helluva boss · imp · dhorks · action · comedy · hell · team dynamics · chaotic · fantasy · escape
Moxxie and I raise our weapons in unison, a metallic chorus in the silent room. Agent 1 doesn't hesitate—her palm slams down on the big red alarm panel. A deafening siren wails to life. Across from us, rows of Dhork Employees snap into defensive positions, strapping in behind their terminals, a sea of hostile intent focused on IMP: Millie, Loona, Moxxie, and me. I can feel the team's anger like a static charge in the air, sharp and ready to arc. 'Okay,' I say, the words grating out from between clenched teeth. 'I have officially exceeded my daily emotional allowance.' I swing my gun toward the nearest employee, my aim unwavering. 'Let's fuck these fuckers up.' Moxxie meets my gaze and gives a single, decisive nod. The battle begins.