We open not at I.M.P, but at the Hazbin Hotel's bar at night, where Bendy, Blitz, Moxxie, Vortex & surprisingly Marx play poker in a round table. Blitz drinks a can of beer, then Striker opens the door unexpectedly.
Striker: Ey yo, dudes! Guys night! This is like, crazy right? Alright.
Blitz: What? Why are you talking like that?
Striker: ike, what do you mean, brohiem?
Bendy: Exactly like that. Please... Just stop.
Striker: *sigh* Alright, fine. I didn;t get an invite to Guy's Night and I thought it was because I was too old, so I decided to talk like the kids nowadays to cange you guys's minds.
Bendy: Striker, that's not how kids talk, that's how idiots get their points across. Second, you didn;t need an invite, you could've just come.
Moxxie: After all, Sallie May and Mask don;t identify as men. So, you can join us.
Striker: *nods, sits down* So what are we playing, fellow males? Stick and Hoop?
Vortex: Uh... no. Hold' em 2 Cards Tanklan Buy In.
Striker: Right~.................. So is that like Stick and Hoop?
Blitz: Stick and Hoop?! Real men play poker, bitch!
Striker: You saying I'm not a man, boss man? I'm much more masculine than you are in one ball!
Bendy: Oh, yeah? Prove it, little girl. Tell us a story of your feats. Best story gets the whole pot.
Striker: Deal.......
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The scene cuts to a desert in the Wrath Ring, taking the aesthetic of an old Western movie, showing Striker walking into a saloon.
Striker: *narrates* This 1 time back a couple hundred years ago, I stopped at a saloon to wet my whistle after taking out a client for an old crime lord, with myself working as a desparado for hire.
Striker is at the bar, ordering a drink from the bartender. Drinking the liquor given to him, Striker's eyes wandered to see the occupants of the bar staring at him as he spotted a wanted poster of his face.
Striker: Turns out when you're a wily gun-for–hire, you tend to get some cash on your head that demons a plenty would want to get their hands on.
Every demon then pulled out their gun, pointing them at the Rattler Imp, who just smirked as he drank haf of his liquid as he pulled out a pair of angelic pistols and began firing.
Striker: Over 250 demons in that saloon wanted me dead for the bunty, but I stuck to my guns and stood my ground. The bullets whirred through the air like stars and the sounds my shots made as they landed their hits were as satisfying as having sex after going clean for bout a decade.
With all of the demons dead, Striker easily picked up a severred head and poured t's leaking blood into his glass, finishing the drink and leaving a few silver chips on the countertop before he walked out, the story derailing back to the current day.
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Striker: And that booze was still the most thirst-quenching beverage I've ever had.
The ither males nodded, feeling satisfied with the tale.
Vortex: Not bad. Now, how about this?
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Helluva Boss: Ink Edition
FanfictionDuring the events of Hazbin Hotel: Ink Edition, our animated Overlord has fallen into a bit of monetary trouble when his studio becomes a wreck and the Hotel has a slow revenue stream. So, Bendy decides to take a job with the Immediate Murder Profes...
