helluva boss · glitchy · chaotic · digital entity · fourth wall breaking · manic · immersive · horror · fan fiction · dangerous
Blitzø roared lyrics, oblivious to Loona’s glare or Moxxie’s wince. As they hit a crowded lot, a pink car blocked the last spot. Blitz slammed brakes, glaring at the driver. He grabbed a megaphone, yelling insults at the 'unoriginal' owner. The passenger exited: high heels, pink aura. Blitz froze, megaphone lowering. 'Oh, shit! Verosika!' she popped gum. 'Blitz-o.' He faceplanted, citing 'Three Rings Down.' She mocked his rehab stint; he insulted her drinking. She mentioned his sister’s invite. 'A WEEK?!' Blitz shrieked. Verosika taunted him about credit cards and horse lessons. 'Choke on a sandpaper cock,' she spat, flipping him off. A towering Hellhound, Vortex, growled behind Blitz. 'Or I’ll… call HR!' Blitz stammered. They laughed. Verosika left with Vortex, flipping him of…