling of his erection rubbing against your clit making you shake. Reno growled and moved to where you were under him. His long slender fingers were quick to remove your undies and shorts in one quick motion as he pushed his shorts down letting his cock free. He smirked and leaned forward kissing you again before moving down to settle between your legs, his tongue swiping up your folds and mouth closing around your clit. You felt panic at the thought of Tseng walking in on reno holding your legs up and his face buried between your legs. You tried pushing his head away but Reno just smirked and licked your clit harder and faster while looking up at you through his lashes. A cry of pleasure escaped you as he licked the right spot on your clit and made your back lift off the couch. You couldn't last any longer as you began to shake and panting. The knot that was building snapped as he shoved his tongue into you while spreading your pussy open with his thumb. All you could do was moan and ramble on about how good it felt as he tongue fucked you. He chuckled and crawled up pressing his lips to yours while his cock twitched against your sensitive core making you jolt slightly. Before he could slide into you you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him back. He sat up on his elbows as you got into the floor and between his legs, his brows flicking up as he stuck his tongue out slightly, his tongue ring sticking out as he bit his tongue softly. You grinned up at him, pushing your tongue flat against the underside of his shaft and licking up slowly. Reno let out a shudder when you got to the top and took him in your mouth. "Oh, fuck. Just like that." You moaned around him and bobbed your head up and down, using your hand on whatever you couldn't fit into your mouth. "My fucking god, Y/N." He looked down at you with hooded eyes as he placed his hand on your head. "Reno..." You looked up at him while stroking his lowly. "I want you inside of me. Please take me." "No need to ask twice, kitten." He stood and picked you up. You pressed your lips to his as he carried you to the room. You smiled up at him as he gently lay you on the bed and pulled
his shorts off. He was quick to take yours and his shirt off ten settling between your legs. He softly ran the tip of his cock up and down your pussy, smearing your slick all over before slowly pushing himself into you. The stretch was nice and mind-blowing. He let out a groan at how tight you were. His heart beating in his chest as he began rocking his hips slowly but deeply. "God I've been wanting to do this for a while. Do you feel what you do to me? So fucking hard for you. Fucking hell you're so tight." He chuckled and kissed you passionately. "Yes. It feels so good, Reno. I don't want you to stop." "Never gonna, babygirl. You're mine now, yeah? All mine. No one else can have you." He grunted, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his thrusts became rougher and faster. His hips shook as he clawed at your hips. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill your pussy full of me." He pressed his lips to yours as he pushed his hand between your legs and rubbed your clit. "Reno!! I'm cumming! Please!" The sound of skin on skin and the bed hitting against the wall echoed through the quiet room as he grabbed your legs and held them to your chest while slamming into you. "Reno!!" "Fucking hell!" Reno groaned as his hips stuttered a bit, the feeling of his cum filling you making your walls flutter around him. He stayed inside of you and smiled, petting your cheek softly as he stared into your eyes. You struggled to catch your breath but smiled back, placing a kiss on his nose and running your hand up and down his chest. He placed another kiss against your lips only to freeze, his eyes going wide at the sound of keys at the doorway. "Reno? Y/N?"
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Catch Me, I’m Falling (For You) | Sammy Blais
how could you not love this cuddly boy?
to @stl-boys55 for giving me this idea and @powerblais for being our resident sammy blais enabler (also for beta-ing this one!)
length: 1.7k words
You don’t know what you expected when your best friend Ellie started seeing Vince Dunn. She promised she would take you to games with her, and she did. She also dragged you to the bars with the team after wins and to various houses for parties where she inevitably abandoned you to spend time with Vince.
As a result, you were friendly with most of the younger guys on the team, and you could talk to pretty much any one of them when Ellie ditched you. Early on, you and Sammy Blais had ended up on a beer pong team together. You’d swept the night, and you’d been undefeated since then.
He always cheered when he saw you, no matter if it was outside the locker room after a game, at a noisy bar, or at a crowded house party, and then you were engulfed in a hug.
You could usually keep track of exactly what circumstances got you into whatever situation that left you surrounded by hockey players, but you weren’t entirely sure how you ended up spending a Saturday night in December at the Blues family Christmas skate.
You weren’t dating anyone on the Blues. You weren’t even sure if you could be considered friends with anyone on the Blues, outside of some drunken party games. Not least of all, you could barely ice skate.
Which is why you were sitting off to the side, alone, bundled up and with a pair of figure skates strapped to your feet, but still firmly on solid ground.
Ellie had abandoned you to go off with Vince, not that you could blame her, and even though several of the guys had enthusiastically encouraged you to tag along, no one was paying you any mind.
You were just starting to debate calling an Uber and leaving, or at the very least grabbing a hot chocolate to warm your hands, when Sammy skated over to where you were sitting, causally throwing snow up onto the boards as he stopped.
“Whatcha doin’ all by yourself?” he asked, leaning on the boards to look at you.
You shrugged. “Not that great at skating,” you said casually. You were still trying to figure out if hot chocolate was worth it.
Sammy looked shocked. A lock of hair flopped over his forehead, and he pushed it back with a huff. “What do you mean you can’t skate?”
“Not all of us have been playing hockey since they could walk, Sammy,” you said. “I never learned as a kid, and I haven’t really been since high school.” You stood up, suddenly frustrated– at your friend for making you come to this, at yourself for agreeing, at Sammy for looking at you gently with those damn green eyes– but you forgot you were on skates and overbalanced. Sammy reached out quickly and grabbed your elbow, steadying you.
You shivered, and you weren’t entirely sure it was just because you were cold, anymore.
“C’mon, I’ll teach you,” he said easily. And then he grinned at you. “Besides, you’ll be warmer if you weren’t just sitting here.”
You stuck your tongue out at him. “You don’t have to-” you started, but Sammy was already making his way through the door and over to you.
“Skating is kinda my job, remember?” he teased.
“Doesn’t mean you’re any good at it,” you muttered, but Sammy was already crouching down and tightening the laces on your skates.
He tapped both of your knees once before he stood up and offered his hand to you. You took it with a sigh, letting him lead you onto the ice. His hand was warm through your glove.
You immediately tightened your hold on Sammy’s hand and clutched onto his arm with your other hand as you stepped onto the ice and your feet started sliding in different directions. Sammy laughed at you, but you just glared at him, focused on not falling and looking like a fool. Or, like more of a fool.
“You need to relax,” Sammy said, and you glared harder, but you let him adjust your posture so your knees were no longer locked and your shoulders weren’t so tense.
Sammy spun around so he was facing you then, and grabbed both of your hands in his. He pulled you around the rink backwards, expertly dodging small children and fellow teammates with an ease you could only be envious of.
You caught Ellie’s eye as you passed her and Vince, and she discreetly shot you a thumbs up. She was the only one who knew you’d been harboring a crush on Sammy for months, and her gentle nudging had grown decidedly less gentle.
After you’d successfully made a lap around the rink, and you were no longer nervously watching your skates, Sammy declared with a lopsided grin that you were ready to start skating on your own. He just laughed and let go of your hands as you yelped and toe-picked, nearly going sprawling to the ice.
It was another half-lap of you clutching Sammy’s hands and him skating backwards, talking lowly to you as he guided you through the step-glide of skating, until you had started to relax again.
Sammy spun around then, swung around so he was skating alongside you, but he didn’t let go of your hand. And you would never actually admit it to Sammy, but you were warmer now that you were skating, even if your fingertips were still a little numb.
Everything was going fine. You’d talk and laugh with other players and WAGs as they passed you or fell into step alongside the two of you for a while; you only overbalanced a few times, and Sammy was always there to steady you.
And then one of the mini-Pietrangelos went zooming past you. He cut too close in front of Sammy, who swerved to not hit him, and one of his skates clipped yours. Suddenly, you felt yourself falling, the ice coming up towards you quickly. You flailed– not very gracefully, you were sure, but you were past caring– and knocked into Sammy, who started falling in turn.
Sammy reached out and grabbed you around the waist, twisting so you landed on top of him instead of on the ice; you still went down so hard it was jarring and made your head hurt.
“Oof, merde,” Sammy groaned, letting his head thump onto the ice. You shifted, made to roll off of Sammy, but his arms tightened around you.
Someone whistled, and Petro skated past, now carrying his mini– Oliver or Theo, you couldn’t tell, honestly– and apologizing repeatedly. You both ignored both of those things.
“Hi,” you breathed.
Sammy grinned up at you. “Y’know if you wanted to get on top of me, you could’ve just said something.” You groaned, dropping your forehead to Sammy’s chest. You hoped your flush could be blamed on the cold of the rink. “Also, your elbow is very pointy and in my ribs.”
You dug your elbow in for good measure before rolling to the side. The ice was cold beneath your back, through your layers. You laid there for a moment, steeling yourself, catching your breath, before trying to clamber back to your feet.
Vince skated over as you had nearly made it to your feet, snowing you. “Alright, Bambi, c’mon,” he said, grabbing your arm to steady you. You glared at him, and he let go.
You managed to skate over to a door and stepped out onto actual solid ground; Sammy followed you. You felt his fingers brush against the small of your back as you made your way towards the concessions stand advertising hot chocolate.
He was still behind you as you peeled off your gloves and collected your Styrofoam cup of steaming hot chocolate, as you found an empty table and settled in.
“I meant it, by the way,” Sammy said after a moment of silence while you both watched everyone still on the ice. You shot him a look; he had whipped cream on his top lip. “I mean-” he was blushing now, and he ducked his head. “Do you wanna, I don’t know, go out sometime? With me?”
It was cute to see him all flustered and shy, and you laughed. He blushed harder, flicking his thumb nervously against the edge of the plastic lid on his cup. He still had whipped cream on his face.
You bumped your skate against his underneath the table, made him look up at you. “As long as we don’t go ice skating,” you said. Sammy laughed then, too, his eyes crinkling. “And you’ve got a lil-” you pointed. Sammy’s brow furrowed, and he stuck his tongue out, trying to lick it off. You giggled as he struggled for a minute before pouting at you. “Here,” you sighed, reaching out towards Sammy.
Except you had an idea as your hand was halfway to Sammy’s face. You cupped his cheek, but instead of using your thumb to wipe away the whipped cream, you leaned forward to kiss Sammy. Just a quick peck, but when you pulled back Sammy was blushing even harder than before– you didn’t even know that was possible– pink all the way up to his ears. His hair was flopping in front of his face again.
You could hear some muffled cheers coming from his teammates on the ice, including a yelled “Fucking finally!” that probably came from Vince. Sammy still hadn’t said anything, was just staring at you, and you started fidgeting.
Sammy reached out and grabbed your hand where your nail was digging into your Styrofoam cup, now looking a little panicked.
“I can do no ice skating,” he told you. You smiled at him. “Your hands are freezing, what the hell,” he added.
“Why do you think I wanted hot chocolate?” you protested. “I told you I was cold!”
“Don’t worry,” Sammy grinned, “I’ll keep you warm.”
You groaned again as Sammy wiggled his eyebrows at you. “God, you’re so cheesy. Is it too late to take it back?”
Sammy just laughed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, and you allowed it, letting your head rest on his shoulder. You could still see Sammy’s grin from the corner of your eye as he looked out over the ice.
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Halloween // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader
Another Story based on a gif/picture! (Hope this is kinda what you were thinking @aberrant-annie )
Summary - It's the first year that y/n and Matthew are a couple, and he insists that they have a couples costume for an upcoming party.
Word count - 2.5k
Gif courtesy of @nationgubler
It was that time of year again. The time where Matthew got impossibly excited, wore tremendously weird costumes, and snuck up behind me an ungodly amount of times.
Halloween.
Now you may be thinking, 'Halloween is a fun and *normal* time of year for many families!' But you only think that because you haven't met my boyfriend Matthew.
Now let's give a little background on the weirdo that is my best friend.
Matthew Gray Gubler is an actor, author, filmmaker, illustrator, fashion model, and painter. But what they don't put on his google search profile is that, before all, he is a Halloween Enthusiast.
He and I have been best friends for over 8 years, and every single one of those years he has effortlessly dragged me into any kind of spooky shenanigan that he could. This was the first year of the 8 that we are a couple, so he decided, in a fit of glory as he put it, that we *needed* a couple's costume this year for the Criminal Minds cast Halloween party. I was 100% down for this idea, but boy, I really didn't know what I was getting myself into by agreeing to it so easily. So let's go back to where this whole ordeal began.
The day was October 15th, and I was sitting blindfolded in the passengers seat of Matthew's car.
"Where the hell are we going?" I giggled, flailing my arms around the car, blindly looking for the trail mix I left in his car the day before. He grabbed my wrist, leading it down to the cupholder and putting my hand on the bag. He knew me too well.
"It's a surprise, obviously, just know it has to do with Halloween." He grabbed my hand and placed a gentle kiss to the top of it.
"Doesn't everything have to do with Halloween with you?"
"Maybe." He laughed.
We were in the car for around 15 minutes, all the while I jammed out to a mix of songs I loved and goofy Halloween themed songs. Matthew had made a playlist of the two as a compromise.
I heard the car click into park and listened as Matthew left the car and walked to my side, opening the door and leading me out.
"When will I be able to see again? This whole blind thing is not for me." He laughed at my remark, looping his arm through mine so he could lead me to what I could only assume was my death. That's when I heard it, the all too familiar laugh of a clown.
Here we go.
Without the notice of my lovely boyfriend I whipped my hand up to my head, removing the black cloth that covered my eyes, I only heard a squeak of protest from him before I saw 'The Haunted Jail' before me.
"Of course." I rolled my eyes in a playful manner, unhooking myself from his arm. "So, why are we here."
"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could get some couple costume ideas from here. It's the jails doubles night so two workers tag team on a costume." He gestured wildly with his hands towards the sign that read *Doubles night! Couples get a 15% discount tonight*. I shook my head in amusement.
"Alright, let's go."
After walking through the 3 story building, we came out with a nice list of ideas for scary couples costumes. This consisted of :
•Beetlejuice
•Pupetmaster and puppet
•Purge
•Wedding gone wrong
•Twisted Alice and Mad Hatter
Then we just had to come to a decision, and soon.
We then sat in the car on our way home to dig out more decorations from the attic. Our house from the inside looked like someone had gotten murdered. There were giant floor and window stickers that resembled blood, fake knives everywhere, and caution tape. This all paired with the tape in the shape of a body on the ground near our fridge. But Matthew had so graciously pointed out that we needed to decorate the outside like we were a haunted house.
He was currently up in our creepy ass attic as I stood with crossed arms at the end of the rickety ladder that led up there. He popped his head out of the little square hole, wearing a jason mask. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head with the smallest smile.
"I'm gonna hand some boxes down to you." I heard him say behind the muffling mask.
The first box held large organized strings of orange LEDs and hooks to set them up on. The next box was filled with fake webs and the next was a huge box. I set it on the ground, prying it open to reveal giant spiders with tacky red eyes and long fangs.
"Are we gonna have these bad boys climbing the ivy outside?" He popped from the attic in a new, mask. A werewolf one I assumed.
"Yep!" He lightly set another box in my hands. "I hate the smell of these masks," He ripped the mask off, revealing his unruly hair and squinting eyes from the new amount of light. "why do I keep buying them?" It made my heart melt, messy hair Gubler was my favorite Gubler.
We dragged all of the boxes outside and decorated for what seemed like 6 hours, it was way harder work than what you would expect. We ended up with 2 giant spiders hung on the ivy, 1 crawling up the porch, and 2 more on the roof. The webs we had were strung everywhere, but the 'main web', as Matthew called it, was across the porch. We had LEDs lighting up most of the outside of our house, it made it look like a constant sunset, or constantly living in a horror movie. Whatever floats your boat. And lastly, we had bloody tomb stones scattered in the yard with fake hands reaching up at the sky through the ground.
Then it was October 16th. I had woken up groggily, feeling the bed beside me for Matthew, but only touching the soft white sheets. The time was 9:47 am and the sun was bleeding through the curtains. My legs hung over the bed as my limbs stretched, pulling down a shirt that was much to large for me *probably because it wasn't mine*. As soon as I stepped out of my bedroom I was met with a scream mask.
"**Morning!**" This made me scream.
"Damnit Matthew Gray! Christ, will the scaring ever end?" I say this but of course, it was really one of my favorite things about him.
"Not until Christmas." He replied with a cocky smile, kissing me softly. I grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss and trying to make him take the hint. He pulled away swiftly. "I would *love* to continue doing this." He ran his hands down my arms and to my hips. "But I made you breakfast and eggs are better warm." He squeezed my hip and gently pushed me toward the kitchen.
Over breakfast we discussed what we were going to go as for the party. We came to the conclusion that doing purge killers would be the most fun. Now all we had to do was get the costumes.
So we left around 1 for Party City. The place had a surprisingly small amount of people, considering the time of year. However there was one girl in there that kept sneaking looks at Matthew. She was standing near some children's costumes. I quickly found out why when a kid came running up with an Alice and Wonderland costume. Shaking it profusely at her mom. The woman kneeled down to her size and gestured towards Matthew. I scrunched my face up.
*What was she telling her?*
Matthew had kept walking and I swiftly caught up with him in the mask aisle. As soon as I got there, the small girl I had just saw was tugging at his orange pumpkin T-Shirt.
"Hi! My mommy said she's a big fan of you on crimimal minds." I giggled a bit. She waved him down to her level, and he gladly came down to listen. "I think she might have a crush on you." I could hear her whisper. He looked back at me expectantly, I just smiled with a shrug. I wasn't much of the jealous type, Matthew was *extremely* loyal, I trusted him with my life. I shooed him towards the woman. He stood and waved at her, gesturing her over and backing up to be by me. I was trying to be inconspicuous and look at the masks. But clearly my lovely boyfriend had a different idea.
"Hi! What's your name?" He asked with a famous million dollar grin.
"A-ashley." She stood for a second, silently staring at him. "I'm sorry, I obviously didn't expect to be seeing you. I'm a just huge fan of yours. And it doesn't help that you are way cuter in person." She smiled shyly, hugging her daughter to her side. Matthew smiled politely but quickly snaked his arm around my hip. I turned to her with the kindest smile I could. I could see realization dropping from her eyes to the red tips of her ears.
"Well you obviously know I'm Matthew. This is my girlfriend, y/n." I leaned into him slightly. Me and Matthew hadn't exactly gone *public*. So it was an honest mistake that she wouldn't know we were together. But to be fair, we weren't hiding it either. "Would you like a picture by the way?" That seemed to distract her enough to knock her out of her clearly petrified trance.
"Yes! A million times yes!"
"I'll take it for you." I grabbed the phone she held out with a slightly tense smile. We took a few pictures and said our goodbyes as she checked out an left. We got back to looking at masks.
"Did you see her face when I grabbed your hips? I kinda live for that look." I smacked his arm playfully.
"The poor girl, she just flirted with you in front if your *girlfriend*. You petrified her!"
"Well I think you just made her a little jealous." He came behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach and kissing my shoulders.
"Ok Gubler," I slipped from his grip. "we are in public." He groaned a little and followed me down the aisle. I grabbed the cool LED masks with the X's for eyes and big smiles, the typical Purge ones. I got me a purple one and him a red one. Next stop was fake weapons.
I gazed at all of the weapons on the wall. Machetes, guns, bats, nunchucks, knives, all of it. I then looked over to see my boyfriend squinting and tapping his chin in fake contemplation.
"Oh just grab the knife, I know that's what you wanna get." He whipped it off the wall and gave me a serious look, pointing the sharp styrofoam at me. He tapped it to my nose and couldn't contain his laugh as I looked him in the eyes with the biggest smile I could muster.
"You really know how to break me out of character."
So he did end up buying the styrofoam knife, and I ended up buying a plastic machete. As we left the store, the masks and weapons in hand he nudged me.
"So have you thought of what we are gonna wear?"
"Oh yeah. I already have the outfit, you're gonna love it, mine at least. We still have some spare fake blood at home right?" He narrowed his eyes at me, nodding suspiciously. "Great, then I just have to decorate the shirts." Which is exactly what I did when we got home.
I laid our two white button up's on our asphalt driveway, splattering them with blood. Matthew watched me. Sitting a lawn chair as I covered my hands in the blood and put a few handprints on random parts.
"Can I see the whole outfit you have planned now?" He whined.
"Nope, you have to wait. It's not that far away."
But he had asked me to show him everyday up until today, October 31st, party day. Now here we are, on our way back from a McDonalds run that took a *bit* longer than anticipated and we had a very slight chance of being late. We stumbled into the house and ran to the room.
"Why are we rushing anyway?" I took a pause, catching my breath. "We don't have to be exactly on time anyway." He agreed and we slowed down a bit to get our things together.
"I didn't want to have to rush out after seeing you in costume anyway." He said, slyly reaching into the closet and grabbing our button up's. I grabbed the rest of my things from a plastic bag under my side of the bed. I went to the bathroom and changed. My outfit consisted of a black miniskirt, a black cropped tube top, and black knee high socks. Paired with black heeled low-top booties. Then slung over it all was ny open button up. I sheathed my machete behind me and walked out of the bathroom to see Matthew in his bloody shirt and old dress pants and shoes. His giant knife was sheathed in a holster on his side. He ogled at me for a moment, shifting on his feet.
"Holy- wow." He breathed out. I waltzed up to him, unbuttoning a few more buttons and messing his hair to fit the part a bit more. I handed him his mask, with my eyebrows raised. He set it on the bed behind him, cupping my face and bringing me in for a kiss. I ran my hands down his half bare chest and I could feel him smile into the kiss, so I did too, and boy was he a sucker for that. He deepened the kiss and pull me towards him as much as he could, leading his hands lower and lower. Eventually he grabbed my butt a little and I let a giggle slip into the kiss. I parted from him, staring into those honey brown eyes. I felt like a teenager. He had not taken his eyes off me since I left the bathroom.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
"Alright." He slid he phone from his pocket, snapping a picture of me. What was I gonna do with this man? I grabbed our masks and we headed out.
We were only about 20 minutes late to the party. We turned our LEDs on and entered AJs house, as her door was wide open.
"You guys look *amazing*!" Kirsten gushed. "Especially you y/n. *Damn* do you rock those socks."
"I know right?" He lifted his mask, placing a kiss on my cheek.
The whole night was filled with chugging fun Halloween themed drinks, compliments on our costumes, slipping secret kisses, and quite the photo shoot.
*And man was I in for it when I got home.*
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Hi everyone! I was tagged by @hufflepunky for WIP Wednesday!! I’m a little late but i’m sharing another excerpt from my andriel witch au! It’s not much, but I don’t wanna give away big parts obviously! (which is kinda all i have rn)
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Andrew didn’t see Neil for a few days. He did, however, meet Allison Reynolds. She’d walked right up to where he was sitting in the lunchroom and sat herself down. She tap tap tapped her chunky wedges as against the floor.
“Who are you?”
Andrew didn’t answer, but he did look up at her. She looked put together by a television crew, makeup and pristine blonde hair that looked like a wig. When she asked again, he went back to poking holes in the styrofoam lunch tray with his pencil. “You’re not here for me.”
“No, I’m here for me. I just want to know your deal.” She sat back and crossed her arms. “You have a twin. He’s in my class. You’re dark and brooding, which I find amusing, so I want to know your deal.”
Andrew cocked his head. “No you don’t. Neil does.”
Allison smiled. “Neil’s a good liar, but he doesn’t voluntarily make friends with people, and he doesn’t gossip about crushes. Which makes it pretty out of character for him to tell me that you’re interested in me.” Andrew scowled. “But you don’t seem like someone who likes people or talking to them, either- lowering the possibility that you actually told him that. So tell me.” Allison leaned forward. “Why did Neil lie?”
Andrew pressed his palms to the table and leaned forward. “He lied because it’s what he knows.”
“But why about you, I wonder.” She looked at her painted nails. “Neil knows who I’ve dated. Why would he think I’d care about the four foot tall goth kid?”
Andrew sat back and crossed his arms. “You are gullible.”
“That’s not it-”
“He knew you’d be thrown off enough to approach me with your suspicions. Don’t you see what you’re doing? You’re trying you get the scoop on me and why I’m here, what my deal is. Which is what he wants but won’t get himself. All you are is a diversion. A toy. He’s using you.” Andrew stood from the table and left her there fuming and storming away.
#neil josten#the foxhole court#andrew minyard#allison reynolds#all for the game#wip wednesday#writing wip#andriel#witch
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Helluva Boss Episode Remakes!
Not too far away from Pentagram City lay a shady place in the bowels of Hell. “Welcome to Imp City: est. 1981” was posted on a worn wooden sign with a white painted eye toward the top. Under a crimson sky, a wide array of buildings made up the city, some with spikes on the roofs. Downtrodden imps of various colors and sizes mulled around the streets and ghettos. Mugging, sex, drugs, poverty, and murder were common aspects of their everyday afterlives. Indeed, being considered “lesser demons” and the “lowest of the low,” not very many had opportunities granted to them.
Well, save for a unique family of imps, trying to get their business running.
Just who were these imps?
A nearby screen showed old fashioned numbers ticking down, 3, 2, and 1. Blitzo, a red and white faced imp, appeared on stage in front of purple open curtains. “Hi there! I’m Blitzo! The “O” is silent, and I’m the founder of I.M.P.!” He put out his hand and the logo appeared above it. The “M” in I.M.P. looked like imp horns, black and white in color. Down below were the words “Immediate Murder Professionals.”
Blitzo spoke again. “Are you a piece of shit who got yourself sent to Hell?”
A picture of Blitzo with a mustache and two black top hats over his horns was grinning evilly as a building burned in the background. The sign nearby read “Orphanage for elderly, blind, and newborn dogs.”
“Or are you an innocent soul who just happened to get fucked over by someone else?”
The next image showed Blitzo in a white angel costume, happily throwing away a Styrofoam coffee cup in a wastepaper basket instead of a recycling bin in an office.
In the next shot, Blitzo held up a sign which read “Some guy who hired us!” A buff horned red demon wearing a white Ohio shirt stood not too far from the camera, a 666 News billboard in the background. He punched one fist into his hand.
“After lovingly killing my wife for fucking a delivery man, you can imagine my surprise when I wound down here, after the state of Ohio killed me. I really wish I could stick it to that yappy jogger who saw me hiding the body.”
Blitzo appeared again, this time with his fellow imps Millie and Moxxie in the background. A white-clothed altar with a mirror and skulls on it was in the very back. White candles were spread around the room. The two imps were sitting at a pentagram drawn on the floor. Blitzo held a blue Satanic ritual book in his hand.
“Well, luckily for you, thanks to our company’s special access to the living world…”
He waved his hand and a flaming portal appeared in the center of the room, causing Moxxie and Millie to scatter.
“…we can help you take care of your unfinished business by taking out anyone who screwed you over when you were alive!” He happily fell through the portal on his back like it was a mosh pit.
Then the musical jingle started:
“When you want somebody gone
And you don’t wanna wait too long
Call the Immediate Murder Professionals”
“Hand grenade or cyanide
We’ll make it look like suicide
The Immediate Murder Professionals”
“We do our job so well
‘Cause we come straight up from Hell…”
“We’ll kill your husband or you wife
We’ll even let you keep the knife,
The Immediate…Murder…Professionals.
Kids die for freeee!”
A white person appeared with a thought bubble of his enemy with a red x. A demon fell to the floor and the person looked up. The I.M.P. logo appeared, silhouettes of Millie with a spear, Moxxie with a gun and Blitzo in the middle, spreading out his arms to make an “M.”
Fast paced shots flashed through the ad.
Moxxie throwing a grenade out a window as his companions grinned.
Blitzo hanging a person in an office building while Moxxie watched. Millie held a suicide note in her hand.
Then more killing scenes flashed: Blitzo electrocuting a person, Millie using a mace, Moxxie choking his victim.
Blitzo led the way through a portal to Earth, Millie and Moxxie following. Moxxie tripped on a book and landed on his face while the others posed. They then stood up shocked…at the people in a church staring at them in confusion.
Millie killed a naked couple with a chainsaw while Blitzo looked greedily at a woman’s underwear.
Blitzo repeatedly stabbed someone else tied up near a “Blitzo show” sign at a circus.
The three imps used more methods to kill Earthlings: Medieval torture racks, shark attacks, fire and gasoline on someone, pillow suffocation, crushing someone to death with a grand piano, the electric chair for a prisoner…
“Kids die for freeeee!” ended the ad.
Moxxie and Millie sang a murder love song in their living room before the meeting. Moxxie played on his purple demon-face guitar as Millie watched him with love in her eyes. It reminded them of the good times when they would shot at demons together in the streets, drag a bloody sack behind them and when Millie got a grenade as a present and used it to blow up a building.
“Oh what a thrill when the crimson starts to spill
And my Millie goes in for the kill
She takes away my breath
She’s the angel of death for me
Oh Millie
She a queen, it’s like a dream
When I hear her victims start to scream
Get him out of the sack
She’s a maniac for me
Oh Millie
When the blood starts dripping down the sides
And the bodies start to fall from the skies
My heart skips a beat
When my Millie’s guns a blazing in the night
That’s in love
She makes the murdering fun for me”
Both of them hummed before Moxxie finished,
“Of all the imps in Hell…
Millie joined in, “It’s for him that I fell…
“Oh Millie.” They leaned in for a kiss.
They paused. Moxxie yelled, while looking out the window. His boss, Blitzo was pressed against the window with a video camera. “Are you fucking filming us right now?!”
Moxxie sighed, as a smiling Blitzo held up a sign which read “Meeting in 20 min: nice job banging yo’ wife!”
Just before the meeting, the head imp, Blitzo walked into the receptionist room.
“Blitz!” called Loona, the hellhound, holding a bone shaped phone in her hand. “That clingy rich asshole’s on the phone! Says it’s urgent and wants to talk to you!” Then she added in a lower voice, “Sounds a little DTFy.” (Down to Fuck)
Blitzo spilled water on himself as he talked with Moxxie by the water cooler. “Oh god that was one time! We wouldn’t have access to the living world…if I hadn’t slept with that privileged asshole!”
“You what?” Moxxie asked in disbelief.
“Blitz!” Loona barked in outrage.
“I heard you already!” Blitzo yelled. He stomped into his office and picked up his red cell phone. He played with little bobble heads of his imp coworkers, Moxxie and Millie. Signs were tacked to the wall, reading: “The Incredible Blitzo! One night only! Tickets now at the Big Top!”
“So…” Blitzo beamed nervously, “What can I do you for this time, Stolas?”
The owl overlord replied, lounging on his couch in a royal red robe and a crown.
“Remember that time when I told you that a political candidate was causing problems up on Earth for a few of my associates? That he tried to convince people that global warming existed?”
“Yes?” Blitzo answered.
“And that it does, but more people die when nothing’s done about it? Oh, how lonely I felt.”
“Okay well, yeah that makes sense,” Blitzo said.
“But now…” he hooted in laughter. “There are tons of new sinners coming down here every day! I just had a feast and a murder party several nights ago. I wondered why a horde of people arrived and it’s because of a disease called the coronavirus! My, it’s the best thing to ever happen since my wedding with my queen Melody and my darling daughter Octavia’s graduation from flight school. Oh, how marvelous!”
“Well…I’m very happy for you, sir,” Blitzo said. “I hope that…corn-ah virus does its thing.”
Stolas sighed. “My wife wasn’t happy with me, though. She said you fell onto a cake in the middle of a lunch with her and the royal officials. What did you say to her?”
“I said…’sorry I fucked your husband.’” He gulped.
A tense silence.
Blitzo examined his chest and arms. “I still have the talon scars and peck marks to prove it.”
“And she also said that you stole one of my books, is that true?”
“No! No way!” Blitzo lied, with a nervous laugh. “That was another imp long ago. Can I tell you how great it felt…sleeping with you?”
“Indeed,” Stolas agreed with a contented sigh. “Your sharp horns and claws ruffling through my feathers, and my talons and beak exploring your multicolored flesh. You know what happens when I’m lonely, Blitzy?”
“Oh, god fucking dammit…” Blitzo muttered to himself.
Stolas’ eyes grew red. “When I’m lonely, I become hungry. And when I’m become hungry…I want to choke on that red dick of yours! **** your ***** then lick all of your *****, before taking out your **** and **** with more teeth until you’re screaming ******** like a fucking baby!”
Blitzo hung up the phone, the words on Stolas’ picture reading “creepy mouth: aka one night stand bird dick.” and smashed it with a rotary phone. He threw the pieces into a blender and mixed it up.
“Eat this!” he told Loona who walked in and drank the red liquid.
“And then you know that bridge over the freeway?” he asked.
“Yeah?”
“Shit off it! It’s time for the meeting, let’s go.”
The imps currently resided in a tall office building that seemed to stand out among the other structures. Along with spikes jutting from the roof and sides, there were a pair of giant black and white imp horns attached to the sides of the building for decoration. The lights inside near the top floor were on.
Posted on a door were the words “I.M.P. Headquarters” with “IMP Meeting in Progress” written on a piece of paper taped to the door, a smiley face off to the side.
On a white board was a bar graph and a line graph, the line graph pointing lower at a drawing of a raging horned demon. “Fix this shit!” was written in big bold letters that took up much of the board. “Blitzo is the best, by Blitzo” was scribbled off to the side. Several tall chairs with spikes jutting from the top boarders were set near a brown table in the center of the room. A white pentagram was drawn in the center of the table.
Up front, a black, white, and red colored imp paced back and forth, sprouting long curved striped horns: Blitzo. He wore black fingerless gloves with what looked like a yellow eye design on each glove. He was dressed in a slender navy blue business suit with light red buttons. A small round pink pin with black eyes and a stitched mouth was attached onto a red undershirt below his slender chin. What looked like a black two-clawed print mark lay over his red forehead. Along with sharp teeth, the imp has red iris eyes with yellow sclera. Like a typical devil, he also had a red pointed tail. He had four red finger-shaped claws on each hand.
Blitzo began to speak, pacing back and forth. He looked toward his audience of two imps and a hellhound sitting on chairs around a table.
“Alright, now I know business has been…a bit slow, lately, yes.”
He mentioned to the board at the downward sloping line. “In fact, there seems to be less people seeking out our services; 1,056 in comparison to the 1,066 from last month. We’ve basically spiraled from the True Blue Market to that of the Raging Bull.” He pointed at the roaring demon head drawing on the board.
“Shouldn’t it be the Bull Market is good and the Bear Market is bad?” said a voice.
“Loona, nobody cares,” Blitzo said. He continued.
“Any decrease could spell disaster for us, not to mention how lots of people use our services and yet look down on us.”
Blitzo cleared his throat and spread out his hands. “It’s no one’s fault, okay? I’m not naming any names here…Moxxie.”
Moxxie raised his eyebrows in a “what the hell?” gesture as Blitzo looked at him. The serious imp had a red face, yellow eyes, white hair framing his face and stripped horns jutting off to the sides in slight curves. He wore a large red bow-tie and a navy blue suit. White freckles were present under his eyes.
Blitzo continued, “Now does anyone have any bright ideas on how we can get business drumming up again?”
Millie, the bubbly imp raised her hand. She had a red face, messy black hair with a white flower patch near the top, and short black horns with faint white stripes. Her eyes were also yellow and she wore a black top, black torn pants, high heeled shoes and a little black choker around her neck. Her eyelashes extended past her face.
Millie waved her hand and beamed, eyes shining. “What…about…a car wash?!”
“This is Hell, Millie. No one cares about cars being clean here, okay?”
Just then, there came a coughing from the other room. A small cyclops demon with hot pink hair with a patch of yellow opened the door and walked in. She brushed off soot from her hot pink skirt and waved at the group, who stared in surprise.
“Hi, I’m Niffty! It’s nice to meet you. Are you part of I.M.P.?”
“Uh yes?” Blitzo replied, unsure of what to make of this random maid.
“Oh great, because one of my friends sent me here to investigate, he’s a busy chap, you know, and oh so dreamy!”
She darted around the room and began removing cobwebs from the windows. “It looks like there are two men, a woman and a dog here, a nice balance.”
Loona, the grey hellhound glared at Niffty, narrowing her red eyes. “What was that, you little shit?”
Loona had a red cell phone in her clawed paws, the back of the phone displaying a black upside down cross. She wore a grey top with black strings in the shape of an inverted pentagram. A spiked collar was around her neck. Her pants were dark and torn, with a white crescent moon on them. Her feet were bare and her hair and tail were thick with white and dark fur.
Niffty stopped in her tracks. “Now, did you guys need any cars to be washed?”
Blitzo shook his head. “We don’t have any cars here, we’re broke as fuck.”
Millie stared at Niffty and cupped her own cheeks with her hands. “Oh my Satan! She’s so adorable! Can we keep her?!”
“No!” Moxxie and Loona said at the same time. The two workers then glared at each other.
Moxxie crossed his arms. “We’re in the middle of a meeting right now. Do you mind?!” He pointed to the door.
Niffty laughed nervously, “Oh okay, sorry about that, hehhehheh. I’ll be outside if you need me!”
She scurried out of the room.
Blitzo paused for a moment, then said, “Oh right! Ideas for our company!” He waved his hands, his eyes shining. “Ooh, what about a billboard?”
Moxxie crossed his arms. “We can’t afford a billboard, sir.”
Blitzo rushed over and held Moxxie in a headlock. His voice was rushed and sarcastic, “Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you’re in the room right now.” He shoved Moxxie away.
Blitzo stared in frustration. “Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?”
He picked up a remote and turned on an old fashioned TV.
After static appeared on screen, the footage showed the group killing off individuals.
Blitzo bashing a red demon’s head with a mullet.
Moxxie shooting a blue person tied up to a chair.
Loona grabbing a red person in her mouth and shaking the person side to side like a wolf.
Millie beheading a blue person with a spear and laughing.
Blitzo watched with a relaxed smile on his face, holding up a blue bowl of popcorn. Loona sat on the table, popping popcorn pieces into her mouth. Millie was perched on the table, enjoying the show, but Moxxie stood off to the side with a grumpy face.
Posters hung from the walls, one showing Blitzo and his two sisters, Tilla (an imp with long black hair) and Barbie Wire (a smiling imp with ram-like horns.) It was a picture of them at a circus, the banner reading “The Amazing Imp Siblings!” Blitzo remembered the good times he had with them when they performed on stage. Barbie Wire would balance on a tightrope, holding a pole with flames on either end. Tilla tamed and evaded manticores, dragons and other beasts that were released into the arena. Blitzo would sing songs about murdering people and they would all pose and bow at the end as the crowd cheered.
That was before Blitzo moved on to form I.M.P. recruited Moxxie and Millie, and adopted Loona.
Blitzo moved his hand toward his chest and sighed with content. “Ahh, those were the good times.”
Moxxie spoke up as Millie ate a piece of popcorn. “I don’t need any reminding, sir, considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week. One that you then additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel, nobody watches.”
Blitzo turned his head, insulted. “Uh, hey, excuse me.” He stood up. “What’s “obnoxious” about a super-fun jingle, all right? It’s a fun distraction when an advertisement’s spittin’ bullshit!”
He walked across the room.
“People love musicals, sir,” Millie added.
Blitzo smiled. “Exactly, Millie, and we’re basically doin’ a musical.” Blitzo did jazz hands before pointing rapidly at Moxxie with a scowl.
“Are you gonna crush my musical theatre dreams like my dad did?” He lowered his head.
“Sir…” Moxxie began, but his boss cut him off.
“Because right now, all I see is just my dad’s asshole talking to me! Crushing my dreams of being who I truly am inside.” He turned his head away.
Millie leaned in toward her husband and spoke with a teasing tone. “Are you trying to crush his dreams, Moxxie?”
“I…what?” he asked, looking at her. Millie leaned in close and stuck out her tongue, tail curling. “I thought I knew you.” Moxxie rolled his eyes; his wife loved to annoy him.
Blitzo turned back to Moxxie, tears in his eyes. “I can’t believe you, Moxxie. After I made you employee of the month!” He held a picture of Moxxie with his mouth open in a roar, snake tongue showing.
Moxxie threw up his hands, “Okay, sir! I’m sorry, a commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theatre. Nobody actually likes the jingles.”
“I liked it!” Millie pipped up.
Moxxie turned to her, finger shaking, “Do not…do not agree with him in front of me.”
Loona sat, bored, playing on her phone. Moxxie’s head appeared on the screen but was crushed by a weight and then blown up by a bomb. At one point his face was sliced in half as “boom!” flashed across the screen.
“Remember when we shot that kid on Earth?” Blitzo asked.
Moxxie got a flashback. “Oh, right. I shot that boy who was walking around licking strawberry ice cream. It was an accident. He was taken on a stretcher to the hospital.”
The pink haired nurse had said, “Doctor, he’s not responding!”
“Cool water, stat!” The blue-haired man had said next. He slammed water down on the boy and said, “It didn’t do anything!”
The doctor had said, “Damn it! I’m not losing another one! “Clear!” Then they had shocked him and the boy somehow woke up with a gasp. The doctor said “Holy shit, it actually worked.”
Millie then explained that the three of them sat in the waiting room. Blitzo read a magazine while Millie comforted Moxxie. The doctor had said to the imps, “He appears to be in stable condition, but he’ll need surgery. Now what insurance provider do you freaks have?”
Then Blitzo asked, “The fuck is insurance?”
Moxxie sighed, “…and then they kicked us and the boy out and we fell back into Hell.”
A moment later, Moxxie spoke, hands forward in front of him. “I’d like to go on record and say that incident was Loona’s fault. Dispatch is supposed to give us the right info on the target. It’s very simple.”
“Oh, sit on a dick, Moxxie,” Loona replied without looking up.
Moxxie stuttered angrily, looking for a comeback. “You sit! Sit on…a… and the d...do your job!” He slammed his palm on the table.
Blitzo scolded him. “Hey, now we don’t blame our screw-ups on Loona, okay? She didn’t do anything wrong!” He hugged her and nuzzled his head against her cheek, the hellhound growling at him to get off.
Moxxie stared in disbelief. “Are you kidding me, sir? She’s awful.”
Lonna looked at her phone. “The other day, right? I answered the puppy barking phone and said ‘Hello, I.M.P.’ Millie was yelling, ‘Loona, I got stabbed! Call Mox…’ and then I hung up. Wasn’t my problem. My Hellhound Monthly magazine was much more interesting.”
“Don’t forget about my adoption anniversary gift I gave you,” Blitzo said, scratching his neck.
Lonna seethed. “Don’t remind me. It wasn’t a cure for syphilis, I didn’t want it, and it so happened to be black spiders, crawling all over me!”
“Again, I’m sorry it was spiders,” Blitzo said.
“God damn it, apology not accepted.”
“You should be thankful that I rescued you after your hellhound family kicked you out,” Blitzo remarked.
Loona’s ears twitched. Millie stared nervously. “I was perfectly capable of fending for myself,” barked Loona, looking up from her phone for the first time. “There was nothing special about them, other than all the alcohol, meth and drugs they took. My parents never cared about us. I mean, they sent off my other siblings to work for other overlords and were never seen again. Perhaps I was fortunate enough to not have to deal with them.”
Blitzo had tears in his eyes. He hugged her again. “Well, at least you’ve got me, Moxxie, and Millie as your new family!”
Loona hid a smile and just bared her fangs. “Get off of me before I bite your face off!”
Blitzo stepped back.
Loona then smiled and looked at Moxxie, a look of mischief in her red eyes.
Moxxie scowled. “Excuse me, did you just fax me an ad for weight loss the other day?”
“No,” Loona answered. “I was busy watching the princess sing.”
“Wha-Why…Why would anyone send me that?!” Moxxie argued.
“Come on, you know why.” She smirked.
“I’m not chubby, thank you very much! Not to mention, you were the one who ate my avocado salad lunch! How rude.”
“I took it because I had the worst hangover.”
“But why would you drink on a work night?” Millie asked.
“I was hungover from that morning, dumbasses!” Loona said to Moxxie and Millie. “I couldn’t take your assaults. So I decided to blow some fucking steam! I kicked a baby in a carriage and caused some destruction. Felt good afterwards.”
Blitzo mentioned to Loona. “Look, the point is, Loona is a valued member of our family and you don’t get rid of family.”
“We aren’t a family, sir!” Moxxie pointed out. “You are the boss! We are the employees! You treat her like she’s some troubled teenager! She’s more like a meth-addicted homeless woman you let man the phone!”
Loona flipped him the bird.
“That is offensive!” said Blitzo, walking to the window, pulling open the blinds. “Without homeless people, I wouldn’t have half the joy and laughter I do in this life!”
Outside, a homeless imp with a broken horn and ragged grey clothing held up a sign that read “Monee helps. Satan Bless.” An imp woman with black clothing and little bat wings blushed at Blitzo who waved and did a playful raise of eyebrows before closing the blinds.
Moxxie crossed his arms. “While we’re on the subject of “family,” can you stop finding me and Millie outside of work?”
“Come on, sweetie, it’s not that big a deal!” Millie said.
Moxxie’s eyes grew wide. “Excuse me, what?! I asked you, ‘Honey, can you get the butter?’ You said, ‘sure sweetie’.”
“Spoiler alert, the butter’s spoiled!” Blitzo added. Millie giggled.
“He was in our fucking fridge! He was spying on me while I was asleep. And worse, he fucking filmed me and you while we were singing and about to kiss!”
Blitzo giggled. “I still have it on camera.”
“It’s fine, honey,” Millie replied to Moxxie, patting his shoulder. “The “spoiler alert, butter’s spoiled!” was a funny use of wordplay Blitzo used.”
“Why was he in our fridge anyway?” Moxxie countered. “And then I was dreaming that my parents were being murdered and Blitzo interrupted it. I wanted to get back to that.”
“I was just curious,” Blitzo responded.
“Just. Stop. Doing. That,” Moxxie growled.
“I don’t see what the issue is!” said Blitzo. “Is there something you don’t want me seeing?” A mischievous silly look crossed his face.
“No!” Moxxie spat, eye twitching.
“You a baby weiner havor?” Blitzo asked, another term for a small dick.
Loona giggled under her breath.
Moxxie was fed up. “Sir, what you say and how you act is totally inappropriate!”
Millie pulled him down gently. “Calm down, Mox, you’re gonna have another panic attack!”
“I am calm!” he yelled.
Millie rubbed his head and soothed him. “Shh, there, there.” Moxxie whimpered.
Blitzo spoke again with a childish grin, making a hole with two fingers and tapping the opening with one finger. “Look, I don’t judge the boring couple stuff you do outside of work hours, so don’t judge me.”
Veins popped out of Moxxie’s yellow eyes. “Oh I do judge you, sir. Quite a lot, actually.” He crossed his arms as Millie gasped in horror.
“Mox, he’s our boss!”
“No, no, no, it’s fine, Mills,” said Blitzo with a wave of his hand. “Your husband is just…how do I say this without being offensive…retarded.”
“Does immaturingly insulting me make you feel better about your sad, single, life?”
Blitzo leaned in toward Moxxie. “It actually does.”
Loona appeared to agree, because she added to Moxxie, “The only reason you have a wife is because you’re easy to manage!”
Moxxie gasped. She had called Moxxie submissive.
“No he’s not, you bitch!” Millie yelled, holding up two middle fingers.
“Do not talk to my assistant that way!” Blitzo demanded. “She’s sensitive!”
“Yes I am!” Loona barked.
Then a squeaky voice sounded from nearby: “You guys are all fucking assholes.”
Everyone turned and stared at a boy wearing an orange shirt with a planet on it. He had brown hair, a blue baseball cap on and was connected to a monitor.
Blitzo pointed at him. “Oh shut up, kid, you’re lucky to witness this.”
Moxxie pinched his nose and sighed in frustration. “Ugh, this company is such a mess!”
“Did someone call me?” Niffty’s voice rang from the hallway. She opened the door a crack. “I can clean up any messes you may have!”
“No!” Moxxie called. “Go away!”
Niffty slowly closed the door.
An awkward silence…
“Alright, let’s get back to talking about my outfit!” Blitzo said out of nowhere.
“Nobody was talking about that,” Loona mentioned.
“Which is why I’m trying to get that ball rolling. So how does it look? It’s good, right?”
The kid pointed his finger at Blitzo. He ripped off the wires from his stomach.
“It’s been a literal hell pretending to be paralyzed so you fuckshits wouldn’t kill me, but now? I want that. I want death. You!” he pointed to Blitzo. “You are a selfish, greedy clown. And I’m a kid! We’re supposed to like clowns…even the creepy ones!”
Moxxie scoffed. “Hey now, that’s not very…”
The kid cut him off. “If I wanted to hear from a spineless jackass, I’d rip out your spine and ask you some shit.”
Moxxie shivered in fear.
“That’s my husband you’re talking to!” Millie yelled.
The kid snickered. “That’s your husband?! I figured you for a slut, but I didn’t know you needed dick that bad!”
Millie fumed at her husband being called ugly and weak. To think that she would have sex with anyone else at random…
“And you!” The kid pointed at Loona.
“What? What about me?” Loona asked.
The kid crossed his arms. “Nothing. I don’t talk to dogs. I’m a cat person.”
Loona whined.
“Wow,” said Blitzo. “You know, kid, you kind of are a piece of shit.”
“Yeah, after all, he’s kind of a piece of shit,” Moxxie muttered.
A ding came from Loona’s phone. She smiled. “Oh fuck! Guys, I just got a text from our client. Guess he was the right target after all.”
“Who?” Blitzo asked.
“Him.”
“Me?” asked the kid.
“Yep,” she confirmed.
“They wanted us to kill an actual child?” Blitzo asked.
“That’s what they’re sayin’,” Loona said.
Blitzo grinned and twirled a gun in his hand. His job just got more fun and easier. “Well Christ on a stick, I guess there is a god!” He fired and shot the boy in the chest. He flopped down dead in a pool of blood, smoke and sparks lingering in the air.
Blitzo spoke about I.M.P.: “You know folks, with this company, I really wanted to prove that we’re capable of doing the same things anyone else can! Like killing people! So, from us here at the Immediate Murder Professionals group, we promise to settle your unfinished business or your money… is gone and you’re never getting it back and you can write us a bad review, but we’ll play dumb to it because it’s Hell and no one fucking cares.”
Blitzo, Moxxie and Millie kicked the dead kid on the floor, enjoying themselves. Loona snapped a picture with her phone and recorded the scene. After the imps left with the body, Niffty came in and gasped.
“Well, time to clean this up. What a mess!” She hummed a happy tune as she mopped up the blood at rapid speed.
Blitzo and Moxxie wore gas masks and green suits as Blitzo sawed off the boy’s arm and Moxxie sawed his chest, organs spilling out into a sack below. Millie tossed an arm into the sack and Loona helped hold open the sack. Moxxie dropped the boy’s severed head inside and shared a loving smile with his wife.
Etched in red graffiti on a dumpster behind them were the words “Devil,” “Hell,” “Happy Hotel,” and “I’m always chasing rainbows.” A pentagram, and wide smiles were also doodled on the surface.
Blitzo embraced the entire group in a forceful hug, knocking the phone from Loona’s hands.
“You know, even though this kid was a target, he’s still a child. It’s important that we’ve handled this going forward, respectfully.” He wrapped his long tail around the group, all of them smiling genuinely. For despite all their problems, they were still a company family.
Back in the human world, a crying blonde mother wearing a pink shirt and a necklace held up a paper saying “missing boy.” Below in large letters read on the news: “Mom sucks at drawing own kid!” Words say “There is a missing boy!’ and “Yet another missing kid!”
The mother spoke into the microphone, “Please! If anyone has seen my little Eddie, please contact us at…”
She gasped as a sack dropped into her hands. She and the news reporter looked up to see a smiling Blitzo, Millie, and Moxxie through a portal up above.
“You’re welcome!” Blitzo called with a wave before the portal closed.
The mother looked inside the bag and screamed. “My son! He’s dead! Noooo!”
Part One: Mrs. Mayberry
Once upon a time, there was an innocent lovely blonde teacher named Mrs. Mayberry who taught at a typical schoolhouse. She was born many years ago on July 24th.
She taught at a red schoolhouse with a little golden bell at the top of it. “Learning is fun,” was written in bright yellow letters on the side of the building with art of colorful kites and a rainbow on it. A sign at the front read “Puppies Junior School” in sunlight. There were tall green trees and a playground off to the side. The golden bell rang for the start of the day. A blue jay and a cardinal sang from a tree branch as the teacher opened the white curtains.
The Vivziepop lookalike woman wrote “Good morning!” in white chalk on the green blackboard.
“Good morning!” She twirled in a dance, catching her piece of chalk. She wore a white shirt with colorful red cherries and a long blue-gray skirt. A green pendant rested on her shirt. She wore cherry earrings and round yellow glasses. Her blonde hair was tied back in a flower-like shape behind her. “Have a bright and sunny day” was written on a poster with a large smiling sun with big eyes on it. Nearby was a calendar and an old boxy computer on a desk. A white daisy was in a flower pot. “The word of the day is harmony,” was written on a schedule posted on a board behind the children sitting at desks. The orange curtains by the windows had white math symbols on it. The schedule read “math, history, reading, grammar, science, art and music” as the many school subjects for the days of the week.
“I hope you all did your homework!” she trilled.
The children nodded with a dance to their bodies. One boy wearing an orange shirt spun around in a stool wearing a dunce cap and he faced the wall. The class broke out randomly into song.
“We love to do our homework and we love our teacher too!”
The teacher sang, “And when I throw out these fun questions, you should know just what to do.”
“Okay!” they cheered, arms in the air.
She wrote on the board 2 + 6 = 8 and added,
“Two plus six is…”
“Eight!” the class answered.
“And good behavior’s…”
“Great!” they chimed in.
“And now it’s that part of the class when we say the time of day and date.”
“It’s nine in the morning,” sang a blonde boy…
“On January 8th…” added a black girl.
“The sun is out smiling,” said a brown haired girl with a bow.
“And it’s your husband’s birthday!” reminded the dunce boy with his tongue out.
As the class sang “la la la,” the teacher found herself scrapping her chalk down in a line on the board. Sweat coated her forehead as the chalk was almost completely broken down. The singing was a constant drone in her head. Her right eye twitched and she turned around.
“Oh my stars, stop singing children! Hush up now!”
The class fell silent.
She put a hand to her forehead. “I forgot it’s my husband’s birthday! I didn’t get him anything special.”
The brown haired girl stood up and said, “Maybe if we call him, we could do a happy birthday surprise!”
The teacher and kids gathered around the boxy computer. At the husband’s house, a lone sock fell on the call screen that read “wifey” on it.
The screen turned on, and everyone gasped in disbelief.
The teacher’s husband was in the process of having sex with another lady!
A tie, a bra and a condom flew against the screen as they straddled naked in their bed.
“We won’t be needing this,” a voice said as the condom hit the screen with Mrs. Mayberry’s face on the other side.
The teacher sat at her desk, looking stunned, her face turning red. The other woman was so young and beautiful. There was her husband, clad naked and showing off his muscles and parts to her.
“Oh yeah,” the husband giggled, “Not there, not there.” They seemed to be also playing with sex toys.
With a blank shadowed look on her face, the teacher suddenly stood up and walked away. If she wasn’t going to be able to divorce that cheating bastard…
“Wait! Mrs. Mayberry!” called the brown haired girl. She took hold of the teacher’s hand. “Remember what you taught us…think before you act.”
Dark thoughts suddenly festered within the woman and she gripped the girl’s neck before tossing her up in the air through the roof. She stomped out of the room and shut the door. The children ran to the window to watch as she got in her old green car and plowed through a white picket fence. “I love school” was on her license plate. The children rushed to the computer.
The door to the bedroom was quickly pulled open.
“Oh shit, sweetie!” said her husband, caught in the act of fucking the young lady on their master bed. “What are you doing here?”
“Shut up, Jarold!” A newfound rage flared in her eyes. A deadly looking riffle was in her hands. She fired several shots.
The blonde lady shrieked as Mrs. Mayberry moved closer.
“You scream like a fish!” the teacher mentioned to the blonde haired lady.
With a demonic yell, she brutally shot the younger woman across multiple areas of her body. Thick blood splattered everywhere.
Her husband gasped. “Oh god, what have you done?! She had a family!”
“We could’ve had a family!” the teacher sobbed, in a flood of despair and rage. She picked up a bullet and shot her husband square in the head. He collapsed to the floor, dead.
“Oh god, what have I done?” she asked, frazzled, whipping away the blood from the screen. She saw her children stare in horror and disgust. “In front you all.” She broke down into tears, seeing her dead husband in a pool of blood. She spoke her last words through sobs. “I’m so sorry my children. Don’t forget to work on your timestamps.”
Mrs. Mayberry knew there was nothing left for her but jail time and grief. There was only one other option. With shaking hands, she shot herself in the chest with a yelp. The children fainted on the floor one by one at the traumatizing sight. The policeman took the wailing blonde lady to the hospital…and found Mrs. Mayberry’s body lying next to her husband’s on the blood-stained floor.
The blonde lady Martha stared lovingly with a brown uncovered eye at her new muscular husband Ralphie wearing an orange plaid shirt. He had brown hair and an athlete/superhero build. Their two children stood by her bedside as she recovered. The room had bouquets of colorful flowers in every corner. Camera flashed as news reporters talked to her.
“How does it feel to have survived such a crazy bitch?” a newswoman asked.
“I just hope that sick woman finally found peace,” Martha drawled in her hospital bed.
Her husband comforted her, head lowered.
“You are so brave,” the reporter commended to Martha. “Here’s $2 million dollars!”
The woman’s face lit up as she was handed a large golden check. “Oh thank you!” She smiled at the cameras with her husband like she was a movie star.
The stereotypical America family lived in a house near the woods and by a lake. Martha dressed like a housewife with a long polka dot skirt. Her daughter had brown pigtails, a lavender shirt with a tie, and a red skirt, with boots. The younger boy had a beaver-skin cap, a white shirt, brown pants and camouflage boots. On the outside, they were the perfect typical family.
“You’re a hero,” said more news people as she stood elegantly at a VNN (Vivienne News Network) podium.
“You’re a hero, girl,” admired a brown skinned jogger with short blonde passing Martha by. Martha basked in the attention and wealth. Who knew that getting shot at would change her life for the better.
“My mama’s a hero!” declared the son.
“She is a hero!” The brown haired casher agreed down to him as the family went grocery shopping.
“Ooooh…You’re a hero!” moaned her husband as he thrust his penis wildly in and out of her as they made love in their bedroom. Their walls were covered with pelvises and newspaper clippings of Martha under “local hero” headings.
“You’re a hero,” smiled an old praying priest who stood by her at one church meeting.
Even worse for Mayberry, a new class of children cheered, “You’re a hero!” to Martha when she taught a “How to deal with trauma 101 class.”
“Oh you’re a hero!” another man groaned as he wildly gave her anal.
Mrs. Mayberry woke up staring at a crimson red sky. Her form had completely changed… Mrs. Mayberry was now a purple demon with stripped curved horns on her head, wearing rectangular glasses. She wore a pale red shirt with x stitches on it, along with an eye where her pendant was. Her hair was long and white and pulled back with a black bandana. She wore a dark skirt with an upside down cross on it and heels. She also had sharp yellow teeth.
After finding a place to live and shying out of sight from shady strangers, Mrs. Mayberry had the chance to continue her career where she left off. So she did. It took some learning and adaptation to Hell’s culture but fortunately...it was pretty simple.
Mrs. Mayberry was soon hired at “Pentagram Penitentiary Place,” one of the top public schools in the district. It was a large school for grades K-12. The name of the school was in black letters surrounded by a red downward facing pentagram over the black front doors. “All grades in one place!” read the slogan. The building was of red-orange brick with three rows of low cracked windows facing the front. The outdoor playground consisted of rusted basketball hoops, a jungle gym, dark asphalt and a swing set that made squeaky sounds every time it was used. The slide was high up and made of metal, so that it was always painfully hot for the young demon children to slide down. A barbed wire fence with swirls of wire at the top surrounded the prison-like school.
A bunch of middle schoolers were bouncing a demon skull around and tossing it into the basketball hoops. Little preschooler demons rough-housed on the grass-less ground, laughing. One small green dragon kept making burping sounds, emitting orange sparks much to the delight of his peers. A dinosaur used his tail for a black eyed doll girl to use as a jump rope. There was even a little scary-go round that furry bird-like kids went on to test their flying and spin out of control in the air. One white bird crashed against the fence and slid down with a flop.
“Loser!” taunted a bulky blue cyclops kid wearing a baseball cap. He spat on the bird’s upside-down head and laughed with his goons. An older demon with a rhino’s horn was spray-painting teal blue penises on the walls.
“Watch your back!” he called out to a centaur who fired an arrow from a bow, startled. The green lizard demon tied to the target glanced down at the arrow that had almost gotten him in the crotch. He sighed with relief, only to have an ax lodged into his head, thrown by an orange goat teenager.
Nearby were two purple demons with silvery snake hair sitting on a concrete window ledge, wearing blouses, sequined navy skirts and shoes. They were listening to music from their Eye-Pods. One of them was painting her nails and the other took a drag from an e-cigarette. Every kid had a multiple digit number temporarily tattooed on their necks. An E, an M and an H were before the numbers, for elementary, middle and high school. The following number indicated their grade and the last two numbers were their position in alphabetical order. K or a P next to the E stood for kindergarten and preschool.
A loud buzzer rang at the top of the roof, signaling class starting. The children were lined up in front of their respective teachers. Mrs. Mayberry stood in front of her line of preschool demons.
After singing a song about a demonic turtle drowning in a bathtub with the class, she counted each child as they made their way to homeroom. They all filled in and sat at their wooden desks. The demonic alphabet was listed on a nearby poster with translations into English and other languages.
“Good morning!” Mrs. Mayberry trilled in the windowless classroom, scrapping her chalk against the blackboard before catching it with a twirl. “I hope you all did your homework.”
The kids fearfully nodded.
“Hmm, I don’t think you did, EP-04,” she scolded a demon boy wearing an orange shirt with no paper in front of him. “Go sit in time-out.”
The boy groaned and sat on a stool facing the wall. The white dunce cap burned on his head.
“The pledge of allegiance,” Mrs. Mayberry led. The class stood up with their hands on their hearts.
“I pledge allegiance and my soul to the banner
Of His Majesty Lucifer and Her Majesty Lilith
And to the unholy Inferno
For Pentagram City
One nation under Satan
Indivisible
With liberty and chaos for all!”
They sat back down.
“Now let’s sing,” Mrs. Mayberry ordered.
The demonic class broke out into song:
“We love to do our homework and learn stuff every day.”
“And when I throw in these hard questions, you should know just what to say,” Mrs. Mayberry sang.
“Okay!” they cheered.
She wrote an equation on the board. “Divide this number by…”
“Zero!”
“Our favorite paint is…”
“Bloody red!”
“And when there’s a stranger danger…”
“You stab them in the head!” they answered, making stabbing motions with their arms.
“A poison for a deep sleep?” she asked
“Wormwood! Does no good!”
“The geological components of Hell?”
“Fire and brimstone!” added a girl.
“If you can’t use love…”
“Use hate!”
“Now it’s time for us to say the day and date.”
“Your death day was on January 8th, right?” piped up a boy in the back.
Mrs. Mayberry stopped short. “Hush up! We don’t mention that date.” She turned to the class. “Go on.”
“It’s 3 in the afternoon…” said a boy.
“On October 31st,” said a green girl.
“Hell’s heat is still hot,” said another girl, sweating.
“Let’s watch the episode first!” reminded the dunce boy.
The demons went “la la la” as Mrs. Mayberry stared at the board, red eyes wide.
“Oh my suns! Stop singing children. Shut up!”
The demons fell silent.
“I forgot it’s the new episode! I’m supposed to be off to pursue my revenge!”
“Maybe you could scare your enemies at a death-day party!” a girl suggested with her hands up in the air.
Mrs. Mayberry looked at her hell-phone and saw the last seconds of an I.M.P. commercial. She stood up to walk away.
“Wait! Mrs. Mayberry,” said a girl, taking hold of her hand. “Remember what you taught us. Act before you think.”
Mrs. Mayberry pat her head. “I think not. Work on your timestamps and assignments, children. I’m off to pursue a little education of my own.”
A horn-covered sub man walked in and bellowed, “200 pushups on the double! Or it’s back to your cells!”
The demons got up from their seats and bent down to do the pushups.
Mrs. Mayberry called a taxi outside and it drove her off.
Up on a screen outside her window, Mrs. Mayberry saw a full commercial where she learned of an assassination company called I.M.P.
“Hi there, I’m Blitzo, the “o” is silent and I’m the funder of I.M.P.! Are you a piece of shit that got sent to Hell? Or are you an innocent soul who just so happened to get fucked over by someone else?”
The next shot showed a bulky red demon with horns, wearing a white Ohio shirt/jersey. A sign read, “Some guy who hired us!” The demon spoke:
“After lovingly killing my wife for fucking a delivery man, you could imagine my surprise when I wound down here, after the State of Ohio killed me.” He rammed his meaty fists. “I really wish I could stick it to that yappy jogger who saw me hiding the body!”
“Guess I’m not the only one who murdered my spouse,” she thought. “I’ve also never seen a guy with…such muscles before…”
Blitzo appeared again. “Well luckily for you, thanks to our company’s special access to the living world…we promise to take care of your unfinished business by taking out anyone who may have screwed you over when you were alive!”
The sounds of the imp jingle motivated Mrs. Mayberry as the taxi pulled to a stop in front of the I.M.P. building. She got out, climbed up the stairs and knocked on the office door. It opened and out popped Blitzo.
“Is this I.M.P.?” she asked.
“Yes,” Blitzo said.
“I figured, since I saw the commercial. I have one bad bitch that needs to be killed. And I’ve got a lot to say.”
“Well, come on in then,” he said.
Mrs. Mayberry paced Blitzo’s office at I.M.P. headquarters as she told her story.
“I was a good person before it all went down,” she narrated, pacing to and fro. “I was good my entire life.”
She continued on, adding details about her personal life. She held a cigarette in her hand. Apparently, it was easy to get into unhealthy habits in Hell.
“You do everything right in life, play by the rules, and still get sent down here with all the Hitlers and Epsteins of the world. After one measly massacre propelled by blind rage. So that’s why I’m here. To get my revenge.”
“I mean was she hotter?” Blitzo remarked with a smirk.
The demon’s eyes flared red in anger, her face partially in shadow by the drawn blinds. A lemon tree was in the background with a sign that read “no whores” beside it. Blitzo casually lounged in his office chair.
“I’m just saying I had a hard time understanding the unprompted melodrama you just spat at me, tits,” Blitzo chuckled.
Mayberry growled and her body briefly glowed red. Her cigarette bent in her hand.
Blitzo rolled his eyes. “Anyway I don’t think you quite understand how we’re operating down here.” He stood up and Mrs. Mayberry glared at him. “You see we take revenge on the living and it sounds like the core cast of your sitcom of a death frankly are all probably down here in Hell with you. Boop.”
He bonked her on the nose.
Mayberry’s pointed tail twitched, her purple claws clenched. Her skirt was torn with holes and her feet were cloven hooves. This imp guy was worse than the demonic children she taught.
Mayberry extended her left claws. “Not all of them. That whore survived. Now they all call her a hero.”
She continued. “Between the talk shows and bullshit donations she made so much goddamn cash. Getting shot was the best thing to happen to her.”
Mayberry bashed her fists into the ground, creating cracks. “She’s not a hero!” Mayberry yelled, getting in close to Blitzo’s face.
“Yeah, okay, yeah, my thoughts exactly,” Blitzo stuttered in a rapid nervous voice. He frantically pressed a red button under the desk multiple times. The red light flashed under the “Deranged Client” label on a dashboard. The other labels read, “More Coffee,” “Soiled My Pants,” “Horny Client,” “Client Giving Birth,” “Ghost,” and “Stolas.”
Blitzo later burst through the door, followed by Mrs. Mayberry. “Guys, I’d like you to meet, our newest client!”
The room suddenly burst into flames…Blitzo was furious. He quickly led Mrs. Mayberry outside where she hopped into a taxi to wait back home.
“Bye and don’t worry,” called Blitzo to her, “We’ll get that skank in less than 24 hours or your first kill is free!”
She could only hope that crazy imp and his team could do their job.
As it turned out, Mrs. Mayberry later found out that not only had I.M.P. killed Martha, they also killed her crazy Satanic family. Mrs. Mayberry was very impressed. She held a piece of cake and laughed with the I.M.P. members for a special celebration. Millie talked about how it was okay to kill someone if they tried to kill you back.
“That’s messed up,” mentioned Mrs. Mayberry. Then she smiled. “But I paid for it!”
Everyone laughed again. Mrs. Mayberry felt good among her new allies. She had embraced her past at last.
After the celebration, she got back into the taxi but instead of heading home, she headed further into town.
There was a red Ohio demon for her to thank.
Part Two: The Imps’ Adventure
In another room, Moxxie was holding a black and red crossbow in his hands. In front of him was a picture of a smiling family: a father, a mother, a baby and two children. His arms were shaking as the reflector hovered around the man’s crotch area.
“Moxxie, stop shaking!” Millie chided. “You’re gonna shoot our only hellhound!”
Loona lay on her back on a gray couch. The family picture was in one hand and her phone was in the other. On the wall were drawings of Blitzo as a horse and a drawing of Robo Fizz with an arrow sticking out from it.
Loona spoke in a sarcastic tone, “Wow. I feel so loved here.”
“Just take a deep breath,” Millie told Moxxie, inhaling, “and let it out.”
“But, it’s a family,” Moxxie argued. “Under what circumstances would we ever need to kill a human family?”
“I mean if that’s what the client wants,” Millie began.
“Maybe like a shitty dad,” Moxxie suggested. “Or a mob family.” He spoke through his teeth, “That’s understandable.” He then spoke normally. “But to eradicate an entire innocent, seemingly innocent, upper middle class family bloodline?”
Loona stared at the picture for a moment before pointing to Moxxie.
“Hey! You don’t know their innocent.”
She pointed to the boy. “This kid probably sets dogs on fire.”
She pointed to the girl. “Maybe this girl gets off to bullying Australian kids online.”
She pointed to the father. “And this guy…” She narrowed her eyes and spoke lower. “This guy definitely watches.”
“Exactly!” Millie agreed. “Humans are full of secret nasties. It’s why so many of them end up here. But guilty and innocent aren’t our business, Mox.” She cupped his cheeks. “Killing who we’re paid to is our business. Choose a target.”
She kissed him before stepping aside. Moxxie positioned his crossbow again.
“I just think it’s a bit excessive and we could be a bit more selective, is all.”
Just then, Blitzo barged into the room, followed by Mrs. Mayberry.
“Guys! I want you to meet…”
Startled, Moxxie fired the arrow and it ricocheted around the room. Millie jumped into Moxxie’s arms as the arrow hit a computer. It then flew and poked a hole in the family picture that a startled Loona held. The arrow made impact with the bottom of an eel tank, causing it to wobble dangerously. The arrow speed toward Mrs. Mayberry but Blitzo calmly caught it in one hand.
“…our newest client!”
The eel tank suddenly fell down, glass and water pouring onto the floor. The eels burst with electricity, casing the room to erupt in flames. Loona, Moxxie and Millie cowered in fear.
“Dammit, Moxxie! I just bought those eels!” Blitzo yelled in anger.
Soon, imp firefighters rushed to the scene to put out the flames as the group waited outside. The firefighters also carried the eels away to their red fire truck. Although imps were immune to fire, the buildings were not.
Mrs. Mayberry climbed into a taxi cab.
“Bye,” Blitzo waved, “and don’t worry, we’ll get that skank in less than twenty four hours or your first kill is free!” He waved as the taxi drove away.
“When did we start implementing that deal?” Moxxie asked.
Blitzo turned to glare at him. He pulled him close, holding his face.
“When you set fire to my office in front of a…” Blitzo screamed, “client, you fucking dipshit!" He shoved Moxxie out of the way in anger. “Now someone please tell me that fancy book is still intact!”
Loona stood against the wall, typing on her phone. “You mean our only ticket to the other side?” She pulled out a blue book from behind her. “Yeah, got it.”
Blitzo came over to her and started to baby talk to her. “And that’s why you’re my favorite, Loony. You get a treat now.”
He held up a dog treat in his hands, tossed it in the air and caught it with his long tongue.
“Ew, stop it,” Loona said with disgust. Blitzo pulled the biscuit into his mouth and chewed.
“You’re so gross!” she remarked.
A nearby billboard with Blitzo’s face on it read with misspellings: “Goat an asshole in the living worlds!? Come to I Am Pee!!??! Make sure you put this sign up on the rite side. Don’t fuck this up. Also payment may take a couple of weeks because it cums in the mail. –Speech to text- -Blitzo”
Millie drew a pentagram with chalk onto the wall. The pentagram glowed red and a portal to the human world appeared.
“Aw stop it, I get enough of that from my therapist,” Blitzo told Loona before she left. He mentioned to the other imps, and moved his fist in front of him. Now let’s go lick some ass!” He pressed his hand into Moxxie’s face.
“The expression is “kick some ass.” Blitzo,” Millie mentioned before she stepped through the portal. Blitzo let go of Moxxie’ face.
“Mine’s better,” Blitzo said before following her.
“Aw, fuck,” Moxxie sighed as he followed them through the portal.
All three imps stood in front of a small red house by the lake as the sun set. Blitzo and Moxxie leaned against the side of the house, rising from the bushes. Blitzo stood up and peered into a window. A row of white flowers were on a planter on the ledge.
“That’s gotta be her,” Blitzo whispered. He then chuckled darkly. “This is too easy.” He looked over at Moxxie. “Moxxie, do you want this one?”
Moxxie looked stunned and smiled nervously. “Me?”
“Yeah, this one’s simple enough for you to handle. It’s just a happy mother who just got out of the hospital.”
Moxxie stood up and looked through the window. His face fell as he looked at the happy family enjoying dinner. A pig’s head was at the center of the table. The house was decorated with axes and guns on the walls. A lamp stand seemed to be made out of a spinal column. Ralphie and Martha affectionately rubbed each other’s noses, Martha holding a dinner platter in her hand. Moxxie hesitated; there was no way he could kill any one of them.
“You snooze you lose, Mox!” Blitzo called out.
He got out his gun, which was black with flames painted on it. The reflector was an upside down cross and it hovered over Martha’s face. She smiled with large doe eyes and blinked innocently.
“And I’ve got you, bitch,” Blitzo murmured.
“Wait, are we actually killing a family?!” Moxxie asked in disbelief.
“No, don’t be a puss, we’re just killing a mother,” Blitzo remarked. “We’re running a family.” He grinned and clicked his rifle, positioning it.
“But…” Moxxie began. “Hold on, hold on, let’s just think about it…”
Moxxie lifted up the rifle just before Blitzo fired. The bullet hit a glass mirror in the house, causing the family members to gasp in fear.
“What was that, Ralphie?” Martha asked her husband, who sat at the table.
Ralphie shook his head. “I don’t know Martha, but whatever it is…”
He stood up with a sharp-toothed grin, holding a rifle in his hands.
“They’re gonna be tomorrow night’s dinner!”
Martha set the platter down on the table, downed a glass of wine and smashed the glass on the floor.
“Alright, kids! Gun’s out!” She called with an evil grin. The kids, too, grinned evilly as they pulled out smaller guns. The boy pulled out his from his brown beaver-skin hat.
“Looks like we’ve got some rabbits to catch, youngins!” Ralphie said with an evil chuckle.
Back outside, Blitzo was fuming. “What the fuck was that, Moxxie?”
Moxxie breathed anxiously before letting out a croak, his snake-like tongue flickering. He fell to his knees, hands over his face.
“I’m sorry. They just seemed so wholesome and happy.” Tears fell from his eyes. “I panicked.”
Blitzo face-palmed. “Oh who the fuck is innocent, Moxxie? From the moment of birth, you’re already a parasite leeching off your momma’s tits.”
He grabbed his chest in an imitation of holding breasts. He leaned in and poked Moxxie painfully on the head. “Now get the fuck over yourself you baby dick prick!”
A bullet fired through the wall and shot Blitzo in the arm. He cried out as black blood splattered.
“A new hole!” Blitzo cried in terror. “Scatter!”
Blitzo and Millie leapt into the air just as another gunshot created a larger hole in the wall. A grinning Martha and Ralphie leapt through the hole and chased after them, guns drawn. Moxxie peered out from behind the bush, rapidly looking around. A child’s hand grabbed Moxxie’s pointed tail and he yelped. He only saw a barrage of fists from the children before passing out.
Millie flipped backwards along a cobblestone trail before diving into the lake.
“There you go, little critter!” Ralphie called, firing another bullet. He stepped onto the wooden dock. “Y’all can’t hide long from me!”
Millie had her head above the water under the dock, a knife in her mouth. She broke through the dock with a crash before landing with a grin, knife at the ready. Ralphie swing a beer bottle at her, but she moved behind him out of the way. Millie jumped up in the air, knife in both hands. Ralphie swung the bottle upwards, hitting her in the head. The glass shattered and she fell to the ground with a loud yelp. Millie struggled weakly to stand, but collapsed onto the dock, eye twitching. Ralphie grinned down at her as the sky spiraled red. He picked her up and headed deep into the woods.
Moxxie opened his eyes and gasped with a squeak to find his hands and body tied with rope. He appeared to be tied to a stitched up headless dead body sitting on a chair. Moxxie’s face fell in fear as he stared at the boy and girl in front of him. Both their eyes were red and devious grins formed on their faces.
Moxxie tried to defuse the fear. “Oh. Hello there little ones. Aren’t you cute?”
The children spoke in low distorted voices, the boy finishing shortly after the girl.
“It’s nice to have a new critter to play with.”
Moxxie glanced up in terror at a red spotlight above him. The light revealed a human head high up and several limbs on plaques. The wooden walls were stained with red blood. Tow plaques held stitched up faces of skin. A larger plaque displayed a dead man with long white hair, arms crossed, eyes and teeth bulging out. His upper chest was connected to the plaque. A picture frame made of bones displayed another face made of skin inside it. Human skin was tacked to the wall with “bless this mess” stitched onto it. Moxxie looked and saw a dead human body on a platter, an apple in its mouth. Organs were displayed in a nearby bowl.
Moxxie took one look at the dead body and whimpered. “Aw. Crumbs.”
Meanwhile, Blitzo was running for his life in the woods. Four gunshots rang out as Blitzo darted through a bush, leaves falling to the ground. Martha’s evil echoing laughter quickened his pace. The imp slide down a grass hill, landing on his feet. He crouched under the bushes, looking around. He panted, catching his breath.
“I know you’re hurtin’, little devil,” drawled Martha in a sing-song voice.
Blitzo darted behind a tree, taking in deep silent breaths. His back was pressed against the bark. He covered his mouth, not daring to move.
“I promise that I can make that pain go real quick.”
Martha walked through the woods, not too far away, in shadow. “Just come let Mama Martha put a bullet in that pretty little skull!”
Blitzo sighed in relief after hearing the footsteps fade.
Ring! Ring! Ahh!
A startled Blitzo scrambled to retrieve his yellow cell-phone, which was ringing a yelling ringtone. He eventually caught the phone before pressing it to his ear. The phone had a GFY (Go Fuck Yourself) on it and a laughing devil emoji with imp horns.
“This is a really bad time,” Blitzo whispered.
At Stolas’ palace, the owl prince was currently lounging in an ornate bathtub, several lit candles with blue flames positioned around the edges. Astrological symbols glowed white in a circle on the floor. The midnight blue curtains looked like the night sky, with starry designs on them. Floating constellations hovered around the room. He was the prince of astronomy as well as being horny.
“When isn’t it a bad time, Blitzy?” he mused, stretching his long slender arm. He held a rotary phone to his ear, the speakers shaped like sunflowers.
Blitzo sighed in frustration. “What is it?”
Stolas’ four red eyes blinked. “I’ve been meaning to follow up on our last conversation regarding my grimoire?”
Blitzo’s angry face appeared in a bubble.
“What did you just call me?” Blitzo asked. Stolas popped the bubble with a finger. “My book, Blitzy. The book I was given to do my job that I have allowed you to use to do yours?”
Blitzo ducked as a bullet flew through the tree he was behind. Martha’s shadowy figure appeared in the hole, her eyes and mouth glowing red.
“I can hear ya, darling!” she called out.
“Shit,” Blitzo muttered, scurrying off.
“Anywho,” Stolas continued. “I have been thinking. You know, I have been permitting you to access the mortal realm less than legally for quite some time now, but I do need it back to fulfil my duties. I was thinking, what if we worked out some sort of exchange?”
He ran a finger along the edge of the tub. He then did a walking motion with his fingers as they glowed red.
“Favors for favors? Doesn’t that sound…” He spoke seductively, “…enticing?”
Blitzo skidded to a stop as another bullet hit a tree. He ducked behind another one and frantically whispered, “You gotta stop using your fancy-ass rich people talk, okay? I’m trying to concentrate on not getting fucked in my hay!”
Bam!
Another bullet hit a spot on the tree.
“Then let me keep it simple,” Stolas explained. “Once a month, on the full moon, you return the book to me, followed by a night of…”
His eyes glowed red, his beak open in lust…
“…passionate fornication.” He briefly slid lower in the tub with a blush before rising up to lean against the tub.
“And…you get to keep it the rest of the time. Sound fair my little imp?”
“Fine, whatever!” Blitzo replied.
Blitzo let out a happy sigh. “Oh Blitzy! I’m so excited! I cannot wait to fill your slimy **** inside of my *****…”
Blitzo cringed as Blitzo went on about the sexual things he planned to do to him.
Out of nowhere, Blitzo found himself being pinned against the tree by the bottom handle of Martha’s gun.
“Got ya!” she grinned. Bltzo’s phone was on the ground, Stolas still talking.
“So, you’re a little devil, huh?” she asked, a wide grin. “Come to drag me and my kin to Hell? Well not today, Satan!”
She pressed the gun further into Blitzo. “Gonna send y’all back where ya came from!”
She hit Blitzo hard and he slumped to the ground. She took him and headed off into the woods.
Back at the house, Moxxie struggled to free his tied up hands and body. In the reflection of the window, he could see the orange yellow lights of fires. He gasped.
“Millie!”
The two kids stared deviously at him. He froze when the girl revealed a long sharp knife in her hands. Moxxie glared, determined. As the girl raised the knife, Moxxie shoved her backwards with the chair. There was a thud as the chair toppled over onto the floor. Moxxie grabbed the knife and cut the rope loose, freeing himself. A “Live, Laugh, Love” sign and a hangman’s noose hung from the wall. Moxxie burst through the round window, a shadow silhouette with glowing yellow eyes. Wasting no time, he raced into the woods and toward rows of torches. Hanging from the trees were red Satanic symbols. There were also tents around the area.
A full moon appeared in the sky from behind thin clouds. Down below, Blitzo and Millie were tied to a stake decorated with black spikes at the top. Ralphie laughed as he poured gasoline onto the ground by their feet. Martha stood nearby, holding a torch in her left hand. Her blouse was torn and low cut, with polka dots on them. Her eyes were red and she wore skull earrings.
Blitzo groaned in frustration. “I had that fucking shot. God dammit, Moxxie.”
“Satan!” Martha declared. “We return your filthy creatures back to the pits of Hell!” She raised her torch. “May the root of evil remain honored as we continue thy work!”
Martha tossed the torch underneath Blitzo and Moxxie, who still struggled to free themselves. Ralphie laughed again. The stake soon lit up in flames…
…leaving the imps unscathed.
“Yeah, that’s not exactly how it works, lady,” Blitzo explained. “Sorry, your fire doesn’t really hurt us, but I mean I could fake it if that’ll get your dick hard.” He smirked and Millie giggled.
“Oh. Shit.” Martha stared confused and rolled her eyes. “I don’t have one.”
Then she got a better idea and grinned. “Well, I’ll just shoot you in your smart-ass mouth!” She held her rifle in her hands.
“That would be more effective,” Blitzo mentioned.
“Blitzo!” Millie spat.
Martha laughed again as she raised the rifle, two barrels pointing at the imps. The imps closed their eyes and flinched.
A loud bang and a yelp was heard. Martha’s eyeball flew from her socket and she collapsed to the ground.
“Moxxie!” Millie cried, seeing Moxxie hold a gun in his hands. Moxxie raced over and untied Millie and Blitzo.
“You’re not getting your goddam paycheck for this one, Mox!” Blitzo mentioned before he fell down. Moxxie and Millie embraced each other with small smiles. They slowly moved their heads against each other in affection. Ralphie tripped over Martha’s body before fleeing the scene.
“Oh yeah, thanks! I’m fine!” Blitzo spoke out in sarcasm.
Moxxie helped Blitzo up, supporting him.
“I’m sorry, sir. I compromised our objective and put us in harm’s way. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
Blitzo pulled Moxxie into a hug. “Apology accepted.” Then he spoke to Moxxie in a low threatening voice. “But if you ever pull off a stunt like this again, I’ll fuck you and your wife.”
Just as fast, Blitzo separated from Moxxie and announced, “Alrighty! Job well done! Now let’s get off.” Millie lifted her arms in a cheer. From his chest, Blitzo pulled out a gray horse figure with a back mane like a My Little Pony toy. He put it back and retrieved his cell phone.
“Eh. Yeah give me a moment. I need to get something I left at the house,” Moxxie said.
“Okay, fine but hurry up,” Blitzo said. He put his cell phone to his ear and spoke loudly, “Loona! We’re ready to come home, dear!”
Moxxie raced through the woods, determined to set things right. In the background, Stolas was talking to Blitzo, mentioning, “You and I on…peanut butter and jelly sandwiches all night.”
Back inside the house, the boy and girl were in their father’s arms in a corner.
“Don’t move!” Moxxie demanded, pointing his rifle at them. The boy and girl looked scared and innocent. The girl even had a dark gray stitched up teddy bear with her.
Ralphie chucked. “What are you gonna do, little guy? Kill us?”
“I should!” Moxxie replied, stepping back. “You people are monsters!” Then he lowered the rifle. “But… you should have a chance at a life and a purpose. Look at your children. They have their whole future ahead of them! You are going to face your crimes, justly.”
He picked up a remote from a stand. “I am calling your earthly authorities and they will make sure you are dealt with, fairly. I am handing this, my way.”
He pressed a button and a television turned on in the adjacent room. A black and white program played. Moxxie gasped in surprise, then looked down at it.
“Oh shit,” he muttered. The black remote had pink and white buttons reminiscent of a smiling goofy face.
“Uh do you…do you have a phone to summon 911?”
“Yeah, it’s in the kitchen,” Ralphie mentioned behind him.
Moxxie held the remote. “Then what’s this for?”
“It’s a universal remote,” Ralphie replied. “Got it for the kids.” The kids smiled and he pulled them in a hug.
“Aww,” Moxxie smiled, eyes shining.
He called the police and hurried back to the portal in the dark woods.
“There he is,” Blitzo said. “Have a good wank-off session, Moxxie?”
“Excuse me?”
Blitzo walked over to him. “Well I don’t care where you cum in the living world, just come to your job on time, alright?” He poked Moxxie several times for emphasis. “See you at the office!” He ran through the portal.
Millie placed a hand on Moxxie’s cheek. “You doing okay, sweetie?”
“Better now, honey,” Moxxie replied with a smile. “I think I just needed a minute to process.”
Millie tenderly touched Moxxie’s chest. “You have a good heart, honey.” She playfully pinched Moxxie’s nose. “Just a fuzzy head.” She kissed him and Moxxie’s heart fluttered. He smiled happily as Millie walked through the portal.
Moxxie heard the whirl of blades and flashes of light. He turned around. There were police cars and a helicopter in front of the house.
A voice over a loudspeaker said, “We got em’ boys!”
A missile fired at the roof and the entire house exploded in a fiery inferno. Something hit Moxxie in the face. He stared at the ground and found the head of the teddy bear that had flown off. He stared with a shocked look of disbelief on his face. The family that had a chance to be better was now dead.
Blitzo grabbed Moxxie hard by the neck and pulled him through the portal.
Later on, everyone was laughing and celebrating back at I.M.P. headquarters. They were all wearing birthday party hats. Loona and Mrs. Mayberry held slices of cake on plates. A white banner read “Killed the bitch,” in red letters. A white and blue cake sat in front of Moxxie, the blue icing read “We did it! :)” Everyone seemed joyful except for Moxxie. He still felt awful that they had killed an entire family. An evil family, but still…They had come close to being killed or caught. Now here they were celebrating human death.
Moxxie wasn’t sure if he agreed to the “senseless killing” morals of I.M.P. anymore.
Millie squealed for joy and hugged Moxxie tight around the neck. “Did you see my little Mox, Mox? We did it! Oh Moxxie!”
“Well here’s to another mission accomplished,” Blitzo announced, “…and Moxxie finally learned not to fuck up.”
Moxxie just stared wordlessly at his plate, dark circles under his eyes.
“And killing people isn’t that big of a deal if they try to kill you back,” Millie added, rubbing Moxxie’s white head of hair.
“That’s messed up,” said Mrs. Mayberry, “But I paid for it!”
Everyone except Moxxie chuckled at that.
“Yeah, fuck that family!” Blitzo declared, raising a fist.
Helluva Boss Episode Two: Loo-Loo Land
Part One: Octavia
Hundreds of years ago in Hell…Stolas’ Palace
Before Octavia Goetia was a 117 year old owl princess (Mentally turned seventeen supposedly August 15 2003), she was a cute little child owl living with her mother and father.
At night, faint blue constellations illuminated against the exterior of the estate. On the lower jutting wall structure supporting a balcony, Stolas’ sigil symbol also glowed blue in the dark. The balcony itself was spacious and decorated with hanging see-through drapes along the pillars. Spirals and a few eyes were also part of the design above the pillars. Bushes were lined up in rows on an upper row above the balcony, with little rows of coffin-shaped windows behind them in another wall. The borders of the building were decorated with difference phases of the moon in gold. Finally, the double doors on the balcony were stained glass in yellow and orange, with a sun on the left and a crescent moon on the right.
Inside the estate, three candles cast a dim teal light in the darkened master bedroom. The spacious room had a white tall couch off to the side and a rotary phone on a nearby dresser. Hanging on the wall was a mirror and several large portraits of Stolas dressed in red robes and a crown. Rows of small red banners hung around the top of the bed and four red curtains with gold royal symbols were draped tight around the bed. The bedspread matched the curtains.
“Mommy! Daddy!”
A child’s cry from another room roused the owl prince from his slumber. One of his red eyes opened halfway, another one a slit near the top of his dark feathery head. His face was white and heart-shaped. He turned his head to where his wife was sleeping. She was a white owl with long eyebrows that extended past her face. She was curled up in most of the blankets.
“Via’s calling us, Stella,” Stolas groaned sleepily.
Stella let out a sigh. “You get up,” she replied tiredly.
Stolas sighed and rose out of bed, briefly putting his fingers to his head. He opened the door to Octavia’s bedroom. The wallpaper consisted of several columns of moons and stars. Astronomy books lined a shelf while tapped drawings on the wall showed stick figures of Stolas and Octavia, labeled “Daddy,” and “Me.” A nearby portrait showed a smiling Stolas giving an overjoyed Octavia a piggy back ride against a blue background.
Stolas opened the white door, wearing his red housecoat and a pair of demon face slippers.
“Dear? What troubles you, my owlet?”
Octavia’s room was small, with a bookcase and strings of lights hanging around. A white and pink chest and telescope were decorated with stray feathers. Her bed was decorated with small stars and a pink crown on the white headboard, sparkling curtains on either side. A stuffed cat lay on the floor. A lavender blanket with yellow stars on it was currently quivering on the bed. A small frightened face popped out from under the covers: little Octavia. She wore pink jammies with white stars on them. Her face was white and her eyes were large and pink with white pupils. Three gray feathers stuck out from her feathery head and she also had a little tail.
The little girl sobbed and climbed out of bed.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
She ran into her father’s arms.
“I had a dream! A really bad dream!” Her mouth quivered in a whimper.
Stolas scooped her up into his arms and yawned.
“A nightmare.”
He wiped a tear away from her face.
Octavia spread out her arms. “I was looking all over the palace and…I couldn’t find you anywhere! You weren’t there!”
Tears appeared from her eyes and she hugged her father around the neck.
“There, there, Via. It’s okay; you’re okay.”
He pat her several times on the back and carried her into the room. A blue grimoire with a golden crescent moon on the cover floated into the room in a purple cloud of magic.
Stolas sat down on the bed, Octavia in his lap. The book hovered next to him and he waved his hand to turn the pages. Stolas looked at Octavia.
“When you’re sacred and you don’t know where I am, you must remember: I will never be far away from my special little Starfire.”
He playfully poked her on the nose and she giggled.
Stolas waved his hand and magic surrounded it. He moved his hand to the ceiling and created a starry portal above their heads. Octavia looked up with wonder in her eyes. It was then that Stolas started singing his lullaby: “You Will Be Okay.”
“It always seems more quiet in the dark”
“It always feels so stark”
Both of them floated upward through the hole. A brilliant indigo night sky filled with stars was revealed. A small bright sun and a distant ringed planet hovered in the distance. Stolas stood on the surface of a large white moon dotted with craters of various sizes.
“How silence grows under the moon
Constellations gone so soon”
Stolas’ feet made talon bird tracks on the surface as he carried his daughter.
“I used to think that I was bold
I used to think love would be fun
Now all my stories have been told
Except for one”
Stolas looked down at Octavia’s innocent eyes as their faces shone from the pinkish light of the nearby star. Octavia was the ongoing part of his life that Stolas continued to live for, day by day. In all the centuries of his long life, no sexual conquests, no battles nor royal duties could compare with the unique experience of raising a child. In a sea of constellations, Octavia was a guiding light to a greater purpose.
The ringed planet hovered beside another planet bathed in purple-pink light. A rocky meteor caught on fire and soared toward a molten planet.
“As the stars start to align
I hope you take it as a sign
That you’ll be okay”
Stolas sat down on a small rock and held his daughter close.
“Everything will be okay.”
The meteor slowly dipped into the molten planet, turning a fiery orange. The meteor broke through the planet, causing it to break into rocky pieces. Stolas and Octavia sat on a floating chunk of rock as light burst upward from between the gaps of the planet debris.
“And if the Seven rings collapse
Although the day could be my last
You will be okay. When I’m gone you’ll be okay…”
Octavia yawned and nestled into her father’s feathery chest with a small smile on her sleepy face. Stolas knew that even a powerful demon like himself could not live forever. Angelic weapons could kill both Hell-born and Sinners in Hell. The higher class Hell-born could respawn like the Sinners but unlike the dead previous humans, the Hell-born aged slowly and could die of natural causes like mortals.
Stolas was a part of a powerful ancient clan of demons, one of the first in Hell. The Ars Goetia brothers in arms were very numerous and powerful…desirable targets for enemies like Valentino and the lot. The family living for so many years didn’t lessen the potential sadness that permanent death would bring.
Like any good parent, Stolas wanted what was best for his child; to pass down some existential knowledge for her to remember later on.
“And when creation goes to die
You can find me in the sky”
Seven planets flew toward the sun, creating powerful impacts. The planets turned ashen black before everything burst into an explosion of light. Stolas’ vocalizing face was illuminated by the large pink smoke from the galactic explosion.
Tears pooled in Stolas’ eyes as the portal closed behind him, now back in the bedroom. A red and gold metallic model of a solar system hung from the back wall. Stolas lifted the starry blanket and draped it over a sleeping Octavia.
“Upon the last day
And you will be okay…”
Stolas walked toward the door, looking at her lovingly again before closing it. Octavia slept peacefully in her bed like a happy chick in a nest.
Stolas’ palace, Dec 9 2020, present day
Octavia jolted awake suddenly, her pink eyes angular with constricted white pupils. Her hand rested by her face. Her eyes narrowed in anger, her fist clenched as piercing yelling from another room echoed off the walls.
Her parents were having yet another fight.
She got out her phone and texted Loona: “Parents fighting again. Fuck my life.”
Loona replied: “Srry 2 hear that. Currently dealing with asshole boss and Moxxie the dick. Hang out at concert Friday?”
Octavia: “Hope so. Mom has grudge against imps and hellhounds, what a royal bitch.”
Loona: “Smh. Hang in there, my friend.”
Octavia knew that her regal mother, Stella was pissed that Stolas had fucked the imp Blitzo behind her back. Octavia often worried that Stolas would go on some honeymoon with that creature and leave her behind with Stella. Stella wasn’t cruel but she was sterner than Stolas was. Octavia didn’t know which was worse, her father’s childish attitude laced with a perverted nature…or her mother’s cold critiques of Octavia’s behavior. Stella loved her but expected her to mold into the royal role she was given from birth. Stella was more concerned with tea parties, fashionable attire and her appearance than Octavia’s many thoughts.
Currently, Octavia was just a typical emo/goth teenager who had to deal with a lot of stuff going on.
Octavia’s room was different as well. More spacious, it had a couple of slanted windows between purple drawn curtains that let in some light. A solar system mobile hung from the ceiling in the center of the room. A mirror hung on the wall along with several banners with suns and moons on them. A long couch in the style of white feathers sat off to the side, complete with comfy cushions and pillows. There was a smaller purple telescope as well. Her bed still had the sparkling starry drapes and above that, were hanging purple drapes with a small moon on it and a large pink eye at the very top. Her bedspread was midnight blue with crescent moons on them and the chest by her bed was plainer than before.
Octavia sat up in bed, with her feathers ruffled, quite literally as well as figuratively. With a grumpy look on her face, Octavia inserted earphones into her ears and held a blue phone in her hand, decorated with a yellow crescent moon. Octavia got dressed in her usual pink shirt with stars on it, black pants, shoes and a crown on her head.
A playlist of songs appeared, the majority of them were by My Chemical Romance and some were by Lilith. An icon with flames and a sad face appeared on the screen and she pressed the play icon. Pop music played in her ears as a person sang: “My world is burning down around me.”
The screams grew with intensity as she got out of bed and walked down a hall lined with Venus Fly Trap plants of different colors. They were arranged in a pattern of brown, magenta and purple. One poor potted planet crashed to the floor in front of Octavia. She stepped over the mess as she continued listening.
She could hear the vehement arguments form her parents as she walked into the spacious kitchen.
There was her mother, Queen Stella in a white dress with the top part of her outfit a light pink. A crown was on her head and light gray feathers fanned from her head like long hair.
“I can’t believe you slept with an imp, in our fucking bed!”
“It was unexpected!” Stolas replied. “I didn’t have time to go to a motel!”
Stella seethed in disgust. “A motel?! Like a fucking plebian?!” (Roman word for commoner)
“You want to fuck this one too?!”
In a fury, she grabbed a small white dressed imp butler and tossed him at her husband.
Stolas flinched, holding up his hands. “No! Of course not!”
Stella pointed a finger at him. “You are a god damn embarrassment! I’m not spending another moment looking at your pathetic, imp-sucking face!”
Stella stormed out of the room, tossing and breaking more of Stolas’ beloved plants as she yelled.
Stolas sighed in exasperation before turning to look at his sulking daughter who was sitting at a table with a box of cereal.
“Good morning, Octavia!” he greeted. “Did you sleep well, my owlet?”
“Was that a serious question?” she deadpanned as she drank coffee from a mug.
“Mm-hmm…” Stolas began as he walked to an old fashioned white refrigerator with the royal crest on it. He opened the door and took out a slab of zebra meat on a plate. In a corner shelf was a can of soda and a cartoon of chocolate milk. In a zip-lock bag were three white dead mice for a later snack. (They are owls after all!)
“What’s that you’re listening to?” he asked, with a snap of his fingers.
“This song is called “My World Is Burning Down Around Me.” It’s by Fuck You Dad. It’s a band.”
“Oh…how charming…” Stolas chuckled bemusedly. He shut the door and fed the meat to a large white potted plant in a small alcove off the kitchen as he pet it. The satisfied plant closed its three eyes. A starry calendar hung on a nearby wall.
“So…you two done screaming for the day?” Octavia asked.
“Um…” Stolas began as Stella let out another scream of anger along with a crash.
Stolas walked over to Octavia, who had a box of Robo Fizz’s Greed Seed cereal next to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder. “You know what I haven’t done in a long, long time? I haven’t taken you to your favorite place in all of Hell! Why don’t we go to Loo-Loo Land?” He mentioned to a portrait of Stolas, Stella and a happy child Octavia in a dress at an apple theme park.
“I’m not five anymore.”
“You always were so happy when I took you to Loo-Loo Land! What do you say we go there again, have a day, just the two of us!”
“I’d rather kill myself,” she deadpanned.
“There we go!” Stolas beamed, bypassing her comment. “Anything but staying in this house.” He lifted a finger. “Now, I’ll arrange our security.”
He picked up a white rotary phone carried on a platter by the battered imp servant.
“Security for a theme park?”
“We are rich, and we’re hot. People want our money and our bodies!”
“Our money, maybe,” Octavia said under her breath. Stolas rotated the dial a few times.
“Speak for yourself, Princess. Now, I’m calling the only man who can fuck me!”
Octavia looked with disgust, cereal falling from her hand. “What?”
“Who can protect me! Us. Being part of the Goetia family is rather valuable, you know.” The imp collapsed.
Octavia groaned and pulled her hat down over her eyes.
At the I.M.P. office, there was a picture of Blitzo wrapped in a towel with the words “#1 bitch” on it, with the word “boss” in red over the letters. A paper crown rested on one corner of the picture frame.
Blitzo played with crude representations of Moxxie and Millie made of office supplies. “Millie” was made from a stick and clips while “Moxxie” was made from an eraser.
“Oh, Blitzo, you’re such a good boss!” Blitzo impersonated Millie. “Yeah, I really want you sir,” he impersonated Moxxie. “Me too!” he said as Millie. “Let’s three-way!” he said as himself before lowering the office puppets to his crotch. The screaming ringtone of his cell-phone interrupted his pansexual fantasy.
“What?!” he yelled into it. He lounged in his chair, legs propped up as he drank iced coffee from a bloodstained mug. A poster with SpindleHorse on hind legs with “Wild and Free,” hung from the wall.
“Why hello, my big-dicked Blitzy!” Stolas spoke lustfully.
Both Blitzo and Octavia forcefully spit out their coffee.
Blitzo spoke angrily, “What…”
Octavia said, “The…
Blitzo: “Fuck…”
Octavia: “Dad?!
“Language! Everyone!” Stolas shouted out loud before speaking into the phone. “I have a special request.”
“Aw look,” Blitzo mentioned, “I just had a chemical peel, so you’ll have to find someone else’s face to plant that feathered ass!” He was in no mood for another intimate session.
“It’s for my daughter.”
A session with Stolas’ daughter? “Ah, well make sure she washes it.”
“Oh! No! No, no, no!” Stolas cried taken aback. “I’m taking my daughter to Loo-Loo Land and I was hoping you brave little imps would accompany us.”
“We’re assassins, not bodyguards, okay? Don’t invite us to shit unless someone’s gonna die.”
“I’ll pay you.”
“With what?”
“Money.”
“Done!” Blitzo yelled in confirmation, accidentally smashing his phone against the desk. He glanced in annoyance at the shattered pieces before producing a white megaphone with a painted monster mouth on it. He put the crown on his head.
“M and M, get in here! We’re goin’ to Loo-Loo Land!”
Moxxie opened the door to respond. “Loo-Loo Land?” he asked in concern. An excited Millie smashed her head through the glass window of the office door. “Loo-Loo Land!” Her eyes were shining.
“Loo-Loo Land!” Blitzo yelled excitedly through the megaphone, his long snake-like tongue flickering.
“Shut the fuck up!” Loona yelled from another room.
Part Two: Loo-Loo Land
Loo-Loo Land was a knockoff apple themed park located in Mammon’s Ring of Greed. The sky was blue instead of red like it was in the Ring of Pride. Indeed, there were Seven Rings in this Hell ruled by Archdemons and named after the Seven Deadly Sins: Pride, Envy, Lust, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Wrath. Only sinners could dwell in the Ring of Pride; it was Lucifer’s punishment since he hated mortals. Lucifer, Satan, Leviathan, Mammon, Asmodeus, Belphegor and Beezelbub were the Archdemons…but Lucifer was the Ringmaster of all of them!
A wide array of attractions spun, lit up, whirled and roared to life, some of them reaching toward the sky. There was a large Ferris wheel with a large blue star structure in the center. A star flyer swing ride spun people on swings, while a towering red roller coaster contrasted against the blue sky. A brick tower displayed an eye with pointed ears on the top of it. A white and red stripped circus tent stood between two tall pillars with red painted caramel apples on top as part of the design. Two smiling red apples wearing straw hats were the pillars that flanked the entrance. A teal sign with blinking lights around the border read “Mammon’s Loo-Loo Land” in white, the last “o” hanging lopsidedly. A cardboard cutout of Robo Fizz had an extended hand in an arch holding a welcome sign. A sign read, “Legally he have to say this,” and another sign said “Not affiliated with Lu Lu World.” Another sign read “Money please!” by a ticket booth.
A dark gray van pulled into a parking spot and Moxxie got out. He walked with a blank expression on his face, wearing a black suit and dark sunglasses like his imp colleagues. A bold red I.M.P. decal was spray painted onto the van door. Moxxie slid open the door.
There was the hunched black silhouette of Stolas, his four red eyes glowing menacingly in the dark. He got out of the van, a happy tall owl wearing red shorts and a white Loo-Loo Land shirt. There was a brief silhouette of Octavia, her two eyes glowing violet. Octavia seethed in annoyance as she peered out through the door. Blitzo and Millie came along as well, getting up from the red seats. Stolas put on an apple hat with big eyes and excitedly mentioned for his daughter to come along. Octavia covered her face with her black hat before following.
In a black suit and sunglasses, Blitzo strolled by Stolas with a serious expression as they walked by a booth that sold apple Loo-Loo hats. By a clock with a black crown on it that read 7:30 AM, was another booth with “Balloons Attack” on it.
“Now remember, this is work and work only,” Blitzo reminded Stolas. “Me and my crew are not here to satisfy your perverted bird needs, alright?”
“Hey, dad, do we have to…” Octavia complained before Blitzo cut her off.
“Okay, yeah, hold on right there, sweetie.” He turned to Stolas, holding an accusing finger at him. “If you try fuckin’ my little ass in that park, I swear to…”
Stolas leaned down and playfully tapped and booped Blitzo on the nose. “You are so cute when you are serious!”
“I am literally going to be sick,” Octavia deadpanned.
“Oh crumbs!” exclaimed Moxxie, rummaging through his small gray bag. “I knew today would be a lot! What do you need?”
Moxxie fished around in the bag, retrieving pill bottles. “Antacids? Ibuprofen? Morphine?”
With a sharp toothed grin, Moxxie showed Octavia eight hypodermic needles with a glowing green substance in them.
“That was figurative, old man,” Octavia replied, arms crossed before walking away.
“Oh, right,” Moxxie chuckled sheepishly as he casually tossed the needles into a baby stroller by the cotton candy booth. A red baby imp wearing a bib with a pentagram on it stuck out his tongue and cooed as he reached playfully toward the deadly looking needles.
“But she said it was ‘literally,’” Moxxie muttered under his breath.
On a wall of a Plush booth were Robo Fizz posters and several taped signs that read: “Not Lu Lu World! Stop showing complaints,” “Does Lu Lu World have a sex robot? No! Stop asking!” “I would never do that to my BFF Lucifer.” “Everyone is so mean to me.”
Millie took off her sunglasses and beamed. “Wooow! I haven’t been to this place since I was a tot!”
An R on an “Apple Core Roll” sign fell off and squashed a poor teen imp below it. Moxxie flinched.
“It hasn’t changed a bit! Oh! Look! It’s Big Lovely!”
Near a gray Extermination booth with exterminator plush heads stood a blue animatronic T-Rex dinosaur wearing a shirt with a planet on it. It had yellow lopsided eyes. Three imps stood to watch it. It suddenly opened its mouth and let out a fierce roaring shriek.
“That is…deeply upsetting,” Moxxie mentioned. Millie pulled him toward her. “Oh come on! It’s fun! You’ve never been here?”
“No,” said Moxxie. “Theme parks always disturbed me. Especially the mascots,” he shivered.
The park’s apple mascot suddenly appeared behind Moxxie. It was a large red apple with a big row of teeth with several holes in them. The top of the apple was green and a black top hat rested on top of the costume. The eyes were big, the black pupils shaped like Pacman symbols. The mascot also wore gloves.
“Well hey there!” the mascot called in a goofy southern accent.
Moxxie screamed in fright as the imps both turned around.
“I’m Loo-Loo! Welcome to Loo-Loo Land!” said the mascot, spreading out his arms. “If y’all get hurt here, just try and sue us!” The mascot stood on an apple design on the ground as the animatronic head fell onto another imp. Stolas and Octavia stood near a carousel with monstrous looking horses and a small triceratops dinosaur. Some of the horses had bat wings, painted eyes all over and fiery shaped manes.
Stolas’s eyes glowed with childish excitement, while Octavia stood embarrassed. “Look! Via! It’s Loo-Loo!”
“I have a question,” Octavia stated, holding up a finger.
The mascot leaned in close to her. “Well ask away, little girlie!” The mascot bounced around, an eyeball hanging out as he made “a-hyuk, a-hyuk a-hyuk” sounds.
“Is it true this park is just a really shameless spin-off of Lucifer’s far more popular Lu Lu World?” Octavia smirked as Stolas looked at her with a pleading frown.
The mascot paused. “No?”
Octavia narrowed her eyes and scoffed. “This place reeks of insecure corporate shame.”
Stolas chuckled in embarrassment before leading Octavia away. “Why don’t we go check out the rides?”
“That chick’s creepy, huh?” the mascot asked.
“Ah, wait till her dad tries to diddle your holes,” Blitzo deadpanned.
“What’s that mean?”
“Don’t talk to me!” Moxxie called in suspicion, poking a finger at him. “I know you’re a pervert under there!”
Moxxie and Millie left. The mascot hung his body in dejection as he sighed “Yeah.”
Moxxie and Millie headed down a pathway while a sweating Moxxie stopped to catch his breath. “You really like this place, huh?”
“I love this place!” Millie exclaimed. “My parents would bring me and my siblings here, when they could swing it, Money-wise.” Willie and Lillie were Millie’s brother and sister and sometimes they were just as excited as she was. Unlike Blitzo’s mean father Donner and Moxxie’s parents, Millie’s parents tried to do what was best for their children while also attempting to survive.
An imp wearing loose clothing and a baseball cap pushed a wheelbarrow full of money into a nearby toy shop. A nearby sign on a brick wall showed a Robo Fizz doll and the words, “New! Fizzy Buddy! He laughs, he sings, he swears! Tell your parents to buy me! Over 100 lovable phrases! Posable! Only 48% asbestos.”
The two imps approach a window where apple plushies and apple shaped novelty cups with Ls on them were sold for $29.
Moxxie mentioned, “Yeah, the prices do seem rather criminal. I mean, that much for a novelty cup you use one time?”
“’Cause it’s Loo-loo Land!” Millie said excitedly. Blitzo walked over, slurping from a straw in a novelty cup. He wore a hat with an apple on it and two can holders and straws attached to it. Loo-Loo Land brought back memories of him and his sisters doing jokes and performing at the circus.
“Listen to your ho’ Mox,” Blitzo said, mentioning behind him. “How ‘bout I take the first watch while you two…” he winked, “have a little fun.” Stolas held up a white shirt with an apple on it to Octavia who frowned.
“Oh!” Millie cried. “We gotta do my favorite ride!” She picked Moxxie up and carried him as she ran.
“Oh yeah? Whi-Which one?”
Millie and Moxxie raced over to The Lawsuit roller coaster, the carts were red with the front displaying a green grin. The ride plunged at a sheer 90 degree drop while on fire. A lone rider hung on for dear life and screamed as the ride plunged into a tunnel in the ground. The mascot posed by a height rules sign. Later on, Moxxie threw up in a trash can as an angry vomit covered imp family glared at them. Even the red three eyed dragon from the petting zoo glared at Moxxie.
Stolas happily carried a balloon in his hand while Octavia slouched on. They walked by a stand that read “Funnel Cakes: Eternal Suffering” with popcorn and a sausage on a fork. Blitzo snuck around like a secret agent with his sniper rifle. He appeared on a teal-green tent roof of an “Ice Cream Bugs” stand. Blitzo slid with his rifle and knocked over cups at a “Hot and Cold Drunks” stand. The imps glared at him as he toppled backwards onto the ground. A nearby blaster game was titled “Stop that Soul” and showed a frowning sun and cardboard angels in clouds with xs over their eyes. Another sign read “Hax Away.”
Five grinning imps with knives and weapons peered out from an alleyway at Stolas, itching to kill him and steal the prince’s money. Blitzo slid along the floor, then glared at the imps, causing them to scatter away. Blitzo aimed his sniper again, near a game where imps could knock out mechanical clown’s teeth at “Teeth Off!” Stolas tilted his head upside down and stroked Blitzo’s horns from above. There was a game where one could toss balls into skulls and a ring toss with real spikes to toss them onto.
“You know, it’s quite thrilling to see you on the job, Blitzy.”
“Save it, bitch. I’m working.”
Octavia rolled her eyes. “You both need to get a room.”
“Hey!” Blitzo called. “I am not a day-hooker!”
A nearby imp mother and her baby glared at Blitzo.
“What? I just said I’m not one, prude!” He flipped her the bird. A nearby film sign read “Pirana.”
Meanwhile, Moxxie and Millie walked along a line of booths, one read “Muppet” and one read “Knock a Bottle.” Millie suddenly beamed and pulled Moxxie toward another vendor. A smug imp wearing a yellow hat and a red shirt spotted them.
“Hello, hello!” he called. “Step right up and win a thing!”
Millie’s eyes shone as she gasped and pointed upwards. “Oh, look Moxxie! A thing!”
The “thing” was a purple stuffed animal wearing pink overalls with stripped imp horns. It had a yellow beak, an upside down cross on it and a tag with “Thing?” on it.
Moxxie looked at her with a grin. “Oh, you like that thing?”
“Yessss!” Millie exclaimed, drawing out the word. “I don’t know what that thing is, but I want that thing!”
Moxxie straightened his bow tie with a smug look. “Finally something I can handle.”
He walked up to the vendor, took out some money and handed it to the carnie. “Okay! One game, please!”
The carnie rolled his eyes and handed Moxxie a clown-like blaster with his tail. Moxxie pulled the trigger with one eye shut and the cork projectile hit the bullseye on the cardboard smiling apple’s behind. Millie clapped in the background. Moxxie made a “ricochet” noise and blew the black powder smoke clear of the gun.
The carnie just grinned. “Strike one, little man!”
Moxxie stared in disbelief. “But I hit it!”
“Hmm, I don’t know what to tell you, buddy. The target, see? It didn’t go down. So yeah, no go, bro.”
Moxxie slammed another dollar bill onto the counter, picked up the gun and fired again. He hit the bullseye but the cardboard apple stayed in place. He slapped the pistol in annoyance. “The Heaven’s wrong with this thing?!”
The carnie smirked. “Oh man, a real shame I tell ya. Whaa, whaa!” He pretended to cry and rub his eyes.
Moxxie hissed in anger and slapped another bill on the counter. “Another!”
Again and again Moxxie tried to hit it, but the carnie rigged the game, not making the apples go down. Soon, the carnie was holding 600 souls of Moxxie’s money, the dollar bills had Robo Fizz on them. He rolled one bill up into a cigar and put it in his mouth.
“Wow! Man, you’re really starting to make this sad. You know, if you suck, you suck! Guess you won’t win your honey here a prize.”
Moxxie seethed in anger.
“Let me try!” Millie said, taking the blaster from Moxxie. She fired it and the cork flew far off between the apples. The carnie grinned mischievously, and pressed a foot pedal, making an apple target go down.
“Oh, look at that! Lucky shot, baby,” the carnie said. He wiggled the rolled up bill against Moxxie and dropped it. Millie laughed and clapped.
Moxxie yelled, “Are you kidding me?! You…you…charlatan!”
The carnie pressed his hand into Moxxie’s face. “Hey, uh get lost pipsqueak, I’m talkin’ to the lady.”
He leaned toward her and made a purring sound, causing her to flinch back in disgust.
Meanwhile, Stolas pulled Octavia close with a gasp, letting go of his balloon.
“Look, Via! You used to cry such tears of joy at this show!”
Stolas mentioned to a large circus tent with promotional signs of Robo Fizz on either side. A mother imp tried to drag her crying child toward the tent.
“Oh no…” Octavia breathed, her white pupils constricting. A flashback of when she was a young girl came back to her. She was pushed against the stage by other cheering imp children. Robo Fizz was a robotic imp jester who posed on the stage with his arms spread out. An animatronic band was behind him. A neon sign above read “Fizzarolli and Friends,” with the “R” burnt out which made it look like “Fiends.” Robo Fizz sparked and cackled, wiggling his fingers and leering over a crying Octavia. Off to the side, a scowling Blitzo was dressed in clown makeup and attending a food cart.
Back in the present, Octavia and Blitzo muttered at the same time: “I hate that fucking clown!”
Meanwhile, Stolas happily waved as he was being held captive in the air by the gang of imps pointing weapons at him.
“Oh Blitzy! I need my bodyguard, please!” Stolas smiled unconcerned before another imp jumped up and put a purple cloth sack over the owl’s head. Another imp grinned and held Stolas’ wallet. One imp jumped, trying to skewer him with a pitchfork. Blitzo turned around and fired his rifle, shooting the imp in the torso. Black blood splattered against the cloth sack over Stolas’ head. The imps dropped him and quickly scattered away. Blitzo carried Stolas into the tent and set him down on a wooden bench before leaving. Octavia sat next to him, rolled her eyes and removed the blood-soaked cloth form Stolas’ head. The owl blinked, wondering where he was.
Two spotlights merged into one on the stage and Robo Fizz flapped open the curtains. He wore a jester outfit and his horns were covered with stripped cloth and little bells hung from the ends. A happy face and sad face pin were by his shoulders along with a string of lights as a necklace. His pants were stripped and he wore gloves. His shirt had small white hearts near the bottom and his eyes glowed an eerie green.
Six lit up arrow signs pointed to him and read: “Fizzarolli,” “Robot property of Mammon,” “Look at him go!” “Yes! Love 2 c it!” “Wow!” “He.”
Robo Fizz held up a sign with “Lu Lu” crossed out in red with “Loo-Loo, the better one,” on it. He also briefly held out a red and gold contract signed by Mammon: “This is a statement regarding the unfair accusations that my theme park “Loo-Loo Land” is trying to profit off my friend and ruler Lucifer’s park Lu Lu World. This is false. These allegations are baseless and untrue. You are all just dicks. Fuck right off and stop saying that, alright? They are legally distinct. I checked. Signed Mammon.”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey implings!” he said in his showman voice. “It’s me, the Robotic Fizzarolli! Shipped from Mammon’s factory to bring you a wonderful show celebrating Loo-Loo Land (spelled with O’s to avoid lawsuits!) Hit it!”
Rows of spotlights lit up and he began to sing. The curtains opened and Robo Fizz’s Five Nights at Freddy’s band played. An open clown mouth served as the stage backdrop. Robo Fizz rapidly pointed at a boy imp and a girl imp and made his rounds toward Stolas and Octavia. He moved back to the stage just as Blitzo aimed his sniper at him in warning. The band played on a rising structure shaped like a cake, decorated with eyes and sharp spikes.
“Loo-Loo Land, Loo-Loo Land!
Everybody sing along with the Loo-Loo band!
Every girl, every boy, every woman, every man
Loves Loo-Loo Land!”
An animatronic bear and a smaller rabbit meshed together played a red banjo with a pentagram on it. A lopsided dinosaur played a guitar decorated with flames. A green frog with large human teeth played the Robo Fizz head drums and a brown dog played the triangle. The two speakers on either side were shaped like weapons and had skulls on them. “Fizzarolli and Friends” sign glowed at the top.
“Loo-Loo Land! Loo-Loo Land!
Everything is beautiful in Loo-Loo Land!
Ugly children holdin’ hands
In Loo-Loo Land!”
Robo Fizz briefly pulled a crowd of imps into a hug before spinning around and tossing them aside. They crashed back into the stands. He hugged the animatronic dinosaur which fizzled and slapped the bear and rabbit, which squirted black ink at a nearby imp.
He poured gasoline onto a pile of “cease and desist” papers, causing them to go up in flames.
“Everybody’s friendly, and nobody is mean
No copyright infringement’s ever seen!”
In an imitation of Princess Charlie, Robo Fizz then posed on top of a piano. He stood on top, hand over his heart in the spotlight.
“I have a dream (he has a dream)
I’m here to tell (he has to tell)
About a magical fantastic place called Loo-Loo Land!”
He spun his body around and landed in a pose with arms and legs spread out. Octavia watched with disgust and boredom.
“Loo-Loo Land, Loo-Loo Land!
Everybody sing along with the Loo-Loo band!
Every girl, every boy, every woman, every man
Loves Loo-Loo Land!”
The show ended with a pyrotechnic display. Green flames ate up one of the curtains and Robo Fizz laughed as he did a final pose up front. Octavia leaned her head back and pounded her fist on the bench in annoyance. Stolas cheered and rapidly clapped.
“Ohhohohoho! How delightful! Haven’t had this much fun since the last Harvest Moon Festival…” Octavia hid her face in her hat again.
Behind Stolas, an imp armed with a wave-shaped keris sword rose from beneath the seats, ready to stab him. The imp’s head was quickly blown apart by Blitzo at the back seats.
“Oh! My, what aim you have, Blitzy!” Stolas praised.
“Ugh! I can’t do this anymore!” Octavia shouted in frustration.
“Octavia!” Stolas reached out in concern as the owl teen stormed off. Stolas chased after her as Blitzo followed suit. Robo Fizz cackled as he spotted the imp dashing along.
“Ha ha ha hoho-oh! Is that Blitzo my sensors spot up there?” He emphasized the silent “O” in his name. “I bet the kiddies are still running away from you, huh?”
He spun his head around in loops and cackled.
“The “O” is silent now!” Blitzo stopped and yelled.
Robo Fizz mocked him some more and did wild dance-like poses. “Uh huh! Just like your audience always was when you to-told your lazy jokes here!”
Blitzo tossed his sunglasses aside. “I make more money killing people than you do being a cheap-ass ripoff of an overrated sell-out jester!”
“Oh ho ho! Someone’s salty! Real or not though, people love me! Does anybody love you…”
His face turned dark and his eyes glowed menacingly, grin stretched wide, “Blitzo?!”
“No. But I’m really good with guns now!” Blitzo took out his sniper. “Dance, bitch!”
Blitzo slammed a new magazine into his rifle, switched it to full-auto and opened up on Robo Fizz, who cartwheeled out of the way of the rounds. He rapidly spun like a wheel up the stairs to where Blitzo was. He coiled himself around Blitzo like a snake, before using his momentum to launch the imp out of the tent.
“Fuck meeeee!” Blitzo yelled.
Outside, Wally Wayford, an imp with a southern accent was selling lit torches. There were two posters of Robo Fizz, the first was “Fizzarolli and the Handy Dandies.”
The other showed Robo Fizz with handcuffs: “Robo Fizz Personal Companion. Gives and receives. Ribbed for your pleasure. Real tentacle action. Ten speed vibration. BDSM feature. Machine Washable.”
“Torches, I say, I say!” Wally said in a southern accent. “Get your inconvenient torches here!”
Blitzo landed on the cart with a yell, which scattered the green torches everywhere.
“Ow…I say ow!” Wally yelled.
The flames lit the big top of fire. The flames rapidly spread to all corners of the park. Burning animatronics fled the tent as Robo Fizz cackled with demonic glee at the chaos.
Back at the blaster game, Blitzo had crash landed through the roof and into the pervert carnie just in time, saving Millie.
“Sir?” asked Moxxie, surprised.
“Oh hey guys!” a dazed Blitzo replied. “You should probably go and uh…make sure Stolas is okay! I got some…unfinished business to take care of.”
Blitzo stood up and drew a brown flintlock pistol and fired. Robo Fizz swayed creepily toward Blitzo, a red eye showing on his burning grinning face, green flames behind him. The impact spun Robo Fizz’s head around…but the jester was unharmed by the shot.
“Oh what a mouth!” Blitzo exclaimed as Robo Fizz caught the bullet in his mouth and spat it out. Blitzo grimaced as Robo Fizz rolled at him again. Moxxie, Millie and Blitzo jumped out of the way as the jester hit the booth, destroying it in a large explosion. Shrapnel and several white imp head prizes flew through the air on fire. The piece of a stuffed animal hit a young imp boy on the head, leaving him unconscious. The photographer then snapped the picture of the imp family.
“Goddammit Nathan!” the fat father yelled. “You ruined another bloody photo! Why were you even born?!”
Stolas wandered around other booths: Aim and Fire Shoot Apple, Happy Ducking, and a bomb themed Knok Knok game. One was called Eggs in the Basket, Poison Apples sold caramel apples decorated like slimy skulls and a dunking game was called Drown the Sinner.
Stolas then gasped. “Octavia!”
Octavia ran into a fun house shapes like an elongated head of Lucifer. The face was white with the blushes on the cheeks and the eyes were green and snake-like. The steps were positioned onto a long tongue and the fun house entrance was shaped like Lucifer’s fanged mouth. A top hat and an apple reading “Fun House” was at the top. Stolas followed her inside as two grinning imps held rope and weapons close behind.
The neon interior was filled with eyes, tubes, swinging pendulums, mirrors and disembodied hands. Stolas went further into the room and looked around. A sign reading “Smile” had an arrow pointed down at a tunnel. A shadow appeared behind Stolas as a random imp jumped onto his shoulders.
“Um, I think I’m supposed to be body-guarded right now!” Stolas said, annoyed.
The imp covered Stolas’ mouth with his shirt sleeve, but was shot in the head, falling to the ground. Moxxie and Millie appeared in the entryway, Millie had just shot the imp.
“Ugh. That’s better,” Stolas said, brushing his sleeve. “Where is Blitzy? He’s my knight in shining armor, not you littler ones.” Even his apple hat got an annoyed expression on it.
The imps came over to him, Millie hugging the thing stuffed animal. “He’s…uh busy.”
“Being a fool,” said Moxxie.
“What kind of fool?” asked Stolas.
“The “everything is now on fire,” kind,” Moxxie replied.
Stolas left the imps, dodging two swinging pendulums, and headed down a tunnel into an adjoining room filled with eyes on the wall. He then spotted Octavia sitting in one of four apple-themed rail cars, crying.
“Octavia…” Stolas breathed. He took off his apple hat and it fell to the floor, the goofy face now a sad face, reflecting Stolas’ emotional state.
Stolas scooted next to Octavia, leaving a bit of space between them. “I take it you are…not having fun.”
“I didn’t even want to come here!” Octavia protested.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I thought you loved it here.”
Octavia glared at her father. “When I was a kid and my parents didn’t hate each other, and my dad didn’t flirt with some weird red dickhead the entire time.”
Both owls looked downcast.
“I’m sorry, Via,” Stolas said. “I’m sorry for everything happening right now. I know it’s a lot but I…uh…I should have listened.”
“I just want to go home, but home doesn’t even feel like home anymore. You ruined it.” More tears fell from Octavia’s eyes as she shook her head and wiped more away with her arm.
“You need to understand, you mother and I…” He stroked the back of his head, nervously. “I just…I felt…she’s always been…I haven’t been” He stuttered, “…we weren’t in…” He buried his head in his hands, “I’m sorry, I-I-I don’t have the words.”
“Are you going to run off with him? And leave me behind? Go away where I can’t find you?”
“What? No!” He pulled her close. “No, no, never. I’d never do that. Never.” Both of them embraced in a tight hug. “I think it’s time to leave this place,” Stolas said. Octavia smiled a bit through her tears. Despite his mistakes, her father loved her dearly. It wasn’t too hard to forgive him. Stolas lifted her up into his arms and continued, “You were right. You are too old for it, anyway.” He walked through an apple shaped opening.
Stolas carried Octavia out of the Fun House as an imp grinned manically in the space above the drop-ceiling. The imp dropped down and flicked open a switchblade behind him. Stolas immediately turned around, his red eyes glowing brightly. The frightened imp was turned to stone on the spot, then was knocked over by a pendulum.
As dusk feel outside, the park was reduced to pandemonium. Millie tried to shoot Robo Fizz who wildly rolled around. The red dragon picked up Robo Fizz, tossed him into the air before catching him and swallowing him whole. On the dragon’s back, Moxxie gaped in terror.
Stolas and Octavia left the park gates.
“So, what would you like to do now?” Stolas asked.
Octavia smiled. “Oh, can we go to Stylish Occult? They sell weird taxidermy there.”
“Hmm,” Stolas said reluctantly, but then said “Okay.”
Octavia let out a small laugh. “Thanks, dad. You’re okay sometimes.”
Stolas smiled down at her, his face bright against the starry sky above. It was nice to get a compliment from her. “Thank you Via. Thank you…”
A massive explosion rocked the park, sending green flames shooting up into the air. The I.M.P. imps hurtled through the air, screaming before all three landed in front of the owls. All three were covered with smoke.
“Way to ruin another good thing, sir!” Moxxie strained at Blitzo.
“Worth it!” Blitzo replied, holding up a shaking finger. “That slutty toy clown had. It. Coming!”
Moxxie and Blitzo then fell unconscious.
In the darkness, Valentino’s hairless black dog Queef sniffed the unconscious Millie, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her still form away…
Helluva Boss Episode Three: Spring Broken
Part One: Verosika
The ground-shaking rock music blared as a gray van rolled along the street at high speed. The front hood of the van was loose and rattled up and down, showing a dark opening. The front headlights looked like a dark grate with a few yellow lights at the very ends. The small license plate at the front read “IMP-666” in black letters. Two red stripes streaked across the side of the van while the bold red and white I.M.P. decal was proudly displayed on the side door.
“I love this song!” exclaimed the leader imp, Blitzo. He was wearing his usual work outfit; a navy blue coat with red buttons and a red pin at the front. Above Blitzo hung small red and white flags. In the center was a white toy horse with a blonde mane and tail. With his hands on the wheel, Blitzo belted out the lyrics:
“You were the little spicy…uh… demon with the bleach blonde hair Fiendin' for some semen when I caught your stare Thought it might be love but you went too far Fucked all of my friends and blew up my car
Lit me on fire made me watch rom-coms Made a secret sex tape and showed it to my mom You were a bitch kinda generally Now I'm a wet wild stallion and I'm running free
You stepped on my nuts and you tore me apart Slapped up my booty and tangled my farts Cut off my dick when you shattered my heart But it grew back twice as long
MUSTANG DONG!”
Memories of him and a former lover were already rushing back to him. The song perfectly described his previous love life and though not very pleasant, was still fun to sing to. There were many times in his life where he considered horses to be better companions than his peers. An array of endless horse names and adventures he could conjure up in his head…
Blitzo made “horn” rocker symbols with his hands as he nodded his head to the beat. In shotgun, Loona made a face of annoyance as she glanced at her black and white cell phone in her hands. She wore her usual shorts, torn gray tank top and black strings in the shape of a downward facing pentagram below her neck. In the back of the van, Moxxie covered both ears as he sat in the long red seat. He wore his usual dark coat and red bow tie. Millie rolled down her window and smiled as the breeze blew through her wild black hair. She had on her black tank top and torn pants as well.
Blitzo drove the van into a reserved parking lot, surrounded by graffiti-sprayed buildings. A worn white banner on one building read “Buck you Flitzo” in bold capital letters. One of the buildings was decorated with a large red eye made of glass. Bizarrely enough, there was a billboard that advertised holy water. Blitzo haphazardly drove through the lot opening. He was just about to pull into the remaining empty space to the right when a pink convertible car beat him to it.
“Holy shit! F…” Blitzo yelled, he and Loona both fearful. Blitzo rapidly turned the wheel and the horn sounded. He slammed on the brakes and the van skidded to a stop. The pink car had a red heart with gold trim on the back and a golden border. The license plate read “SUCK-4-LIFE.” The wheels had small white hearts on the dark inside, white rims surrounding them.
An angry Blitzo rolled his head and turned off the radio.
Oh, you “suck for life,” do ya?!” he asked as he glared at the car. He pulled out his white megaphone and leaned out the window.
“Listen up, you unoriginal pink cum dump!” he yelled through the megaphone. “You have three goddamn seconds to get your dick out of my parking spot…”
A pair of tall high heels lowered to the ground. The shoes were black with pink hearts on them. The figure wore black tight pants with three pink xs on the side. She wore a black and white dress, a black star on the lower half and a large X and O over her breasts. A sparkly light pink fluffy coat covered her shoulders. Her face was dark pink and a black choker was around her neck. She had a pointed tail, little bat wings and curved pink horns with a few black stars on them. Her hair was long and pinkish white, and sunglasses with pink hearts on them obscured her eyes.
Blitzo lowered his megaphone in shock at the sight of the familiar succubus.
“Oh shit! Verosika?!”
The succubus blew a bubble of pink gum before it popped.
“Blitzo,” she greeted, arms folded. She had pronounced the “o” on purpose to annoy Blitzo.
Blitzo glared. “I should have known you’d be here. I could smell fish for miles. Which is odd because I believe the nearest ocean is…”
Blitzo fell out through the window, face-planting onto the ground. He quickly stood up, pointing at the ground, “…three rings down!” He was referring to the Ring of Envy where the oceanic ruler Leviathan resided.
“And I should have known you’d be here when I heard the Amber Alerts,” Verosika retorted. She held a white and brown flask bottle in her left hand. It was decorated with a small red and white heart near the top. “I.M.P. is a scam!” and “Swear word” were painted on a nearby brick wall.
“Oh yeah?” he asked. “I’m surprised they let your fat ass out of rehab. I can see you’re still a drunken whore, clutching onto that beelzejuice juice bottle like it’s the last cock in Hell.”
“They let me out because I’m still famous,” Verosika bragged, flipping back her long hair dramatically, “and rehab is for sad, loser wash-ups.”
She took a drink from her bottle and wiped her black lipstick mouth with a gloved white thumb.
“So your sister says hi,” she smirked, implying a temporary sexual relation with Tilla or Barbie Wire.
Blitzo stomped over toward Verosika. “Why are you parking here?” he growled. “This is the only parking spot my company has. So take your tampon race car somewhere else.”
Verosika leaned slightly toward him. “Actually prick, it has my name on it.”
She pointed down at their feet, where “Verosika” and a heart was spray painted in purple over the previous black “I.M.P.”
Verosika stood up. “I’m doing a bit of freelance for one of the infinitely more successful companies in the building…”
“No way,” Loona breathed as she peered from the van.
“…and they wanted to have me come in this week to lead their team during spring break.”
“A week?!” Blitzo exclaimed. “No, no, you are not parking here for a fucking week!”
Verosika removed her sunglasses, revealing pink irises with yellow sclera.
“Aw, you mad, Blitzo?” she cooed in a mocking tone. “You gonna run off, leaving someone else to pay for the hotel room, steal their car…”
Verosika and Blitzo talked over each other, “…and run three Rings to Wrath and back and max my credit cards on shitty horse riding lessons?!”
Blitzo stomped his foot. “God dammit whore, you will not let that go!”
Verosika walked past him, showing a middle finger. “Choke on a sandpaper cock.”
Loona lowered her head as she walked by. Blitzo angrily followed Verosika.
“Hold on, you better move that pussy wagon right now or I’m gonna…”
Blitzo froze as he heard a low growling sound behind him. Towering over him was a beefy dark gray Hellhound man. He wore a torn black jacket decorated with red spikes along the shoulders. A black tattoo of a wolf with sharp teeth and a tongue out was on his left shoulder. He had thick eyebrows, torn pointed ears, a black nose and a scar over his milky left eye. His right eye was red.
“You’ll what?” he grunted, showing his sharp white teeth.
Blitzo stuttered and looked around, fearfully. “Or I’ll…um…I’ll…I’ll call HR.”
Blitzo, Verosika and the Hellhound burst into sudden laughter before they calmed down.
“Anyway,” said Verosika, “Meet my new Hellhound, Vortex. Unlike you, he actually does his job well.”
Vortex walked by Verosika’s side as she left. She flipped off Blitzo again before saying, “Ta ta, fuck stain.”
“Ugh, I wasted so much time with a bag of holes like that,” Blitzo muttered in annoyance.
Just then, Loona stepped out of the van. “You know Verosika Mayday?!”
“Huh?” Blitzo asked. Then he casually answered, “Oh yeah, her, yeah, we dated.”
“Was it before or after she became a pop star?” Millie asked in curiosity.
Blitzo crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.
“You dated a popstar?!” Moxxie added as he stepped out of the van.
“Okay, why are you all acting like that’s such a shock?” Blitzo asked.
“Hello. It’s Verosika Mayday?” Loona replied.
“It’s you?” Millie said. Moxxie and Millie were surprised that a famous person like Verosika would consider dating someone who was perceived to be far below her league.
Moxxie scratched his head. “I just…Is she blind? Suffering some form of brain damage?”
“Okay look, you are all making this into a way bigger deal than it needs to be,” Blitzo said. “I don’t pry into your stupid personal lives.”
Loona, Moxxie, and Millie did overlapping yells:
“You do that all the time, sir!” yelled Moxxie.
“Come on, you do that,” added Millie.
“You totally do that,” Loona agreed.
Millie grinned mischievously, her eyelids lowering. “What was sex with her like?”
“Millie!” Moxxie yelled, taken aback.
“What?!” Millie shrugged. “It’s a pop star! You’d wanna know what sex with Michael Crawford was like.”
Moxxie paused in mid argument. “Touché.”
“Okay look, let’s just drop it!” Blitzo demanded. “Millie, find a temporary spot for that truck.”
He tossed a pair of keys to a gleeful Millie, who caught them and scampered off.
“Okay, Loonie, Moxxie, let’s go handle this shit.”
In the building, Loona led the way between the imps as the three stepped out of an elevator. The dark brown walls were decorated with yellow webbed cracks. I.M.P. was painted in red on an office door window. The Hellhound nervously stepped forward, hands together.
“Did they see me? Fuck! I did my makeup shitty today!” she muttered. Blitzo stared at her with shining eyes.
“Oh you look perfect, Loonie. Like always.”
She flinched away from him, arms crossed as she passed by a water cooler. A look of annoyance crossed Loona’s face at Blitzo baby-talking her.
“Oh shut up da…” Loona began before seeing a look of adoration and wide eyes on Blitzo’s face. She had almost said, “dad.”
“Urgh!” she caught herself and shoved him aside. “…Blitzo!” She checked her face in a small hand mirror, a wolf design on it. She then bumped into a long furry arm.
“Oh. Whoa,” she breathed. Glancing down at her was none other than Vortex. Redness crept up to her cheeks and she wagged her tail. Blitzo briefly smiled at Loona before gasping in shock. He dashed between Loona and Vortex, arms out.
“Hi big man,” he said. “Where’s your bitch bag of an employer?”
“She’s in her office,” said Vortex in a low voice. “There wasn’t room on the second floor so they rented one here on this one. It’s way cheaper.”
Vortex mentioned toward a room down the hall, across from the I.M.P. office. Three neon hearts stood right above two blue double doors. A large pink “V” and a pink “M” were painted on the door windows, standing for Verosika Mayday (and Vivienne Medrando, creator of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss!)
“Oh come on!” Blitzo yelled.
Vortex chuckled with a shrug of his shoulders. “Sorry man,” he said before walking away.
“Oh no you don’t, bitch,” Blitzo muttered.
“Sir,” Moxxie began. “How about you let me go in and try to reason with her. I don’t really listen to what’s classified as “pop genre” music, so her status to me is…”
Blitzo tuned out Moxxie’s rambling.
“Moxxie,” he said, “Shut the fuck up.”
“All righty then,” Moxxie replied, pushing open one of the blue doors and going inside. Electronic music briefly sounded from inside the room. The room had been converted into a dimly lit recording studio, with mixing consoles, effects units, microphones and separate booths. The neon pink border just under the ceiling gave it a club-like atmosphere, as did the rows of beer bottles on the counters. The silhouettes of Moxxie, Verosika and her gang of demons were visible from a large glass window.
“Hello Miss Verosika was it?” Moxxie asked, his eyes golden and glowing. “I work for Imp and it is actually rather important for us to retain the singular parking space we were assigned because…”
A woman succubus with a bob of hair pointed at Moxxie. “Aw, look at the little one. He’s got a wittle bow tie!” The gang snickered.
“Please don’t condescend me, ma’am,” Moxxie replied. “I…”
A male incubi leaned close to Moxxie. “Wanna kiss, you little guy?”
Moxxie stepped back. “A…A kind offer, but…I’m married.”
Verosika stepped forward as her gang surrounded Moxxie. “Hey, why don’t you send a little message from me back to your limp-dick boss?”
Verosika and her gang hissed with sharp shadowy mouths over Moxxie. The imp screamed “Don’t touch that!” Blitzo raced over and pressed both hands on the window pane.
“Moxxie, do not let her access any of your holes!” he cried.
Moxxie raced back into the hall, his back against the closed doors. He was shaken and battered, with red lipstick kisses all over his face.
“I…I gotta go lie down…now,” he stuttered as he walked away.
Blitzo fumed, veins popping in his yellow eyes. “Oh this won’t stand!”
He boot-kicked both doors open, gaining the attention of his ex and her crew. There were other succubi and incubi with reddish pink skin, horns, pointed tails and small bat wings. A white-haired man wore a black collar with a black upside down cross around his neck. He wore a black short sleeved shirt with a red logo that read “burn forest burn” on it. His taller male partner wore a ripped black tank top with a circled X on it. His hair was black and he had a black goatee. Two demon women partners sat together as well. The first had long dark hair and wore a fishnet top and leggings. The white-haired succubi next to her wore short revealing overalls. Verosika stood poised in the middle.
“Alright, (censored)! That’s it!” Blitzo yelled, marching over toward Verosika. “If you’re gonna be shitty to my employees…” he pointed a finger at her, “…then I challenge you to a fucking…challenge!” He leaned his head back in frustration. “Fuck, I said that twice.”
The woman with long dark hair chuckled. “Is this imp boy starting a demon duel?”
“I think he is,” Verosika replied with a snicker. She bent over toward the imp. “What’s the game then, Blitzo?”
“Every year, you STD spreaders go topside for easy pickings while spring break is a prime time for crime of all kinds!” Blitzo responded. He grinned, “So I bet…you succu-bitches can’t fuck as many people as we can off by the end of the day.” He briefly made a hand gesture of a gun.
Verosika and her gang burst into laughter. Blitzo glared in determination. Verosika and the others stopped laughing. “Oh, you’re serious?” Verosika asked. She leaned in and spoke to Blitzo in a low whisper, “Game on, bitch.”
Later at I.M.P. headquarters, Blitzo stood in front of an easel full of paper and a large whiteboard flanked by bat wings near the top. There was a large bar graph drawn on the board along with horse drawings. On the left hand corner, Blitzo had written, “Potential Horse Names: ‘Grape Fiesta’, ‘Paperclip’, and ‘Soap’, -32.” Moxxie, Millie and Loona sat in their usual spiked chairs around a long table to listen.
“Alright, shut your assholes, here’s how were gonna do this shit,” Blitzo announced.
“First, we find a fuck ton of clients…”
The animated childish drawings on the paper showed Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie and Loona standing together. A crowd of imps and clients surrounded them and gave them hugs and piles of money.
“We portal up…”
The Blitzo drawing snapped his fingers and the I.M.P. figures fell down to earth.
“We have our fun murder time as per usual…”
The I.M.P. figures used guns to kill the human figures around them.
“We pile all the bodies into a big fucking canoe…”
Drawing Blitzo tossed the dead humans into a canoe that read “S.S. Cum Gutter.”
“We push said canoe into some water. We light it on fire to attract the sharks and eagles and maybe a goose, too. Fuck it…”
Animated drawings of sharks, snakes, eagles and a goose ate at the bodies on fire. A large octopus sea monster snapped the boat and everything up in its mouth.
“They come and eat the bodies, we win the bet…”
The I.M.P. figures cheered, while the Loona one wore a party hat and blew a noisemaker.
“We rub it in that sloppy bitch’s drunken whore ass face.”
The Verosika drawing burst into tears on her knees as the I.M.P. figures flipped her off several times.
“Do you have any questions?” Blitzo asked as the real meeting continued.
“Uh yeah, why was that nonsense?” Moxxie deadpanned.
Blitzo walked over to him. “That wasn’t a question.”
“That wasn’t a plan,” Moxxie retorted.
Blitzo put a hand around Moxxie. “I’m sorry, but that was a flawless presentation of what we should do, Mox. It’s not my fault you’ve got a smooth little brain upstairs.”
“A what now?” Moxxie asked, eyebrows raised.
“I’m calling you slow, Moxxie. God, why don’t you learn to take criticism, you talentless baby dick troll?” He pointed his finger into Moxxie’s chest several times as he spoke.
An angry Moxxie stood up on the table. “Well why don’t you take an art class?”
Blitzo grabbed Moxxie by the collar and threw him back onto the chair. “Why don’t you see how expensive they are?!”
Loona interrupted the argument, still holding her cell phone. “Hey, is there a way I can come with you guys this time?”
Blitzo crossed his arms in disapproval. “Absolutely not. I forbid it. Not gonna happen. Sorry, sweetie. Spring break is no place for young vulnerable goth girls. You know the kind of freaks up there who drool all over you.”
All four characters glared into the camera, breaking the fourth wall.
“Well, I can blend in with humans easy enough,” Loona explained. “Just let me tag along.”
“Wait, say that again,” said Blitzo.
“I can blend in?” Loona reiterated.
“You have a human disguise?” Millie asked.
“Yeah. Don’t you?”
The three guilty imps nervously looked at each other, eyes darting from side to side.
“You three have been screwing around on Earth this whole fucking time, without human disguises?!” Loona asked in disbelief.
“Okay, new plan!” Blitzo called, rapidly scribbling on a piece of paper. He placed the paper on the easel, showing Loona surrounded by human figures with tiny hearts around them.
“Loonie can help lure the humans to us and we’ll take care of the rest. Okay how about that?”
“Flawless logic,” Millie smiled in agreement.
Moxxie held up a clawed finger. “I think you’re missing the biggest issue, sir. Isn’t it crucial to have a client who demands enough kills to win this bet? We aren’t just going up to massacre.”
Blitzo smirked in response. “I got that covered, Mox.”
Not long after, Blitzo stuck a flyer onto a pole. It read “Spring Break Victim 50% Off!” It had a drawing of Blitzo, a dead victim and little cartoon horses.
Blitzo strode to Moxxie. “Now, we wait.”
Moxxie shook his head. “Sir, there is no way we are going to get enough clients by the end of the day with one poorly spelled bad grammar flyer!”
Both Moxxie and Blitzo paused and looked over to see a line of a dozen creatures looking in curiosity at the flyer under the Pride Ring’s blood red sky. They arrived in a variety of shapes and sizes. Some of them were imps and others were sinners. There was a pink fluffy monster with black eyes, an orange fly trap plant wearing librarian glasses, a fox with thick white hair, a humanoid dog with pointed ears and a hook for a hand. Next to a teal lizard lady with dyed hair stood a tall man wearing a blue suit with a deer skull for a head. Even Travis, a gray owl demon, was there.
Blitzo elbowed Moxxie with a smug grin before strolling over to the other demons. “Now, who’s first?”
Part Two: At the Beach
The beach in the human world was alive with humans from everywhere. Men, women and children happily walked around, relaxed under umbrellas, or had snacks. Several surf boards stood up in the sand by a decorated teal wall with a wavy orange design taking up the center. The crowd was positioned between a wooden dock and a makeshift stage. Two women wearing sunglasses got comfortably close and kissed each other in the shade. A muscular dark skinned man talked with a red haired woman while a blonde guy wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap shook a bottle of pills into his mouth. Above the beach lay a small row of shops. One sign read “Pawn Paradise.” One sign read “hotel” in red letters while another sign read “Sea cream” with a teal ice cream cone structure next to it. Another sign read “Pico Puncho Pizza” and another read “Dagon Juice” and had a green fish with a sailor’s cap on it.
In the shadows under the dock, the I.M.P. crew emerged from algae covered rocks.
“Now remember, we can’t be seen, alright?” Blitzo reminded them. “And loose shots will likely cause a panic, so Loona can help with leading targets to a better spot to off them. You got the list, Loonie?”
Loona skimmed the list in her hands and gave it a sniff. “Got it.”
She dropped the paper, stood up and walked into the light. A rush of swirling blue magic enveloped her before it vanished.
Loona was now in human form. She opened her red eyes and brushed her thick light gray hair with her hands. She wore her same dark crop top and high black shorts but she now had white skin, two bars in her right ear and a partially shaved head. She had gray eye makeup on and a black choker around her neck. Her pale midriff, arms and legs were visible.
All three imps stared in amazement.
“Oh Loonie, look at you!” Blitzo breathed. “You look downright awful!”
Loona glared at him.
Blitzo wiped a tear from his eye. “I’m so proud.” He pointed ahead. “Now go fetch!”
Loona peered in front of her with a hand over her eyebrows to help block out the light. Her target humans were outlined in red in her vision. Loona smirked and strolled over to a tall dark haired muscular man wearing sunglasses. She moved a finger toward his chest and gave him a flirtatious grin. She mentioned behind her to a private alleyway. Loona led him into the alleyway and leaned casually against the wall. The man reached out to grab her in lust but was immediately shot in the head by Blitzo spying on the roof. He gave Loona a thumbs up.
Later on, a blonde man ran to Loona in an alleyway with a hungry lustful look on his face. He was caught in a noose by Blitzo. A random “music band” poster hung on the wall. On a rooftop, a brown haired man leaned in to kiss Loona, but Millie knocked him off the roof with a kick. The man fell into a green dumpster that Moxxie slammed shut. Loona walked with a fat man down the sidewalk and a flower pot crashed fatally into his head. Blitzo killed a woman with a knife, Millie killed a white haired woman with a spiked baseball bat, and another woman got shot in the head.
Blitzo and the gang put the bodies in bloodstained dark trash bags, closing them. In the background, Millie happily jumped on another body.
“That’s nine kills in the bag!” called Blitzo. “I’d like to see that waily snatch orgasm that many…”
The imps froze when they heard a voice through a microphone. It was Verosika Mayday on stage, in her human form. Her shadowy silhouette in the clearing smoke resembled her demon form. She had blonde hair, tan skin and wore black leggings and high heels. She wore a pink skirt and a matching frilly top that revealed her right shoulder. She had a small black heart on her right cheek. The background lights were pink, giving the appearance of moving hearts. “Verosika Mayday” was on a pink banner overhead. Verosika appeared on two screens on either side of the stage, showing moving hearts of red, pink and white for the background. Six pink spotlights shone on her.
“All right spring breakers! Are y’all ready get fucked up and make some bitching bad choices?!”
The crowd cheered in affirmation. A white teen boy with short blonde hair tore off his shirt and yelled “Verosika!” He had her name written in pink on his bare chest.
Verosika sang her song:
“All aboard
Pack your bags
Sun’s out
Take a vacay babe
Take it straight to Bonetown
V-time, free time, baby relax
Self-care, no hair, Brazilian wax
Hardtop succu-bus to the beach
Catch some rays while catching some D
Pack your bags
Sun’s out
Take a vacay babe
Take it straight to Bonetown
Hot dog, hot bod, sausage and buns
Threesome, fivesome, having some fun
Back to my place, welcome to Hell
Sun’s out, hormones out, how does it smell?
Pack your bags
Sun’s out
Take a vacay babe
Take it straight to Bonetown”
Verosika performed her song on stage and took a drink from her bottle. “Fuck you Blitzo” appeared on the screens as Blitzo seethed. The humans made out with others around them. The humans kissed, hugged, and gave each other anal. One dark woman succubus showed a love-struck man a popsicle with semen-like saliva on it. She grinned and threw herself onto the human male. An incubi with dark hair in human form smiled and snapped his fingers at a blonde man…his sunglasses fell off his surprised sunburned face. Several more succubi and incubi grinned and snuck up on the humans.
Blitzo was furious. “God dammit, that bitch started her godish mating call! Now she’s gonna win all those sex maniacs. We gotta pick things up, guys! He on the list, Loonie?”
Blitzo mentioned to a vomiting long haired blonde man in boxer shorts.
Loona appeared distracted, not even looking at him. “Huh? Yeah I think so.” Loona was staring at a tall muscular black skinned bouncer by the stage: a human Vortex.
“Good!” Blitzo called.
The blonde man looked up at Blitzo in a stupor.
“Whoa, what are you? A leprechaun? Hahaha!”
Blitzo raised a sharp black and red ax. “Oh yeah, pretty cool, huh?”
Blitzo smashed the man’s head open with the ax, causing blood and brains to splatter.
“But you sure as shit ain’t gonna tell nobody.” He looked over. “All right, next one, Loonie, come on.”
Blitzo rapidly glanced around, but Loona wasn’t where she was a moment before.
“Where’s my baby?!” he cried in a panic. Millie pointed toward the stage. “Look!”
Loona nervously made her way through the crowd, avoiding a French-kissing couple and tossing aside a bra that landed on her head. A squealing fanboy ran toward Verosika but Vortex punched him into the ground, head first. He dragged the teen away in the distance as Loona watched. A male incubus appeared as a white skinned human with short white hair. Putting both hands on her shoulders, he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at her. With a roll of her eyes, Loona landed an uppercut on his chin, causing him to fall.
“Now, who wants a piece of this?” Verosika called as she took one last gulp.
She tossed her flask into the ocean, creating a small golden portal. A fish appeared, which rapidly grew in size.
Loona walked sideways over toward Vortex.
“Hey, you,” she tried.
“Hey,” Vortex replied. “You’re the hound working for my boss’s freaky ex.”
“Yeah. Sorry if that’s weird.”
“It’s cool,” he shrugged. “Her beef ain’t mine. I’m not paid enough to care.”
Loona laughed nervously. “Yeah. Yeah.” She pushed her hair behind her ear. “I’m Loona!”
“Okay.” In her giddy tone he repeated, “I’m Vortex!” Both chuckled.
“That’s hot,” Loona said with a grin. Then her face turned red and flustered. “I mean like literally you know because vortexes, you know, they give off heat. Probably.” She pointed both fingers in a snap, trying to act cool.
Vortex chuckled lightly. “Uh, yeah. I guess. But my friends call me Tex.”
“Oh yeah. I wish I had friends. I mean no, I mean, I don’t. I…I don’t have friends.”
Just then, Blitzo arrived, moving himself between them.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“Nah man. Just having a conversation,” Vortex replied.
Blitzo narrowed his eyes and wagged a finger at him. “’Conversation’ leads to HPV!” Loona clenched her fists in frustration.
Meanwhile, Moxxie and Millie hid behind several metal beer barrels.
“And… we lost him,” Moxxie declared. “Huh, it’s looking like it’s up to us handle this list.”
Millie’s face shone in excitement. “Hell yeah! Team M and M, getting shit down, making the money!”
Moxxie and Millie ran off holding hands in the sunset and killed more people. A sign read “Senpai, notice me.”
Loona pinched her nose. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Loona said to Blitzo in concern. “You’re gonna get us all into shit.”
“I just wanted to see what was so important that you’d be distracted from your job.”
Loona angrily pulled Blitzo away from Vortex.
“What, I can’t have a break?”
Blitzo yelled at the top of his lungs. “We have a parking spot on the line!”
“Hey dude,” Vortex mentioned as he walked over. “Why don’t you chill out?”
Blitzo wagged a finger. “Why don’t you stay out of it?”
He turned back to Loona.
“Okay, this is our business.” He pointed to the ground and in his tail was a drawing of Blitzo killing a person, a horse followed by an equal sign and dollar signs. “Literally.”
Loona clenched her fists and briefly leaned forward in anger. “Oh fuck Blitzo! Why can’t you stay out of my face for like five minutes?!”
“Because I adopted you! And that should mean something.”
“Oh what does it matter? You’re not my real dad! I was almost eighteen.”
“It still counts.”
“Well it shouldn’t. I didn’t need you then, asshole! I don’t need you now.”
A tense silence followed. Both of them crossed their arms, their backs to each other. Both faces showed hurt expressions.
As a young pup, Loona had been left to fend for herself by her real neglectful parents. She had lived a life of meth addiction, sex, fighting and insecurity with no real friends. Blitzo was perhaps the first person to truly care about her. He took her in as a teen and adopted her…and she had worked at I.M.P. ever since. Loona already felt bad at what she had just said. But there was no taking it back.
She stuttered, trying to say something.
“Uh, Blitzo…I…”
“Enjoy your break, Loonie,” he replied. “I’m gonna go kill something.”
Loona sighed sadly as he left.
“Damn, girl. That was savage,” Vortex remarked sympathetically. He placed a large comforting hand on her shoulder. “You okay?”
Loona blushed heavily, forcing a smile.
“Yeah, I’m fine. He’ll get over it. He usually does.”
“I’m glad you could stick up for yourself, at least,” Vortex mentioned. “Hmm. Takes guts.”
“Thanks,” Loona smiled.
Meanwhile, Moxxie looked to the left and right from behind the beer cans on a table. Beer can and bottles were everywhere. Moxxie ducked back behind them, watching as Millie loaded her crossbow. The two imps smiled and kissed.
A man with a baseball cap, sunglasses and a tie-dye shirt that read “Kool” threw down a beer can. “Yeah! Party!” he yelled. The man pointed both fingers in the air and then promptly flipped the table, sending the imps flying. Moxxie landed on the ground as the beachgoers stepped back.
“Eww!” exclaimed a red haired woman in disgust, pointing down at him. “Oh my god! It’s a fucking possum!”
Moxxie tried to scurry off, but a man picked him up. “Oh crumbs!”
“I got it!” called the guy with “Kool” on his shirt, holding up Moxxie in the air. A muscular blonde man held a large beer barrel. The first guy tossed Moxxie inside while the second one closed the lid. “We put him in the keg,” one of them said. The other people cheered as Moxxie was carried away. “Beer is awesome!” they cheered. While he was inside, he gulped down the beer around him. The people tossed the barrel and played catch with it before leaving it behind.
Millie dashed from behind the beer cans, arriving at the barrel Moxxie was in. The barrel wobbled, surprising Millie. She placed her ear to it before tipping it over. Moxxie spilled out on his back with the remaining beer.
“Moxxie!” Millie cried.
“Millie! Hi! Hey!” Moxxie slurred, rolling onto his back and looking at her upside down. “Hey, when did you get four heads? I wanna kiss ‘em!”
He made smooching noises before Millie picked him up.
Suddenly, a large gush of water rose up from behind them. A dark shadow passed over their faces, darkening the sky. The humans glanced up in shock. Even the demon gang and Verosika looked on in fear and surprise. A woman pointed upwards and several people ran off. A giant foot crushed a man lying on a turtle towel. Blood splattered everywhere and onto the crowd of humans. Another woman screamed and the humans ran for their lives. Blitzo was in the process of chocking a drinking man from behind, when he, too, stopped to look.
It was a giant black Leviathan fish monster!
The fish had large teal eyes, fins, white whiskers and dozens of blue sharp teeth. The beast let out a fierce, ear-shattering roar.
“Oooh, fish,” Moxxie grinned stupidly in his drunken haze.
Like a deadly vine, a long spiked tongue wrapped around Moxxie and pulled him toward the fish. Millie watched in horror as Moxxie was wrapped up above the large maw before the fish snapped its jaws shut.
Millie got into a fighting stance. She glanced to her left and spotted a fat man drinking and wearing sunglasses. She stabbed him with a knife and tore off a piece of his towel. With her knife in her mouth, she lit the cloth on fire over a vodka bottle, creating a Molotov cocktail. Millie tossed it toward the monster, sending the fish stumbling and crashing down into the sea.
Wasting no time, Millie swam toward the monster and cut upwards along its scaly body with her knife. Using all her strength, she pried open the monster’s mouth. Moxxie was punching the monster’s uvula, still wrapped up in the tongue.
Millie reached for him with her hand. Moxxie reached too, then gave her a high five. Millie grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled him up. She used her other hand and foot to support herself on the monster’s teeth. She pulled as hard as he could, but Moxxie wouldn’t budge.
Just when she lost her grip, she slashed her knife across the tongue, slicing a piece off. In a roar of pain, the monster spat Moxxie out. Moxxie spread out his arms, enjoying the feeling of flying. Back on the beach, a man flinched as the tongue piece landed on the ground. Moxxie landed in Blitzo’s arms. The man cheered before Blitzo shot him with a gun. Moxxie cheered drunkenly.
Back inside the monster’s mouth, Millie rapidly punched at the tongue, trying to get out. The monster roared in pain and anger, slashing around as Millie wrestled with it.
“I love that woman!” Moxxie declared.
Blitzo smirked. “Oh she totally pegs you, doesn’t she?” Indeed, Millie was dominant in the bedroom and Moxxie loved it.
Millie leapt into the air, knife aimed downward. She fell back inside the mouth…then sliced off the fish’s head from the inside. A gush of blood flowed out from the monster before it landed with a final thud into the water. Millie walked back to shore and dropped her knife, exhausted.
Blitzo and Moxxie cheered. “Oh yeah, way to show off, Mils!” Blitzo called.
“Is Mox okay?” Millie panted.
Blitzo glanced at the drunken Moxxie. “Oh yeah, he’s fine,” he casually said before dropping him onto the sand.
Millie raced over and held Moxxie in her arms.
Moxxie grinned at Millie with a doped expression. “This is funny. I’m soooo… drinky.”
Millie just smiled and hugged him.
Blitzo scowled and crossed his arms. “Okay, this is too wholesome for my liking.”
“Blitzo!” Verosika called.
“Oh perfect,” he said sarcastically. He turned around to the human-disguised gang of seducer demons. “That must be the whores!”
Verosika was flanked by four succubi and an incubi disguised as humans. “That was handled rather…obvious, don’t you think?” She grinned a smug grin.
Millie held up Verosika’s flask. “I don’t think this belonged to any of us.”
Millie tossed the flask to Verosika who caught it with one hand. She dropped it into one of the succubus’ hands.
“Would be a shame if anyone found out you guys were behind a giant monster fish in the human world,” Millie added with a grin.
Even Moxxie laughed out loud, pointing at them. “Oh Satan! You all be so fucked!”
Verosika briefly looked concerned, then sneered. “Yeah, well you three nasty ass gremlins will be in shit for not being in disguises.”
Moxxie fell to his knees and face-planted into the sand. He lifted his head up. “A human called me a possum. I am not a possum.” He face-planted again.
Blitzo stepped forward and moved Moxxie out of the way with a foot. “You know, we could keep this little B movie scene on the down low if you agree to let us use that parking space.”
Verosika, not wanting to get in trouble, relented with a sigh. “Fine.”
Blitzo raised both arms in the air. “We fucking won!”
“Fuck yeah!” Millie cheered.
“In your face, bitch!” Blitzo taunted Verosika, who scowled.
She glared at Blitzo one last time. “Come on, let’s get out of here. Tex!”
Vortex stood with Loona not too far from the empty stage. “Well, guess it’s time to bounce, but hey, if you’re ever down to party, I’ll give you a ring sometime.”
Loona smiled in excitement. “Really? I mean, Yeah. Yeah.”
“Yeah. My girlfriend throws a ton of crazy hound parties.”
“Nice. Can’t wait for my first one.”
“Let’s get you some friends, girl.”
Vortex gave her a playful punch before following Veroskia. Loona looked downcast at seeing Vortex leave and being reminded of her confrontation with Blitzo. Vortex already had a girlfriend and he wasn’t coming with her. Now she would go back to doing her usual secretary work. With Hell being “every demon for themselves,” it was hard to make true friends, especially if one was of lower class and lost in dark thoughts all the time. Loona could not deny to herself that she often felt like a lone wolf.
Millie carried Moxxie and jumped into the portal.
“Come on, Loonie tooney!” Blitzo called to her. “Let’s go back and park our fat fucking car in our fat fucking space!” He ran off into the portal.
Loona followed Blitzo and fell through the portal on her back.
Blitzo mockingly gave Verosika double middle fingers through the portal from behind her. Verosika growled in anger after noticing. She and her gang made their way up the stairs and onto the street.
A policeman yelled, “Put your hands up, you sick deviants!”
The gang huddled in fear as guns were trained on them. They were surrounded by police cars, a SWAT team, men on horses and a helicopter. A clown and a mime robot were also with the police.
Verosika sighed in defeat. “Alright, sluts, get ready to suck a lot of pig dick.”
Her gang members groaned in disgust as they raised their hands in surrender.
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merry christmas/happy belated birthday!
It was cold. That was the first thing that registered. Any lingering warmth hiding in his body was being drained out by the cool impassive stone he lie on, drank up greedily only to fade and freeze. He felt this, the cold that went beneath his skin. Cold veins. Cold guts. Cold bones. The second thing he notices, as his eyes slanted open, was that it was dark.
Oh, he thought, in that cold dark stillness. I’m dead.
And he was. Yet his fingers twitched, and his eyes rolled, and down in the core of him something pulsed. Not a heart, his heart was as good as dust. It was different. The only living thing left of him.
Hunger.
It twisted his belly. His throat scorched with a dry unbearable heat. His fingers clawed and his eyes squinted against the desperate throbbing thirst that overtook him. There was nothing there, only cold and dark, and in fear and need he began thrashing. The heavy stone tomb, for that was what it was, flew off as though it were a styrofoam prop. Slow, aching, he lifted himself out, staring silently at his epitaph.
Gabriel Reyes.
No, he thought. Not any longer. Gabriel Reyes was a good man, a passionate man who’s heart beat and veins wept. His eyes didn’t glow red in his sepulcher. His skin didn’t have an ashen grey tone. He loved and lived and didn’t freeze. He fought monsters. He wasn’t-
He wasn’t a monster.
Gabriel Reyes was dead, and now he stood alone and cold and so very very hungry. Snarling, he burst open the door to the crypt and swept silently out into the night.
Reyes was alive. He brought hope. But something- someone, had killed him. Hollowed him out, then brought something hungry back in his place. Someone had changed him. He wasn’t Reyes anymore. Already, he could feel the pull on his gut, the call of some higher power. A summons he could not ignore.
Reyes had brought help.
The Reaper brought only death.
-
Jesse hadn’t waited around after the funeral. No one had expected him to, and the only one to look a little disappointed at his hasty exit was little Fareeha, too young to understand.
“Jesse,” Ana has whispered, gathering him into her arms, “My sweet boy. You will always have a home with us, you know.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he had dutifully replied, letting himself go soft for a moment.
They both knew he wouldn’t stay. Not when the thing that had killed Gabe was still out there. Killed his mentor, his friend, his everything. The beast in his blood howled out mournfully at the loss, demanded he hunt her down. Hunting was what Jesse McCree did best. So with a quick good bye and a fierce scrub down in the church bathroom with cold water until his eyes weren’t burning anymore, he strode out into the burning morning. He didn’t wait to see where they laid him to rest. Rest was the last thing on his mind.
-
The first year had been about control. Specifically his lack of it. That had come with time, for which Reaper was quietly relieved. His head no longer pounded with aching need whenever he heard the pulse of a human heart. His teeth no longer grit through his lips at the faintest hint of blood. He was hungry, yes, but he was no longer mad with it. He could coil the hunger down tight into a small ball at the base of his belly, present but not persistent.
Under the Witch’s employ, he was often sated.
Still, long stretches came where she had no need of him. He would roam freely in the night, learning his new abilities. It had been 5 years since he had woken up, cold and alone, and the Reaper was a quick study. His tenuous control was iron clad now. He was never a man to be easily swayed in life, and in death he was practically stone. He answered to his Mistress, yes, but outside of her order he did not often feel ruled. Not by his hunger, not any longer. Not by the former members of his organization, hunters to the last. Jack was a bittersweet distant memory now.
The Reaper moved from town to town, feeding when necessary, spreading fear when bored. He was often bored.
Eternity offered little entertainment.
When he caught on to the hunter on his trail, it was almost delight that rustled in his chest. At last, a distraction from the cold and dark emptiness. The hunter was skilled, he could tell. They had to be, to stay on his track. Skilled, but fool hardy. He walked right into his trap, reckless.
Reaper laughed, letting the shadows grow long. The distraction had gone on long enough, playing cat and mouse and leaving fox trails with dead ends and cold tracks. He was ready to pick off the nuisance dogging his steps. He wasn’t ready for a familiar face.
Neither was Jesse.
-
He had been hunting the bastard for a while now. Another one of the Bitch of the Waste’s little henchmonsters. The Reaper, they called it. Jesse wanted to scoff at the dramatics. Gabe would have had a laugh about all this, were he still around.
The screaming girl in the warehouse was a trap, and an obvious one, but Jesse had his own ace in the hole, and he wasn’t afraid to go in guns blazing.
It was cold, and it was dark, and he was alone. But he wasn’t alone, was he? He bit back a snarl at the lingering presence in the back of his mind.
“Why don’t ya make this easy for yerself? Come on out where I can see ya.”
Cold, cruel laughter echoed through his bones. He forced himself not to shiver.
“Where you can shoot me, more like. Eh, cowboy?”
Jesse grit out a short, harsh facsimile of a laugh.
“Well. If’n it comes ta that.”
Red eyes glared from the dark, but the teeth? The sharp white teeth were bared in a delighted grin.
“And what can bullets do against shadows?”
“I aim to find out,” he snarled, letting off two sudden shots from his hip. They illuminated the corners for a second before splintering into the wood of the building. The eyes kept watching from fine mist, as Jesse rolled away to take shelter behind a pile of boxes. The flimsy cover offered little comfort.
“Don’t you know anything about vampires, boy? Did they not teach you before they set you on my trail?”
“I know plenty,” He called back, “Which is why these bullets are blessed!”
“Blessed. But a blessed bullet can’t do anything to smoke and mirrors, can it?”
The voice came from over his shoulder, and Jesse struggled not to flinch as superhuman strength dragged him backwards and threw him against the cold wall. He grunted at the impact, hoping his ribs were only bruised. A clawed hand grabbed him by the throat, pinning him with the somber threat of a crushed larynx. Not a fun time, even if it wouldn’t kill him. His guns were stripped and thrown into some dark corner. The line of stakes on his chest were plucked away. His holy water taken, Jesse’s weapons were all sought out, found, discarded, by freezing fingers. His skin was electric, every brush a shock that sent needles of angry protest down his spine. He ground down his sharpening teeth, kept his eyes closed to hide the glow. It wouldn’t do to give himself away so soon.
Then the sharp click of teeth by his ear, The rumble of laughter.
“Did they really send you to kill me? You?”
There was a rustle as his free hand rose to remove the bone white mask shielding the top half of his face, faux teeth like daggers framing his mouth, where his true fangs glinted death. His free hand tightened in warning.
“Oh, Jesse. I thought I trained you better, pup.”
His eyes shot open, gawking openly at his face. His throat worked hard against the palm of his hand.
“R-R’y. R’y’s?”
He brought his head down, leaning it against Jesse’s in a mockery of affection, stealing what little breath he had left.
“I missed you, runt.”
Moisture gathered at the corners of his eyes, and Jesse tried to tell himself it was the lack of oxygen.
“Y’r. Dead?”
Gabriel hummed, nodding his agreement. The slight movement brushed their noses together.
“Dead as a doornail, kid. And you.” A cold gust sighed against his cheeks. “You’re so warm.”
Gabriel released his throat, only to bring both hands up to tenderly cradle his face. The hunger he throttled down was raging, pulsing in time with his former partner’s heartbeat. His whole body throbbed in time with it, teeth aching to bury into his hot neck and drink greedily until all the warmth was inside him. But there was more. His dry empty veins were singing out in joy, and the feverish warmth was siphoning off into his skin, sparking underneath. This wasn’t just prey, a quick draining and casting the body aside. This was Jesse. His family. His boy. Reyes wanted to keep him. Wanted to make a feast of him, slow and sweet. Wanted to wrap him up in shadows and hold him tight and fast like a grave, so he couldn’t leave.
“Jesse,” he whispered, “Don’t you want to help?”
“Yeah, Boss,” Jesse choked out, holding back his sobs. “Yeah, I wanna help.”
“I’m lonely, pup. I don’t have anybody to kick around or keep me warm. Don’t you wanna come with me, kid? Just like old times?”
McCree wrapped his arms around him, ignoring him burying his face in his neck. Ignoring the twinge of teeth that sent every one of his instincts howling.
“Just a taste, Jesse. Promise, just a ta-”
Jesse dug his sharpened teeth into Gabriel’s throat, and tore. The dead flesh came apart in his mouth like tissue paper, black recycled blood gushing down his throat like cold death. His eyes glowed gold as he watched his mentor shriek, flying back, hissing and clutching his throat.
“Sorry, boss. Things change on the road.”
Gabriel glared at him, fangs bared, before going deadly still and calm.
“You really are a pup now, huh? Some mutt used you as a chew toy.” Gabriel laughed, a gurgling sound. “Does Jack know? Does Ana?” He took his hand from his throat, flesh already knitting back together. “How long did it take before they cast you out, Jesse. Or did they try to kill you first?” His sneer was an ugly, harsh thing.
“I left,” he replied simply. “Nobody chased me.”
“They didn’t know.”
“They didn’t need to.”
Gabriel smiled, wide, genuine.
“So you’ve got a touch of beast blood now. And you turned tail and ran. Right after me.”
“Right after you. To put you down. To end it. And your witch.”
Gabriel chuckled. No dramatic, booming laughter. No eerie snickers. Genuine humor, a soft remnant of his life.
“You got bit and you just ran off after me. God. You’re a smart man, Jesse, did you even stop to read up on weres?”
Jesse stiffened.
“I know enough. I know how to put em down.”
Gabriel laughed harder, setting his nerves on edge.
“Stop laughin’ at me.”
Gabe paused.
“Oh, Jesse. I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at fate. You have my blood in you too now, don’t you?”
Jesse growled.
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
Gabriel was before him in a flash, crowding him again, but his hands were gentler now. Easing himself into his space.
“Did you know, Jess? A part of you must have. That little whimpering puppy part that wants to show it’s belly.”
He shoved at him, only to be caught in a firm, controlled grip. Reyes grabbed him by the scruff, eyes flashing with warm pride at the small, choked off whine.
“Did you know?”
“Know what,” Jesse muttered, cringing at his own inability to look up from the floor.
“Vampires and werewolves have a long history, Jesse. Back in the day, it wasn’t unheard of for a whole pack to be under a vampire’s command. Beastblood. It makes you want a pack, doesn’t it.” It wasn’t a question. “Makes you want leadership. But that’s no different than it was before, was it cielito? You still need a firm hand.” The one on his neck clenched down softly, and Jesse’s face burned at the indignity of it. “You drank my blood, runt.” Gabriel dragged him forward, into his chest, and Jesse wanted to scream at himself for going lax in his grip. “You’re as much mine now as you ever were. More, even.” Teeth snapped teasingly at his shoulder. “You’ll do what I tell you. Just like old times. You and me against the world.”
“I won’t,” Jesse whispered. “I won’t do a damn thing you say.”
“Jesse.” Shadows crept in around him. “You won’t have a choice.”
The last thing he felt before the shadows overtook his mind was the sharp pain in his shoulder as the Reaper’s fangs tore into him, followed by the warm floating acceptance. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to scream.
He slept.
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When he woke up, it was warm. That was the first thing that registered. He was bundled up on a bed softer than any he had slept in for years, blankets thick. It was warm, and it was dark. He was not alone. An arm was curled around his shoulders, pinning him against someone’s side.
Oh, he thought. I’m alive.
Gabriel grumbled, sensing he was awake, and pulled him in closer.
“Mine,” he muttered, tucking Jesse’s head under his chin and nuzzling his nose into his hair. Jesse sighed, hot breath lingering on cool skin. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
“Mine,” Gabriel repeated, softer, before languishing in the warmth again and joining him. He felt sated.
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They’ll Definitely Understand
Eugene Lee Yang - “You smiled and all I could think of for a moment was, ‘oh shit.’”
Word Count: 1,735
Eugene Lee Yang x Reader (The Try Guys)
Prompt Post: (#34)
Requested: By Me again welp
A/N: I recently have a huge crush on Eugene Lee Yang from the Try Guys so I had to write this before I exploded or something. Also female reader POV for this one.
Y/N - Your Name
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Walking from the canteen with a cup full of grapes you plopped one in your mouth as you returned to the film room. You were helping with The Try Guys and their new video, Ashly asking for extra help to film. Entering the film room the boys were chatting from the other side of the room, taking a break and sipping coffee. Ashly walked up to you tiredly. “Hey Ash, I got some snacks for us. Reenergize us for the meantime.” You said offering her the fruit in the styrofoam cup. “Thank God you’re here Y/N. I really don’t know what I’d do without your help.” She said opening her mouth as Y/N plopped a grape in her mouth. “Here, I’m going to get more food from the canteen. You can go ahead and shoot the next scene with the guys. I’ll be back.” Ashly said with a smile as she carefully handed her camera to you; carefully handing it and putting the safety strap around your neck.
You nodded in agreement as you held the camera in one hand and making sure the camera on the tripod didn’t go in sleep mode during the duration of the break. This video involved The Try Guys with filming, as well as a photo shoot and major editing, that you had the opportunity to help with a big chunk.
As you got the camera to wake up again, you were met with a smiling Eugene. You crooked an eyebrow at him as he stood straight to meet your eyes. “Good one.” You said with a chuckle as you looked down at the camera in your hand and took it off sleep mode. Eugene, walking around the tripod and settling behind you, over-watching what you were doing from behind. His chin gently laying on top of your head. Your short figure feeling engulfed with Eugene’s tall one. A smile crept onto your face, gently letting the camera hang from the strap around your neck. “The view from up there good?” You joked. You felt Eugene laugh as he put his hands on your shoulders. “Definitely. You should try it sometime.” He continued the joke as you shook your head and spun around to face him.
You and Eugene had been dating for almost a month now, and haven’t told any of your friends at work. Both of you agreed that it wasn’t time to reveal it yet, so both of you had to keep it on low for a while. And you had to admit, it was extremely hard to hide when you had the urge to kiss Eugene’s pretty little face when he was doing something adorable or look at him like he’s your everything every time he made you laugh. Especially when hanging around friends and co-workers. Although, you had to admit that sneaking out of plans just to stay at his place seemed reasonable. Almost every day, your friends at Buzzfeed have been making plans with you in it, and it did push you into a pit of guilt when you would always blow them off. You convinced yourself that once everyone knows, it’ll all be forgiven; at least you hoped.
Quickly opening your apartment door, Eugene’s hands fell to your waist, and his lips settled on your neck from behind. His actions slowing you down from removing your key from the key lock to open your door. “Come on,” you said breathlessly as you held onto Eugene’s wrist and lead him in. He quickly shut your door and locked it, as you then wrapped your arms around his neck; greeting him back with a kiss. Returning the kiss, the two of you spun so that he was pinning you against your door and his hands wandered freely at the hem of your skirt. His lips attacking your neck and collarbone, leaving marks everywhere. You softly moaned as you felt his hands settle on your ass. “Jump.” Was all he said and you followed suit—legs wrapped around his waist. “I hope Quinta and Ashly aren’t mad, that I blew them off once, again.” You said between breaths as you let Eugene leave marks on your body, and your legs tightening around him. “They’ll definitely understand, once we show them these marks.” He said quickly and continued. You gave a little chuckle at the thought. ‘I hope.’ You mentally told yourself. Suddenly you felt Eugene harden underneath his jeans and heat pooling down between your legs. You bit your bottom lip as you kissed Eugene on the lips again, letting your hands reach down at his leather belt. He broke the kiss and laid his forehead on yours. You smiled and innocently looked at him. “I love you Y/N.” He said softly. A bright smile painted your face. “I love you too Eugene.” You said as he carried you to your bedroom.
‘They’ll definitely understand.’ A small wave of guilt settled in your stomach from the memory and words from Eugene last night. “You doing anything tonight? I heard that Netflix added the new season of Brooklyn Nine-Nine,” he said. “I totally would, but, I gotta edit two videos and release them tomorrow morning.” You said with a puppy-dog pout. “We will though, don’t worry.” You said in a hushed whisper and winked at him. Eugene’s face lit up like a child on Christmas. “Oh shit.” You said to yourself, and Eugene catching it. “What?” He curiously asked. His innocent face makes you want to kiss him. “Just, You smiled and all I could think of for a moment was, ‘oh shit.’” You said softly in a loving tone, keeping it to a minimal. Eugene’s cheeks looked blushed as he lightly punched you in the arm as he returned to the rest of the guys.
“God, can’t you guys just tell everyone you’re dating already?” Ashly asked as she suddenly put a hand on your shoulder. You suddenly got startled and quickly whipped your head around to face her. “What?” You said, trying to act innocent and confused. “You and Eugene,” she trailed off and nudged you. “I’m not dating Eugene.” You gave Ashly your best attempt at acting before she gave you a ‘nice-try-Raphael’ look. “Okay, so what? We’re just not ready to tell anyone yet.” You said quietly to her and pulled her off to the side. “So when are you guys going to tell everyone then? I mean, it’s clearly obvious both of you are dating.” She said with a laugh as she lightly munched on a cookie from the canteen. “What do you mean ‘obvious’? I’m doing a pretty good job at keeping it on the down low. Same with Eugene.” You tried to tell Ashly, but she shook her head in disappointment. “Oh, sweet innocent Y/N, I wish you could see it through everyone else’s eyes.” She gave a chuckle as you crooked an eyebrow in honest confusion. Ashly gave you a soft pat on the shoulder as she returned to the tripod.
Eugene coming back to you, shoving his pockets in his dress pants. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” He asked politely. You gave a nod as you followed him outside the filming room. You both stopped at an empty hallway and leaned on the wall. You also had something to talk to him about and you opened your mouth to start. “I think we should tell everyone about us.” You both said in unison. Blinking, you both let out a chuckle at the moment. Great minds think alike. “Who told you?” You asked. “The guys. You?” He asked. “Ashly.” Both of you gave nods, then settling on telling everyone; walking back to the filming room.
As both you and Eugene entered the room Eugene got everyone’s attention. “Everyone, random news announcement, but,” he trailed off, taking a glance at you. You gave a smile and a slight nod as he continued. “Y/N and I are dating.” He revealed (finally) and let his hand hold yours. Both fingers intertwining. “Finally!” Ned yelled in relief, with a smile on his face. “It was so obvious!” Keith yelled out too, giving Ned a high-five. “Yeah, I totally ship you guys,” Zach said excitedly as he gave small claps. Ashly quickly ran out the door to drag Andrew in. “What are you doing?” He asked as she dragged Andrew in with her hand on his wrist. “Winning.” She said. “Say it again,” Ashly asked. Both you and Eugene looked at each other and shrugged. “Y/N and I are dating.” Eugene said simply. “Finally!” A bunch of people yelled in unison. You and Eugene were startled as Steven, Freddie, Kelsey, Ryan, Shane and Sara appeared at the door. “Right?” The three other Try guys said happily behind both you and Eugene. “And that means, Ned and I win Andrew. Hand over the money.” Ashly said as Ned quickly ran over to Ashly, giving her a high-five. “But wait, everyone else bet on this right?” Andrew said to all the people at the door. Ashly looked confused as everyone confessed their bets. Sara, Shane, Steven and Andrew bet that you were going to be the first one to announce it, and Ryan, Freddie, Kelsey, Ashly and Ned bet that Eugene was going to announce it—but Ashly and Andrew had the original bet before they dragged seven more people in it.
“What?” You asked awkwardly as they all exchanged their money to the winning team. “Wait!” Yelled Zach from behind. “When did you start dating?” He asked eagerly. “A little over a month ago.” You answered with a smile. Eugene letting your hand go and making it’s way to your waist. You felt his strong hand gripping your waist gently. “Damn it.” Keith then sighed and took out his wallet, handing Zach $50. “Thank you sir.” He said happily. “You guys are really cute by the way.” Freddie said breaking the awkward ice. Everyone murmured in agreement. “Yeah, I thought Eugene didn’t have feelings and emotions.” Kelsey said with a laugh. “Then call this emotion.” Eugene said as he lifted and spun you and gave you a kiss. Your arms quickly made it’s way around his neck as you passionately kissed him. Both of you departed the kiss with a smile as everyone clapped and happily yelled in unison. ‘They’ll definitely understand’. You thought back at Eugene’s words. He was right after all.
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A/N: I finally made a masterlist! If you wanna go check it out, link is here!
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Masterlist
#eugene lee yang#the try guys#ned fulmer#keith habersberger#zach kornfeld#buzzfeed#buzzfeed imagines#eugene lee yang x reader#zarawrites
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Rule: tag 10 followers you want to know better
I was tagged by: @littlemiss-nob0dy (thanks for tagging me,, we should totally talk💛💛)
Name: lizbeth ( everyone always says 'elizabeth' and it's annoying,, does it look like I have an a in my name??)
Star Sign: taurus
Middle Name: don't have one (insert emma chamberlain and her peace sign face)
Put your music on shuffle. What are the first 4 songs to pop up?
Round & Round - Selena Gomez
High Hopes - p!atd
Levitate - twenty one pilots
Walls could talk - halsey
I'm honestly surprised that taylor didn't come up bc I have all her music n she has the most
Grab the closest book to you and turn to page 23. What’s line 17?
"On the night the rainstorm began, said some who claimed to have been in the cantina the very night she was killed, the two of them had a terrible fight" what you see in the dark by manuel muñoz
Who is your celebrity crush?
taylor swift, calum hood & halsey
Ever had a poem or song written about you?
nope :(
What’s a sound you hate, and another one you love?
I HATE when Styrofoam things are cut/broken in half, like ughhhj I can't
I love the sound of rain, 10/10
Do you believe in ghosts?
yeah,, but like I don't think they wanna scare/hurt us ya'know??
How about aliens?
absolutely
Do you drive?
Nope, everyone else is getting their drivers license and im here getting anxiety from just sitting in the passenger seat
If so have you ever crashed!
I drove a golf cart when I was 7,, I crashed several times sksksks
What was the last book you’ve read?
Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin, the book was wild, 10/10 would recommend
What was the last movie you saw?
Miss Stevens,, I honestly don't watch movies oops
Do you have any obsessions?
I'm really obsessed with Criminal Minds rn, ummm 5sos, sex education, and obviously taylor swift. Almost forgot,, John Mulaney/ Big Mouth!!
Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
No, I think? No one has done me wrong so I wouldn't know
In a relationship?
nope,, but I'm pretty happy so idc, unless any of y'all are looking for something 😎
I tag
@ginnygrint @kikii-stfu @smolbeanbucky & @fandomsx1000000
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get to know me tag 🍋
Rules: tag 10 followers you want to get to know better
tagged by: @southsclub 🍓!!!
Birth year: 1999
Star sign: virgo!!
Height: 5’1
Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 4 songs:
1999 wildfire - brockhampton
one of these nights - red velvet
im tired of feeling this way - elijah who
10 seconds - aoa
Grab the nearest book, turn to page 23, what’s the 17th line?
“Maybe I was still suspicious ㅡ sometimes I thought I’d call it one day and find out for sure who it belonged to” - It’s Not Like It’s A Secret by Misa Sugiura
Ever had a song or poem written about you?
yes, in like??? 8th grade. hdhdhdg my mom wouldnt let me throw them away and she has a box full of them somewhere in the house
When was the last time you played air guitar?
right now bc i forgot abt air guitar
Celebrity crushes?
jameela jamil >:) 💓💓💓
what is a sound you love/hate?
I love – the sound of crunching snow!!!, closing marker cap n you hear that pop!, n exo’s vocals
I hate – styrofoam >:( when things rub against it!!! it sounds so gross n icky!!!
do you believe in ghosts?
yes!!!! i wanna have an encounter, my friend says her house is haunted n im trying to sleepover n meet one!!!
do you believe in aliens?
Heck Yes
Do you drive? and if you do, have you ever crashed?
i perpetrate the stereotype that gays cant drive. im anti driving.
Last book you read?
my lesbian experience with loneliness
Do you like the smell of gasoline?
a lil??? like if im at the gas station n i get a tiny whiff, i go “hm! nice!” but if its too much my nose hurts
Last movie you saw?
ralph breaks the internet 💓💓💓💓
Do you have any obsessions right now?
im just,,,, Now getting into the kingdom hearts series n its sm fun learning more n more about it!!!!! im also attempting to do cosplays now, im going to a con soon so we’ll see!!!!
Do you tend to hold grudges?
yes, its not a Good trait but yeah :////
Are you in a relationship right now?
nope >:(
tagging!!!: @ireizaheddo @kotoririn @lonesomelark @vanillatwiilight @rokushions @yallsucktoes @sunsetiover @zombiesakura @lovelethargic @nerddotjpeg
#long post#thank u for tagging me 💓💓💓💓#i love talking about myself shdhhdjfg#if u dont wanna do this dw!!!!
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Tag game
Rules: Tag 10 followers you want to know better. I was tagged by @thisiskate and @boot-scootin
Name: elizabeth
Star sign: sagittarius
Height: 5'6"
Middle name: katherine
Put your music on shuffle, what are the first 4 songs
Wild horses-the flying burrito brothers
Talk 2 her - Sam Coffey and the iron lungs
Crush- tessa violet
Deep red bells- neko case
Grab the closest book to you and turn to page 23, what is line 17?
In in the bath tub 😂 no books round.
Ever had a poem or song written about you?
Not that I know of
When was the last time you played air guitar?
Idk... I'm more of an air drummer
Who is your celeb crush?
John mulaney, Rhett and link, mythical Josh, Paul rudd
What is one sound you hate, and one you love?
i hate the sound of Styrofoam and like the sound of Thunder
Do you believe in ghosts?
No
How about aliens?
yes.
Do you drive?
Yes
If so have you ever crashed?
No. I hit a deer last time I was in upstate new York but managed to just have a small dent in my bumper
What was the last book you read?
The road back to you (nonfiction about the enneagram)
Do you like the smell of gasoline? No but I get why people do
What was the last movie you saw?
Velvet buzzsaw
Do you have any obsessions right now?
Dice. I can't stop buying polyhedral dice. Look at this sparkly boy.
Do you hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
Is it a grudge if you just completely cut someone out of your life and never talk to them again?
In a relationship?
Yes celebrating our 6th wedding anniversary in 2 weeks!
Open tag do it if you wanna
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Tag Game
I was tagged by @gamora-borealis thanks, mate!
rule: tag ten followers you want to know better!
Tagging:
@spxderbarnes @bi-writes @madmadmilk @spidereyhes @filthystark @h-osterfield @petersbenjamin @underoos-tom @underoosstark @curlytoms
star sign: Virgo
height: 4′11″
what’s your middle name: Kaylee-Marie
put your itunes on shuffle. what are the first 4 songs that popped up?
Lol Apple who? I only know Google Play and Spotify (so I shuffled my Spotify)
Lauren’s Song by Breathe Carolina
Jasey Rae (acoustic) by All Time Low
Disintegration by Turnover
Daydreamer by Trophy Eyes
grab the book nearest you and turn to page 23. what’s line 17?
"For the spirit that walks in shadow.” - Dream-Land by Edgar Allan Poe (it’s a 642 page book of his work whoops)
have you ever had a poem or song written about you?
I have, actually
when was the last time you played air guitar?
Uhhhhh idk years ago????????? I was probably mocking a friend about Guitar Hero because I beat them
who is your celebrity crush?
Tom Holland, Dylan O’Brien, Zendaya, Danai Gurira, Emma Watson, Harrison Osterfield, Ki Hong Lee, Crystal Reed, Steven Yeun
what’s a sound you hate + a sound you love?
I hate the sound of styrofoam rubbing against anything. It’s horrible. But I love the sound of, hear me out, an entire crowd singing ONE verse at the same time. There’s something very satisfying standing in a soldout arena with a couple thousand strangers singing the same words as loud as possible. Besides that though, the rev of a dragster before the tree turns green.
do you believe in ghosts?
100%
how about aliens?
Of course!
do you drive?
Do I? Yes. Do I want to? No. Should I? Also no.
if so, have you ever crashed?
Okay so....I hit a pole at the bank once and ended up doing about $15k worth of damage to my mom’s car and anyway, Allstate is GREAT insurance. (okay I also BALLED my eyes out and felt horrible because yikes her car isn’t cheap and they ended up having to replace the entire right side of the car but that was the side that got keyed so I mean....)
what was the last book you read?
The Cursed Child by J.K. Rowling and I read it, according to Timehop, exactly a year ago.
do you like the smell of gasoline?
Kind of, yeah
what was the last movie you saw?
Last movie I saw that I had never seen before, Black Panther but last movie I watched was Love, Simon
what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
I wanna say when I broke my nose just because it sucked and ya know, ended up with 2 black eyes from it but I mean, the bone in my foot still pops out of socket from when I broke it??? But I was hospitalized for breaking my femur??? So one of those I guess
do you have any obsessions right now?
I mean, lately it’s Spider-Man, MCU, WHI, I Was Prey
do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
Depends on who they are and what they did tbh
in a relationship?
Y’all I’ve been single so long I don’t even know what a relationship is at this point
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2, 16, 21, 27, 62, 87, and 91 for the ask thing if you’re still doing it 🌸 ❤️
2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?fuck!!! um!!! i don’t know!!!!! Pass.
16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?u picked some hard fuckin questions dude. i know she’s actually One Person but i’m gonna cheat and say marina and the diamonds
21: Who is your celebrity crush?i don’t really have one but also i would die for krysta rodriguez so maybe her
27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?hate: like styrofoam rubbing together in weird ways? that doesn't stop me from dissecting my styrofoam dunkin donuts cups and playing with themlove: this is extremely specific let me paint a picture. I’m in the middle of nowhere Maine. I’ve got a paper cup too full of coffee. I may be wearing pajamas. I open the door to the theater and I hear 30 voices and it’s so early in the morning but they’re so full of energy and life and it’s just vocal warmups but they’re having a blast surrounded by their family making musicso walking into morning sing at camp.
62: What’s your favourite animal?this is such a boring answer but dogs? i love my dog so much and i love other people’s dogs so much and other animals are also cool but other animals don’t gently scratch at my door bc they wanna sit on my lap
87: What is your current desktop picture?it’s this but big!
91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?i love this scenario and also invisibility probably. i’m so anxious always.
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