One Helluva Swap

Spring Broken

It's another day for I.M.P

Blitzo was driving the company's van along the street. After picking up Millie and Moxxie, he heads on over to their work place. Loona sat by the passenger seat as she was enjoying the music that was on the radio.

"Oh man, I love this song!" Loona said as she started singing along.

"You were the SPICY little demon with the bleach blonde hair!

"Fiendin' for some semen when I caught your stare!"

Blitzo glanced at his daughter with a mildly annoyed expression as he kept focusing on the wheel.

Millie, that was seated by the back of the van with her husband, was also annoyed of the music and Loona's singing as she had to cover her non-existent ears. Meanwhile, Moxxie rolled the window down and leaned out with a smile, despite Blitzo's reckless driving of him having to swerve around the road a lot.

They drove to an old parking lot that didn't have a guard for it, hence how it is filled to the brim with various cars. Blitzo swerve into the parking lot and headed for their designated spot. Suddenly, a black car pulls up to the parking spot they were heading.

"OH SHIT!" Blitzo exclaimed as he slam in the brakes whilst spinning the wheel until the van skids to a stop. The abrupt stop caused Blitzo to get launched to the steering wheel and hitting his chest.

"Dad! Are you alright? What happened?!" Loona ask in worry.

"I'm fine, Loona. I'm fine." Blitzo said before getting back on to the seat and turning off the radio, "Some bastard just stole our parking spot."

"What?!" Loona exclaimed before leaning out of the car window to see a black car occupying their parking spot. She glances at the license plate, which reads out 'SUCKS-4-LIFE'. "Oh, you "suck for life", do ya?!"

"Loona, what are you doing?" Blitzo asked, but she didn't answer as she took out a megaphone by the glove box before leaning out of the window.

"Listen up, you unoriginal black trash bag!" Loona called out to the vehicle. "You have three goddamn seconds to get your sorry ass out of our parking spot!- Oh, shit...Vortex?!"

The driver that Loona was calling out to got out of his vehicle, which revealed to be Vortex, a big and muscular lupine hellhound like Loona while having darker gray fur and a scar on his left eye.

He wears a ripped leather jacket with the sleeves torn off with glowing red spikes on it, along with a black undershirt and ripped grey pants, and spiked armbands for each of his arms. Vortex also has a tattoo on his left arm that is a crescent moon with a heart on it, but it is scribbled with white markings.

Vortex notices her by the van and smirks, "Well, look who it is. Luna."

"I should have known you'd be here." Loona said with a frown. "I could smell fish for miles, which is odd, because I believe the nearest ocean is THREE RINGS DOWN!"

"And I should have known you'd be here when I heard the Amber Alerts." Vortex replied.

"Well, I'm surprised that they let your fat ass out of rehab. I can see you clutching in to that Beelzejuice bottle like it's the last cock in hell for you, drunktard!"

"They let me out because I'm still famous. And rehab is for sad, loser wash-ups. Kind of like you." He said with a smirk.

Loona growled in anger as she stepped out of the car and stomp her way to Vortex, "Why are you parkin' here?! This is the ONLY parking spot our company has! So take your tampon race car somewhere else!"