The scene opens with a shot of the night sky on Earth, and a very prominent moon. Gunshots, and a man yelling, can be heard. There are several criminals on the street.
Overweight criminal: We're up to no good. Yeah. This is what we do.
Toothy criminal: We are no good for society.
Overweight criminal: We're shady. People don't like us. For a reason, though.
The overweight criminal flicks a cigarette, then gives a crackhead a bag of cocaine.
Toothy criminal: I'm stealing candy from babies.
Overweight criminal: Yeah.
The crackhead doesn't like what the overweight criminal gave him, and snaps his fingers to summon a bald criminal with a knife. The overweight criminal takes the knife with ease, and threatens the crackhead.
Overweight criminal: You think I'm scared of you? I hate Christmas, okay? Tells you everything you need to know.
Toothy criminal: I'm stealing babies.
As the criminals are having their way, we see the silhouettes of three imps and a familiar Ink Demon on top of a tall building.
Bendy: So, go over it again? You talk a tad too fast for me.
Blitz: All right, but this is the LAST fucking time! So, you know how things go, right? Humans like on Earth on Earth do some pretty fucked-up shit, and then they die and they end up in Hell. And sinners all have an idea of what imps are, right? We're little red guys with pitchforks, torturing their souls for all eternity. Well... *chuckles* that's fucking outdated. Pitchforks kinda became hard to afford in this economy, anyway.
The scene changes from graffiti on Earth to a whiteboard with Blitz's observations, and a graphical representation of what he's talking about, then later, back to Earth.
Blitz: See, as the lower class, most of us are baristas and boring shit, and since we're born here, we kind of get to serve whoever the fuck lands in our backyard. But some of us aim to be a little something more. A little something bigger, something cooler, something... Yeah, cooler. So instead of selling 'em coffee, we're gonna sell 'em... REVENGE!
Overweight criminal: What the fuck is this? Who are you?
Blitz: The name's Blitz, the "O" is silent, and I'll be your assassin today! *gunshot, followed by a grunt*
The scene then cuts to the meeting room at I.M.P Headquarters, where Moxxie and Millie are sitting next to each other and Bendy sat across Millie. The gunshot transitioned to Blitz throwing a plate of spaghetti bolognese at his two employees, covering the both of them in spaghetti sauce. Millie is smiling while Moxxie is disgusted.
Blitz: And just like that, we'll slip right back into Hell, get paid, and never face any consequences for our actions, ever. Got any questions?
Moxxie is about to speak when both Bendy and Millie raise their hands first.
Blitz: Alright, new hire. What's your question?
Bendy: What are the benefits of this job?
Blitz: Clear badassery and *cutesy* happy "fam-iwy" bullshit. Now quit getting into my ass and listen... *to Millie* Yes, Millie?
Millie: *shakes off the spaghetti sauce on her* Can I have a cool one-liner, too, like "It's Millie time!"? Or something?
Blitz: Oh, yeah, n-no. No, that's a me thing, all right? Perks of being boss, all right? *chuckles* What, you got something to add, Moxxie?
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Helluva Boss: Ink Edition
FanfictionDuring the events of Hazbin Hotel: Ink Edition, our animated Overlord has fallen into a bit of monetary trouble when his studio becomes a wreck and the Hotel has a slow revenue stream. So, Bendy decides to take a job with the Immediate Murder Profes...
