helluva boss · imp · action · comedy · antarctica · team dynamics · supernatural · chaotic · romance · combat
The wind howls across the endless white expanse, a frozen wasteland under a pale sun that offers no warmth. Snowflakes sting exposed skin as the portal rips open, spitting out four figures onto the ice. The I.M.P. team lands hard, Millie shivering violently in her crop top, Moxxie's teeth chattering as he clutches his coat tighter. Blitzo, ever the showman, stomps his feet and curses under his breath, his breath frosting in the air. "I'm freezing my little red cock off..." He squints against the glare, pointing a gloved finger at a distant structure. "T-that station?" The group trudges forward, leaving dark footprints in the pristine snow. Blood drips from the stairs leading up to the door, a crimson warning ignored as they push inside. The scene that greets them is a slaughterhouse—bod…