Hell Triplet's (Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel)

Exes and Oohs

AN: The same verse as The Circus, equal premise but now introducing Hound ex Fiancée and a little bit more of backstory.

[The scene opens with an exterior shot of I.M.P. Headquarters. Cut to a scene inside the office with Moxxie holding a jug, and Loona texting on her phone and Hound playing with his console. Moxxie looks around.]

Moxxie: You know, I checked the scale today. (inhales) And it said I lost two pounds this week.

[Loona looks at Moxxie, then rolls her eyes back to her phone, Hound outright ignores him indicating what little interest they have in Moxxie's comment, much to his annoyance.]

Moxxie: I. Am not. FAT!

Hound: Pfft! Yeah right. 

Moxxie: Then what about you then?! Because to me you look like a typical skinny drug addict!

[Hound just smirks and lifts his shirts to reveal a tremendous ripped six pack. Moxxie looks at it dumbfounded, Loona blushes and immediately takes a picture. ]

Hound: You were saying wimp?

Moxxie: B-b-but how?

Hound: Easy, unlike you I can control myself whenever I'm around food.

[Hound stops lifting his shirt to continue playing his game and as Moxxie is about to say something he is interrupted by the front door kicked open by a furious Millie, as she stomps around the office mumbling angry. Passing Loona and Hound, she hits a button entitled "Nut button" that summons a cardboard cutout of a human saying "Hi I'm a Hooman!", then throws a knife and lunges at said cutout. Moxxie looks at her disturbed.]

Moxxie: Millie, honey. Everything okay?

[Millie hisses back at Moxxie, disturbing him even more, but she manages to calm down.]

Millie: Yeah. Just... bumped into an ex.

[Hound's ears perk up after hearing that.]

Moxxie: Oh! Oh...

Millie: He just kept going on about how he has money now, and "a bright future," and "a bigger cock."

Moxxie: Wait, what?

Millie: (yelling) Every time I see his stupid face, I can't help it, I just need to--

[Millie punches a filing cabinet in frustration and it's about to hit Hound but he just smacks it away causing a dent and all pictures get out. Blitzo enters the room shortly after.]

Blitzo: What the fuck is all this noise?! I got a client!

Moxxie: Sorry, sir. I'll get this all cleaned-- (holds a photo of two imps in horsesuits) what is this?

Blitzo: Uh... research! For science! Just put it back correctly, okay, I alphabetized them. (Walks back into his office) Okay, so let me get this straight: you don't want us going to Earth at all for this job?

[Cut to the inside of a mansion, with a businessman holding a lit cigar, and his chair facing a green fireplace.]

Client: Correct. That will not be necessary. I'd like to meet you and your whole crew at my estate.

Blitzo: Uh, you want us killing someone in hell, 'cause I gotta tell ya, that ain't exactly our business no more. I mean (Looking at Hound through the door window and grins) if there is a high chance of death I could probably send my Hellhound in law for that.