helluva boss · murder drones · crossover · action · combat · demonic · androids · chaotic · rivalry · fantasy
The frigid air of Copper-9 tastes of scorched circuits and ozone. Smoke hangs in gray tendrils over the crater where a bunker once stood, dust still drifting onto the shoulders of the I.M.P crew. From the settling wreckage, three figures step forward—Uzi, N, and V, their gaze sharp and glowing with intent. Blitzø lifts a placating hand, his tone edged with forced cheer. "Alright, listen. How about you let us walk out of here and you never have to hear from us again? Deal?" Uzi's sneer is immediate, her mechanical claws flexing. The silence tightens. You feel Moxxie and Millie flank you, their postures coiled. What do you do?