Helluva Boss: Ink Edition

The Hunger

It was Wednesday, the middle of the week, also known as meeting day. No one liked meeting day, what with the antsy to get out onto the field and let out some pent up energy or anger on targets.

Sallie May: As much as I enjoy a good slaughter this jobentails, I will never get used to these meetings.

Mask: I know, right? I'd rather someone kill me right now than go with this bullshit.

Loona: *annoyed* That can be arranged if you keep talking, Mask.

To prove her point, Loona created a spell circle, crafting a blue fireball. Though, it quickly fizzled out, causing her to swear under her breath.

Loona: Dammit...

Bendy: Hey, 6 seconds. That's better than last time. You're starting to get the hang on your magic, Loona.

Loona: Thanks.

Millie: So, what's this meeting about, Blitz?

Blitz didn;t respond. Instead, he sat at the far end of the table, watching his own fingers tapping on the table's surface.

Millie: Blitz?

Meeting day was usually the same everytime, go to meeting, listen to Blitz's rambling, want to die, reapeat next week. However, today was different, as Blutz seemed to be trying to get himself to focus as if there was something sticking to his mind he couldn't shake off. From tapping his foot to scratching his claws on the table, nothing seemed to help. He had taken his new meds this morning, so it can't be that. But what was it?

Moxxie: Sir!

Blitz: *jolts* Ah, fuck! Moxxie, don't fucking scare me like that!

Bendy: So, the meeting......?

Blitz: Meeting? *eyes widen* Oh shit, that's right, it's meeting day. Okay uh.... Onto our first order of business...........

The group awaited as Blitz paused, trying to collect his thoughts. Everyone up close thought he just forgot what the meeting was about, but with Bendy being the closest, he noticed something with his friend. Blitz was slightly trembling, gripping his arm tightly and growling under his breath, fangs bared slightly.

Bendy: Blitz, are you feeling alright?

Blitz: Uh..... You know what, how about we just skip the meeting today and you guys go out and do some killing?

Everyone was surprised at this. Despite wasting the company's money on overexaggerated marketing and oddball schemes, Blitz never skips the meetings.

Striker: Really? Are you sure-

Mask: Don't give him any ideas, Striker! This is our chance! *gets up, runs* Oh hell yeah, freedom boi!

Octavia: Sir, we really shouldn't skip this meeting. It could be important.

Vortex: Plus, I thought we were gonna go over the progress reports for each of us.

Moxxie: You can't just skip a meeting, Sir. These are important.

More and more the voices came at him and as they did, Blitz's ears began ringing from the utteral horrible sensation that racked his body. He tried covering his ears, but that did next to nothing. Unable to hold it in any longer, Blitz pounded his fists on the table so hard, the surface cracked.

Blitz: Stop fucking talking! All of you!.... Just shut the fuck up!

Blitz panted after he screamed, looking at his employees' reactions. Everyone was staring at him, surprised and in Moxxie's case, actually intimidated at Blitz's outburst and desk pounding.