AT THE ICE SMUGGLING WAREHOUSE...
A group of buyers were waiting at the front of a desk for the kingpin of the ice-smuggling company to take his seat. He was walking down the stairs slowly, with the help of his aid. When he sat down in his chair, the boss of the buyers sat down on the chair in front of him.
"So, you've got the stuff?" asked the buyer. "If you've got what you owe me and my associates in return." the kingpin briefly replied in a French-Canadian accent before pulling out a briefcase of the finest ice in the state of New York.
"I'm glad we could reach an agreement." the buyer snapped his fingers for one of his accountants to pull out the money. "And if you don't mind me saying; a fast one too. What's the cause?" the kingpin said with little interest.
"At the moment, our bosses are currently in the middle of a... passion project, you could say." the buyer replied. "And the materials in these little babies are some of the touches we need. We have permission from corporate, if you wish to know." the buyer grabbed out a piece of paper and handed it to one of the kingpin's men-in-black.
The kingpin put on his reading glasses and read the paper, which was a permit allowing the usage of these drugs as part of their 'passion project'.
"Very well. Then with that, we grant you our access in this bargain, and with the shake of our hands, business will pleasurably be done." the kingpin reached his hand out to the buyer.
"The pleasure is all ours." the buyer was about to shake his hand, until the kingpin saw a flicker of movement up in the wings of the building.
It was the I.M.P gang, who began burning the ropes off the basketball net with a lighter, before Millie chopped the nuts and bolts off it with her axe.
"Sorry if this one's a violent jolt, just MOVE!!" the kingpin grabbed the buyer's wrist along a few others, moving them while the rest were killed by the basketball net falling on them and crushing them.
"The fuck is going on here?!?" the accountant pulled out his gun, provoking the other thugs to grab theirs. He was about to shoot until he was shot in the head himself, but not by them.
"Who the hell opened fire?!" the kingpin exclaimed to his own men. "IDIOTS?!"
Just then, gunshots rained down from the ceiling and the gangs started running around the building trying to evade them.
"Oh, look at 'em run!!" Blitzø laughed as he kept on shooting from above.
He then saw some of them trying to make a run for it to the nearest emergency exit. "Oh no you don't. Loona!" he whistled.
Just as the gang was about to run out the door, Loona slammed it shut with an angry expression on her face. Her human-form face, which confused the heck out of Blitzø. "Loonie?!"
Loona then started beating the shit out of every escapee that tried to make a break for the door from the battle, where Moxxie and Millie jumped from the ceiling while Blitzø was still going gun-crazy and began having a little fun on the ground.
"Who wants a piece of Hell?!" Moxxie screamed as the thug members whipped out their katanas and charged towards them to begin the fight.
BACK AT THE IMP BUILDING...
Meanwhile, Balin was running from Verosika, who had found out he was human and was now chasing him down in a yandere way, as if she was a little girl chasing down a scared puppy or kitten.
"Come here sweetie!" Verosika exclaimed in a cooing voice, but Balin just screamed and kept on running. "I just wanna talk! And hug you forever and ever!"
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Helluva Boss: ''Helluva Human Kid''
FanfictionWhen the Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P) are called in to kill a target from Hell, Loona the hellhound finds a lost human boy snooping on them. Suddenly guilty of harming him, she brings him to their home in Hell to patch him up, and later on...