INSPIRED BY THE 'LOONA THE CARETAKER' SERIES by METALBRONY823:
When 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...
"G'day mate... Been so fucking long..." the figure in Fizzarolli's head spoke grimly again, before speaking more jolly in his bogan Australian accent. "Since we treated the ponds of Hell to a Loo-Loo lovely time!"
...
With polka dots in the background of the scene, the figure was revealed to be;
"What-up, whores? It's me! MAMMON!"
Not only was Mammon a sin demon whose costume made him resemble a Christmas tree, but he was also the host of a popular line of clown pageants and toys ranging from Greed AND Lust. Some demons called him the reason they got into clowning, others called him a seventh deadly prick. Many were his workmates.
MAMMON:*cont'd* "Now I know it's been a minute since ya last heard from me; I MEAN IT! But I'm back and here to make my biggest announcement of the year, just in time for the holidays too. Fucking Sinsmas, BTW! And it is... belly roll..."
...
The belly roll isn't shown to year; the reader, on account of how disgusting it is. But what was shown was that Mammon was speaking on a TV plugged into the main circus tent of Loo-Loo Land, filled with hundreds of imps.
MAMMON: *cont'd* "I'll be holding a brand new line of Got Talent auditions right here in Greed, for mates in the whole wide pentagram to take part in! Sorta like those fucked-up ones on Earth, but with no relation... And who knows? You might be my next Fizzarolli! Remember him? Am I just saying his name because of the debt I've been in with our products and their fucking image since their so-called fucking daddy left me...?! Trust me; If yours left you, you'd ask the same thing. But hey! Still come to those Got Talent auditions! You could be my next, best, thing..."
The commercial ended grimly as Robo-Fizz lead the entire I.M.P crew and Balin into the tent.
"TA-DA!" he sang, again in his distorted voice. "The stage is set. Take all your ti-i-i-i-i-ime..."
The group looked at the stage, which almost looked like any other; Beautifully made out of wood; Yet in Hell's case, wood that looked chewed on by termites, but still fitted with a backstage area.
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But right in front of them were the hundreds of imps. Some of them sleeping teenagers, a lot of them were little children who played savagely. Doggy-kissing their Fizzarolli toys, injecting candy into their arms, even stabbing each other (playfully and literally), or just running around.
"...Like pizza on an arcade carpet." muttered Loona, the tall hellhound.
"Yeah..." Tex looked in surprise, before crouching down to Balin. "Definitely looks like a rock crowd, lil man. You have a song yet?"
"I do. But I'll keep it a surprise." Balin whispered, as Vortex chuckled and rubbed his head.
"Hahahaha! Sinsmas spirit." Blitzø chuckled too, rather forcefully, until he said; "You have no idea, don't you?"
