The scene opens with a shot of Imp City that slowly zooms in on the I.M.P building. The sound of the busy streets can be heard in the background. The scene transitions to a closed door labeled "IMP Headquarters", with a crude sign made from a sheet of notebook paper that reads, "Meeting in progress" with a smiley face drawn next to it. The light flickers as the camera zooms in on the door. Inside, Blitzo is walking in front of a whiteboard on the wall as he lectures his employees.
BLITZO: Alright. Now, I know business has been... a bit slow lately, yes. It's no one's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here...
Blitzo looks at Moxxie.
BLITZO: Moxxie.
Moxxie gives him an incredulous look in response.
BLITZO: Now, does anyone have... any bright ideas on how we can get business drummin' up again?
Millie's eyes sparkled.
MILLIE: What about a car wash?
BLITZO: This is Hell, Millie. No one cares about cars being clean here, okay?
Y/N: They mostly care about stealing car parts.
BLITZO: Exactly.
Millie lowers her head in sadness. Y/N noticed.
Y/N: But it was a good idea at least.
Millie looked at Y/N and formed a small smile.
Blitzo thinks for a second.
BLITZO: Wh- Ooh! What about a billboard?
Blitzo waves his hands with an enthusiastic flair as sparkles fly out.
Moxxie rolls his eyes.
MOXXIE: We can't afford a billboard, sir.
Blitzo wraps his arm over Moxxie's shoulder.
BLITZO: Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you're in the room right now.
Blitzo pushes Moxxie away.
BLITZO: Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?
Blitzo turns on a TV that shows the I.M.P. crew brutally murdering people from the overworld as they are paid to do. Blitzo whacks a man in the face with a mallet, Moxxie is blown away firing a shotgun through the mouth of a man tied to a chair, Loona swings a man back and forth in her mouth, and Millie decapitates someone with a harpoon and laughs.
Then, it zooms out to everyone watching the TV, with Loona, Millie, and Blitzo eating popcorn.
BLITZO: Ahh, those were the good times.
Y/N: When did that happen?
BLITZO: Around the time you're screwing with Hell's royalty.
Loona glares at Blitzo.
Y/N: (Sighs) How many times do I have to tell you? I'm there helping the hotel's reputation.
BLITZO: Whatever makes you feel less sus.
MOXXIE: I don't need any reminding, sir. Considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week. One that you then additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel... nobody watches.
BLITZO: Uh, hey. Excuse me? What's "obnoxious" about a super-fun jingle, alright? It's a fun distraction when an advertisement's spittin' bullshit!
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One Hell of A Home (Male Hellhound Reader x Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss) Season 1
FanfictionIn search of a new place to stay and a new job after moving on, a hell-born will not only fight for himself but his home and the people he cares about. Sets in the pilots and first seasons of Hazbin Boss and Helluva Boss.