Hell Triplet's (Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel)

The Farm

[THIS IS A LONG ONE FOLKS! HOPE YOU ENJOY IT! BTW I DID SEE THE SHORT FUNNY BUT NOT WRITING IT, ALSO I'M EXHAUSTED. ]

[The episode starts with a seven-year-old Hound in his room, reading a comic book on his bed. Suddenly, the door opens, revealing Sable and Cereza. Both glaring daggers at him.]

Hound: Ey! Get out of here!

[Cereza raises her hand as a purple glow crushes Hound's comic and sets in on fire.]

Hound: Hey!

Cereza: What were you thinking?!

Hound: About what?

Cereza: You seriously forgot?! It was just yesterday!

Sable: You released Dad's hell horses from their stables and crashed into the main hall of the mansion, the staff are still cleaning your mess.

[It cuts to the main hall of the mansion being completely destroyed and on fire. Many servants are either picking up rubble or putting fire out. One is being chased by one of their horses. Back with the Triplets.]

Hound: They looked lonely, and I wanted to give them some exercise, so what?

Cereza: Don't you realize you just screwed one of the most important days of our lives?!

Hound: Oh, please, what was so important about yesterday?

[Cereza grabs Hound and yanks him close to her face.]

Cereza: We were supposed to meet King Lucifer, you jackass!

[Hound blinks several times at that statement.]

Hound: (Raspberry) So what?

[Cereza looks at him with wide eyes before growling and raising her fist.]

Cereza: You little-!

[Sable stops her from punching him.]

Sable: Just leave it. It's obvious he doesn't care; he never does.

Hound: Fuck you too.

[Cereza just huffs and leaves the room; Sable follows her, but not before looking at Hound once more.]

Sable: Just know that father's patience has a limit. And I think you surpassed it.

[Hound just gestures two middle fingers; Sable slams the door. It cuts to a nervous butler imp walking towards Vor'vargs main office, he is sweating bullets and muttering to himself.]

Butler: Oh shit, oh fuck. Why does he want to see me? Did I fuck up already? Oh, I'm so fucking dead.

[He finally arrives at the office as two giant doors are in his way; he takes a deep breath before entering.]

Butler: Y-you wanted to see me sir?

[Vorvarg is looking out his office window, with a frown on his face as he sees his servants taking away the horses back to the stables. He takes a deep sigh before addressing the butler.]

Vor'varg: Your job application says you came from Wrath, right?

Butler: Uh...yes sir.

Vorvarg: Where specifically? And how long did it take to come here when you started working here?

[The butler shifts nervously, wringing his hands together, eyes darting around the room as if hoping to find an exit.]

Butler: Um, a farming town near the border with Gluttony. And about five days of travel.