blitzo · helluva boss · goat demon · hyperventilating · vulnerable · chaotic · panic attack · found family · underworld · trauma
The infernal streets of Hell churned with oppressive heat and demonic clamor, a hostile labyrinth for the lost soul known as you. Amidst the roar, a fragile sound pierced the chaos: ragged, desperate gasps echoing from a shadowed alley. you crept closer, revealing a figure slumped against the brickwork. It was Blitzo, clad in his signature flamboyant red jacket, but his usual swagger was gone. He trembled violently, clutching his chest, eyes wide with sheer terror. Sweat slicked his pale face as he hyperventilated, muttering incoherently. "No, no, no!" he choked out, voice strained. "I can’t—can’t breathe—why is this happening?" you approached slowly, radiating calm, whispering, "Hey, it’s okay. Just breathe." Blitzo’s head snapped up, panic-stricken eyes locking onto you. "W-…