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

Chapter 43

Hey there buddy ol' pal, now you may be wondering why I disappeared—easy... fear. I almost failed one of my classes. God that was nerve-wracking. But hey, I passed. And after contemplating some very cool things, I am back. For how long? Um, let's leave that for another day. But really, I am sorry for disappearing again. Well, here's hoping you can still enjoy.

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*Third Person*

"Good golly." Another day, another dollar. It was a bright morning, or what looked like a morning, and Joe was having a hard one. He'd just gotten a new tracker, green, shiny, just what he and the wife had been saving on. The only problem, the people who were supposed to deliver it got killed during the extermination. So he was stuck pushing this lovely hunk of metal all by himself. Not a single hell-born in sight wanted to help this old Imp, except one!

A short Imp, about the height of Moxxie, wearing some joggers, a white t-shirt, and a black jacket. He was skinny, to say the least, and almost made the old man turn down his help. But seeing as no one else was going to help, well, he might as well take what he can get. He let out a deep sigh, one that the other Imp couldn't help but notice, and said in that strong southern accent, "Alright, you get the left side while I get the right." But before the old man could get into position, the tracker was hoisted into the air. The old timer looked at him in amazement, he had lifted that thing like it was a paperweight, and all with one hand! "Well, I'll be damned." He said. The Imp smiled at him and said, "Where do you need it?"

The old timer, still amazed, pointed in the direction that he was heading. The Imp took a moment to figure out how long it would take for him to arrive at his destination. He placed the tracker back down and said, "That seems like quite a far distance, here. Get on and hold on for your life, I'll get us there in about one minute tops." The old man of course doubted the Imp, they were about an hour away. But, curiosity got the better of him and he climbed on top of the machine and held on. Before he knew it, they were off. The wind was rushing, blowing back his slick hair. Then all of a sudden, they were standing in front of the pathway to the old man's house. Field and all. Amazement was lost and was replaced with astonishment, they mean the same thing but you get the point he was surprised. The Imp placed his tracker down and dusted his jacket off. "Welp, there you go. Have a good day." The Imp said. As he began making his way off the property, the old-timer realized that he, alongside Striker, would be perfect for the upcoming harvest! And he could be some good help around the farm.

"Now hold on a minute sir!" The old man shouted, jumping off the tracker and chasing the Imp down. "We've actually been needing some help around here since the last flame-twister, the last one took the best help we'd ever had, satan bless her soul. I'd say you along with Striker would make this year's Harvest Moon a real success. We may not have the money now but I swear to ya', you'll get paid handsomely." The old man said, giving a beautiful reason why this Imp should help. The Imp pondered for a moment, then pondered some more, then some more, some more, and finally came to the proper conclusion. "Well, I don't need money, sir. But, I'll work for you today. I kind of want some grapes if you have them. If you could, maybe send a crate filled my way once every... three months. Only after you sell what you need, of course." The Imp said. If this wasn't the luckiest day of Joe's life he wouldn't know what is, besides meeting his wife that is.

The old man held out his hand, which the Imp took with gusto. "You have yourself a deal! Names Joe." Joe said, giving the Imp a firm handshake. "Tommy." The Imp said, making sure to return Joe's strong handshake. There was a saying, 'You can tell a lot about a person from their handshake.' And from that handshake alone, Joe knew he had got himself a great farm hand this year. Joe patted him on the back, and the Imp barely moved from the hit. Truly, a great day. "Come on! You may be helped but I want you to meet the family at least." Joe enthusiastically said, Tommy couldn't help but laugh at the old man's enthusiasm and followed him inside.