Blitzø Oneshots// REQUESTS OPEN// helluva boss angst 🩵

The pain of one year 💙❤️

Notes:
One day everything was well. Blitz was finally getting better and business was booming. The next, everything good in his life had been removed from his friends memory, as well as Blitz himself.
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This is another really good suggestion by @GoJrider, thank you :) Also all the writing which Blitz wrote in his journal is misspelled but I couldn't be bothered to try and understand his way of speaking, thanks again and as always give requests!- Caly🩵
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Blitz' journal. DO NOT TOUCH!

Journal notes:
The day before the incident.

Life: great . The day was like any other. I got dressed for I.M.P, kissed Stolas goodbye, killed people, went back to my apartment, watched tv, then fell asleep.
If I was told that the incident was going to happen the next day, I would've killed myself the first chance I got.

The day of, the incident.

Life: ?. I heard a scream come from behind where I was sleeping. I rolled off the bed and pulled out my gun, ready to attack, I asked my daughter what was wrong.
She said 'who are you, get out of my house'
I was confused, not knowing how to react to the situation. So I did what I would do everyday...
Make breakfast, get ready, get to I.M.P.

Once I got to I.M.P there were my two employees, who looked at me confused.
"Are you here as a client, we don't usually do jobs for hell born?" My best friend Moxxie said.

I looked at him confused, I explained to him before saying I was their boss, wondering why I had to tell them.

My darling Loonie burst through the door, telling me to 'get out freaky weirdo' and to 'stop stalking' her.

I felt my heart crack slightly, why is everyone questioning me?
But before I could say anything I was kicked out, the door slamming harshly behind me.

I didn't know what to do so I just went home.

Week 1 of the incident.
Life: crippling apart

The first two days were possibly the worst I have ever had experienced in my life, if you can even call it that anymore. Worse than the days my dad would beat me, worse than the day the tent burned down, worse than the day my mother died. Because in those two single days, my heart was shattered to pieces and my soul was empty. That day, I died.

Loona called 666 on me, I was arrested for breaking and entering, and taken to prison. I sat in a sell for a day before they let me out. At this point my heart was already broken, I couldn't comprehend anything that was happening. I went back to my apartment to look at everything for a final time. Tears ran down my face as I looked at the picture frames which were once hung on the wall, but had been taken down and smashed, glass all over the ground. I packed a Box of things walking into Loonas room to see if I could see her one last time. But she wasn't there.
So I just walked out the front door.
That night I took the I.M.P Van and drove it to an empty car park. Where I slept that night

The next morning I woke up, tears streaming down my face. Everyone I had encountered the past two days had forgotten me. All accept one.
Stolas