Helluva Boss: Ink Edition

Putts Of Hell

(Don't worry folks, this takes place before the most recent chapters of Hazbin Hotel)

At I.M.P, the entire crew was seated in the meeting room, though Vortex and Sallie May were giving folding beach chairs as the original four members, Bendy, and Octavia had taken the 5 seats already available.

Blitz: Alright, so bad news first, we're starting to actually run into some financial troubles. Now, it's anyone's guess as to why this is....

Moxie: Like your horrible propaganda decisions?

Loona: Or all the times you rented 'Spirit' on On Demand?

Bendy: Or how you visit the Hothead Cafe on the daily in order to feed your iced coffee addiction?

Blitz: Hey, I'm not addicted dammit! I can stop whenever the fuck I want, these are just choices!.... Anyway, if we don't get any new revenue in the next week, the building's landlord is gonna seize our office and the company will be sunk. Do we have any ideas?

Millie: I know! We could-

Blitz: WE'RE NOT DOING A DAMN CARWASH!

At the sound of the lanky imp's shout, Millie shrunk in her seat a bit, causing Bendy, Moxxie, and Sallie May to glare at their boss for shouting at their wife/sister.

Sallie May: I know, I got some sports equipment back home! Let's have a sports competition to show off our strength, and get physic- WOAH FUCK!

The imp screamed as her chair breaks apart, causing her to fall onto the floor.

Blitz: Any other ideas?

Octavia: How about a bake sale?

Blitz: We've been over this with Bendy, the answer is still no

Bendy: Lemonade stand?

Blitz: What the fuck are we, seven?!

Vortex: A concert?

Blitz: Mmm...

As the group discussed their plans to raise money, Loona scrolled on her phone. Though she stopped as a pop-up caught her eye which could help the company.

Loona: Hey, guys! I think I got something!

The group looked to the female hellhound, allowing her to take center stage.

Bendy: What'd you find, Loons?

Loona: *shows phone* This.

The demons stare at the phone, their faces plagued with confusion.

Moxxie: You want us to take guitar lessons?

Confused, Loona looked at the screen again, noticing the ad had changed.

Loona: Oh crap, wrong one. *types on phone* I meant this.

The demons are shown the phone again, this time their shown an ad for the 'Putts Of Hell golf tourney'.

Sallie May: Putts Of Hell. A golf tournament?

Loona: Yeah, and listen to this. It says the winning duo of the golf tournament will be reawarded 1 million Soullix. Along with free advertising for any companies who have their employees compete.

At this, Blitz' pupils turned into dollar signs for a second as he thrust his fists into the air.

Blitz: FUCK YEAH! If we win, not only will we be able to advertise I.M.P, but we'll also get a million big ones!

Vortex: That's great and all, boss man. But, who'll play?

Millie: Moxxie can!

Loona: Really, Mills? Moxxie?