It is a week after Verosika lost her bet with Blitzo, meaning that she and her Posse no longer had to wear Maid outfits and do humiliating tasks. It wasn't all bad though. The girls would occasionally strike a sexy pose around you, run a feather-duster over your collarbone while giving you bedroom eyes, or say something flirty with a French accent. Plus Verosika kept her outfit on whenever you would do it.
You are shown in the basement of IMP and Verosika's shared building, occupying a shooting range, firing at automated targets. You put a bullet through the heart of a target resembling a stereotypical street thug.
You turn and shoot another target resembling a terrorist wearing a balaclava and wearing an explosive vest. The head shatters to pieces.
Another target pops up, resembling a disheveled teenager with a gun.You pause and notice your hand shaking again.
Y/N: Oh come on! Not now! You're a fucking assassin. This should be easy!
You struggle to keep a steady grip on your pistol, but end up dropping it.
Y/N: Shit.
The automated target fires. A live round grazes your arm.
Y/N: OW! FUCKING GOD DAMN IT!
You punch a button on the wall, shutting the range down. You put your hand over the wound and breath through gritted teeth.
Y/N: And I thought getting stabbed in that riot hurt.
You look towards the back wall and grab a first-aid kit before sitting down on a bench. You grab a cotton ball and swab disinfectant on the wound.
Y/N: Ow ow ow ow ow!
You eye the stitches and gauze suspiciously.
Y/N: Am I really gonna do this myself when I have two girlfriends who would gladly do it for me? Yes. Because then I would have to explain how I got shot in the first place. "Hey Loonie. Hey May-may. Guess what? I'm a colossal wimp who froze up when shooting automated targets when I literally kill people for a living. How pathetic is that?"
You grab the needle and start sewing your wound up. You fight to breath normally and hold your arm steady, fighting against the blazing pain. You wrap your arm in gauze and pull your sleeve down to hide the wound.
After riding the elevator up to IMP's office, you notice Blitzo pacing around the conference room with a nervous expression.
Y/N: Everything okay, boss?
Blitzo: No, asshole. Everything is not okay! Prince Stolas is on his way here!
Y/N: ...Who?
Blitzo: A thirsty Owl who will not leave me the FUCK alone even though we fuck once a month since he doesn't want to do it with his nagging bitch of a wife!
You turn to Moxxie, Millie, and Loona with a look that says "Someone please explain that like a normal person".
Moxxie: He's the whole reason we have access to the living world.
???: Ohhhhhh Blitzyyyyyyyyyyy!
Blitzo: Ahh!
He goes to duck under the table but stops when the door slams open and a long legged Owl demon enters.
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