Helluva Boss X Bluey

Consequences

The atmosphere in the Heeler household was tense. The incident with the car, though seemingly forgotten by everyone else, weighed heavily on Blitzø's mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was only a matter of time before his mistake caught up with him.

One evening, after the kids were asleep, Chilli and Bandit called a meeting in the living room. Blitzø, Moxxie, and Millie sat on the couch, their expressions curious but cautious.

Chilli cleared her throat, her face a mixture of regret and determination. "Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie... we need to talk."

Bandit nodded, his demeanor unusually serious. "We've appreciated having you here. You've become part of our family in many ways. But... we can't ignore what happened."

Blitzø's heart sank. He glanced at Moxxie and Millie, who looked equally anxious. "What do you mean?"

Chilli sighed. "The hit-and-run. It's not something we can just overlook. We can't risk the safety of our family and our community."

"We know you didn't mean for it to happen," Bandit added quickly. "But it did. And now, the authorities are looking for you. We can't have that kind of trouble around Bluey and Bingo."

Millie's eyes filled with tears. "We understand. We never wanted to put you in this position."

Moxxie nodded, his expression grim. "We'll leave. We don't want to cause you any more trouble."

Blitzø felt a flow of regret. He had grown to care deeply for the Heelers and their home. But he knew they were right. "We'll go tonight," he said, his voice annoyed.

Chilli and Bandit looked relieved, though sadness lingered in their eyes. "We're really sorry it has to be this way," Chilli said softly. "We wish things could be different."

Blitzø stood up, forcing a smile. "It's okay. We understand. Thank you for everything."

The demons packed their few belongings, the silence in the house thick with unspoken words and emotions. Bluey and Bingo had already gone to bed, blissfully unaware of the turmoil unfolding downstairs.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Chilli and Bandit stood in the doorway, watching them go. "Take care of yourselves," Bandit called after them.

"We will," Millie replied, her voice trembling slightly.

The door closed, and the demons found themselves standing on the quiet street, the reality of their situation sinking in. They had no place to go, no resources, and no plan.

Blitzø looked at Moxxie and Millie, his resolve hardening. "We'll figure this out. We always do."

Moxxie nodded, though his eyes were filled with uncertainty. "What do we do now?"

Blitzø took a deep breath, trying to project confidence he didn't entirely feel. "First, we need to find a place to sleep. Then we'll come up with a plan to get back to Hell."

They began walking, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. The streets were empty, the houses dark, a stark contrast to the warmth and safety they had just left behind.

They found an abandoned building a few blocks away and decided to take shelter there for the night. It was cold and uncomfortable, but it was a roof over their heads.

As the M&Ms cuddled together, Blitzø couldn't help but think of Bluey and Bingo, their innocent faces smiling up at him. He felt a wave of regret and annoyance, but he pushed it aside. They had to survive, and he couldn't afford to dwell on what they had lost.

"We'll get through this," he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else. "We always do."

Millie and Moxxie nodded, drawing strength from his words. They had been through tough times before, and they would get through this too. Together, they would find a way back to Hell, back to where they belonged.

For now, though, they had to navigate this world on their own, facing whatever challenges came their way. The road ahead was uncertain, but Blitzø was determined. They had each other, and that was enough.