Shroom with Broom (Helluva Boss Loona x Male Reader)

Chapter 1: New Surroundings

A/n: Just so we're all on the same page, this is basically prologue two and so is the next chapter. The IMP peeps won't be in most of this chapter or the next. This was suppose to be one chapter but it got REALLY fucking long, so I split it into two parts. I know that it's annoying having a fanfic this far in without bringing to the main cast but hey sue me. Chapter 2 will be your introductions to them I promise.

Got it? Great. Let's get to it then.

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Setting:???

Time:???
State:Unconscious

POV:Y/n, 5 hours after death.

Y/n:......'Man'.....'My head really hurts'......'Where the fuck am I?'.......'Who the fuck am I'.......'why is it so dark?'.............'My eyes are closed, fucking idiot'

I slowly opened my eyes trying to get an understanding of my surroundings, wherever I was it was dark. My eyes were already adjusted and I still couldn't see anything past 6 feet. I was leaning up against what I can only assume is a dumpster given the horrible smell it's giving off. My limbs lay lifeless against the hard floor. It's gotta be concrete, I don't even try to move as I just lay there. I feel so groggy, so lifeless, I shut my eyes close, Just wanting to rest and go back to sleep. Before I could, a light drizzle start to hit my right hand.

Y/n:'oh good, now it's raining'.....'wait a sec, why can't I feel it on the rest of my body?'

Just then the light drizzle turned into a full stream hitting my open palm. I bring my hand in from the shower and bring it to my face to wash away the sleep, but before my hand reaches my face, I smell it.

'This isn't rain. THIS IS URINE!'

My eyes shoot open and I hustle to my feet thrusting my hand away from my body and violently shaking it

Y/n: "FUCKING GROSS! WHO'S THE DEAD MAN PISSING ON ME!?"

I look over to my right and see him or more appropriately it, It doesn't look human. More like an anthropomorphic lump of untidy and oily fur with no visible facial features. Wearing only a trench coat and a tattered fedora. The "creature" is clinging to a bottle of alcohol with its left hand as its right presses against the brick wall for stability as it indecently urinates where I had been sitting. It lazy turns and cocks its head to look at me.

Creature: "Woah" It speaks in the most monotone and slurred voice possible. "You ain't a, ain't a corpse? Sorry bout that man I *hiccup* ju-just really had to go ya know?" The thing chuckles lightly as it finishes and pulls its coat over tying the crusty strap into some messy knot.

Y/n: "FUCKING RIGHT I'M NOT SOME DEAD CORPSE! AND WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU PISS ON ONE INSTEAD OF CALLING THE FUCKING COPS!?"

Just then a massive pain enveloped my entire head. It was like a sledgehammer was driving a rail spike into every inch of my skull.

Creature: "Woah man. N-no need to yell,,, you're gonna give me a migraine."

I hunched over from the pain and grabbed my forehead with my left hand, falling to my knees. The creature giggles as it brings the bottle to what I can only assume are its lips. It practically breathes in the clear liquid as it loudly gulps it down, some spilling over the fur below its mouth.

Creature: "Or yourself" The thing sways as it catches its balance it starts chuckling "Wh-what cops am I supposed to call? You mu-must be new here son. Cause *swallows puke threatening to breach his lips* ugh, there ain't no cops in Hell"