One shots of our favorite Helluva Boss Characters!!
100% totally not satire
(Stolas art: MadelezabethArts on Devianart; Blitz art found on https://inkly-heart.tumblr.com/)
When i was getting off my shift of what i do daily, i begin to get a call on my way home. It was cold, but i somehow managed to survive.
I check my phone
(mencaing music plas)
It was Stolas?
I get that he calls me all th etime,
But this time it felt...
Weird.
I answer the call, hesitating, my fingers shimmering the timbers as i click the green answer button on the phone.
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STOLAS POV:
Ong he answered!!
"Blitz... how r u... doing?"
Damn it it was a stpoid queston, i sould've said something cooler. I lkie him so much it hurts to see him not lkie me back... ugh I have enouf of this... i'm goign to ask him how he feels aout me...
"Hey, I'm fine bird booty how is u? Why u call so late? You tryna get me run over here/"
"Oh please Blitz, I want you over right now and so much... please come–" WIAT!! I was sopposed to ask how he feels bout me... "Aktually Blitz, i wanna ask u something..."
"Yes furry munchkin pup? What did you wanna ask me?" he says, bloshing.
"Do u lobe me?"
BLITZ POV:
I stand their, in the freezing cold. Snow melting down on me. I shock.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-what?
"Listen stol i dont udnerstand what you saoid to me.''
Stole says "hahah it was a prenk," he siad in a 'i do't meen it' way.
He was saying that like he didnt meen anything he asaid.
"Oh.......... Ok," he hangs up on stole.
Blitz walks back hom, tears streaking down his fac, and dodnt know hwat to said. He sighs. "He doesnt love me deos he" he says, hi voice quivering in sadness.
Bltiz make it to hsi rom, saying hi to adopt daughter, then then he goes back to his room, grabbing the knife from underneeth the bed.
His iner deamon siad "chut chut chut" witch porbaby meent cut.
He grab hi meat from hes arm. And grab nife
And start to cut.
He lests tears molest him face, he crreamed at the top of his lungs. But nobody herd him.
He loks over at the pregenacey test witch said "post operation". He creamed some monroe. leting his tears molets him aaigan.
