This is a three-part heartwarming comedy oneshot set in Hell, just after the 'Oops' episode ... featuring Blitzo and Striker!
Striker tries to steal Stolas's grimoire from Blitzo in revenge for his constant defeats one night ... but runs into a slight problem!
I do not own anything belonging to Helluva Boss; the credit for story and characters goes to Vivziepop! I hope that you guys like it! 👍
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In the sitting room, Blitzo's apartment, mid-evening ...
Loona lounges on the sofa with a bored expression, while scrolling through her phone.
There was only one light on, next to the sofa ... which was currently being hogged by the hellhound.
Business at I.M.P had finished early today, for once.
Seizing the opportunity, Moxxie and Millie had decided to go out to a restaurant for the evening.
On a 'dinner date' ... rather sappy, but it was THOSE two after all! At least, that was what Loona thought.
As for Blitzo, he'd gone to a nearby bar to 'get wasted' ... as the boss imp called it.
The hellhound rolled her eyes as she imagined the kinds of antics a drunk Blitzo normally got up to.
Loona wondered how long it would be before he got thrown out and banned from whatever bar it was this time.
Loona, meanwhile, had been told to 'hold the fort' in their apartment ... until her dad got back.
From past experience, the hellhound knew that that could be hours and hours away!
It had already been two hours, and Loona was beyond frustrated! She just wanted to go to sleep, and to double hell with the consequences!
It would serve Blitzo ri-wait a moment ...
Loona's ears suddenly pricked up as she heard someone open the apartment door, close it, and walk towards the sitting room.
"About time you showed up!" the hellhound growled, rolling her eyes.
Typical Blitzo.
Oddly though ... there was no response from the normally-boisterous boss imp?
Loona's brow furrowed at this, sensing something amiss as the sitting room door opened quietly.
An ominously familiar rattle had Loona instantly leaping from the sofa, fangs bared and claws raised!
She abruptly collapsed to the ground mid-lunge; unconscious, with a dart in her neck!
A dark chuckle rang through the room, as a shadowy figure currently standing in the doorway ... puts down a gun.
The figure then stows the gun in his jacket and walks into the sitting room. As he passes the sofa light, it reveals the figure to be STRIKER!
The cowboy now had various white burn scars on his face and hands ... but barely visible to the naked eye.
"Yessss ... about time I showed up again, isn't it?" Striker drawled dangerously.
He stopped by Loona, and loomed menacingly over the knocked-out hellhound, smirking.
It felt good for Striker to be on top of the situation for once! That hadn't really happened in a very long time!
Everything had been going wrong ... since he met the blasted group of killer newbies, who called themselves: I.M.P!
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Strikin' Chicken
FanfictionSmouldering over his humiliating defeat at the hands of Blitzo ... again, Striker plots revenge against his rival! The cowboy imp plans to break in and steal the grimoire that Stolas gave Blitzo for his business ... in order to ruin that. But Strike...
