Fried chicken (hotline miami X helltaker)

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Pandemonica: so, what did you do for a job back in the mortal world?

Jacket and pandemonica were making their way through a dimly lit cavern, small demonic-looking torches bolted to the craggy cave walls. Jacket had refused to remove his mask or talk normally, which was fine with her. It gave her a break from the constant influx of information she was privy to every day of her life.

Jacket: [It is an honour to serve ]

Pandemonica: military huh? I should have guessed seeing what happened outside the customer call room.

Suddenly a thought came to her mind.

Pandemonica: I remember we recieved a massive influx of souls from hawaii several years ago. I'm sure you sent your fair share down here?

Jacket nodded, the rubber mask crinkling slightly at the neck as he did.

Pandemonica: but I was under the impression that the russo-american coalition put a halt to that war?

Jacket stayed silent, recalling the mass killing spree he went on two years ago, and what it did to America.

Jacket: [The power of nuclear energy: research has shown that splitting the atom gifts incredible levels of energy.]

Pandemonica's tired eyes widened slightly.

Pandemonica: nuclear....I was unaware America had undergone nuclear fallout. That would explain why you're down here. Yikes! That means I have a lot of work to do! We'd best hurry to the castle.

Picking up the pace, jacket was left to speed up after the suit clad woman. Speaking of, he still hadn't asked what she was. He assumed she was some sort of demon, judging by the fact she wasn't being tortured for all eternity, but corporate upkeep was hardly any better then burning one's soul.

Jacket: [we can be anything we want! What are you today?]

Confused, Monica turned to look at him before he pointed to the top of her head. Realising what he meant, pandemonica lightly tapped her horns.

Pandemonica: yes, if you're wondering I am a demon. When working I am referred to as 'the tired demon'. However, when I ingest caffeine my title changes to reflect my personality; a sociopathic sadist. Its best not to be around me when I have my coffee, lest your fingers be broken off.

Jacket stared at her, the soulless eyes of his rooster mask boring holes into her own. She couldn't tell what was going on behind the layer of rubber, but she felt as if the masks eyes conveyed a pairing with his own personality; cold and unfeeling. She smirked. Maybe they could get along.

Up ahead a loud moaning could be heard. Her mood returning to a tired grimace, pandemonica lazily waved her hand to follow her. Rounding the corner, both their eyes fell upon a gathering of tall demons wearing black pinstripe suits. Their skin was stripped down to the bone, although even patches of what looked to be muscle tendons stretched about their faces. Their eyes were milky white, but that didn't seem to hinder them. They wore matching fedora's and had either a knife or a long, thin katana. He had seen one of those weapons in those blockbuster kurosawa films that recently came out. Apparently the nobles of fuedal japan used them for defence a couple hundred years ago. As far as he knew they were mainly used for decoration nowadays, but these fellows looked savvy enough in wielding them.

One of the demons had it's bony hands wrapped around a girl that looked vaguely similar to monica; white hair, pale skin, business suit. The only differences between them were their eyes, hairstyle and the size of the new girls breasts. No wonder the mobster was fondling them. Although the girl seemed to be enjoying the debacle, her cheeks were rosy, hands out of the way above her neck and hard panting moans escaping her lips alongside visible puffs of steam.