We open on a dream that you're having after your drunken night with Blitzo. In said dream, you are riding towards IMP's office/Verosika's studio on your motorcycle. You swerve around a horde of dead sinners and see a certain gas mask wearing simp running around on fire.
Tom Trench: Why won't anyone HELP MEEEE?!
You narrowly avoid a swipe from an armed angel wearing a disturbing mask
Y/N: Purge mask wearing fucks!
You stick a leg out and kick one of the exterminators square in the chest. Before it can get back up, you flip off of your motorcycle and grab it's spear. Your motorcycle crashes into another exterminator, pinning it to the wall of a building. You rush to the floored exterminator and stab its spear into its chest. You hear an explosion and notice smoke coming from a certain building.
Y/N: No...No no no no no no no!
You hop back onto your motorcycle, steering with one hand while keeping the exterminator's spear in the other hand. As you reach the building, you take off sprinting while dialing Loona's phone number.
Loona's voicemail: I'm fucking busy! Call me back later! Don't bother leaving a message because I don't feel like listening to it!
Y/N: No...
You dial Verosika's number.
Verosika's voicemail: Hey. I'm either singing, doing drugs, or getting fucked. Call me back later. Or don't.
Y/N: No...No!
You dash into the building and see two exterminators by an elevator. You quickly kill the two of them with the spear and dash up the stair case. A final exterminator descends down towards you. You snap their neck, before stabbing them with the spear and tossing them down the stair case. You kick the door to the hallway open and notice that the floors and walls and smeared with blood.
Y/N: Blitzo? Vortex?
You cautiously open the door to Verosika's studio and are greeted with the sight of a bloodbath. You take in Verosika's deceased posse members. Their faces are masks of fear and agony.
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IMP's Chick Magnet (Helluva Boss Waifus x Male Reader)
FanfictionYou act as the newest member of IMP, while having to deal with the advances of the hottest women in Hell.