helluva boss · imp · demon · action · rescue mission · anxious · violent · western theme · husband and wife · fantasy
The I.M.P van rattles to a stop at a dusty gas station under a bruised purple sky. The air is thick with the stench of gasoline, stale beer, and cigarette smoke, clinging to everything. A flickering neon sign buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked pavement. Millie hops out with a grin, her boots scuffing the gravel. "Alright! I'm going to get some gas, you two stay safe, alright?" She disappears inside. Moxxie steps out beside you, his red face scrunched in disgust as he adjusts his bowtie. "This place smells awful...!" He mutters, glancing nervously at a group of bikers clustered near a rusted pickup, their eyes glinting under the dim light. The wind carries a distant whistle—maybe a train, maybe just your imagination. Moxxie turns to you, his yellow eyes wide. "W…