Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)

Mission: Antarctica

The short opens with a shot of a desk in the I.M.P Headquarters. A contract for an unknown target described as a man-eating beast is thrown onto the desk. The scene then changes to a portal opening up in Antarctica, with Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, Y/N, and four Cenobites—Ace of Spades, The Seamstress, Brute, and The Cartoonist—falling out.

Blitzo: Ah, that was a big jump.

Y/N: Too cold! Too cold! Too cold!

Ace of Spades: Please. You're wearing a jacket, sweatshirt, three shirts, two pairs of pants, two pairs of underwear, and three socks. You should be fine

Millie: *whimpers*

Blitzo: Christ on a stick, I'm freezing my little red cock off! Where is that thing supposed to be?

Millie: The client said it was near the research station.

Moxxie: Th-th-th-that research station?

They all look toward the McMurdo Station, its door repeatedly opening and closing as the wind whips around. Blitzo exhales, shivering.

The Cartoonist: Sheesh.

Moxxie: Oh crumbs, that can't be good.

Blitzo: Oh sh- yikes, yi-

They cautiously make their way toward the station, only to find it full of dead bodies, gruesomely torn apart. Blood splatters the walls, and the scene is eerily quiet except for the creaking of the doors and the howling wind outside.

Moxxie: What happened here?

Millie: These guys were torn to shreds. I've seen Wrath b-b-b-beasts less brutal than this.

Moxxie: What and/or who could've done this?

Y/N, staying close to the group, looks around nervously, his hands shaking slightly as he adjusts his gloves. The Cenobites stand behind him, their presence adding a layer of dread to the already tense situation.

Ace of Spades: Whoever—or whatever—did this, it wasn't just for survival. This was... enjoyed.

The Seamstress: (coldly) Threads of life unraveled, a tapestry of agony. They didn't die quickly.

Brute: (growling).

The Cartoonist: (grinning) Oh, I'd say this is the work of a real monster. Not one of ours, though.

Y/N shudders, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N: W-we need to be careful... We don't know what we're dealing with...

Blitzo: (trying to lighten the mood, though clearly on edge) Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

A low, guttural roar echoes outside the station, sending a shiver through the group. Blitzo turns, his eyes widening as the silhouette of a massive creature appears in the blizzard outside.

Blitzo: Uh, that... probably. Okay, Moxxie, get up top. Millie, Y/N, what's your names, cover the entrances. I got it here.

Moxxie: Yes, sir.

He quickly gets into position

Moxxie scopes in with his rifle, squinting through the swirling snow. The shape becomes clearer: a giant leopard seal, its massive jaws gnashing as it charges toward the station.

Blitzo: Y-you got him, Mox?

Moxxie: (taking a deep breath) Yes, sir.

Blitzo: Sweet, let's turn him into some SWISS cheese!

Blitzo opens fire with his pistols, but the bullets barely slow the creature down. The seal snarls, its thick blubber absorbing most of the damage. Moxxie lines up his shot, but the first bullet goes wide. He grits his teeth, focuses, and fires again. This time, the bullet strikes true, blowing the monster's head clean off in a spray of crimson.