At I.M.P., Bendy and Blitz were the only ones there. Moxie, Millie, and Loona had gone home an hour earlier, but they stayed in order to check weapon inventory. Currently, Bendy was playing around on his phone, playing some sort of weird bird game, waiting for Blitz to be done with his part of the job.
Bendy: Hurry up with those bludgeons, Blitz. It's after closing. I have a daughter I want to get back to, so I'd like to go home!
Blitz walked out of the armory, holding his famous assault rifle. Though, e was really excited for some reason.
Blitz: Well, I wanted to show you something. I managed to splurge some money from that pedo job to buy some new bullets. Angelic Metal, too. *accidently points gun at Bendy* Pretty fucking sweet, right?
Bendy: BLITZ, WHAT THE FUCK?! *shields face* Don't point that at me!
Blitz: Oh, relax. It's not this one's loaded with them, look.
He proceeded to pull the trigger to prove that it was empty, but the gun however was loaded as it shot near Bendy's foot.
Bendy: Are you crazy! You could've shot me!
Blitz: Oh relax, Bends. I didn't shoot you, so- OH SHIT!Blitz had a look of horror as Bendy looked down to see that Blitz had indeed shot him in his foot with the Holynium bullet, the ink of his foot burning as streams of rainbow blood squirted out. Bendy soon began to have a panic attack.
Bendy: Oh my god! Oh my god! Make it stop! Mommy, make it stop!
Blitz: Okay, Bendy don't panic. I have WebMD on my phone! *pulls out phone, gets Twitter notif* Hey, our show's getting a new episode this Sunday!
Bendy: *calm* Wow, really? Wait, what am I doing?! Blitz, call 911!
The imp was taken back at the yell as he dialed 911.
Operator: 911.
Blitz: Yes, hi. My employee accidentally shot himself in the foot with a Holynium bullet-
Bendy: I SHOT MYSELF?! THAT WAS YOU!!
Blitz: Whatever. Anyway, we need an ambulance right fucking now!
Operator: Hold on....Oh Satan....OH DEAR SATAN, THERE'S A DEMON WITH AN EXORCIST'S BLADE IN HERE! I THINK WE'RE BEING ROBBED! QUICK, CALL 911!
Blitz: *concerned* Okay.
Blitz was about to dial, but he paused as he talked to the Operator again.
Blitz: Wait a goddamn minute, you are 911!
Operator: Oh! Look at you Mr. Smarty Pants Know-It-All! Dick! *hangs up*
Blitz: The whore called me Mr. Smartipantz, then hung up on me.
Bendy: *confused, but panicky* WHAT?!
Blitz: I know! I look nothing like Mr. Smartipantz!
He then points to a picture of the supposed 'Mr. Smartipantz'. It was actually an imp that looked exactly like Blitz, but with a handlebar mustache and a graduation cap on his head.
The rainbow blood started dripping off of Bendy's shoe and started to stain the carpet.
Bendy: JUST MAKE IT STOP BLEEDING! PLEASE, BLITZ~!
Blitz: Okay, okay! Just stop screaming my damn name! I have an idea!
Blitz rushed to Bendy and reached into the Ink Demon's pocket. He pulled out Bendy's famous mallet and a wooden stake. He proceeds to hold the stake over the hole in Bendy's foot and hover the hammer over the stake's flat top.
Bendy: What do you think you're doing?
Blitz: Calm your tits, Bendy! It's simple, if I use this stake to block the hole, the bleeding will stop.
Bendy: Uh, Blitz. I don't know about this.
It was too late, as Blitz had already started hammering in the stake.
Bendy: AAAHH!!!! FUCK, IT HURTS!
Blitz: Don't worry, everything's fine! I need to hammer it in some more! God, it's so tight!! *hammers again*
Bendy: THAT'S WHAT HE SAID!!!
Blitz: Okay, just one more and-
Bendy: BLITZ! Just take me to the Hazbin Hotel! I have a friend there that's a doctor!
Blitz:.....Oh.
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Bendy was hopping on one foot, talking to Ren on his phone as Blitz helped him to the parking lot.
Bendy: *straining* Okay, I'll meet you there, Ren. *hangs up* Dammit it Blitz, This is all your fault!
Blitz: My fault?!
Bendy: Yes, your fault! You fucking shot me! I swear, if I cleanse before I make it to the Hotel and I have to leave my wives widowed and my daughter fatherless, I'm gonna fucking murder you!
Both had made it to Blitz' van.
Blitz: How would that work?
Bendy: Wait wait wait wait, hold up. I'm not getting in your van.
Blitz: Why the hell not?
Bendy: It still has that stupid hat on it!
Bendy pointed to the van, as it had a giant coon-skin hat on the roof.
Bendy: Take it off.
Blitz: It gives Lance more of a personality.
Bendy: I'm not getting inside 'Lance'!
Blitz: Get inside of Lance!
Bendy: No!
Blitz: *sigh* Okay, fine.
He turns around and crouches down. Bendy gave him a weird look as the imp patted his back.
Blitz: Just shrink down to your weird ass 'chibi form', climb on my back, and I'll give you a piggyback ride there.
Bendy: What? No, that's weird.
Blitz: Okay, it's either that or you lay here and cleanse.
Bendy: *groans* Fine.
Bendy uses his pen to sketch himself into his smaller form as he crawls onto Blitz' back and wraps his arms around his neck. The imp puts his hands behind his back to cup Bendy's lower half for support and he runs to the hospital.
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As it turned, the whole fiasco was just a vision that Bendy was illustrating Blitz. The two were still at I.M.P., taking inventory as Blitz looked on at the Toon.
Bendy: And that, Blitz, is the only theoretical way that I would enter my Toon form and let you give me a piggyback ride.
Bendy had explained this to him, since Blitz asked him if he could give him a piggyback ride while he was in his Toon form. However, instead of deterring him, Blitz just gets a smirk on his face as he sees Bendy walk off to the waiting room. He grabs his assault rifle, along with that box of Holynium bullets he bought off the black market last Monday.
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A few minutes later, Blitz has actually shot Bendy's foot. Now, Bendy was in his Toon form, pissed off as tears sprouted from his eyes in pain and Blitz runs down the Imp City street all the way to Pentagram.
Bendy: YOU ACTUALLY DID IT, YOU BASTARD!!! *cries*
Blitz: WHEEEEE!!!
THE END
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