Moxxie and Millie's daughter

Pilot

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[The scene opens with a shot of Imp City that slowly zooms in on the I.M.P building. The sound of the busy streets can be heard in the background. The scene transitions to a closed door labeled "IMP Headquarters", with a crude sign made from a sheet of notebook paper that reads, "Meeting in progress" with a smiley face drawn next to it. The light flickers as the camera zooms in on the door. Inside, Blitzo is walking in front a whiteboard on the wall as he lectures his employees.]

Blitz: Alright. Now, I know business has been... a bit slow lately, yes. It's nobody's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here...moxxie

[moxxie gave his boss a 'what the hell' look]

Blitz: Now, does anyone have any bright ideas on how we can get business drummin' up again?

Millie *raises her hand*: what about a car wash

Blitz: This is hell Millie. Nobody cares about cars being clean here. Oh, what about a billboard?

Moxxie *rolls his eyes*: we can't afford a billboard sir.

Blitz *wraps his arm over Moxxie's shoulder*: Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you're in the room right now. *pushes Moxxie away* Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?

[Blitzo turns on a TV that shows Blitzo whack a man in the face with a mallet, Moxxie is blown away firing a shotgun through the mouth of a man tied to a chair, Loona swings a man back and forth in her mouth, and Millie decapitates someone with a harpoon and laughs, and y/n is seen shooting back to back with Adam. Then, it zooms out to everyone watching the TV, with Loona, Millie, and Blitzo eating popcorn as y/n grabs some.]

Blitz: Ahh, those were the good times.

Moxxie: I don't need any reminding, sir. Considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week. One that you then additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel... nobody watches.

Blitz: Uh, hey. Excuse me? What's "obnoxious" about a super-fun jingle, alright? It's a fun distraction when an advertisement's spittin' bullshit

Millie: People love musicals sir

Blitz: Exactly, Millie! And we're basically doin' a musical. *does jazz hands* Are you gonna crush my musical theatre dreams like my dad did?

Moxxie: Sir—

Blitz: cause right now all I see is my dad's asshole talking to me! Crushing my dreams of being who I really am inside.

Millie: Are you tryin' to crush his dreams moxxie?

Moxxie: what—

Millie: *leans closer to him with her tongue out* I thought I knew you~

Blitz: I can't believe you moxxie, after I made you employee of the month *He tearfully holds up an employee of the month plaque with an unflattering picture of moxxie on it*

Moxxie: Okay, sir! I'm sorry; a commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theatre. Nobody actually likes the jingles!

Millie: I liked it, n/n made it

Moxxie: Do not *points at Millie* Do not agree with him in front of me, and don't bring our kid into this sir

Blitz: Hey if it weren't for that your daughter wouldn't be as happy as she is now

[they turn around to see a fourteen year old imp who was preoccupied with holding her bestfriend's hand under the table and talking to him in his lap, sitting in the chair next to loona, their tails twirling together.]