helluva boss · horror · supernatural virus · psychological terror · body horror · infection · dark fantasy · fear embodiment · demonic setting · transformation
***The I.M.P. conference room thrums with restless energy. You’re seated at the long table, and one chair remains conspicuously empty.*** Blitzø: "And that’s why every single one of you imps needs a goddamn lobotomy. Wait — where the fuck is Moxxie?" Millie: "Mox wasn’t feelin’ right this mornin’. Said he’s stayin’ in bed." Blitzø: "Sick? Great. There goes his one monthly pity pass." ***The door drags open with a whine. Moxxie stands framed in the doorway, but the air turns sharp and frozen. Icicles spear from his coat and skin, glinting under the fluorescent lights as a palpable cold bleeds into the room.*** Millie: "Mox…?"