Helluva Boss: Ink Edition

Blitz' Reckoning

At I.M.P, Moxxie, Millie, and Bendy had arrived back in Hell for a job, covered in blood. The job this time being to kill a corrupt journalist who made a great employee lose his job and committed suicide.

Bendy: Ah~. I love the smell of iron in the morning.

Millie: But, it's 4:29.

Blitz had just gotten out of his office, sipping an ice coffee and stared at the trio, spitting out his coffee in rage.

Loona: I'm not cleaning that up.

Blitz: WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU IDIOTS?! You were supposed to be back 10 minutes ago.

Moxxie: Sir, the target managed to survive 3 shots, we had to chase him down.

Blitz: Look, I don't want to hear it. Besides, I don't pay you dickwipes to make excuses.

Bendy: You hardly pay us at all.

Blitz: Oh, that reminds me. I got something for you.

Blitz pulls out three envelopes and hands them to his employees

Blitz: It's friday, which means PAYDAY! Don't spend it all at once now.

Millie: Money, money, money, money, money!

She runs out of the office, excited as Moxxie sniffs the envelope.

Moxxie: Ah, yes! Our meager restitution. There's nothing like the sweet smell of payday.

He opens it and finds leather gimp bonds and fuzzy handcuffs.

Moxxie: Huh?

Blitz: Oh, sorry, that's for Stolas. *gives him new envelope* Here's your actual check. And here's yours, Bendy.

Bendy: You know, it astounds me that I've haven't quit this job yet. I have the money and the studio's been rebuilt. But, I guess it's because if this book were to be canceled, there'd be a riot.

Moxxie: What is this!?! You're just paying me 5 dollars for this entire week?!

Blitz: Yeah, I've been spotting your record as of late Mox. And I've seen that you've been slacking a bit. So, I'm gonna have to dock your pay.

Moxxie: Are you kidding me Sir?! I've been working each day, 8/6, and have completed every job successfully! And that is considered SLACKING A BIT?!

Blitz: Well, if you don't believe me, look for yourself. Now, I'll be in my office. Can you guys get my Doordash order when it comes? Thanks.

As he entered his office, Blitz threw a file at Moxxie's face and shut the door. The imp peeled the file off of his face and opened it, revealing a work record.

Moxxie: Wait a minute, this says I wasn't working at all this week. This isn't my record. This is Loona's!

Bendy: Huh. That explains the little daddy-daughter doodles in here.

Moxie: Blitz mixed my record on purpose so he'd have an excuse to pay me less! Don't you see Bendy. We've been duped!

Bendy: Duped?!

Moxxie: Bamboozled!

Bendy: We've been smeckledorfed!

Moxxie: That's not even a word and I agree with ya! He's probably in there, snickering as he hoards the money he should've been paying me.

Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door.

Guy at door: Doordash!

Suddenly, the Ink Demon sports an evil grin as an idea brews in his head.