After 18 years of nothing but pain and suffering
Y/n Beckett is on his own, seeking adventure, a fresh start, and a new life. So when he stumbles across the I.M.P on their way back to Hell he follows and finds himself a whole new UNDERworld of poss...
Quite some time has passed as Striker has tied Stolas upside down on some railroad tracks. Stolas opens his eyes and spots Striker nearby using a whetstone to sharpen a Blessed Knife.
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Y/N [Muffled]: Oh good Stolas you're awake.
Stolas: So, my wife paid you for this, hmm? Wouldn't a holy bullet have sufficed? Or could you not afford those?
Y/N [Muffled]: Don't give him ideas! Hey, wait a minute...
As Stolas and Striker talk Y/n begins to focus.
Striker: I was paid to give you two the real royal treatment; your wife must REALLY hate you both.
Stolas: You have no idea. So. Train tracks? Really? Seems a bit clichéd, doesn't it?
Striker: It's a classic.
Y/N [Unmuffled]: Oh, that's right Stolas, you were busy with the Harvest Moon Festival, so you weren't around when I called him a walking stereotype that would betray us.
Both Stolas and Striker look over in awe to see Y/n standing up next to Stolas unbound. Striker quickly pulls out one of his blessed revolvers and shoots Y/n but the bullet goes right through him. Striker then notices Y/n's body on the floor still bound up.
Striker: I was told that plate would prevent ya from using your fancy little parlor tricks! Wait a second...I bet this all you can do ain't it?
Y/N: Unfortunately for me and Stolas yes this is all I can do, but hey at least I can irritate the shit out of you properly now! By the way, is the giant, ugly-ass statue of yourself also a "classic" or...?
Stolas begins to laugh as Striker gets pissed and throws the whetstone.
Striker: Oh, you think this is funny you pompous asshole? You seriously judging me right now?
Stolas: I'm just impressed you seem to want to suck your own dick this badly.
Y/N: Not that there would be much there to begin with I'd imagine with how much you're compensating.
Striker: Not every ring is some fancy-ass city, with some fancy-ass mansion, that only fancy-ass royals or freeloaders get to live in. Some of us have hard lives to live. And some of us have everything we care about taken away by fuckers like you.
Stolas: I have no-AAAGH!
Striker stabs Stolas in the shoulder with the knife and then cuts him down.
Y/N: STOLAS NO!
Striker: YOU. Don't get to talk over me! *slaps Stolas with his tail* I don't have to listen to your bullshit, or yours for that matter morty! *jams his foot into Stolas's wound* All you royals ever do is try to talk over us!
Stolas tries to petrify Striker, but the Blessed Rope prevents any of his powers from working. Y/n tries attacking Striker as well but the illusion is just that, an illusion, it's intangible.
Striker: Don't bother trying to use your little tricks on me; that rope and plate ain't gonna let you do anything. Got somethn' to say about that? YOUR HIGHNESS?
Striker steps on Stolas's open shoulder wound again but this time Y/n does something about it, he manages to get his real body up and tackle Striker and headbutts him repeatedly. Striker has finally had enough and knocks Y/n to the ground and slashes Y/n's Achilles tendons with his Blessed knife causing the real Y/n to scream in muffled pain and the illusion to scream as well. Striker drags Y/n's real body over next to Stolas.
Stolas: You know, you seem to be forgetting; you are working for a royal right now!
Stolas kicks Striker in the face causing him to stumble back, in response he grabs Stolas's leg and swiftly breaks it.
Stolas [Grunting in pain but not showing any]: Blitzo handles me rougher than that in bed; nice try.
Put off by his sexual comeback Striker stabs Stolas in the leg.
Stolas: Blitzy's knife is bigger...and hits soooooo much deeper.
Striker [Getting fed up]: Being a smartass hmm? 'Cause, once I split your neck open and let you choke on your own blue blood, you won't be worth any more than the tombstone you'll be buried under.
Stolas: Blitzy says far more dirtier things to me with much sharper objects at my throat.
Angered with Stolas' refusal to give in, Striker throws him to the ground and storms away to sulk. Stolas rolls over and sheds a few tears while hoping Blitzo saves him and y/n. Seeing his friend in pain Y/n's illusion walks over to him to comfort him.
Y/N [Whisper]: Don't worry Stolas, we'll be okay. If Blitzo isn't coming then Millie and Moxxie are and they've got one helluva bone to pick with our one-eyed dickhead. And don't worry about Octavia, I told Millie if I ever go missing to send my friends from Hazbin Hotel to pick her up and take her back to the Hotel. They've got plenty of people there who could protect her. Better yet, the fiercest Salvadoran, and the princess of Hell, who also happens to be my girlfriend, is more than likely on her way here now. We're both gonna make it out of this together, I'm here with you Stolas.
Stolas [Fighting back tears]: T-Thank you my dearest friend.
Speaking of Millie, Moxxie, and the fiercest Salvadoran in hell let's check in with them. Currently, M&M are driving the I.M.P Van to Wrath and pulling up to a gas station when Moxxie's phone goes off.
Moxxie: That's strange, I wonder who that could be. *Answers the phone* Hello, this is Moxxie Knolastname, how can I help you?
Vaggie [Shouting]: ¡Escúchame, hijo de puta! ¡Dime a dónde vas ahora mismo o te encontraré y te mataré de la manera más dolorosa posible! (You listen to me you motherfucker! Tell me where you're going right now or I will find and kill you in the most painful way possible!)
Moxxie: Uhh, I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong number...
Vaggie [Furious]: WHERE IS Y/N!!
Millie: Oh! That just be Vagatha from the Hotel! *to Vaggie* We're pulling up to a gas station in Wrath to look for em!
Right on cue as the van pulls up to the pump a portal appears next to it as Vaggie steps through, brandishing her Blessing-Tipped harpoon. M&M exits the van to greet her.
Moxxie: Greetings Vagatha! I'm Moxxie and this is my wife, Millie, we weren't properly introduced last time.
Vaggie [Annoyed]: Oh, por el amor de Dios, no tenemos tiempo para esto. (Oh for the love of god, we don't have time for this.) Yeah hi, can we hurry this up? People we care about are in real danger.
Moxxie and Vaggie proceed to fill up the van with gas while killing a group of rude bikers while Millie talks to Striker's mini entourage.
Millie: Howdy, boys! Y'all seen this motherfucker riding around here?
Quartet Member 2: Yeah, he lives out by the Badman Lands, in the old train tunnel by the mine. Very outlaw aesthetic, ya can't miss it.
Meanwhile, Moxxie and Vaggie fight the bikers, Moxxie uses the gas nozzle and wraps the hose around the biker's throat, then pulls the biker, down, puts the nozzle in the tank and leans against the van while Vaggie punches the biker in the face repeatedly.
Millie: Thank you, kindly. Come on, Mox! Vaggie! We got a lead!
The three climb into the van.
Vaggie [Disgusted]: Ugh! ¡Qué carajo! (What the fuck!) It's filthy in here, has this thing EVER been cleaned out before?!
As Moxxie speeds forward the van takes off the head of the biker who was tied up earlier and blowing up the gas station.
END OF WESTERN ENERGY PART 2, TO BE CONTINUED IN: WESTERN ENERGY PART 3
