Helluva Confused Demon | Helluva Boss x Male Reader

Chapter VII - Pew Pew Bitch

HEAVY WARNING! Depictions of rape, gore, prostitution, and pedophilia. 

Read at your own discretion.

You internally cringe at the thick country accent coming from the announcer. You could barely understand what he was saying.

You give Loona a small nudge, "Do you know what he's saying?"

Loona looks up from her phone, her eyes darting between you and the speaker. "Nope." 

You chuckle as she returns to whatever the hell she'd doing, instead turning your attention to Millie. She's eagerly bouncing around where she stands.

"Mills, what the hell is he saying?" 

She laughs at your confusion, basically becoming your translator. You happily listen as she repeats what the announcer was saying, even repeating Stolas' words. You laugh as Blitzø's small 'Fuck me' makes it to your ears.

"Oh! It's time to go line up for the games! Goodluck hun!" She gives you a small hug along with a thumbs up as she ushers Moxxie to follow you. 

You return the country bumpkin's thumbs up, placing your hand on Moxxie's back as you lead him along. The imp gives you a nervous smile, loosening the collar of his shirt. 

"Moxxie, you're one of the coolest people I know. You'll do fine."

A loud gunshot sounds as you two rush forward with the crowd. You flash Moxxie an apologetic look as you rush ahead of him. You weren't gonna lose to that bitch Striker anytime soon. 

You silently thank your parents for putting you through summer camp hell. Even going as far as to sign you up for sports throughout your life. Most of the obstacles before you resembled those you'd be forced to go through in training camps.

You quickly leap towards the wooden wall, using a few others as steps to climb your way to the top. A low growl leaves your throat as you spot Striker ahead of you. Your anger festers as you rush towards him, still falling a bit behind him as you both cross the finish line. Fuck.

The next game seemed to be reminiscent of bull fighting? You really couldn't tell. Your opponent snickers at you, his large build towering over you. You glance towards Striker and Blitzø, seeing the cowboy holding your boss down with the ropes.

Your vision goes red as Striker sends you a wink. A demonic growl leaves you as you black out.

You feel your body move on its own, your movements calculated even if you weren't the one controlling them. What the hell was happening to you?

When your consciousness returns you're standing on top of your large opponent. His hands are tied behind his back, the rope intricately weaved around his limbs. He gasps for air as the rope around his neck tightens with your hold. 

Your eyes go wide at the sight as you release your hold on the ropes. What the fuck was that?

"HELL YEAH Y/N!" You hear Loona and Millie cheer for you on the sidelines. 

Your breathing quickens as you trip over air, falling flat on your ass. What the hell happened? It was like someone else was controlling your body. Would that happen again? Would you hurt your friends too? God you didn't want to hurt them.

Memories flash before you like a slideshow. Memories of your life. The familiar sight of your s/t hands wrapped around your older sister's neck. The sickening sound of your laughs as her consciousness fades away. The sound of your mother desperately calling the police as your father tries to rip you off of her.