Hells Chef (fem!Hazbin hotel & Helluva boss x Male reader)

Chapter 39

Hey there, it's me again. You know as I see clips from the Hazbin Hotel show I go 'damn, there is a lot of singing.' Not saying anything wrong with it, really they all have great singing voices. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. 

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*Third Pov*

I.M.P. Headquarters

In a small room, there sat two Imps. Or so a purple-skinned lady that kinda looked like an imp. Look it's obvious she looks like an Imp but at the same time, you can tell she's not an Imp. Anyway, there was business being conducted. What kind of business? Well, I'm sure many of you know that the only business that was held there was the kind that led to another being killed. But like always, there was a story behind every killing, sometimes. Sometimes people are just insane.

The killing story would be of Mrs. Mayberry, an elementary school teacher. Someone who no one would ever suspect would take another's life. I mean, just think! The children she taught were always joyous and ready to learn. Her husband was hard-working, and always ready to help with the kids at the school. She loved her kids, she loved her husband, and most of all she loved her life. Everything was perfect, so very very perfect. So then why the hell did he cheat on her!? WHY!? It makes no fucking sense why he would cheat on her with some random blonde bimbo! What did she have that she didn't!? A tighter pussy!? NO! That whore gave birth! She's probably as loose as a screwdriver in a freshly painted wall!

"Was she hotter?" - Blitz

Of course, she wa-... Mayberry stopped mid-thought. That foolish question wasn't from her, it was the Imp that she was going to hire or beat the snot out of if she kept running her mouth. "I'm gonna be honest, I had a hard time understanding the unprompted melodrama you just spat at me tits~," Blitzo said with a derisive smile. The thought of beating her was getting more and more compelling, an area of red enveloped Mayberry, and her hair began to rise. Blitz, noticing the client's attitude change, changed the subject back to the case. "Anyway," she stood up and made her way around her desk, "you must be a little confused about how we do things down here. We take revenge on the living, sometimes other demons if paid right, and it sounds like the core cast of your sitcom of a death frankly are all down here with you. Bop~." Blitz said. Bopping Mayberrys' nonexistent nose... wait a minute how are her glasses staying up if she doesn't have a nose?

"Not all of them, that whore survived." Mayberry menacingly said. That's right, she did survive, how? Not a fucking clue. Most people would die from a gunshot wound to the head, but her? No no no, she was a survivor. NO! A hero. A hero who survived the homicidal woman who was insane! She deserved praise from everyone, she deserved money, she deserved fame, she deserved to keep being the dirty slut of a woman she was because why the fuck not right? Because she was a hero! Well, guess what? She wasn't a hero! She was a vile woman who ruined her perfect life! That ruined everything that she had worked for! She was just some dumb bitch who deserved to have her head cut off and put up on a stick so everyone can know that, "SHE IS NOT A HERO!" She voiced at a high frequency as she slammed her fist against the table, shattering the exterior. Biltzo was many things and about a coward? Was indeed one of them. "Yeah okay yeah my thoughts exactly," Blitz said, not so secretly mashing a distress button under her desk. Hopefully, someone would come help her.