Samara stared skeptically up at the door with the slapdash paint job reading 'IMP Headquarters, in a dilapidated office building in Imp City, where she'd traveled on one of her rare days off. She had an important meeting today, so she checked her hair one more time in her compact, smoothed down her shirt, and raised her hand to knock. Before she could, muffled screaming on the other side of the door caused her to jump back.
"I've got a client coming any minute now and this place looks like a goddamn joke! I've seen crackhouses with more class. Moxxie!! Feed the piranhas! Millie, look busy. I don't know, sharpen a knife or something, try to make it look like we mean business here. And Loona!..." the manic voice took on a softer, almost cutesy tone. "You're doing amazing, sweetie! Keep it up!"
A deep growl rumbled through the door.
Samara quirked an eyebrow, but shrugged and knocked anyway. Working for Greed, she was used to hearing yelling behind closed doors. Hell didn't exactly breed stable work environments. She heard scrambling, the squealing sound of hastily moved furniture, and even a cat screech before the door was thrown open by an imp in a flamboyant suit, where it cracked the wall upon impact.
"Hellooo! Welcome to I.M.P. you must be Samara, come in, come in!"
He grabbed her up by the shoulders and quite literally yanked her inside. Samara let out a small surprised squeak and disappeared with the imp into the room, the door slamming just behind her tail. Inside, it was a pretty normal setup. There was a couch where a hellhound was lounging on her back, tail swishing lazily as she played some sort of game on her phone. Nearby, a small imp female was cleaning a sniper rifle, humming a happy tune as she worked.
"Well, here we are! These are some of my employees, and I'm Blitz, the owner of this fine establishment."
He rubber his hands together.
"Now, let's get to my office and talk some bidness shall—"
"AARRGH!"
A small imp with white hair burst out of a nearby room, covered in bite marks and soaking wet. He slammed the door behind him and leaned against it, panting wildly.
"Moxxie! Be careful with those piranha, they weren't cheap, ya little bastard!"
"The piranha are fine, sir. They decided they wanted me to be dessert. I almost lost a hand!"
The little imp, Moxxie, shoved his hand in his boss's face, which had even a small chunk missing. The female imp saw this and rushed over to him, smothering him with affection and kisses before running off to get a first aid kit.
Blitz waved him off.
"Yeah, yeah. Wear some gloves next time or something then."
The hellhound piped up behind them, saying in a bored tone
"They must really love the taste of chicken..."
"Sir!!"
Moxxie gestured towards her, even after his partner came back and pulled him over to the desk, starting on cleaning him up.
Blitz shushed him, a wide grin on his face.
"Now now. Loona's just expressing herself, hilariously. Maybe if you learned to take a joke as well as you take your wife's strap-on you'd be happier in life."
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Broken Toys (A Robo Fizz Romance) (18+)
FanfictionA newly dead demon girl indebted to Mammon is forced to harbor the star of his destroyed park, Loo Loo Land. Not only does she have to oversee his repairs & bring his show back, she has to make it better than ever no matter what it takes. Being the...
