Helluva Boss: Ink Edition

Return To Wrath

We open up to see Bendy and Striker going over the inventory at I.M.P, looking over all the weapons inside.

Bendy: Alright, let's see if we got everything.... Katanas?

Striker: Check.

Bendy: Sniper rifles?

Striker: *shows his blessing tipped rifle* Check.

Bendy: Giant rusty anchor?

Striker: Uh, anchor. Anchor? *starts panicking* Where the fuck's the giant rusty anchor!?

Bendy: Relax, Strike-Man. Just a little joke.

Striker: *phew* Don't do that, alright? As much as I hate to say it, I'm an old man. I can't take that sort of shit.

Bendy chuckled as he checked the list over, seeing everything was checked and accounted for. Before he could inform his co-worker, Sallie May suddenly charged into the armory, holding her phone up.

Sallie May: Bendy, oh my Satan, guess what?!

Bendy: *excited* Mickey Mouse has been revealed to be a homophobic terrorist puppy killer who's a Neo Nazi?!

Sallie May: Why do you keep guessing that stuff? And, no. I got an email from my brother Ranger.

Striker: Oh yeah, how is Ranger, anyway?

Sallie May: He's fine. But that's not the news. He emailed me saying that this weekend is the annual McBashkull family reunion!

Bendy: Oh, that's great, Sal! *turns glum* Wish I could go....

Sallie May: Uh..... You do know you can go, right brother?

Bendy: *perks up* Really?

Striker: Well, you are married into their family. It only makes sense.

Sallie May: Yeah, Moxie's coming and maybe those other two wives of yours are. Say, maybe you could bring the kids.

Bendy: Hey, not a bad idea. This culd give Vivian and Ghost a chance to meet some more of their family.

Sallie May: Exactly. So, the reunion's on Saturday, so we just have tomorrow, then we're good to go.

Bendy nodded to his sister in-law as she left. Thugh before she completely left the armory, Striker gulped and stepped forth.

Striker: Sallie, wait!

The Wrath imp stopped in her tracks as she turned to face the Rattler, who's knees shook as he stood. Seeing the nervousness in his eyes and knowing what he was about to ask, Bendy leaned forth.

Bendy: Psst! Striker, tell her she's pretty.

Instead, Striker let out a mutter of gibberish.

Bendy: No, no, Striker. Just say something nice.

He tried, he really tried to say something. But Striker's brain decided to short, making him release a creaking moan.

Sallie May: Hmm, *starts leaving* I should go. Mills waiting for-

Striker: No!

Bendy: Wait! He's trying to tell you something!

Sallie May: Striker?...... What exactly are you doing, you're starting to scare me....

Striker looks at Bendy and speaks gibberish to him, flailing his arms around.

Bendy: Oh! I think Striker's saying that he'd like to... shank you with a stake!

Sallie May: *scared* What?!

Striker: No! *more gibberish*

Bendy: ......Try to guess your weight.