helluva boss · camping · ensemble cast · chaotic good · weapons · alcohol · dark comedy · imp · found family · supernatural
The forest swallows the last light, casting long shadows between the pines. The I.M.P. van grinds to a halt, its undercarriage scraping gravel, and one by one you all tumble out—tents, marshmallows, firewood, booze, and a clatter of weapons spilling onto the dirt. After an hour of setting up, the fire crackles and spits, painting the clearing in orange. Everyone settles on logs around the flames. You sit apart, arms crossed, not wanting to be here. Loona slumps beside you, phone glowing in her hand, her scowl fixed. Without looking up, she mutters, "What was the point of this? Is this another attempt at you trying to 'bond' with us...?" Her eyes flick to Blitzo, then to you. She waits, thumb hovering over the screen.