(Male!Oc!Reader x Helluva Boss characters)
(+18 for graphic depictions of violence and gore, also the random sex scene, because it's me)
A house fire, a young boy, and the introduction of pain.
Falling, down, fire fills his eyes, smoke fills his lun...
A gunshot rang through the air, before a distant thump signified it hitting its target. After the impact, an odd twanging noise made itself known before quickly dissipating.
"Damn. Good shot..." Moxxie muttered, scratching his chin. "Most folks wouldn't be able to get off a shot with a revolver at this distance..."
(Y/N) pulled back the hammer on his magnum, the tip of which was smoking. "Eh, y'know, I've had a bit of practice."
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Blessing Tipped Six-Shot Magnum A powerful hand cannon of mysterious origin. Carved with the blessings of old angels, and forged with heavenly steel. A holy weapon like this has the advantage of being able to kill any demon, even Overlords. Actual Demonic royalty is most likely excluded, however.
Moxxie chuckled, shaking his head. "A bit is an understatement. That's the kind of pinpoint accuracy I'd expect from a hardened professional.... You've been doing this for a long time." He gave (Y/N) a mildly suspicious look.
(Y/N) shrugged, before storing his gun in his jacket. "Maybe. Maybe not."
"Heh, there's no maybe about it... Anyways, you're a good shot, so we'll bring you back to Blitzo." Moxxie waved for (Y/N) to follow him as he made his way to the exit.
(Y/N) stuck behind for a second as he watched Moxxie walk. He was analyzing the way he was moving. His hips sway while he walks.Interesting. Don't think I've seen an imp do that before. Probably a faggot. He chuckled mischievously to himself as this thought came to mind. Definitely could use that to my advantage if it comes to that... If it comes to that.... His smile left his face as he thought about something else.
He shook his head, before following Moxxie.
***
The boys left the shooting range, into the mini warehouse that was Sam's Workshop, the very basement of this massive, and weirdly empty, office building.
Sam himself was jamming out to some random 80s rock song, and was also fucking around with a giant shotgun at a large workbench. When he noticed Moxxie and (Y/N), he leaned over to his speaker, and paused his music. "So, how's the rookie..?" Sam smirked while he asked this, looking at his shotgun again.
"Pretty good, actually. I'm taking him back up to Blitzo to see what he wants (Y/N) to do next." Moxxie set his hands on Sam's bench, and looked at the massive weapon he was carrying. "What kind of shotgun is that?" He had a look of awe on his face as he stared at the gargantuan weapon.
"This? It's a big shotgun." Sam answered simply, before unpausing his music, which seemed much louder than before.
Moxxie grimaced, before looking back at (Y/N), who had a mostly uninterested expression on his face. Moxxie didn't even try to say anything over the deafening guitar solo of Freebird as he waved for (Y/N) to follow him again.
