Intro:

No One POV:

The scene opens to Blitz’s mostly silent apartment, the air thick with tension. The only sounds breaking the quiet are the muffled screams and cries of pain filtering in from the streets below. A sliver of light pierces through the curtains behind the TV mounted in front of the couch, slowly creeping across the dark room, casting long shadows.

Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the sound of loud, aggressive knocking at the door. The knocking grows more intense with each passing second, accompanied by the raspy, grumpy voice of an impatient imp.

Landlord: "Open the fucking door, Blitz! I know you're in there, you son of a bitch! Give me my damn money already before I kick your fatherless ass out!"

The landlord’s voice echoes through the small apartment, each word dripping with frustration and anger. The door rattles with every pound of his fist, making it clear he’s not planning to leave anytime soon.

The cluttered couch, buried under empty beer bottles shaked, bottles clinked and rolled off the couch, shattering on the floor as the pounding on the door grew more aggressive. Blitz groaned from beneath a pile of blankets on the couch, his hand lazily brushing aside a half-empty bottle before it could topple.

Landlord: "You hear me, Blitz?! Open up, or I'm busting this door down!"

Blitz finally sat up, rubbing his temples as he tried to drown out the relentless banging. His bloodshot eyes darted around the cluttered apartment, frustration mounting.

Blitz: "Yeah, yeah, I hear ya, you fucking ass-hat…"

The knocking continued as Blitz slowly staggered to his feet, kicking aside empty bottles with every step. He reached the door, glaring at it as if it were the source of all his problems.

Blitz: "Keep your panties on, I'm coming..."

He fumbled with the lock, cursing under his breath before finally yanking the door open, revealing the landlord’s scowling face. The landlord opened his mouth to shout, but Blitz cut him off with a glare.

Blitz: "How about you shut up for a minute, huh? I get it, you want your money. Just… gimme a damn second"

Blitz blinked, squinting as the harsh daylight from the hallway flooded his eyes. He rubbed his face, trying to clear the haze clouding his vision. As the blur began to fade, the stern figure of the landlord came into sharp focus, his expression a mix of anger and impatience.

Landlord: "You’re not bullshitting your way out of this one, Blitz. I want my fucking money, and I want it the fuck now!"

Blitz stared at him for a moment, still half-asleep and not fully processing the words. The landlord’s voice grated on his ears, each demand feeling like a hammer pounding on his skull.

Blitz: "Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time…"

He sighed heavily, leaning against the doorframe, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him as much as the hangover.

Blitz’s hand slithered into his pocket, fumbling around before finally pulling out his wallet. His sweat-slicked fingers made it difficult to sort through the bills, but he rolled his eyes and grabbed whatever felt right, too tired to care. He shoved the wallet back into his pocket with a huff.

Blitz: "Here’s your fuc-"

Before he could finish, the landlord snatched the money from his grip with lightning speed, his frown deepening as he counted through the crumpled bills.

The landlord's eyes twitched with barely restrained anger as he waved the money in front of Blitz's face.

Landlord: "Blitz, what the fuck is this?!"

Blitz pushed the money away, rubbing his temple in frustration, his patience hanging by a thread.

Blitz: "Ugh, what now?"

The landlord's eyes flared with anger as he jabbed the money back toward Blitz's face, his voice dripping with frustration.

Landlord: "This is half of what you owe! You think I'm running a charity here, Blitz? I’m not letting you get away with shortchanging me again you piece of shit"

Blitz groaned, running a hand through his bald head. The last thing he needed was another fight, especially with the pounding headache that was building up.

Blitz: "Look, that’s all I’ve got right now. Can you just give me a few more days?"

The landlord crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed.

Landlord: "You’ve been saying that for weeks! I’m done with your excuses. Either you cough up the rest, or you and that mutt of yours are out on the street!"

Blitz's eyes narrowed, his frustration boiling over. He stepped forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl.

Blitz: "Hold it, bitch. Don't ever say that about my daughter again, or I'll pop a bullet in your empty skull"

His hand instinctively moved toward his holster, fingers itching for his gun. The tension in the air thickened, the landlord's sneer faltering slightly at the sudden shift in Blitz's tone.

The Landlord's smirk grew even wider, sensing he had struck a nerve.

Landlord: "Oh, did I hit a nerve there, Blitz? Stop acting like you're some good father. You're just like that scumbag of a dad of yours-worthless, incompetent, a piece of shit who'll never amount to anything"

Blitz’s eyes darkened, his entire body tensing as the landlord's words cut deep, reopening wounds from yesterday and his own insecurities . Without a word, he swiftly grabbed his gun, shoving it into the landlord’s mouth, his expression a twisted mask of fury.

Blitz: "Your first mistake was poking an assassin. I kill annoying assholes, low IQ, wannabe big time, small time, shit talking bothersome irritating mother fuckers like you for a living"

The landlord’s eyes widened, sweat pouring down his face as he mumbled around the gun.

Landlord: "Y-you wouldn’t"

Blitz didn’t let him finish. He turned, pointed the gun at a random imp walking outside, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The imp’s body dropped to the ground, blood pooling around its head. Blitz then returned the gun to the landlord’s mouth, his voice low and deadly.

Blitz: "I'll give you the rest by the end of the week. If you've got a problem with the deal... well, too bad"

He shoved the landlord back, forcing him to stumble out of the doorway before slamming the door shut in his face, leaving the landlord to scramble away.

Blitz turned his back to the door, sliding down to the floor with his face expressionless, concealing the turmoil raging inside him. With a shaky hand, he raised the gun to his head, the cold metal pressing against his temple.

For a few agonizing seconds, he stayed like that, the weight of everything threatening to crush him. But then, as if by force of habit, the gun slowly lowered, his hand trembling as it fell to his side.

Blitz: "Not today…"

Blitz sat in silence for a moment, his back against the door. The weight of the past few minutes clung to him like a heavy fog. With a deep breath, he shoved the gun back into his pocket, shaking his head.

He forced himself up from the floor, the stiffness in his limbs reminding him of how long he'd been in that spot. The dim light from the curtains cast shadows across the room as he trudged to the bathroom, flicking on the harsh, fluorescent light.

Blitz stared at his reflection in the mirror, the lines on his face deeper than he'd like to admit. He splashed cold water on his face, letting it drip down his chin and onto the sink. For a moment, he considered skipping the next step-was there really any point in brushing his teeth? He hesitated, then grabbed the toothbrush anyway, scrubbing with the same determination he’d face a mission with.

Once done, he tossed the toothbrush back into its cup and moved on, slowly dressing in his work clothes. The routine was mindless, offering some comfort in its familiarity. With his gear in place, Blitz made his way to the small kitchen. He opened the fridge, eyeing the sparse contents with a sigh.

Blitz: "Guess it’s enough to whip something up..."

He threw together a quick meal, nothing fancy, but enough for his beloved Loona. As he set the plates on the counter, a dull ache throbbed behind his eyes, but he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. It was time to get to work, even if everything else felt like it was falling apart.

Blitz lifted the coffee cup from the table, its steam swirling lazily as he brought it to his lips. The hot liquid slid down his throat, warming him from the inside out and easing the remnants of his hangover. The caffeine offered a small but welcome boost of energy.

Blitz: "Alrighty, let’s see if my beloved Looney is awake!"

He set the coffee cup back on the table with a clink and made his way to Loona’s room. His steps were light, though the weariness from the night before still clung to him. He gently knocked on the door, his voice carrying a mix of weariness and affection.

Blitz: "Loona, you up? Time to get moving. We’ve got a day ahead of us"

Blitz waited, his smile slowly fading into a look of concern and frustration. The silence from behind the door was starting to wear on him. He knocked again, this time with a more forceful bang, hoping the louder noise would rouse her.

Blitz: "Come on, Loona! I’m really not in the fucking mood for your laziness today. And if you try that sick excuse again, remember I can always drag you to get vaccinated. We both know how that goes"

He leaned against the doorframe, trying to keep his irritation in check. His tone softened slightly, though still edged with impatience.

Blitz: "Seriously, get up. We’ve got things to do, and I can’t do them all on my own. I’m not asking for a miracle, just for you to get moving"

Suddenly, the door creaked open just enough to reveal Loona, her fur disheveled and her hair a tangled mess. She glared at Blitz with irritation.

Loona: "LET. ME. FUCKING. SLEEP!"

Before Blitz could respond, she snarled and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

Blitz flinched at the sudden outburst, the door slamming shut with a loud thud. He sighed deeply, rubbing his face in frustration.

Blitz: "Teenagers... that’s exactly what I needed to start my day"

He took another sip of coffee, trying to calm himself. The caffeine was helping, but dealing with Loona's moodiness was going to be a challenge. He made a mental note to give her some space and maybe try again later.

For now, Blitz returned to the kitchen, putting away the coffee pot and storing Loona’s untouched breakfast back in the fridge. He then grabbed his keys from the counter, the jingling sound briefly cutting through the silence as he slid the keys into his pocket and headed for the front door. He paused one last time, looking at Loona's bedroom door with a mix of frustration and resignation before closing it behind him.

Time Skip:

The scene cut to Blitz approaching the door to the I.M.P building, his steps dragging slightly. As the door creaked open, the muffled sound of laughter from inside spilled out into the hallway. Blitz’s lips curled into a sly smirk.

Blitz: "Sounds like someone's having a good time"

He chuckled softly, closing the door behind him and making his way through the reception area. He walked down the hallway toward the briefing room, his smirk lingering as walked inside.

Blitz pushed open the door to the briefing room. Inside, he found Moxxie, Millie, and Ben gathered around a board game, the tension in the room surprisingly light. Ben, his eyes rolling in frustration, was clearly not having the best time.

As Ben noticed Blitz entering, he waved with a smirk.

Ben: "Hey, Blitz! Didn't see you there!"

Moxxie quickly followed up with a polite greeting.

Moxxie: "Hello, sir"

Millie cheerfully chimed in.

Millie: "Hey, Blitz!"

Blitz spread his arms wide and gave grin.

Blitz: "Hope I didn’t interrupt anything. You all look like you're having a blast without me"

Ben, still focused on the game, shrugged.

Ben: "Nah, we’re just playing this knockoff hell version of Monopoly, which, honestly, feels like it’s got something personal against me"

Moxxie leaned back in his seat, raising an eyebrow.

Moxxie: "Oh really, Ben? Or are you just salty because you’ve been losing so many times?"

Ben threw up his hands dramatically, frowning in mock outrage.

Ben: "No, I’m not dude! This game’s rules are just bullshit! There’s literally a rule that says if you’re human, you have to pay money to every non-human player!"

Millie couldn’t help but chuckle.

Millie: "Sorry, Benny, game is game"

Blitz glanced around at the scene, an awkward chuckle escaping him as he observed the playful bickering.

Blitz: "I see you’re all having fun without me, huh?"

His tone was light, but there was a clear edge of frustration as he glanced at Ben.

Ben noticed the vibe and gave a sheepish smile.

Ben: "Still angry I didn't stick with you yesterday? I'm sorry Blitz, but when duty calls, I answer without a second thought"

Millie glanced at Moxxie in confusion, not quite sure what Ben was talking about. Moxxie just shrugged, equally puzzled.

Blitz crossed his arms, scowling deeply.

Blitz: "It's not like I gave a fuck or even enjoyed your company, nope, not in the slightest. I just took pity and let you tag along, so don't push it, kid"

Ben blinked, taking in Blitz’s angry words, then raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

Ben: "Ouch? Geez, Blitz, I know I'm not your favorite person, but you don't have to be such a jerk about it"

Blitz spun around, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Ben.

Blitz: "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings? Maybe you should take a number and get in line, 'cause I've dealt with plenty of assholes for a lifetime, and you’re just the cherry on top!"

Ben crossed his arms, his smirk widening.

Ben: "Well, if I’m the cherry, then I guess that makes you the sour filling, huh?"

Blitz’s tail twitched in irritation as he pointed a finger at Ben.

Blitz: "Don’t start with me, kid! I’ve got enough crap on my plate without you adding to it!"

As they bickered, Moxxie and Millie stood off to the side, exchanging a look.

Moxxie just sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Moxxie: "And they’re at it again…"

Millie leaned closer to Moxxie, whispering.

Millie: "Should we… do something?"

Moxxie shook his head slightly.

Moxxie: "Nah, let ‘em tire themselves out. They’ll be fine… eventually"

Millie shrugged, and the two continued to watch the back-and-forth banter between Ben and Blitz, both of them trying to out-sarcasm the other.

Time Skip:

The scene cut to Blitz’s office, which was a mess of papers, fast-food wrappers, and empty energy drink cans. Behind his desk, Blitz was pretending to work on his PC, but in reality, he was scrolling through a website about exotic Horses. The door creaked open with a knock, and Moxxie stepped in, gripping some documents in his hand.

Moxxie: "Sir, do you have a moment?”

Blitz’s eyes narrowed, and he slammed the laptop shut with a scowl, a vein in his temple already starting to pulse.

Blitz: "Ugh, if you’ve got any more complaints, you know where to place 'em"

He pointed to a paper shredder in the corner with "Complaints Box" scrawled on it in marker. Moxxie’s face fell flat, clearly unimpressed.

Moxxie: "No, sir. It’s actually something important"

Blitz sighed dramatically, leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

Blitz: "Fine, fine. What’s so important?"

Moxxie walked over and took a seat across from Blitz’s desk. He placed a stack of documents in front of Blitz, consisting of tax forms and financial reports. Blitz’s gaze shifted from the paperwork to Moxxie’s serious face, clearly unenthusiastic about the sudden shift to "work" mode.

Moxxie: "We need to go over these. The tax filings are overdue, and we’re facing some serious penalties if we don’t address them soon"

Blitz stared at the papers, groaning inwardly, clearly annoyed but knowing he couldn’t ignore the issue, which annoyed him even further, and Moxxie's very punchable face didn't help either.

Blitz: “Alright, let’s get this over with. But remind me again why I have to deal with this crap when I’d rather be doing literally anything else?”

Moxxie: "Because it’s part of making sure this company doesn’t collapse under a mountain of debt and legal issues, sir"

Blitz’s face contorted into a mix of frustration and reluctant acceptance as he begrudgingly began to sift through the documents.

Moxxie clapped his hands together, his expression brightening as he saw Blitz finally taking some responsibility.

Moxxie: "Amazing, sir! First, why don’t we discuss this?"

He pointed at a piece of paper, which Blitz snatched up with a grimace, squinting as he tried to decipher the dense text, sticking out his tongue in frustration.

Moxxie: "You see, sir, it appears that half of our funds have disappeared almost instantly. I’ve gone through all the receipts, found nothing, and even asked Loona about it, which, by the way, ended with me getting bitten"

Moxxie shivered at the memory, a grimace on his face.

Moxxie: “It’s mind-boggling, sir. I know you’re probably angry, and it’s understandable, but-”

Blitz cut him off, rolling his eyes.

Blitz: "Oh, that’s me. I used the funds"

Moxxie’s eyes widened in shock.

Moxxie: "What?! Where did all the money go?"

Blitz leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing in irritation. He threw the piece of paper onto his desk, sending it skidding across the surface.

Blitz: "I spent it on billboards."

Moxxie’s eyebrows shot up as he tried to keep his composure. He leaned forward, his voice edged with disbelief.

Moxxie: "Did they at least work, sir?"

Blitz rubbed his temples, visibly frustrated.

Blitz: "Well, I’m not sure how effective they are, considering most of them are in unconventional places"

Moxxie’s face darkened as he crossed his arms, pacing back and forth.

Moxxie: "And why did you choose those spots, sir?"

Blitz slammed his fist on the desk, making the papers flutter.

Blitz: "Because they were cheaper, Moxxie! For fuck’s sake, try to use your brain for once in your life!"

Moxxie stopped pacing, his face flushed with anger, but he held his ground, glaring at Blitz.

Moxxie: "It was cheaper for a reason, sir"

Blitz’s temper flared. He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over in the process.

Blitz: “Well, fuck you, Moxxie! We all make mistakes, you limp-dick bastard!”

Moxxie clenched his fists, his face turning red. He took a deep breath, trying to control his anger.

Moxxie: "Sir, do you know how serious the situation is?! We’re barely holding it together with the dwindling job offerings. I’m not fucking sure how this company is still active. It isn’t a miracle; I don’t know what it is-"

Blitz cut him off, waving his hand dismissively and glaring at Moxxie.

Blitz: "Are you done babbling, Moxxie? I have horses to watch-uh, I mean, work to do!"

Moxxie’s eyes widened with frustration, and he leaned in closer, his voice rising.

Moxxie: "Well, respectfully, sir, if we don’t double that money or at least get it back, there won’t be any work for anybody to do!"

Blitz’s face went pale as he processed Moxxie’s words. He staggered back, holding his face in shock.

Blitz: "WHAT?!"

Moxxie: "Finally, sir. Without work, we’re going to go bankrupt!"

Blitz’s shoulders slumped as he stared at Moxxie, the gravity of the situation sinking in. He slumped back into his chair, his earlier anger replaced by a look of realization and dread, remembering that without this job, he wouldn't be able to pay his already overdue rent and would end up homeless on the streets.

Blitz: "I can't go homeless! The homeless demons that I make fun of daily are going to make my life hell!"

Blitz shouted, his face flushed with panic. He dashed to the window, throwing it open to look down at the street. Moxxie stood nearby, arms crossed, watching Blitz with an unimpressed expression.

Down below, a crowd of homeless demons was gathered, their eyes glaring up at Blitz. They held various makeshift weapons-pipes, bats, and rusty knives. One of them made a menacing slash gesture across their neck, a clear threat, with a menacing smile on his face.

Blitz’s face went white as he took in the sight. He gulped loudly, his heart racing.

Blitz: "Shit!"

He slammed the window shut and yanked the curtains closed, his hands trembling. He leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath as he stared at the now-closed curtains.

Blitz: "Fine, I’ll figure it out. Just... just give me some time!"

Moxxie, still standing by the desk, shook his head. He muttered under his breath as he watched Blitz's panic unfold.

Moxxie: "Sir, the only way to get out of this situation is to get more clients with high-paying assassination offerings"

Blitz, his face a mix of fear and frustration, glared at Moxxie.

Blitz: "No shit, smartass! That's what I'm trying to figure out; got any actual useful solutions?!"

Moxxie sighed, his expression softening slightly as he stepped closer.

Moxxie: "How would I know, sir?! If only someone hadn't wasted half of our money on useless advertisements!"

Blitz slammed his fist on the desk. He shot Moxxie a glare.

Blitz: "I'm aware of that, Moxxie! But right now, we need solutions, not more complaints!"

Moxxie raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

Moxxie: "Well, sorry, sir, but that’s all I’ve got. It’s up to you and your genius ideas now. Maybe this will teach you to take responsibility for once"

With a final, disdainful look, Moxxie turned and walked away, closing the door behind him with a resolute thud.

Blitz’s eyes twitched with mounting anger at Moxxie’s parting words. The memory of the Landlord's taunts about being an incompetent scumbag like his father resurfaced in his mind, fueling his frustration.

Blitz clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white as he gritted his teeth. His eyes widened with anger.

Blitz: "I-I can take responsibility! I’m competent! I’ll show that bitch!"

He slammed his fist down on the desk, the impact reverberating through the room. Blitz’s face set in a fierce scowl as he resolved to prove himself, not just to Moxxie, but to himself and everyone who doubted him.

Blitz stormed towards his desk, his eyes blazing with fury. He kneeled down, hastily grabbing the scattered papers that had fallen to the ground earlier. His movements were sharp and frantic as he grouped them together, slamming them back onto the desk. With a huff, he slumped into his chair, his eyes now glued to the phone, awaiting a call.

Blitz: "Come on, someone’s gotta need a hit today… I’m not fucking going down like this"

His fingers drummed nervously on the desk, each second that passed only intensifying his agitation.

Time Skip:

The scene cuts to Blitz slumped over his desk, deep in sleep. His mouth hangs open, and a small trail of saliva drips onto the papers beneath him. His snoring is loud and unfiltered, filling the otherwise silent office. The phone, which he had been so anxiously watching earlier, remains stubbornly silent beside him.

Suddenly, the phone rang loudly, jolting Blitz awake from his deep sleep. Despite the heavy drowsiness clinging to him, he shot up, his eyes blinking sluggishly like a lizard's, one after the other. He rubbed his mouth, wiping away the drool, and glanced at the phone. The moment his brain registered what was happening, his eyes widened in surprise, and the sleep crust between them seemed to vanish as he sprang into action.

With a dramatic leap, Blitz lunged on the phone, crashing to the floor and rolling before finally managing to grab the receiver. He brought it to his ear, a giant smile stretching across his face, his earlier exhaustion completely forgotten.

Blitz: "Yello~ The Immediate Murder Professionals, Blitz talking, and I swear to Satan, if you’re not a client, I’m going to personally come to your house and beat the shit out of you for wasting my time!"

Blitz's voice was filled with cheerfulness, but there was an underlying edge of desperation as he awaited the response, his fingers tapping anxiously against the phone.

A woman's voice spoke from the other end, hesitant and slightly creeped out.

"Um... yes I'm a client"

Blitz let out a relieved sigh, his tension easing.

Blitz: "You're one? Phew, okay, who's the unlucky bitch you want to turn into a corpse?"

A wicked grin spreading across his face as he mentally prepared for the job ahead.

"I want my husband dead. That bastard killed me-literally-because I cheated on him. I don’t care what it takes, I’ll pay whatever you want to see that son of a bitch rot in hell"

Blitz's grin widened, his excitement barely contained.

Blitz: "Oh, sounds like a real charmer. So, where’s this asshole at, and when do you want us to take care of him?"

"He lives in that rundown old house on Blackthorn Street. You can do it tonight. The sooner, the better"

Blitz nodded, scribbling down the details.

Blitz: "Alright, good. Any preferences on how we do the deed? Should we make it look like a suicide. Of course it's going to cost extra, or do we have the liberty to off him however we like, Miss?"

"If I can choose, I’d want him to die by cyanide consumption. I want that bastard to feel every second of it"

Blitz raised an eyebrow at the unusual request but quickly shrugged it off.

Blitz: "Weird, but hey, I don't judge. Okay, lady, you can think of the job as already done"

With that, Blitz hung up the phone, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Blitz slowly stood up, clapping his hands together as a wicked smirk grew on his face, ready to rub the fact that he got a job in Moxxie’s face. He knew this job would get them closer to their goal and shut Moxxie up about the finances.

Before he could revel in his victory, the phone that was still lying on the ground rang again. Blitz raised an eyebrow, the smirk fading slightly as he bent down and picked it up. Bringing the phone back to his ear, he answered with his usual snark.

Blitz: "Uhh, The Immediate Murder Professionals, Blitz speaking. How can I make your afterlife a little less shitty today?"

A man's voice came through the line, dripping with rage.

"Yeah, listen up. My old man’s still up there breathing, even after all the shit he pulled. That bastard left me out of his will, gave everything to my loser brother. I took my own life because of that, and now I’m stuck down here. But if I can’t take out my piece-of-shit brother, I want you to take out my dad. He’s in a hospital-old fart’s barely hanging on anyway. But I want it done tonight"

Blitz paused, a hint of sympathy flickering in his eyes. He understood the feeling of having a shitty dad.

Blitz: "Alright, pal. I get it. You got any specific preferences for how we finish him off or leave it to us?"

The man didn’t hesitate.

"I want it to look like a medical incident, I don’t care how you do it. Make it look like his heart gave out, or some equipment failure-whatever. Just make sure that son of a bitch doesn’t wake up tomorrow"

Blitz nodded to himself, feeling a bit of a connection to the guy’s anger.

Blitz: "This one's honestly a first one for me. But alright, consider the job as good as done. Your old man’s about to check out for good"

Blitz's eyes lit up with excitement as he hung up the phone. Without a second thought, he jumped up from his seat and punched the air with both fists.

Blitz: "Yes! Fuck yeah! Two in a row! I must be on a roll! Suck that, you baby dick prick!"

He spun around in his office, his earlier frustration completely forgotten, now replaced with pure, unfiltered glee at the prospect of not one, but two new jobs lined up.

The scene cut to the outside of Blitz's office, the quiet of the hallway abruptly shattered as Blitz burst through the door, his steps almost staggering with excitement. He whistled a jaunty tune, a wide grin plastered on his face as he made his way to the briefing room.

Inside, Ben, Moxxie, and Millie were gathered around a table, engaged in a friendly game of poker. Even Ben seemed to be enjoying himself, appreciating the familiarity of the Earth-equivalent game with no extra hellish twists.

Blitz's enthusiasm didn't waver, even when he spotted Ben among the players. The news of the two jobs had him riding too high to care.

Blitz cleared his throat loudly, an exaggerated fake cough meant to draw attention. The poker game halted as everyone turned to face him, curious about the interruption.

Blitz: "Alright, you slackers, listen up!"

Blitz pulled out two documents, his excitement barely contained. He tossed them over the table with a flourish, sending them skidding toward Moxxie and Millie. They quickly grabbed the papers, curiosity piqued as they unfolded them. Ben leaned in, casting curious glances at the documents, but Blitz was already on a roll.

Blitz: "We’ve got two jobs tonight, and those contain all the information you'll need for the hits"

He clapped his hands together, the smirk on his face growing wider.

Moxxie’s eyes widened in disbelief as he scanned the documents.

Moxxie: “Wait, hold up. How the hell did you get two jobs so fast? We’ve been scraping by with nothing for weeks!”

Blitz sighed sarcastically, a smug grin plastered on his face.

Blitz: "Oh, it’s not fucking rocket science, Moxxie. Sometimes you just have to actually hustle instead of whining about it. Maybe if you put half as much effort into getting results as you do into your complaints, you’d see that it’s all figured out"

Moxxie’s mouth snapped shut, his frustration palpable.

Millie, on the other hand, stood up with a burst of energy, her excitement evident as she brandished her red axe with a fierce grin.

Millie: "Finally! I’ve been dying for some action! Let’s make this night one to remember!"

Blitz chuckled, enjoying the reaction as Moxxie fumed silently and Millie eagerly readied herself.

As Blitz continued to boast about the two jobs, Ben was absorbed in analyzing the documents. His eyes skimmed over the details, but it wasn’t just the logistics that captured his attention. The reasons behind the hits ignited a fire within him.

Moxxie glanced over at Ben, surprised to see him so intensely focused. It was the first time he’d seen Ben so engaged, a stark contrast to his usual aloof demeanor. Moxxie’s frown deepened as he redirected his gaze to Blitz, who was still reveling in his apparent triumph.

Ben’s heart raced with anger as he read through the reasons for the hits. The first client’s request, while twisted, was somewhat understandable to him, though he found the manner of execution disturbingly sadistic. But it was the second client’s case that truly fueled his rage. The idea of the old man’s death being orchestrated to look like a medical incident for such a trivial things, was so pitty and pathetic.

Ben’s jaw clenched tighter, and his eyes blazed with an unspoken fury as he continued to read through the documents. His gaze shifted back to the Imps, watching them with a mix of disdain and confusion. Their enthusiasm for the kills, their eagerness to jump into the assignments, stirred a tangled mess of emotions within him.

While he considered them his friends, their casual acceptance and even encouragement of such grim tasks made him uneasy. It was a complex feeling, one that bordered on disgust but also sparked an inner conflict he wasn’t ready to confront. The idea of celebrating death, even when it was for a paying client, didn’t sit well with him, though he was reluctant to admit it.

Ben's internal struggle was palpable, the anger and discomfort clashing with his need to stay aligned with the group. He took a deep breath, trying to push the unease aside and focus on the task at hand.

Ben shook his head, trying to dismiss the grim thoughts swirling in his mind. He reminded himself of the place he lives in - a hotel that offered demons a second chance, a place where redemption was possible. He recalled his own adventures and interactions with these imps, their moments of camaraderie and shared experiences. These memories helped to quell the dark thoughts, reminding him that there was always a glimmer of good within them, even if it was sometimes obscured.

For now, Ben focused on the task at hand, trying to devise a plan to save these people without raising suspicion from the Imps. He mulled over different strategies, aiming to find a way to intervene that would be subtle enough to avoid alerting Blitz and the others.

Ben stood up, placing the documents back on the table before making his way to Blitz.

Ben: "So, Blitz, got room for the hero of heroes?"

Blitz looked up, a smirk curling on his lips as he eyed Ben.

Blitz: "Oh, fuck yeah, we’ve got a spot just for you"

But before Ben could respond, Blitz’s smirk faded into a sharp frown, his voice dropping into a sarcastic snarl.

Blitz: "It’s called 'minding your own damn business,' asshole"

Ben's expression hardened for a moment before he forced a smile, trying to mask his irritation.

Ben: "Right, right. Just thought I’d offer some help, you know, make sure things go smoothly"

Blitz waved him off dismissively.

Blitz: "If by 'making sure things go smoothly,' is being a pain in the ass, then no thanks"

Ben raised his hands in a mock surrender, trying to diffuse the rising tension.

Ben: "Whoa, whoa, no need to get your tail in a twist, and be a fucking douche about it. Just offering my services for free, no strings attached, heh"

Millie and Moxxie exchanged glances, their amusement fading as they watched Blitz inch closer to Ben, his earlier enthusiasm now replaced with a sharp anger. Blitz jabbed a finger into Ben’s chest, growling lowly.

Blitz: "Listen here, Ben. I know you’re hiding something, some plan to fuck everything up, just like the last two missions you've been involved in"

Ben chuckled, brushing off Blitz's jabs with a smirk.

Ben: "Can't help it, dude. Being the hero just ends up with you being the butt of the joke"

Blitz rolled his eyes, his finger still poking into Ben's chest.

Blitz: "Oh really? Then why don't you go save a kitten from a tree or help a grandma cross the street and leave the assassination stuff to the professionals?"

Ben smirked, brushing off Blitz's finger as he leaned in slightly.

Ben: "Maybe, but even professionals need a hero to bail them out sometimes. You know, for when you guys inevitably screw up... again"

Ben glanced up at Blitz, his smirk fading and being replaced by a blank expression as he noticed Blitz had turned his back, completely focused on checking his weapons for the upcoming assassination, ignoring him entirely.

Ben rolled his eyes, annoyed at being brushed off so easily. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. He rubbed his chin cunningly, then casually backed away from Blitz, slumping into a nearby chair. Leaning back, he decided to play his next card.

Ben: "Hey, where's Loona, by the way? Since you’re going to be out for the entire day, I thought maybe me and Loona could hang out, you know?"

He raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with playful teasing.

Ben: "And who knows, maybe the date would take an interesting turn…"

He let the implication hang in the air. Ben wasn’t serious, of course, but he knew exactly how to push Blitz’s buttons.

Blitz froze mid-check, his eyes widening as Ben’s words registered, and for a split second, the thought of leaving Ben alone with Loona sent him into a near-panic mode. His face contorted with anger, and he clenched his fists. H slowly turned back around, glaring daggers at Ben.

Blitz: "Over my dead body, you little shit! You stay away from Loona!"

Ben chuckled, clearly enjoying how much he’d gotten under Blitz’s skin. Blitz’s reaction was exactly what he’d hoped for, and he knew he had Blitz right where he wanted him.

Ben: "Oh, come on, Blitz. We're just gonna hang out! Plus, with you out of the picture… who knows?"

Blitz growled, the idea of leaving Ben and Loona alone gnawing at him. He stormed back over to Ben, grabbing him by the collar.

Blitz: "Changed my mind! You’re coming with us! I’ll be damned if I leave you here with Loona, you little horn-dog!"

Ben couldn’t help but smirk, knowing he had Blitz right where he wanted him. As Blitz dragged him along, Ben’s victory was sealed. He didn’t actually plan to do anything with Loona, but getting under Blitz’s skin was a win in itself.

Time Skip:

The scene cuts to Earth, focusing on a suburban neighborhood where nearly identical houses line the streets, separated by neat fences and manicured lawns. The camera zooms in on one particular house, brushing over a jagged and messy lawn. It settles beside some overgrown bushes, where the scene pauses.

The scene then zooms in on the bushes, showing them rustling slightly as if something or someone is moving within. A pair of binoculars poke out from between the leaves, the lens focusing on one of the houses. The camera shifts to reveal the I.M.P. team crouched behind the bushes, with Blitz holding the binoculars, grinning mischievously.

Blitz: "Alright, team, this is the place. The bastard should be home soon, so keep your eyes peeled"

Millie, crouched beside him, twirls a small knife in her hand, her expression eager and excited.

Millie: "Finally, some action! I’ve been itching to cut loose!"

Moxxie, on the other hand, is more focused, scanning the area cautiously.

Moxxie: "Let’s not get too eager, Millie. We need to stay low and gather intel before we move in"

Ben, sitting a bit further back, leans against the fence with a relaxed posture, though his eyes are scanning the area just as intently.

Ben: "So, what’s the plan? You wait until the guy gets home and then... what, sneak in through a window?"

Blitz lowers the binoculars and smirks at Ben.

Blitz: "Oh, so now you’re interested in the plan, hero? Just zip your mouth and follow my lead, and maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about how the professionals do it"

Ben rolls his eyes but doesn’t respond, knowing he needs to play along to stay in the loop. He’s already formulating ways to subtly sabotage the operation without tipping off the others.

The camera shifts again, showing the front door of the target’s house as a car pulls into the driveway. The team tenses, their eyes fixed on the scene. The door opens, revealing the man: disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes, and a distant, vacant expression. He glances around briefly before trudging towards his house, his movements sluggish and unengaged.

Ben took a thorough look at the man, noticing his vacant expression and disheveled appearance. It was clear to Ben that the man was deeply affected, his demeanor suggesting a state of being broken from the inside. Ben’s initial judgment softened as he observed the broken state of the target.

Ben: "Seems like killing his wife really hit him hard. Sometimes, ‘think before you act’ takes on a whole new meaning"

Blitz snickered, his rifle raised and steady in his hands. He aimed it with practiced precision, his eyes glinting with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Blitz: "I know, right? What a weak-ass bitch. Good thing we’re about to reunite him with his wife"

Ben raised an eyebrow, glancing at Blitz with surprise.

Ben: "Aren’t we supposed to kill him using cyanide?"

Moxxie turned to Ben with a slightly exasperated look, shaking his head.

Moxxie: "Nah, we don’t actually follow through with those specifics. We just handle the kill. The fancy stuff like cyanide and 'accidental' deaths-those are added in later using Photoshop"

Millie grinned widely, her eyes flashing with excitement as she brandished her axe.

Millie: "Hell yeah! We just kick ass and slice said ass. The rest is all for show!"

Ben's alarm grew as he saw Blitz steady his breathing, his gaze fixed on the target's house. The man, looking utterly defeated, had just stumbled inside, and Ben knew that if things continued as planned, the man would be dead before he could execute his own plan to save him.

Ben’s mind raced. He had to improvise quickly to prevent this tragedy from unfolding. He glanced around, looking for any potential openings or ways to intervene without arousing suspicion. His heart pounded, knowing that if he didn’t act fast, his chance to make a difference would slip away.

As birds chirped in the serene suburban lawn, the tranquility contrasted sharply with the tense focus of Blitz. He was peering through the scope, his eyes locked on the man as he fumbled with his door keys. The man’s struggle with the lock was almost comical, a frustratingly mundane challenge that seemed to prolong the inevitable. To Blitz, it was the perfect setup for what he considered the easiest job of his life.

Blitz: "Target acquired"

His finger tightened on the trigger, and a strange, almost alien-like sound echoed behind him, followed by a green light that appeared and briefly casted a glow on his back before dying down. Blitz paid no attention, focusing on  the rifle's report, which was sharp and precise, the bullet slicing through the air with deadly intent.

But just as Blitz was about to relish the simplicity of the job, his eyes widened in disbelief as the bullet seemed to vanish mid-air, the man finally managing to open his door and disappear inside. Blitz stared at his scope in disbelief, his mind racing.

Blitz: "N-no fucking way"

Blitz blinked rapidly, rubbing his eyes until they reddened. His gaze fell to the ground, where the spent shell of the bullet lay. Blitz’s heart pounded as he tried to process the incongruity. This wasn’t a misfire or a missed shot- something was definitely off. His frustration began to boil over as he turned around, noticing that both Moxxie and Millie were also looking surprised.

Moxxie scratched his head, perplexed.

Moxxie: "That's so bizarre. Sir, do you also suspect the human to have a guardian Cherub?"

Blitz grimaced, rolling his eyes.

Blitz: "Cherubs? Bleh... I thought those winged fucks only helped 'good people' or whatever"

Moxxie raised an eyebrow, glancing between Blitz and the house.

Moxxie: "Well, Sir, the last encounter we had with their kind on Earth, they were helping a human who was, for lack of a better term, a piece of filth. Their moral compass isn't that great. So yeah, that's what I suspect anyway"

Millie, listening intently, chimed in.

Millie: "What about you, Ben? Whatcha think happened there?"

The Imps turned towards Ben, who was in his XLR8 form, looking about in shock at the sudden attention.

XLR8 stuttered for a moment, the awkward silence thickening as Millie and Moxxie tilted their heads in confusion, waiting for an explanation. Blitz’s glare burned deeper, suspicion gnawing at him.

XLR8 finally snapped back to reality.

Xlr8: "Uh... yeah, weird... oh, sorry! I wasn’t paying attention, I was just... picking something to eat"

Before anyone could question him further, XLR8 zoomed off in a blur of blue and black, leaving a gust of wind in his wake. A second later, he returned, holding a deep-fried burrito in one hand. He took a slow, deliberate bite, seeing the Imps still staring at him.

Xlr8: "What? Want some chimichanga?"

XLR8 offered with a smirk. Millie’s face lit up as she grabbed a piece.

Millie: "Don’t mind if I do!"

Moxxie, slightly amused, crossed his arms.

Moxxie: "Come on, you two. Ben, please be careful next time- no eating on the job"

XLR8 rolled his eyes sarcastically.

Xlr8: "Sorry 'dad,' I’ll never do it again"

He quipped, earning a giggle from Millie.

Millie nudged Moxxie playfully.

Millie: "Ease off on Benny, Moxxie, this is only his fourth job!"

Meanwhile, Blitz’s anger simmered, his suspicions now practically confirmed. He watched XLR8 mockingly wink at him, a gesture that sent Blitz’s frustration over the edge.

In a flash, Blitz stormed toward XLR8 just as he was about to take another bite, swatting the burrito out of his hand.

Xlr8: "Hey!"

XLR8 protested, glaring back at Blitz.

Blitz: "No time for shit and giggles!"

Blitz snapped, his voice sharp with irritation.

Blitz: "Let’s get moving!"

Blitz slithered out of the bush, moving with practiced stealth, making sure to avoid being seen by any nearby humans. Moxxie followed closely behind him, and then Millie, who took a moment to wipe her mouth clean of any lingering burrito crumbs before joining the others.

Meanwhile, XLR8 lingered behind, glancing around to ensure no one was watching. With a quiet sigh, he opened his clawed hand to reveal the bullet he had intercepted, still warm from the shot that never reached its target.

Xlr8: "I guess you could say I’ve inadvertently become this guy’s guardian angel"

XLR8 whispered to himself, the weight of the decision settling in.

He slammed the Omnitrix on his chest, a bright green light enveloping him as his alien form gave way to his human self. Ben stood there for a moment, before quickly catching up to the others, determined to keep the human alive.

The scene cuts to the group perched neatly on the rooftop, right above the target's front door. Blitz was gritting his teeth in frustration as he tugged on a rope latched to an anvil positioned precariously above the entrance. He continued backing up, ensuring the heavy object was lifted just high enough to stay out of sight, ready to drop at the perfect moment.

Blitz: "Alright, here’s the fucking plan"

He growled, his voice laced with irritation.

Blitz: "If it's not obvious enough, someone goes and knocks on the door, then hides. We wait for the human to come out, and BAM- he gets squished, and the job’s done. Any dumb questions, keep ‘em up your ass"

Ben couldn’t help but grimace at the cartoonishly evil plan. He knew full well that in reality, the anvil wouldn’t just flatten the guy in some harmless, slapstick fashion- it would crush him into a gruesome mess. This was far from the lighthearted antics Blitz seemed to think it was.

Moxxie raised an eyebrow at the plan.

Moxxie: "Sir, this plan is absurd. Why don't we just shoot him and keep it simple?"

Blitz shot Moxxie an annoyed look, clearly fed. His grip tightening on the rope as he spat.

Blitz: "Because, Moxxie we're already on a streak of weird shit happening tonight, and I want to mix things up a bit. Plus, you ever see a guy get squished flat by an anvil? It’s classic"

Moxxie, still skeptical, pressed on.

Moxxie: "But Sir, what if the human doesn't die instantly? This could just end up lobotomizing him, leaving us with a half-dead mess instead of a clean hit. Seriously, why can’t we just stick to our usual methods and shoot him?"

Blitz snarled, his patience clearly wearing thin.

Blitz: "Because I’m the boss, and I say we do it my way. Besides, with all the weird shit going on, we might as well stop doing boring old things and start having some fun. And hey, it’s not like anyone’s going to miss this guy if we mess up a little"

Ben sighed, his thoughts racing. This plan was a disaster waiting to happen, and he needed to find a way to derail it without drawing too much suspicion.

Ben: "Alright, so who’s doing the knocking?"

He asked, hoping to steer the conversation in a direction where he could intervene.

Blitz shot him a look, still clearly annoyed but begrudgingly acknowledging the need for someone to bait the target.

Blitz: "You know what, Ben? Since you’re so eager to help, why don’t you do the honors? Go knock, hide, and try not to fuck this up"

Ben forced a smile, hiding his discomfort as he stood up.

Ben "Sure thing, boss. I’ll make it quick"

Ben didn’t waste any time. He casually slid down from the rooftop, not caring if any passersby spotted him-after all, he was just a human in their eyes, nothing suspicious about that. As he approached the front door, he paused for a moment, mentally running through his options. Then, with a slight cough to adjust his tone, he knocked on the door and shouted.

Ben: "UberEATS! The food you ordered is here!"

Moxxie and Millie’s eyes widened in shock at the unexpected move. Blitz nearly lost his mind, his voice rising to a yell.

Blitz: "What the fuck was that?!"

Ben threw his hands up defensively, a sheepish grin on his face.

Ben: "I dunno, that’s all I could think of!"

Blitz looked like he was about to explode, but before he could, they all heard sluggish footsteps from inside the house, shuffling toward the door. Ben’s eyes widened as he quickly motioned for the others to get ready. He then bolted around the side of the house, ducking out of sight just as the doorknob began to turn.

The team tensed, waiting to see how this impromptu plan would unfold.

As the doorknob turned, the human peeked out, looking confused. Blitz's devilish smile twisted further as he released the rope, his eyes closing in anticipation of the satisfying sound of blood splattering and bones cracking. He waited…and waited…but nothing happened.

Blitz’s eyes shot open in frustration. He glanced over at Millie and Moxxie, who were equally perplexed, shrugging in confusion.

Blitz: "What the fuck is going on? Where's the splat? The squish?"

Moxxie and Millie exchanged bewildered looks before Moxxie piped up.

Moxxie: "Uh, Sir, maybe something’s wrong with the anvil? It should’ve... you know, crushed him by now"

Millie, trying to be helpful, suggested.

Millie: "Why don’t we just go check on it? Maybe something got caught or-"

Blitz cut her off.

Blitz: "Fine! But this better be fixed quick! I’m not letting this simple job go to shit"

The group cautiously peeked over the edge of the rooftop. What they saw made their jaws drop. The anvil was hovering mid-air, frozen above the human, encased in a swirling green bubble of energy.

Blitz’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Blitz: "What the fuck is that?!”

Moxxie: "Sir, whatever that is, we shouldn’t-"

Blitz: "Fuck that!"

He shouted, ignoring Moxxie’s frantic warnings as he leaped on the floating anvil.

Blitz: "I don’t care what it is! I’m smashing this guy myself!"

He growled, stomping hard on the anvil.

The anvil shifted slightly downward, causing Blitz to smirk in satisfaction. But then, without warning, the energy bubble seemed to pulse, and the anvil, with Blitz still on top, was flung high into the air, disappearing over the horizon with Blitz's screams echoing in the distance.

The scene cut down to where Ben was, now in Gravattack form, his hands glowing with the same green energy. A sly grin spread across his rocky face as he mocked.

Gravattack: "Forget about Aladdin and his magic carpet- we got Blitz and the flying Anvil now"

The human squinted into the fading light, trying to make sense of what he’d just seen and heard, but when the screaming stopped, he shrugged it off and went back inside, closing the door behind him.

Inside the house, the man slumped onto his worn-out couch, looking utterly exhausted. Trash bags were scattered around the dimly lit room, with the only light seeping in from the outside. He sighed deeply, oblivious to the three figures lurking just outside.

Blitz crouched low by the window, peering inside with laser focus, his gaze locked on the back of the man’s head. Millie and Moxxie, still chuckling from the earlier spectacle, quickly silenced themselves as Blitz’s scathing glare shifted towards them.

Blitz: "Can you two tell me where that fucking brat is? He can’t just go wandering around in the middle of a job!"

His gaze snapped back to the window, frustration bubbling up as he muttered under his breath.

Millie tried to lighten the tension.

Millie: "I'm not sure, Blitz. He said he had something urgent to take care of, you know how teenagers be sometimes"

Blitz huffed, not buying it for a second.

Blitz: "Well, if he's gonna be as useless as tits on a boar hog, he could at least stay close by so I can take my frustration out on him, dammit!"

Fueled by his mounting irritation, Blitz slammed his fist down hard on the window, causing the glass to crack slightly.

Moxxie’s eyes widened in alarm, and he cautiously reached out toward Blitz.

Moxxie: "Sir, calm down! You might alert the target!"

Just as those words left Moxxie's mouth, the sound of footsteps approaching from inside the house froze them in place.

Blitz whispered harshly.

Blitz: "S-shit, move! Out the front door, now!"

The imps scrambled away, quickly disappearing around the corner just as the human opened the window, his head poking out to investigate the noise. He glanced around, but seeing nothing.

Inside the house, the door handle rattled, twisting slowly with a faint click. The sound stopped for a few tense seconds before the door creaked open just a crack, revealing Millie skillfully lockpicking the door. She shot a quick glance at Moxxie, who grinned and gave her a thumbs up for a job well done. Millie’s cheeks flushed slightly at the silent praise as she tucked the lockpick tools back into her pocket.

With the door now open, the imps silently crept inside, their steps careful and measured. The dimly lit interior matched the house’s disheveled exterior, with shadows stretching across the cluttered floor. Blitz and Millie exchanged a quick look, their expressions serious as they prepared to execute the next part of the plan, inching their way deeper towards the unaware human.

Millie crept closer to the oblivious human, who was still peering through the window, unaware of the danger behind him. Her breath was steady as she slowly raised her axe, the weapon making a faint clinking noise as she positioned it above her head, ready for a clean decapitation.

But just as she was about to strike, the human's head suddenly dropped forward, his body twitching slightly. Millie froze for a split second, startled by the movement. Before she could react, the human’s head snapped back up, a twisted smirk spreading across his face.

In a flash, he shifted to the right, narrowly escaping Millie’s axe as she leaped forward. Her eyes went wide in shock as she missed completely, crashing through the window and flying outside. She tumbled onto the lawn, dazed and disoriented.

Inside, the human, seemingly oblivious to his narrow escape, calmly reached over and closed window. He continued on his way, leaving Moxxie and Blitz to watch in disbelief from their hiding spots- Moxxie behind the couch, and Blitz behind a table.

Moxxie buried his face in his hands, his palm dragging down his face in exasperation.

Moxxie: "Oh, Millie…"

He muttered, worried for her after the disastrous mishap.

Blitz, on the other hand, clenched his fists, his teeth grinding in frustration. This seemingly random human was proving to be far more of a challenge than any of them had anticipated. Each botched attempt was getting under his skin, and his patience was wearing thin.

Blitz: "This guy"

He growled under his breath.

Blitz: "Is really starting to piss me off"

Inside the kitchen, the human casually turned on the sink, water gushing downward as he began cleaning one of the dirty plates he’d pulled from the cupboard. Humming a familiar tune to himself, he seemed completely oblivious to the imps that had been swirling around him all day.

Meanwhile, Moxxie, hiding behind a corner, had his eyes locked on the man. He squinted in concentration, gripping a knife as he carefully aimed. His plan was simple: hit the human squarely in the head and be done with this mess. As the man finished cleaning a few plates, Moxxie saw his chance when the human bounced over to his microwave, seemingly distracted.

Moxxie: "This is it…"

Moxxie whispered to himself, a smirk tugging at his lips as he calculated the throw. He let the knife fly, watching it sail straight toward its target. But just as it was about to connect, the human suddenly ducked down to pick up a bag of popcorn that had fallen to the ground.

The knife, meant to be a fatal strike, instead sailed over the human’s head and embedded itself into the open microwave door. The force of the throw was so strong that it slammed the door shut, the microwave beeping as if registering the failed attack.

Moxxie’s smirk instantly vanished, his eyes widening in shock.

Moxxie: "You’ve got to be kidding me…"

He muttered, staring at the microwave door, now innocuously closed with the knife still stuck in it. This man’s luck-or something else entirely-was bordering on the supernatural.

The human stood up, a brow arched in confusion after noticing his microwave door was now closed, despite remembering it being open earlier. With a shrug, he opened the door and jolted back slightly to find a knife embedded in it. Just as he extended a hand to remove the knife, Blitz slithered up behind him, huffing with anger as he started attaching a silencer to his gun.

The human tugged on the knife, and it suddenly came free, causing him to stumble back and accidentally knock into Blitz, sending him tumbling to the floor. Blitz slowly got up, rubbing his head, a grin creeping onto his face as he aimed his gun, only for the human to suddenly throw the knife away behind him. The knife fell directly onto Blitz's shoulder.

Blitz's eyes widened in shock as pain shot through him. He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle a scream, while the other gripped the knife embedded in his shoulder. Tears threatened to fall as he tried to tough out the pain. Meanwhile, the oblivious human went to the fridge and began chugging down a root beer, completely unaware of what was happening behind him. Blitz, on the other hand, was jumping around in pain as Moxxie desperately tried to pry the knife away.

Inside the bathroom, the human casually stripped down, placing his clothes neatly to the side before stepping into the bathtub. He moved slowly, careful not to slip as he entered. Once inside, he reached out and closed the shower curtain, clearly a practiced habit. The sound of water gushing from the showerhead soon followed, filling the small room with a steady stream. The human was now fully engrossed in his shower, the rhythmic splash of water echoing as he began to wash away the day’s grime.

Meanwhile, the scene remained tense, as the imps outside the bathroom door waited for the right moment, aware that this might be their best shot at catching the human off guard.

Blitz was on the verge of losing it, his face red with frustration as he fumed, his breath coming out in huffs. Meanwhile, Moxxie tried to soothe his boss, massaging Blitz’s tense shoulders in a futile attempt to calm him down.

Blitz: "I can’t take this shit anymore!"

His voice was strained, almost a yell, as he twitched with anger. Millie, standing nearby, nodded in agreement.

Millie: "Seriously, that human is such a pain to deal with"

Moxxie tried to reason with Blitz.

Moxxie: "I told you, sir, this human couldn't be normal. The only explanation for this is the doing of cherubs. We might need to retreat and formulate an-"

Before Moxxie could finish, Blitz grabbed him by the collar, yanking him close, their faces mere inches apart. Blitz’s eyes were wild, burning with a mix of desperation and rage.

Blitz: "Fuck me in the ass and call me Patricia if I let this human get away. I don't care if he's getting helped from those mother fuckers up in heaven. I swear on everything that is unholy, I’m killing him here and now. I WILL NOT RETURN TO THE STREETS, YA HEAR ME?!"

Blitz’s voice echoed in the small space, the sheer force of his words leaving both Millie and Moxxie momentarily stunned. It was clear that Blitz had reached his breaking point, and nothing was going to stop him from finishing this job.

Moxxie and Millie instinctively shrank back from Blitz, exchanging a quick, worried glance. It was clear that without Ben around to diffuse the tension with his usual antics, Blitz's frustration was spiraling out of control. They knew he was close to snapping, and the last thing they wanted was to be on the receiving end of his fury.

Blitz: "Good, now hurry the fuck up inside. He can’t take the three of us head-on. And if a Cherub actually shows up, just shoot the fucker down, slice it, kill it, shive it, burn it, or whatever! I just want the little shit dead!"

His words were laced with venom, his eyes blazing with rage. Moxxie and Millie hesitated for only a moment before turning to each other. Their expressions hardened as they nodded in unison, steeling themselves for the task ahead.

Moxxie gripped his gun tighter, and Millie raised her axe, her fierce glare matching Moxxie’s. They knew the plan was reckless, but with Blitz in this state, there was no room for hesitation. Together, they prepared to face whatever awaited them inside, ready to end this mission once and for all, for real this time, they hoped at least.

Moxxie carefully approached the door, his heart anxiously pounding. But before he could turn the knob, Blitz shoved past him, storming inside like a bull seeing red. Moxxie stumbled to the side, barely catching himself, while Millie shot Blitz an annoyed glare. They both watched as Blitz frantically scanned the room, his agitation making him reckless.

The human, oblivious to what was brewing just outside the bathtub curtains, squirmed in the tub, causing water to slosh over the edge and onto the floor. As Blitz rushed forward, he didn’t notice the puddle until it was too late. His feet slid out from under him, and for a brief moment, it looked like he might recover. But then his legs gave out entirely, sending him crashing to the ground. He didn’t even look angry anymore- just utterly defeated.

The human, meanwhile, finished his bath, completely unaware of the pandemonium he was about to step into. He stood up, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself with his eyes closed, humming softly as he went through his familiar routine. Moxxie, seeing his chance, crept up behind him, ready to strike.

But just as Moxxie raised his knife, the human casually pushed the door closed behind him. The door smacked Moxxie square in the face, sending him stumbling back in a daze. He crashed right into Millie, who instinctively caught him before he hit the ground. The human, still oblivious, continued his routine as if nothing had happened, leaving the demons in a heap on the floor.

Blitz slowly pushed himself up, wincing as he touched the blackish-red bruise forming on his head. His gaze turned toward the bathtub, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. Moxxie and Millie watched, concern etched on their faces.

Moxxie: "Uh, sir?"

Millie: "Blitz?"

Blitz turned toward them, his eyes reflecting a deep weariness. His brow was furrowed, not in concentration but in a profound acceptance of defeat. The lines on his face seemed to have deepened, carved by a relentless tide of failures. His posture was slumped, the weight of their ongoing unsuccessful struggle visibly pressing down on him.

Blitz's frustration reached a boiling point as he stood in the bathroom, his shoulders sagging with defeat. He stared blankly at the floor, muttering to himself.

Blitz: "I'm fucking done. I’m fucking done with this mission. I'm fucking done with all of this"

Moxxie, looking anxious, stepped forward.

Moxxie: "But sir, what about the client? What will we tell her? We seriously need the money"

Blitz cut him off with a sharp, irritated gesture. He shoved a vial of cyanide into Moxxie's hands, his eyes burning with frustration.

Blitz: "If you want to kill him so much, here. I’m fucking done. I’m going to the second target"

Without waiting for a response, Blitz stormed out of the bathroom, his steps heavy with anger and resignation.

Moxxie carefully poured the cyanide into a cup of water, placing it gently on the nightstand beside the bed. His eyes briefly lingered on a few scattered photos of the human and his wife, a pang of hesitation flickering in his gaze. He shook off the moment of doubt, slipped the empty vial into his pocket, and turned his attention back to the task at hand.

With a deep breath, Moxxie moved to the bedroom window, opening it cautiously before stepping out. He swung his leg over the sill and climbed down, leaping to the ground with practiced ease. He glanced around to make sure he wasn't spotted, then quickly followed after Millie and Blitz.

As the imps moved stealthily across the lawn, the quiet creak of a door opening behind them went almost unnoticed- almost. Moxxie’s ears twitched at the subtle sound, an unsettling chill creeping up his spine. Slowly, he turned his head, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of two glowing green eyes staring back at him from the darkness inside the house.

The human stood there, his eyes eerily bright, appearing to be otherworldly luminescent in the shadows. Moxxie froze, a strange numbness washing over him, the cold, emotionless gaze sending an inexplicable shiver through his body. There was something disturbingly familiar about that look, something that struck a chord of dread deep within him. He couldn’t place it, but he knew he’d felt this coldness before.

Snapping back to reality, Moxxie took a cautious step backward, his eyes darting to his comrades. They were getting further away, unaware of the silent danger lurking behind them. Panic began to set in as he turned on his heel, his footsteps quickening into a full sprint to catch up with Blitz and Millie. He didn’t dare look back. He just ran, the eerie gaze of the

Time Skip:

The scene cut to a hospital. The bustling atmosphere of the hospital was a stark contrast to the somber scene unfolding near the entrance. Nurses and doctors moved with purpose, tending to patients, while visitors wandered in and out of rooms, their emotions varying from joy to sorrow depending on the fate of their loved ones.

Suddenly, the main doors swung open with a bang, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. Three doctors and a nurse hurriedly wheeled in a worn-out old man on a stretcher, their pace urgent. The scene seemed normal enough at first glance-just another emergency, another life in the balance. But a closer look revealed that these "medical professionals" were anything but ordinary.

Ben, wearing a medical mask, cast a concerned glance at the frail man on the stretcher, worry etched on his face. As they rushed down the corridor, he shot a questioning look at Blitz, who was leading the charge, the imp’s eyes scanning the surroundings impatiently

Blitz's eyes narrowed as he took a glance at his watch, the one he permanently borrowed from a human they had swiped hospital clothes from earlier.

Blitz: "I gotta work fast; I got some lunch"

Ben leaned in closer, his voice low but laced with anxiety.

Ben: "I think you're missing the bigger picture here, 'Doc.' Do you even have a medical license to do shit like this?!"

Blitz, without breaking stride, pulled his mask down just enough to speak, his expression one of nonchalant confidence.

Blitz: "Huh? Of course I do! Graduated top of my class in the academy of 'Fake It Till You Make It'..."

His response was so absurdly casual that Ben couldn't help but do a double-take, a mix of disbelief and begrudging admiration flickering in his eyes as they continued their frantic pace down the hospital hallway.

Blitz clicked his tongue in irritation, then looked back at Millie with a sly grin, gesturing with his head.

Blitz: "Quick, nurse check his penis. See if it's longer than mine"

Millie, unfazed, nodded and leaned over the old man, unzipping his pants to take a quick look. Moxxie’s face twisted in disbelief and horror, but before he could say anything, Millie straightened up and looked back at Blitz with a casual shrug.

Millie: "No, doctor"

Blitz snorted, satisfied, as he adjusted his grip on the stretcher.

Blitz: "Knew it"

Blitz leaned in close to the unconscious old man, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intent. Ben watched with a mix of confusion and unease, his brow furrowing.

Ben: "You know, he's not Cinderella. Kissing him won't wake him up"

Blitz sneered at Ben, clearly irritated by his cluelessness.

Blitz: "I'm not kissing the old fuck, dipshit. Alright, this is gonna hurt"

Without warning, Blitz chomped down on the old man’s nose, his sharp teeth digging into the sensitive flesh. The old man let out a loud, painful screech, barely conscious but fully feeling the pain.

Ben’s jaw dropped in shock, but Blitz didn’t waste any time. He turned to Millie with a sharp command.

Blitz: "Nurse, give me fifteen cc's of morphine, quickly!"

Ben shook his head in disbelief, growing more frustrated as Millie complied without hesitation. She picked up a syringe, squeezed out a bit of the liquid, and then jabbed it into the old man, administering the shot.

Ben: "I-I thought we were saving him. What the hell is this?"

Moxxie chimed in, trying to keep Ben in the loop.

Moxxie: "Uhh, Ben, don’t forget- we’re here to kill the target. This is just an act until we’re alone and can take him out"

Ben blinked, suddenly remembering their real mission.

Ben: "Y-yeah, right. Shit, I forgot. So, uh, you don’t think we could actually save him?"

Blitz, deadpan, glanced at Ben as he pulled back from the old man’s nose.

Blitz: "Not sure. I’m not a very good doctor"

Ben rolled his eyes, immediately regretting that he even bothered asking Blitz such a question. Of all people.

Without warning, the Imps suddenly picked up speed, racing toward the Emergency Room with alarming urgency. Ben's face scrunched in confusion as he tried to keep up, shouting after them.

Ben: "Hey! What the hell happened to working as a team?"

Blitz, not even bothering to slow down, glanced over his shoulder with a half-hearted excuse.

Blitz: "Uh, yeah, about that... Just keep watch or something and, uh, don’t fuck anything up!"

Before Ben could react, Blitz and the others with the stretcher burst through the doors, the sound of them slamming shut behind them echoing in the hallway. Ben came to a halt outside the room, arms crossed, frustration seeping into every breath he took. He let out a sigh, his breath trapped behind the medical mask as he muttered under his breath.

Ben: "Great. Just great"

Ben was leaning against the wall near the Emergency Room, arms crossed and glancing around idly, waiting for the Imps to finish whatever scheme they were up to inside. He was distracted, though, when he noticed a man with a worried expression pacing back and forth, his eyes constantly darting toward the ER doors where the old man had been taken.

Suddenly, the man rushed over to Ben, his voice shaky with concern.

Man: "How's my dad?!"

Ben blinked, caught off guard.

Ben: "Huh?"

The man gestured to Ben's doctor clothes, a little exasperated.

Man: "Eh, you're wearing a doctor's coat. I thought you worked here"

Ben's eyes widened, almost forgetting he was still in disguise. Quickly, he adjusted his posture and nodded, trying to look professional.

Ben: "Oh, yeah, yeah! Sorry about that. Your dad is, uh, in stable condition. He’s been sent in to get ready for surgery. Don’t worry, sir, our greatest doctors are working on his case"

The man let out a heavy breath, a wave of relief washing over him. A bittersweet smile crept onto his face as he muttered to himself.

Man: "Finally, some good news"

Ben raised a brow, not quite catching it.

Ben: "Hmm? Did you say something?"

The man shook his head quickly, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle.

Man: "Oh, sorry, Doc. I didn’t mean to vent. I know you’ve got enough on your plate"

Ben softened, sensing the man's tension.

Ben: "It’s fine, sir. If something’s bothering you, you can tell me. I’m a pretty good listener, you know"

The man’s gaze dropped, his voice lowering as he spoke.

Man: "Ever since my brother’s… suicide, my dad’s health has been going downhill. I’ve managed to hold it together, but… my dad didn’t take it well"

Ben felt a pang of sympathy as he listened. Family... The word echoed in his mind. He understood the pain of missing family, especially now, stranded in a different universe, away from his own. He gave a soft nod, encouraging the man to continue.

The man let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temples as if trying to piece everything together in his own head.

Man: "You know, I’m still not sure why my brother… did what he did. I know he wasn’t exactly in the best place mentally, but he knew our dad had heart problems...just why..."

Ben nodded slowly, remembering the documents he'd read about the assassination. The reasons behind the hit always left a bad taste in his mouth- especially the fact that the father had left his brother out of the will, which apparently pushed him over the edge. But there was something more to this story, something personal.

Ben glanced at the man, trying to dig a little deeper but keeping his questions subtle. He didn’t want to raise any suspicion.

Ben: "I see… That’s tough. I know this is personal, but, hadn’t you noticed any changes in your brother’s behavior after hearing any particular news? Something that might have just… set him off?"

The man frowned, as if replaying old memories in his head.

Man: "I… I did notice a change. Like he was broken or something. This happened a couple of days after a secret meeting between me and Dad. We discussed some things about our future, maybe he somehow overheard? One of the things… was him being left out of Dad’s will."

Ben nodded again. He wasn't surprised. He'd already known about this, but he pressed further, hoping to get more of the man's side of things.

Ben: "And why’s that? I mean, don’t get me wrong, but… doesn’t that seem a little unfair?"

The man’s gaze dropped, and his voice wavered with a mix of guilt and justification.

Man: "Hold on, let me explain. My dad didn’t leave anything to my brother… because my brother… he was unstable. Always had been. He’d always had a hard time, always causing trouble, even though we loved him so much"

Ben: "That… that’s rough. Sounds like your dad was just trying to protect him in his own way"

The man paused, as if weighing his words carefully.

Man: "Yeah, my dad knew leaving him money would only… well, it would’ve been a disaster. He would’ve wasted it. My brother was always reckless, never could hold down a job, always getting into trouble. Dad… he thought he was protecting him by not giving him a share. He was trying to keep him from self-destructing"

Ben nodded slowly, his mind flashing back to the documents he’d read about the situation, the details of why the man had wanted his father dead. It boiled his blood. To hear the son’s side of the story now, though, added more layers to the puzzle.

Ben: "Your dad really thought that was for the best, huh? But… your brother didn’t take it well"

The man sighed heavily, running his hand through his hair, clearly distressed.

Man: "No, he didn’t. After that meeting, something in him changed. It’s like… like he gave up. He never said anything directly, but I could feel it. The weight on him, the anger. I think maybe he overheard something or sensed what was going on. But, you know, we just wanted to protect him. It wasn’t about cutting him out because we didn’t care-it was because we did"

Ben could sense the man’s inner conflict, torn between guilt and the harsh reality of the situation. He kept his tone calm, subtly probing.

Ben: "It’s hard to make those decisions. I get it. But did your dad ever try to explain it to your brother? Or did he…?"

The man shook his head, his expression darkening.

Man: "No. He thought it would be better if he didn’t. He didn’t want to hurt him more. But… maybe that was a mistake. Maybe if we’d been more upfront… I don’t know"

Ben could feel the man’s pain, the uncertainty gnawing at him, but there was still more to this story. The bitterness the brother felt, the way he’d spiraled afterward- it all pointed to a deeper wound that had never healed.

Ben: "Sometimes keeping things hidden, even with good intentions, can make it worse. I’m sure your dad just wanted what was best, but… I can see how your brother would’ve felt left out, like he didn’t matter"

The man exhaled sharply, nodding.

Man: "Yeah… yeah, I think that’s what broke him. He felt like we didn’t trust him. And maybe we didn’t, but we loved him. God, it all seems so clear now, why he did what he did, if only I knew. I just wish things had been different..."

Ben put a hand on the man’s shoulder, offering silent comfort.

Ben: "That’s… tough. I get it. Family stuff, it’s never easy"

The man nodded, a tear slipping down his cheek before he quickly wiped it away, trying to regain his composure.

Man: "Yeah. Thanks, Doc. It’s just good to get it off my chest, you know?"

Ben gave a small smile, still thinking about the weight of his own family across dimensions.

Ben: "Yeah, I know"

With a final nod, the man waved and parted ways, leaving Ben standing in silence. The man headed to take a seat, anxiously waiting for news about his father’s survival.

Now alone, Ben stood still, letting the man's words sink in. His earlier instinct to save the old man was driven by his innate sense of heroism and justice. But after hearing the man’s story- about the love, the guilt, the regret- it wasn’t just about doing what was right anymore. It was personal. Ben clenched his fists, determination coursing through him. He was going to save the old man, no matter what.

Ben turned around, knowing it would be a crime if he didn’t act now. He couldn’t just wait to use a different alien for the job- it was time to take action. While he had the ability to rewind time, his humanity wouldn’t let him sit back any longer.

Stepping toward the ER door, his frown deepened, lips curling in frustration. Just as he was about to push it open, the door suddenly swung outward.

Ben’s eyes widened as he quickly stepped aside, watching Blitz barrel out of the room, followed by Moxxie and Millie. The three imps darted through the hospital, shoving aside nurses and doctors in their frantic escape.

Still confused, Ben’s gaze trailed after them until a voice jolted him back to reality.

Doctor: "Hey! Don’t let them get away!"

Ben froze as the doctor’s shout echoed through the hallway, his gaze snapping from the fleeing imps to the source of the voice.

The doctor stopped after a few steps out of the ER, leaning forward and taking long, labored breaths, clearly winded. Ben raised a brow, approaching him with a hesitant expression.

Ben: "Uh, everything alright... fellow colleague?"

The doctor waved a hand, still panting.

Doctor: "Ugh, I’m fine. Just... all those years studying for a PhD really didn’t leave much time for cardio"

He chuckled awkwardly.

Doctor: "You know... Us Doctors are not the most athletic bunch"

Ben nodded slowly, not entirely getting the joke but offering a polite smile.

Ben: "Right, uh, makes sense"

As the doctor straightened up, Ben’s curiosity got the better of him. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to keep things casual.

Ben: "So... who were those people you were running after?"

The doctor looked puzzled. Ben subtly lifted his medical mask a little higher, just in case they connected him to the fleeing trio. For now, it seemed he was in the clear, but better safe than sorry.

Doctor: "That’s what I’m trying to figure out"

The doctor wiped his brow, still catching his breath. 

Doctor: "My team and I were scheduled to operate on the old patient there, but when we walked in, we found them just... messing around. When we asked who they were, they freaked out and bolted. No idea what they were even doing there"

Ben: "Weird. Sounds like a serious breach of... doctor code"

The doctor shot him a look of shared confusion, shaking his head slightly.

Doctor: "Exactly"

He let out a sigh, clearly troubled by the situation.

Doctor: "This might be bad. I think I should call the authorities"

Ben’s eyes narrowed in thought.

Ben forced a chuckle, trying to keep things light, though his nerves were on edge.

Ben: "Come on, dude. No need to blow things out of proportion"

The doctor raised an eyebrow at the casual tone, not amused.

Doctor: "This is not blowing things out of proportion, dude. This could be an attempted assassination. I've never seen those 'doctors' here in my 25 years of working at this hospital. I can't just let it go"

Ben's eyes widened in alarm. This was quickly spiraling into a disaster, and he knew if the authorities got involved, Blitz and the others might end up butchering anyone who tried to apprehend them, making things even worse. He had to think fast.

Ben: "Okay, okay, I get it. But think about it- if this was an assassination attempt, don’t you think they’d be a bit more... discreet? I mean, they were obviously terrible at it. Probably just a mix-up, like, maybe new transfers or something"

The doctor narrowed his eyes, skeptical but considering.

Doctor: "New transfers? Without proper identification? And running the moment they're questioned?"

Ben shrugged, trying to seem casual but internally scrambling for a convincing excuse.

Ben: "You know how some people are, man. Panic when they get put on the spot. But calling the cops seems a bit extreme. Why don’t you let me handle this, see if it’s just a bureaucratic issue? No need to jump straight to DEFCON 1"

The doctor crossed his arms, eyeing Ben for a moment, clearly torn.

Doctor: "Hmph. Fine. But if I find out this is more serious, we’re calling the authorities. No more of your 'dude' excuses"

Ben gave a relieved nod, internally hoping Blitz and the others would be long gone before anything escalated.

Ben: "Alright, don't worry, the her- er, I mean the normal doctor is going to look into it right away. Just... continue saving people!"

The doctor slowly nodded, skepticism clearly written on his face as Ben quickly skedaddled away.

Doctor: "What a weird fellow... Ah, to be young again, so full of energy"

Shaking his head, the doctor ran a hand through his greying hair, turning to head back inside. But suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, eyes widening in realization.

Doctor: "Wait... who was that?!"

He snapped back around, scanning the hallway, but Ben was already gone. The doctor's shoulders slumped as his eyes dropped to the floor.

Doctor: "Ugh, I don't get paid enough for this shit..."

Time Skip:

Ben wandered through the hospital corridors, scanning the area with a determined expression. His eyes darted between doors and hallways, searching for any sign of the imps. He navigated through the bustling emergency department, the hum of activity serving as a backdrop to his growing frustration.

After a few minutes of fruitless searching, Ben finally spotted a sign for the Doctor Lounge. He sighed in relief and approached the door, but when he stepped inside, his annoyance gave way to a moment of disbelief.

The room was filled with doctors and staff lounging around, chatting animatedly, eating snacks, and generally unwinding. The clamor of conversation and laughter filled the air. Ben’s gaze settled on Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie, who were seated together at one corner of the lounge, trying to blend in.

Ben clenched his fists, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. He had intended to give them a piece of his mind for the botched operation, but the casual atmosphere of the lounge and the presence of other doctors forced him to curb his outburst.

Instead, Ben took a deep breath and approached the group with an air of forced calm. He slid into an empty seat beside them, his posture rigid with restrained frustration. The imps glanced at him, their expressions a mix of surprise and guilt.

Ben kept his voice low and controlled, trying to keep his anger in check.

Ben: "Well, well, look who decided to take a break. Hope you’re enjoying your little vacation"

Blitz glanced at Ben with a dismissive wave of his hand, clearly agitated and still fuming from their previous failures.

Blitz: "Look, kid, we've already fucked this up. We don’t have time for you to give us a lecture or whatever. We need to move on and fix this mess before it gets any worse"

Ben's eyes widened, his frustration mounting as Blitz turned his back to him.

Blitz: "Alright, listen up, you two. We need a new plan. This time, we’ll make sure to cover all our bases. No more screw-ups"

Moxxie and Millie, though a bit uncomfortable with Blitz’s tone, nodded in agreement and started discussing their next move, their focus completely on Blitz’s instructions.

Ben tried to interject, his voice laced with irritation.

Ben: "But I-"

Blitz cut him off with a sharp look, not even turning to acknowledge him.

Blitz: "We’re not interested in any more input from you right now. Just sit tight, and let us handle this"

Ben’s face flushed with anger as he tried again.

Ben: "This is not how we handle things-"

Blitz ignored him completely, his attention solely on Moxxie and Millie.

Blitz: "We need to get into the hospital’s security system and find out where they’ve taken our target, alright, I've seen this done in a movie once. Moxxie, you hack into their network!"

Blitz: "We need to get into the hospital’s security system and find out where they’ve taken our target"

Moxxie, frustration clear in his voice, tried to interject.

Moxxie: “Uh, Sir? I don’t really know how to hack st-”

Blitz cut him off, his tone impatient and sharp.

Blitz: "Millie, you get us access to the restricted areas. Got it?”

Moxxie, exasperated, tried again.

Moxxie: “Sir, are you even listening?”

Ben, standing off to the side, rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath.

Ben: "Welcome to my world, Moxxie"

Millie, sensing Moxxie’s frustration and seeing Blitz’s erratic behavior, gently jostled Moxxie’s arm.

Millie: "Honey, just try to do what he asks for. All of what happened today must’ve taken a toll on him"

She subtly pointed at Blitz, who was now behaving like a lizard, tracking a fly, his actions bizarre. Millie made a circular motion with her finger around her temple to signify Blitz might be losing it.

Moxxie sighed, his shoulders slumping in resignation.

Moxxie: "Fine. Let’s just get this over with"

Meanwhile, Ben’s frustration boiled over as he watched Blitz take charge, completely disregarding his input. His hands clenched into fists as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Time Skip:

As the evening settled in, the hospital continued to hum with activity, the usual bustle of doctors and nurses punctuated by the occasional urgency of emergencies. The staff, diligent and focused, worked tirelessly to care for their patients despite the encroaching darkness.

Millie, navigating through the corridors with practiced stealth, maneuvered through the throngs of people. She kept her face concealed whenever she felt eyes drifting her way, carefully scanning her surroundings for the elusive target.

Turning down a less frequented hallway, she found herself in a deserted section lined with doors leading to various rooms. Something about this area seemed familiar, sparking a hint of recognition in her mind.

Her acute senses picked up on distant voices and footsteps approaching. Millie, quick to react, darted into one of the rooms that happened to be ajar, slipping inside and closing the door with a soft creak, leaving just a sliver open for observation.

Peering through the narrow gap, she spotted the familiar figures from before- the ones who had thwarted their previous attempt on the target. They moved cautiously, their presence a clear threat to her mission. As they came closer, Millie held her breath, her heart racing, until their footsteps faded and the hallway fell silent.

Once she was sure the danger had passed, Millie took another look around the room. Her eyes landed on a few security cameras that were now active- likely a new development due to the earlier breach. She couldn’t be sure if they were always operational or if their presence was a recent precaution.

Knowing that her next move depended on Moxxie’s progress with the hacking, Millie settled in to wait, her gaze fixed on the cameras. She needed to stay vigilant and patient until her team was ready to make their next move.

The scene cut to the dimly lit security room, the ambiance was heavy with the haze of smoke and the low hum of electronics. The only illumination came from the flickering screens that displayed feeds from various cameras throughout the hospital. The room was cloaked in shadows, accentuated by the occasional glint of light from the screens.

One security guard, his head slumped forward, rested heavily on his hand, struggling to keep his eyes open despite the monotonous task of watching the screens. His tired gaze drifted over the footage, barely registering any activity as exhaustion overtook him.

Beside him, the second guard was more visibly affected by the long hours and his own indulgence. He puffed on a heavy blunt, the smoke curling lazily into the air and mingling with the musty scent of the room. The effects of both the relentless shift and the weed were apparent, as his movements were slow and his focus blurred.

The ambient noise of the hospital seeped in from the outside, a distant murmur of voices and footsteps, but within the security room, the atmosphere was rather calm. Both guards, entrenched in their own lethargy, barely noticing the faint knocking on the door behind them.

The door violently shook again, sending a tremor of irritation through the room. For a few agonizing moments, neither guard moved, pretending as if the noise didn't exist. The tension in the air was thick, and finally, the sleepy guard turned to his red-eyed companion, whose hazy gaze met his own.

Guard: "Okay, fuck, man... Just don’t tell them I was smoking"

The guard grumbled, reluctantly pulling himself to his feet.

The smoking guard hastily licked the end of the lit blunt, wincing as he swallowed it whole. He let out a series of raspy coughs, his throat burning, but he pressed on, stumbling toward the door.

Gripping the handle, he flung it open with a lazy sweep, peering out into the dimly lit corridor. For a second, he saw nothing—just an empty hallway. Confusion flickered across his face as he stepped forward, scanning his surroundings.

Then a small sound below drew his attention. Slowly, he glanced down, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

A silencer was pressed against his forehead.

Moxxie stood below, his expression cold and calculating as his finger rested on the trigger.

Moxxie: "Nothing personal"

The bodyguard’s eyes widened in shock as he stared down the silencer aimed directly at his forehead. For a moment, his stoned mind tried to process what was happening, but before he could react, Moxxie swiftly squeezed the trigger.

The muffled sound of the silenced gun echoed faintly in the hallway as the bullet  struck the guard's head with a sickening crunch, splintering bone and shattering the delicate structure of his skull.

Brain matter exploded forth from the gaping wound, like a burst dam releasing its pent-up fury. The victim's eyes bulged in shock as their optic nerves were severed by the force of impact. Their irises burst outward like overripe fruit on impact

Moxxie caught the guard’s weight before it could hit the floor with a thud, carefully lowering him down. His heart raced as he glanced back towards the security room. The second guard hadn’t heard the shot, thanks to his impaired state.

Taking a deep breath, Moxxie moved quickly, slipping into the room. The second guard, still hazy-eyed, didn’t even look up from the screens, too consumed by his daze.

Moxxie leveled the gun, eyes narrowing in focus.

Moxxie: "Hey, I'm sorry"

He whispered, getting the guard’s attention just before pulling the trigger.

The bullet struck the guard's back of his head with a sickening crunch, splintering bone and shattering the parietal bone part of his skull. The impact was so violent that it caused his brain to burst forth from the wound like a fountain of gore, covering everything in its path.

Blood sprayed across screens like paint on canvas as brain matter splattered everywhere. The second guard slumped forward onto the desk, a small plume of smoke curling from the silencer. Moxxie exhaled slowly, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Moxxie then stood frozen for a moment. His eyes darted around the security room, landing on the control panel that was covered in buttons, switches, and flashing lights.

Moxxie: "Now what?"

Moxxie muttered under his breath, staring at the confusing array of controls. He wasn't exactly trained for this.

He tentatively reached out, unsure of which button to press first, when his elbow accidentally knocked over a cup of water sitting nearby. The liquid splashed across the panel, seeping into the cracks of the electronics.

Moxxie’s eyes widened as sparks flew from the panel. The screens flickered wildly before going dark one by one. The entire security system across the hospital went offline in a matter of seconds.

For a moment, Moxxie just blinked in surprise, staring at the now useless monitors.

Moxxie: "Well… I suppose that works too"

He muttered, still slightly in shock.

Millie sat crouched in her hiding spot, her back pressed against the wall as she drummed her fingers against her knee, boredom slowly taking over. Her eyes lazily drifted up to the security camera mounted in the corner.

Suddenly, she noticed the small red LED light that was supposed to blink wasn’t flashing anymore. Her eyes widened as realization hit.

Millie: "Good job, Moxxie. Knew you could do it"

With a swift motion, Millie jumped to her feet, her muscles tensing as she peeked down the hall towards the target’s room. The coast was clear. She wasted no time pulling out her communicator and whispering urgently into it.

Millie: "Blitz, the cameras are down! Coast’s clear, we’re good to go!"

Without wasting a second, Blitz appeared out of nowhere, his head peeking around the corner with a wild grin. Millie noticed him instantly and waved. She pointed toward the target's room, her lips curling into a twisted smile.

Blitz glanced at her, his eyes narrowing. He gave her a nod, his expression darkening as he prepared to finish the job. The thrill of the hunt surged through him as he crept closer, ready to end it.

Blitz's hand trembled as it reached for the door. His throat tightened, a heavy gulp of uncertainty catching in his chest. Was this going to be as easy as stealing candy from a baby, or was there some twisted, cosmic punchline waiting for him behind those doors? The hesitation was palpable, even Millie, waiting outside, noticed it.

Millie: "Blitz! We don't have all day, go inside and finish the job!"

Millie half-whispered, her tone edged with impatience.

That was all the push Blitz needed. With a muttered curse, he decided to just raw dog whatever awaited him. He swung the door open swiftly, but the moment he entered the room, a strange, green dust floated through the air, swirling gently around him. Inhaling by accident, Blitz sneezed violently. His eyes shot wide open as the pink haze clouded his vision, dilating his pupils in an instant.

Blitz: "W-wha- the fuck was that?"

He rubbed his nose and blinked rapidly, trying to shake the weird sensation out of his system. The green dust quickly vanished, leaving him standing there bewildered. Blitz's eyes finally settled on the old man, unconscious and barely clinging to life, with machines hooked up to his frail body.

Shrugging off the strange encounter, Blitz stepped forward, focusing on the job. The target was oblivious, completely vulnerable. Time to finish what they came here for.

Suddenly, Blitz felt the strange sensation creeping through his body, it was as if a warm wave of happiness and excitement suddenly washed over him. His mind became fuzzy, and his surroundings started to blur. Everything around him- chairs, machines, even the walls- seemed to shimmer like a dream, indistinct and soft, but none of it mattered. His gaze locked onto the target in the bed, the rest of the world fading away.

It was euphoric, like he was floating, weightless. His heart raced, but not from nerves- he was filled with an unnatural joy, a sense of purpose as if this was the most thrilling thing he’d ever done. His hand moved without hesitation, almost as if on autopilot, swiftly grabbing his gun. Blitz pointed it directly at the man, his grip steady, a twisted smile creeping onto his face.

With no doubt in his mind, Blitz squeezed the trigger, a burst of colorful confetti shot out of the gun. His eyes widened for a split second, but to his dream-fogged mind, it all seemed perfectly natural. The old man on the bed flickered white, pixelated numbers floating above his head like some sort of video game damage indicator.

"100, 200, 300..."

The numbers rose higher as the man’s body shimmered and evaporated into thin air, vanishing without a trace. No blood, no mess, no corpse- just the satisfaction of a job well done. Blitz’s smile grew wider, a twisted sense of accomplishment filling him as he holstered his gun.

Blitz: "Job well done"

He muttered under his breath, feeling victorious, not even registering how surreal the whole thing had been. It all felt right in the moment, like this was how things were supposed to go. No complications, no second thoughts.

For the first time in a long while, Blitz felt truly content.

As Blitz stood there, basking in the odd but satisfying sensation of having completed his mission, the door burst open with a loud bang. Moxxie and Millie came rushing in, their faces beaming with exaggerated enthusiasm, clapping their hands like overexcited children. Happy, almost cartoonish music played in the background, echoing throughout the room, filling it with an artificial sense of joy.

Moxxie was grinning ear to ear, pumping his fists in the air.

Moxxie: "Wow, Blitz! You're amazing! You did it like a true boss! That was incredible!"

Millie jumped up and down with excitement, her eyes gleaming with admiration.

Millie: "Yeah, Blitz, you're the best! No one could've done it like you! You're the best boss I could ask for!"

Her voice had an unnaturally peppy tone, almost too cheerful, like something out of a children’s TV show.

Blitz blinked, momentarily thrown off. He knew this wasn’t how they usually spoke-Moxxie wasn’t this jittery, and Millie wasn’t this over-the-top. But the praise... it felt so good. A warmth spread through his chest, a sense of validation he hadn't felt in so long.

Blitz: "Yeah, well... what can I say?"

Blitz muttered, a cocky grin creeping onto his face despite himself.

Blitz: "I'm just that good, huh?"

The music swelled, the sound of cheers echoing from invisible onlookers. Moxxie and Millie kept clapping, showering him with praise.

Moxxie: "You’re not just good, Blitz!"

Moxxie shouted with childish glee.

Moxxie: "You’re the greatest! We all knew you'd pull this off without breaking a sweat!"

Millie nodded vigorously.

Millie: "The greatest assassin in all of Hell! No one else can compare to you, Blitz! You're... you're a legend!"

Blitz could feel something deep inside him shift. The compliments, the admiration-it was everything he craved, everything he never got in reality. Normally, he’d push these thoughts away, mock them for being unrealistic. But right now, it was impossible to resist. His mind swirled with a sense of belonging, of being loved, of being needed.

Yet, somewhere deep in the fog of his mind, a small voice whispered that this wasn’t real. This wasn’t how they acted, wasn’t how they ever would. But even that voice was smothered by the overwhelming flood of happiness, the feeling of finally, finally being seen and loved.

Blitz: "You guys..."

Blitz mumbled, his bravado faltering slightly, eyes growing glossy.

Blitz: "I knew you believed in me... I knew someone had to..."

He trailed off, his grin faltering but still there, enjoying every second of it despite knowing, deep down, that it was all wrong.

The cheering grew louder, the warmth of acceptance pressing harder, making it impossible for Blitz to reject it. It wasn’t just praise now- it was everything he ever wanted.

As Blitz reveled in the surreal paradise, the atmosphere began to shift. Soft clouds swirled from the corners of the dream, growing thicker and thicker, filling the room. The cheering voices of Moxxie and Millie faded, their forms becoming blurred as if washed away by the mist. The joyous music slowed, and the entire scene seemed to zoom out, shrinking further and further away, like a camera pulling back from a dream too good to be true.

The dream world popped like a bubble, and reality came rushing back into view. Outside the dream, Blitz was slumped over in the dimly lit hospital room, fast asleep. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and a wide, blissful smile stretched across his face, as though he was still lost in the utopia his mind had conjured up.

Hovering just above him, Pesky Dust floated with an eerie grace. Its translucent wings shimmered, each flap sending more of the glowing green dust swirling around Blitz's head. The dust gently rained down on him, like an ethereal mist, each speck landing on his skin and making him smile even wider. His eyes, though closed, twitched occasionally, and beneath the lids, his pupils were still dilated from the overwhelming happiness the dream provided.

Every tiny peck of dust seemed to dig deeper into Blitz’s subconscious, feeding him more of what he craved- validation, love, acceptance. It was as if each flutter of Pesky Dust's wings brought him closer to the feeling of belonging that had always eluded him. The grin on his face only grew wider, almost unnaturally so, his body completely at peace, immersed in the illusion of his perfect world.

Pesky Dust: "Sorry Blitz, butttt I'm not letting you kill the puurrr old man, even if I have to stop you in your dreams!"

Pesky Dust continued to float in a slow, hypnotic circle, its eerie presence casting a faint green glow over Blitz’s dream-riddled form, ensuring that the happiness wouldn’t end anytime soon.

Time Skip:

Blitz’s eyes fluttered open, the surreal haze of his dream dissipating as he was jolted back to reality. He found himself sprawled on the floor outside of the hospital, his gun still clutched in his hand, but the confetti and cheerful voices were nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was met with the harsh and stern faces of his team.

Ben stood with his arms crossed, a disapproving scowl etched on his face. Beside him, Millie looked on with a mix of concern and impatience. Moxxie was crouched nearby, looking equally frustrated and worried.

Ben: "Hey, you’re finally awake"

Blitz blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream as he pushed himself up. His head still felt clouded, and the warmth of the dream was a stark contrast to the cold, clinical environment he found himself in.

Blitz: "What- what happened?"

Moxxie: "You fell asleep, Sir. While we were in the middle of a fucking mission, you could've been caught sir if we didn't come to your rescue"

Millie: "Yeah, and you missed the whole part where we needed to get the hell out of there. You know, we had to drag you out, which wasn't fun"

Blitz rubbed his eyes, the remnants of the dream still lingering in his mind. He glanced around, taking in the reality of their situation, and then back at Ben, Moxxie, and Millie.

Blitz: "Oh, right. My bad"

Moxxie, standing beside him with arms crossed, gave Blitz a skeptical look. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly uneasy.

Moxxie: "It’s fine, Sir. At least you did eliminate the target, right?"

Blitz’s face tightened. He looked around, the satisfaction from the dream slowly fading into confusion. He clenched his fists, trying to remember the details of what actually happened.

Blitz: "Uh, yeah, I took care of the target"

Millie, standing nearby with a comforting hand on Blitz’s shoulder, tried to lighten the mood. Her tone was upbeat, though a hint of concern was evident in her eyes.

Millie: "Well, that’s something at least. We can leave with one successful mission under our belts"

Ben, leaning casually against a wall with a half-smile, nodded in agreement. His eyes, though, were calculating, as if measuring how much of the truth he could safely reveal.

Ben: "Yeah, totally..."

The group began to move away from the hospital, with Moxxie and Millie discussing their next steps. Blitz, however, lagged behind, his mind still swirling with the remnants of his dream.

Blitz: "Wait a minute... Something doesn’t add up"

Ben quickly interjected, stepping closer to Blitz with a reassuring tone.

Ben: "Don’t worry about it, Blitz. It's been a hard day for all of us; let's just head back... To hell..."

Blitz glanced at Ben, his expression conflicted. He looked back at the hospital, his eyes narrowing as if trying to catch a glimpse of something he missed.

Blitz: "Sure, my holes are tight from all the action, I just want to wind down..."

As they walked away from the scene, Blitz couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was off. The night air grew colder, and the satisfaction of the supposed success seemed hollow. Ben, walking slightly ahead, kept a careful eye on Blitz, his own thoughts masked by a casual demeanor.

After making it a safe distance from the supposed crime scene, Blitz lifted his arm. The Asmodean Crystal embedded in his hand shimmered, sending a beam shooting forth. Cracks appeared in the air, warping and twisting until they formed a portal showing the I.M.P office on the other side.

Moxxie glanced at Millie, giving a small nod and gesturing with his arm.

Moxxie: "After you, my lady"

Millie chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Millie: "Oww, thank you"

She stepped through the portal, disappearing into the office on the other side, with Moxxie following closely behind. Blitz let out a tired sigh, his eyes briefly darting back to the hospital as unease crept back into his mind. Shaking it off, he started towards the portal.

Then, his phone rang.

Blitz: "Huh, what's this now?!"

He yanked his phone out, his face twisting in annoyance as he turned away from the portal. Ben’s eyes narrowed, watching Blitz pace back and forth. The atmosphere tensed as Blitz answered.

Blitz: "Well fetch me a pole and stretch out my hole, Immediate Murder Professionals, how can I make your miserable day better?"

His voice dripped with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes, clearly not in the mood for whatever interruption this might be.

Ben watched as Blitz continued pacing, his steps taking him farther away until his words became muffled, lost in the distance. The only thing Ben could make out was Blitz’s body language- his eyes widening with excitement, his free hand slicing through the air in a sharp, slashing motion. A grin twisted across Blitz’s face, unmistakably predatory. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was probably another job offer, something wicked brewing in Blitz’s head.

Ben groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He was already fed up with the day’s events, but deep down, he knew how this worked. When duty called, no matter how irritating or bizarre, he couldn’t back down.

Ben: "Of course... another one. Just great"

He straightened up, mentally preparing himself for whatever bullshit Blitz was about to drag him into next.

Blitz punched the air in excitement, his grin growing wider as he realized he wouldn't be coming back with just one hit, but two. The first one had been a bust, but now he had a second chance, and he was pumped. Meanwhile, Ben slowly stepped towards him, tapping him on the back.

Ben: "What got you all pumped up?"

Blitz, startled, blinked at Ben like he’d forgotten he was even there.

Blitz: "Wait, why didn’t you go already? Did your slow ass miss the portal? Here, lemme make you another one so you can fuck off"

Blitz waved his hand, ready to summon another portal, but Ben shook his head.

Ben: "No, I’m fine. Just wanted to enjoy the view and see what you're up to"

Blitz paused, giving Ben a sideways glance. His excitement barely simmered down as he explained.

Blitz: "Oh, well, a client just gave us a new target. They want us to, well, you know... it’s in the name. So, I’ll just go make a corpse outta it"

Ben raised a brow, curiosity piqued.

Ben: "Without Moxxie and Millie? I thought they were your partners in crime"

Blitz scoffed, waving off the thought.

Blitz: "Nah, they already did enough. It’s just one easy fucking target. Lucky for me, it’s close by. Simple work"

Ben muttered under his breath, the memory of their previous debacles fresh in his mind.

Ben: "Yeah, like the rest"

Blitz shot him a sharp look.

Blitz: "What was that?"

Ben: "Oh, just said, so you don’t need my help?"

Blitz smirked, the sharpness in his eyes replaced with mockery.

Blitz: "Finally, you grew a fucking brain"

Ben rolled his eyes, feeling the cold night seeping through his t-shirt. He shoved his hands into his pockets, already bracing himself for another long-winded argument. But to his surprise, Blitz wasn’t done.

Blitz: "But, sure. I know you’re stubborn, and I’m feeling generous and good, so I’ll let you tag along. Just don’t make me fucking regret it"

Ben’s eyebrows lifted in shock. He scratched his head, unable to believe what he’d just heard. Had he used too much Pesky Dust earlier? Had he somehow fried Blitz’s brain for him to act this nice?

Still speechless, Ben nodded.

Ben: "Uh... alright, then"

Blitz was already pacing again, excitement bubbling over.

Blitz: "Let's get this shit done!"

Time Skip:

The scene cut to a quiet suburban neighborhood, the rows of nearly identical houses blending into the night. Near one of the houses, some bushes began to rustle before Blitz tumbled out, quickly slumping to the ground. Without missing a beat, he crouched down as if nothing had happened, inching toward the house stealthily. Ben, on the other hand, groaned as he got up from the bushes, his back aching from the crouching. He pulled a few branches from his hair, shooting a deadpan look at Blitz, who was already at the window of the lower part of the house.

Ben: "Couldn't you just wait for me? The house isn't gonna get up and leave, you know?"

Blitz paused, looking back at Ben and chuckling as he watched him struggle with the leaves and branches still stuck in his hair.

Blitz: "Sorry, kid, but I wait for nobody. Now hurry up and get your ass here"

Ben rolled his eyes, muttering as he trudged over to join Blitz.

Ben: "Yeah, easy for you to say..."

Blitz, ignoring Ben’s irritation, peeked through the window, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Blitz: "You ready to break in, or are you still whining about twigs?"

Ben raised his head just enough to peer inside the window, spotting a man and a woman sitting comfortably on the couch, the man’s arm resting casually around the woman’s shoulders. They were enjoying each other’s company, seemingly peaceful and content. Ben frowned, confused. This didn’t fit Blitz’s usual M.O., where the targets were bizarre or involved in something wacky that led them into a series of wild antics. This seemed… too normal.

Turning to Blitz, Ben tried to sound casual, though his confusion bled through.

Ben: "So, which one of them is the target? Or is this a two-for-one special?"

Blitz shook his head with a chuckle, standing up from his crouch and stepping away from the window. He dusted off his clothes nonchalantly before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper, handing it over to Ben. Ben stared at it for a moment, still confused.

Blitz: "Neither. Since you’re so damn curious, take a look. I wrote down all the info the client gave me about the target. Helps me remember, and makes it easier for Moxxie when he’s counting our kills for the week, really save me from his bitching to me"

Ben took the paper, unfolding it slowly, still puzzled as he skimmed the details. His brows furrowed as he tried to read over the description.

"Targit: Embrlyn Pinkl
Locashun: sum borin suburb in sum dum town, Rockvew USA
Descrptin: goth chick 20ish or sumthin
Enfo: She, uh, shiped Scrumblsun wit Shawfnan not Blorbozo like 7 yrs bak, n its like, insest or watevr, not rlly but she real mad or sumthin"

Ben stared at the paper, his face contorting with each passing second. The writing was barely legible, a jumbled mess of half-formed letters and smudged ink. It looked like someone had taken a blindfolded attempt at writing with their feet. He squinted, turning the paper sideways, then upside down, trying to make sense of it.

Ben: "What the hell is this? Did an illiterate, limbless monkey try their shot at writing? I can't understand shit for fuck!"

Blitz, who had already started climbing into a nearby tree to access a window on the second floor, shot a sharp glare back at Ben. His hands were gripping the branches as he skillfully made his way up, but the annoyance was clear on his face.

Blitz: "Oh, I’m sorry, professor. I literally kill people for a living, I don’t have time to worry about grammar!"

He swung himself up to the next branch, pausing to shoot Ben a smug look.

Blitz: "But if you wanna take a shot at this job, maybe you can tutor me on my writing skills while we’re fucking dodging bullets next time asshole"

Ben sighed, crumpling the paper a bit as he folded it back up.

Ben: "Yeah, real great defense there, 'I’m too busy murdering to write properly.' That’s totally why this looks like a toddler’s scribbles"

Blitz rolled his eyes, climbing higher as he muttered under his breath.

Blitz: "Just get your ass in gear, kid. The target’s not gonna off herself"

Blitz's smirk widened as he peered into the window. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he edged closer to the window.

Blitz: "Oh ho, ho. Bingo. B-Y-N-G-O"

He whispered triumphantly as he carefully crawled along the tall branch that led directly to the window. Blitz managed to squeeze through, slipping into the room with practiced ease.

Ben, however, had a different challenge. He jumped and tried to grip the tree, but its smooth bark offered no support. His hands slipped, and he unceremoniously fell back to the ground with a grunt.

Ben: "Ugh, great. I guess having claws like Blitz would be real helpful right about now"

Frustrated, Ben lifted his watch, ready to go alien mode to make up for his lack of climbing prowess. He glanced up at the window where Blitz had disappeared, debating which form would be best.

Meanwhile, Blitz’s smirk widened as he quietly slithered into the pinkish room, his eyes scanned the space, taking in the overly decorated mess of anime posters, plushies, and figurines scattered across shelves. The room screamed "obsessed fan," though Blitz couldn't care less about the specific details.

Blitz’s eyes narrowed as he focused on the target up ahead. He spotted a chubby girl with pink and blue hair sitting at a desk. Headphones covered her ears, and she was bopping rhythmically to the music playing inside. Her fingers moved gracefully over the keyboard, her eyes locked on the computer screen as she typed away, completely absorbed in her task.

Blitz slowly brought his red knife up, the metal gleaming in the light as he flipped it around to make it easier for a backstab. He took careful, measured steps, making sure not to make a sound as he prepared to strike. His focus was razor-sharp, his movements deliberate as he readied himself to end the target’s life with a single, precise motion.

Blitz: "I love killing, shooting things, I'll use a saw! I'll use a fork, too! Da dun, da da. I love killing things with any kind of weapon, give me a knife and I'll kill someone and today it's gonna be a stupid bitch!

He raised the knife, his eyes locked on the target, every muscle in his body tensed with anticipation.

Blitz: "Da-da ughn!"

Just as Blitz poised to stab, a faint shimmer caught his eye-a pendant around the girl’s neck began to glow softly. Before he could react, a holy force field expanded around her, rippling with a radiant aura. The sudden surge of energy hit Blitz like a wall, sending him flying backward. He crashed into the room’s decor, his knife skewering into a nearby Satan goat plush that was sitting beside the girl.

Emberlynn: "AAAHAHHHH"

Emberlynn's scream pierced the room as she jumped in shock, her eyes wide with terror. The sudden noise and the sight of the knife embedded in the Satan goat plush made her nearly leap out of her skin. The chair tipped over from her frantic movement, sending her crashing to the floor. Her headphones slipped from her ears, landing beside her as she scrambled to her feet, her heart racing.

She glanced around frantically, her gaze finally landing on Blitz, who was struggling to get up, still shaken from the force field’s impact.

Emberlynn's ragged gasps slowly faded, replaced by a soft, almost affectionate purr. Her eyes narrowed with a pink hue tinting her cheeks as she gazed at Blitz, a strange mix of surprise and something warmer in her expression.

Emberlynn: "Oh~"

Emberlynn slowly began to rise, her eyes locked on Blitz with a mix of confusion and curiosity. Her finger gradually lifted, pointing directly at him.

Emberlynn: "Oh my god! What… are you?"

Blitz grumbled, pushing himself up with a pained grimace, trying to shake off the disorienting effects of the force field. He glared at her, his claws at the ready.

Blitz: "I'm your worst fucking nightmare, bitch!"

Without warning, Blitz lunged forward, his claws extended, but as he closed the distance, the pendant around Emberlynn's neck began to glow again. The holy force field reactivated, shimmering with an ethereal light as it enveloped her.

Blitz slammed into the barrier, the impact sending him sprawling backward once more. He hit the ground with a thud, his frustration evident as he glared at the impenetrable shield that protected Emberlynn.

Blitz: "Fuck. How are you doing this? What is that?!"

Emberlynn, still partially dazed but now with a look of firm determination, took a step closer, her gaze never wavering from Blitz.

A sly smile spread across Emberlynn's black lips as she placed her hands on her hips, swaying them with a playful confidence. She clearly enjoyed sharing her knowledge.

Emberlynn: "It's official merch from 'Akuma no Otto.' It’s the pendant given to Setsuki in episode 5-6-9 that protects its wearer from-"

Suddenly, Emberlynn's eyes widened in realization. She stopped mid-sentence, her smile twisted into a more unsettling, manic grin, and she pointed directly at Blitz with a finger that trembled slightly. Her gaze locked onto Blitz, who shifted uneasily under her intense stare.

Emberlynn: "Wait, are you a demon? Like… a real demon?"

Blitz, still on the ground and visibly frustrated, stared back at her in annoyance.

Blitz: "Yeah, basically. Look, where did you even get something like-"

Blitz stopped as his attention snapped to the window as a green arm with firey hand gripped the edge of the stool, tightening around it with enough strength to make it creak slightly. Both he and Emberlynn’s wide eyes followed the movement as another hand appeared, pulling up a massive figure.

Swampfire emerged, his vine-like limbs flexing and stretching as he climbed through the window, towering over both of them.

Swampfire: "Hey Blitz, sorry for coming late"

As he descended inside, Emberlynn's smile stretched even further, her giggles intensifying. Her face flushed crimson, her eyes sizing up Swampfire, practically losing herself in a dazed, fantasy-fueled trance.

Swampfire continued to stretch, oblivious to the girl’s increasingly... intense reaction.

Swampfire: "I thought about using Ragtag to climb up, but I was afraid of accidentally lashing out and, you know, killing someone, but Swampfire’s good en- huh?"

Swampfire stopped mid-sentence, blinking in confusion as he noticed Blitz gesturing wildly at him, signaling for him to stop talking. His expression quickly shifted to concern as he tried to figure out what was going on.

Blitz gritted his teeth, whispering through clenched teeth.

Blitz: "Cut it out, plant boy, you're making shit... worse"

Swampfire’s eyes shifted toward Emberlynn, who was now openly staring at him like a starstruck fan, her breaths coming out in shaky, excited puffs.

Swampfire’s raspy, deep voice rang out nonchalantly as he surveyed the scene.

Swampfire: "Oh hey, you didn’t kill the, I assume, target? Huh, you waited for me. I’m truly flattered, Blitz"

Blitz shot him a deadpan glare, clearly annoyed.

Blitz: "I didn’t wait for you, you overgrown fucking weed. This necklace stopped me from finishing the job"

Swampfire raised a brow, glancing between Blitz and the grinning Emberlynn, who was now twirling a strand of her pink and blue hair while ogling Swampfire like he was a celebrity.

Swampfire: "So... you're telling me this is the target? Doesn’t look like much of a threat"

Emberlynn giggled again, her eyes practically sparkling as she took in Swampfire’s towering figure.

Emberlynn: "You’re even hotter than the demons in my anime! I can’t believe it! A real demon and a giant plant demon?! This is like... all my fantasies at once!"

Blitz groaned, facepalming.

Blitz: "Yeah, great, real charming. You wanna help me get rid of this human anime encyclopedia before she tries to marry us both or what?"

Swampfire chuckled softly, letting Emberlynn's compliments feed his ego. From Blitz’s frustrated explanation, he understood something about a necklace was preventing Blitz from hurting the girl, though the specifics didn’t matter. What mattered to him was that there was no real danger here, which meant he had no reason to stick around.

Swampfire: "You know, Blitz, it’s getting kinda late, and I’ve got some... errands to run, so I’ll just..."

He squinted, a sly smile creeping across his face as he pointed back at the window, clearly intending to make his exit. Blitz's eyes widened in horror, shaking his head frantically, not wanting to be left alone with this deranged anime-obsessed girl.

Blitz: "Don’t you dare leave me here you piece of shit!"

But before Swampfire could take another step, Emberlynn seemingly appeared out of nowhere, blocking the window with an almost predatory grin.

Emberlynn’s voice dripped with a disturbing, almost predatory excitement.

Emberlynn: "Where do you think you're going, Mr. Plant Demon sir? Aren't you here to steal a little kitten like me? Forced to be part of your demonic harem?"

Her eyes gleamed with an unsettling glint, and Swampfire's sly smile vanished entirely. He instinctively backed up until he was standing beside Blitz, who was equally panicked, though for entirely different reasons.

The thought of kidnapping a human and forcing them into some grotesque harem made Swampfire's face twist with disgust, his vines and bark-like skin recoiling at the very idea.

Swampfire: "Uh, no, that’s... definitely not what I’m here for. I'm not doing this harem crap again, not after that show incident"

His grimace deepened as Emberlynn’s unsettling gaze bore into him, inching ever closer with her twisted fantasies. He shot a quick, desperate look at Blitz.

Swampfire: "What the hell is wrong with this chick?!"

Blitz’s wide eyes darted around, clearly grasping for some kind of escape route or plan.

Blitz: "She’s one of those fucks who want to sleep with demons. No social life, writes fanfics about getting railed by hellbeasts all day. And now you’ve gone and made it worse, prick!"

His frustration was palpable, hissing under his breath as if Swampfire’s very presence had fueled Emberlynn’s delusions. Swampfire started to open his mouth, trying to think of a solution.

Swampfire: "So... you think maybe if I-"

Before he could finish, Emberlynn suddenly appeared in front of Blitz, almost nose-to-nose with him, her movements eerily fast. Blitz jolted back, caught off guard by her proximity.

Emberlynn: "So- what's your name?"

Blitz stammered, clearly thrown off by how close she was.

Blitz: "Uhh... Blitz"

Swampfire tried to edge toward the window, but Emberlynn’s sharp gaze snapped back to him, locking onto him like a predator spotting prey.

Emberlynn: "My new Master"

She purred, her voice filled with unsettling glee.

Blitz recoiled, eyes darting to Swampfire, as if pleading for some way to end this twisted nightmare. Swampfire, now cornered by her gaze, had to fight every instinct not to flee or set her ablaze- though both options were starting to look appealing.

Swampfire’s eyes darted toward Blitz too, his voice lowering with urgency.

Swampfire: "Blitz, do something..."

Blitz threw up his hands in frustration, glancing at the glowing pendant around Emberlynn's neck.

Blitz: "Uh, apparently I can't do shit while she's wearing that thing!"

He hissed, pointing to the necklace that had already thwarted his previous attack.

Swampfire shook his head, clearly not thrilled by the lack of options.

Swampfire: "You've gotta be kidding me, the hero of heros is stuck with a weirdo that's  convinced we’re in some demonic harem fanfic!"

Emberlynn giggled again, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she let herself sink to the floor in a dreamy daze.

Emberlynn: "Woah, they have heroes in Hell? And the hero of heroes of Hell itself is in my room? You must be one powerful demon~"

Her blush deepened as she melted into the idea, completely consumed by the fantasy of what Swampfire could do to her.

Emberlynn: "I-I don’t feel like myself. Are... are you... putting some sort of nasty spell over me?"

Swampfire and Blitz exchanged bewildered looks, both equally dumbfounded by the situation.

Swampfire/Blitz: "What? No, we're literally just standing here, lady"

Emberlynn, however, remained lost in her own world, not even registering their response as she continued to stare up at Swampfire with a mix of awe and infatuation. Swampfire grimaced, inching slightly away from her as Blitz just sighed in exasperation.

Blitz: "Great. Another demon-obsessed weirdo..."

Emberlynn’s eyes widened, and a sly, playful look crossed her face.

Emberlynn: "If you say so, master..."

She paused for dramatic effect, before giving Swampfire a lust-filled, mischievous grin.

Emberlynn: "I mean, daddy~"

Swampfire cringed immediately.

Swampfire: "Ew, don’t call me that"

But Emberlynn didn’t seem to hear him- or care. She slinked toward him on all fours, her eyes locked on his, while Blitz stood back, watching in stunned amusement.

Blitz: "Oh, thank Satan this isn't me right now"

Emberlynn slowly rose up, using Swampfire’s spikes to pull herself closer, locking her legs around his waist. Her arms slung over his broad shoulders as she leaned into his chest, bringing her face close to his.

Emberlynn: "But when you look into my eyes..."

Swampfire stood there, his bright green eyes twitching as her face inched closer. The sheer absurdity of the situation almost made him snap.

Swampfire: "So this is what it feels like to be on the receiving end of anime fan service..."

Before he could process any further, Emberlynn suddenly slapped him across the face. Though the slap barely registered for him physically, he blinked in even deeper confusion.

Swampfire: "What the-?"

Emberlynn dramatically leaped back, crossing her arms with a blush spread across her cheeks, staring at him like he had just committed some unspeakable act of temptation.

Emberlynn: "NO! You demonic brute! I'm too pure of heart for you to corrupt!"

Swampfire, now even more bewildered, shot a glance at Blitz, who was barely holding back his laughter, enjoying every second of the chaos.

Blitz: "Oh man, this is gold. Daddy's in deep now"

Swampfire tried to remain calm, though his patience was clearly thinning.

Swampfire: "Lady, I haven't done anything to you. I’m not here to corrupt anyone!"

Emberlynn raised her chin, her arms still crossed defiantly.

Emberlynn: "Oh, you're just playing hard to get. But I’ll break through those demonic defenses. You’ll see, daddy~"

Swampfire: "For the last time, stop calling me that"

Emberlynn dramatically clutched her chest, her eyes wide as if Swampfire’s rejection had pierced her heart.

Emberlynn: "As you wish, master..."

Swampfire’s eye twitched, finally snapping.

Swampfire: "No, fuck this! And your weird Kentucky fried fetishes! I’m not even a demon!"

Emberlynn: "Wait, what?"

Blitz’s eyes widened in panic as he realized what was about to happen.

Blitz: "Kid, please don't-"

Before Blitz could stop him, Swampfire slammed the Omnitrix on his chest. The familiar sound of transformation began, and a blinding green light erupted from Swampfire's body. Blitz, having been through this before, shut his eyes just in time. But Emberlynn, completely unprepared, was blinded by the sudden flash, stumbling back with her eyes squinting shut, her voice raising in a mix of confusion and, oddly enough, pleasure.

Emberlynn: "Ah! I've been cursed by my master for disobeying him~!"

As the light faded, Ben returned to his human form, arms spread wide and a deep frown etched on his face.

Blitz opened his eyes, already regretting what had just happened.

Blitz: "Great, just great. Now I'm her only target!"

Emberlynn, still half-blinded from the flash, blinked several times before her eyes finally locked onto Ben. Her smile quickly faltered, and her face twisted in disgust as she swayed toward him.

Emberlynn: "Huh? No... it can't be! A human? Where's my big fire daddy?!"

She scanned the room frantically, clearly expecting Swampfire to still be there, her face falling with disbelief as reality hit her.

Ben: "Yeah, sorry to disappoint, but your 'fire daddy' isn’t available right now"

Blitz snickered from the sidelines.

Blitz: "Looks like someone’s fantasy just went up in flames"

Ben shot him a glare, but Emberlynn was still fixated on her disappointment, almost pouting.

Emberlynn: "But… but I don’t want you! You’re so… normal!"

Ben, clearly done with the situation, sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

Ben: "Geez first Kai, and now you? What's with you girls and wanting to fuck aliens"

Blitz, with a wicked grin, muttered under his breath.

Blitz: "And demons too, don't forget that"

Emberlynn: "Wait a second… how did you turn into a demon? Now that I think about it... Maybe we can salvage this~"

She swayed toward Ben with renewed interest, her eyes gleaming mischievously. Ben, looking increasingly uncomfortable, threw his hands up in frustration.

Ben: "For the last time, I can turn into aliens, not demons! How hard is that to understand?!"

Blitz, leaning against the wall with an amused expression, casually interjected.

Blitz: "Uh, kid, this is the first time you’ve explained it to her"

Ben paused, processing Blitz’s words, then let out an awkward chuckle, scratching his head.

Ben: "Oh… yeah, I’m just used to everyone knowing that back in my universe. Sorry 'bout tha-"

Before Ben could finish, Emberlynn suddenly lit up, her excitement barely contained.

Emberlynn: "Wait, aliens?! Oh my god, I love sci-fi movies and aliens! Can you turn into one of those tentacle aliens?!"

Her voice was filled with enthusiasm, completely missing Ben’s look of horror. Blitz couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Ben’s mortified expression.

Blitz: "Tentacle alien? Oh, this just keeps getting better"

Ben: "Oh hell no!"

Emberlynn continued without missing a beat, stars in her eyes.

Emberlynn: "C'mon, it'll be fun~!"

Ben's eyes narrowed, his muscles tensing as Emberlynn's words sank in. Taking offense to the implication of using his powers for something so vile, he stomped forward, his frown deepening with every step. Emberlynn’s playful expression quickly morphed into one of fear, her eyes widening as Ben loomed over her.

Ben: "I'm Ben Tennyson, the savior of the universe. While you’re rotting in your room, writing fanfics and obsessing over your delusions, I was literally fighting gods to keep my universe from being destroyed! The Omnitrix is used to save people, to defend the weak and the feeble! And now you dare ask me to use it for such disgusting, selfish crap?! From someone like you?"

Ben’s voice grew more intense, and Emberlynn shrank back, trembling as he towered over her, continuing his tirade.

Ben: "You think this is a game, huh? Stripping us down, reducing us to empty shells for you to lust over? What the hell have you done for your universe? Yeah, that’s what I thought-nothing but rot in here with your greasy, disgusting, smelly fantasies"

After his impassioned rant, Ben stood there, his chest heaving with anger. Emberlynn, instead of feeling the weight of his words, suddenly lit up, her fear replaced by an expression of admiration.

Emberlynn: "Wait a second… your backstory… It’s so rich! The way you talk, so emotional!"

Ben blinked, his anger replaced by confusion.

Emberlynn: "You just gave me so many ideas for my next fanfic! Oh my god, this is gonna be good"

Blitz snorted, trying not to laugh as Ben groaned, running a hand down his face in pure disbelief.

Ben: "Of course she’d take it that way…"

As Emberlynn launched into a rant about her various fanfics, Ben stood there, his arms crossed, trying to tune her out. Yet, despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help but listen to bits and pieces of her overenthusiastic rambling. He rolled his eyes, but somewhere deep down, a small part of him felt an odd sense of familiarity.

Emberlynn: "...And then in chapter 23, of course the demon prince has to save the princess, but they can't just kiss yet because-"

Ben’s brow furrowed, but his mind drifted. He couldn’t deny it-he was a little intrigued, not because of the freakish content she was spewing, but because it reminded him of… a very cringe phase in his life. Back when he was younger, obsessed with Sumo Slammers, he used to write his own fanfics too.

His lips quirked slightly. Of course, his fanfics were nothing like the weird, sexual stuff this freak was spewing. His were about epic battles, the heroic triumphs of Sumo Slammer-pure, innocent action-packed stories. He remembered crafting tales of epic duels, filled with honor and cool moves.

For a brief moment, he was back in his room as a younger teen, scribbling down scenes with Sumo Slammer defeating his foes, saving the day. He inwardly cringed at the memory, embarrassed by how seriously he took it all, but also fond of the simpler, more innocent time in his life. A time when he took the watch off and didn't have to care about aliens, demons, and... whatever the hell this was.

Ben: "Man, I was a dork back then… but at least I wasn’t this bad"

He muttered under his breath.

Emberlynn continued her monologue, oblivious to Ben's moment of nostalgia.

Emberlynn: "Oh, and don’t even get me started on the alternate universe fanfics! I have whole timelines where the demons have to-"

Ben snapped back to reality, shaking his head.

Ben: "Yeah, this chick’s on another level..."

Blitz’s eyes narrowed, his wicked grin widening as he savored the moment. His mind raced with the absurdity of a plan-both dumb and genius that he just concocted and he couldn’t help but feel a bit proud.

Blitz: “Say, you sick fuck”

He muttered under his breath, making his way toward the window, his tail snapping quietly against the floor. He crept along, eyes darting toward Ben, who had his usual look of confusion mixed with annoyance.

Ben watched with growing concern. He recognized the scheming look in Blitz’s eyes but couldn’t pinpoint what the imp was plotting. His feet shifted as he instinctively began edging closer to Blitz, unsure of what was about to unfold.

Blitz: "I didn’t tell you, did I?"

Blitz hissed in a sickeningly sweet tone, his voice dripping with fake charm.

Emberlynn: "Oh? Hmm, Nope! Do tell, Blitzy-kun”

She responded, her voice sickeningly giddy, cheeks flushing as she hung on his every word.

Blitz grimaced, the disgust evident on his face, but he pushed through.

Blitz: "Uh, did you know if you throw Ben your, uh… necklace? Yeah, your necklace. He'll, uh, turn into an alien prince and grant you a wish or something-yeah, something real special, for someone like you"

His words were hurried, each more ridiculous than the last.

Ben’s eyes widened in disbelief as he turned toward Blitz.

Ben: "Wait, what?! What the fuck are you blabbing about? Do you seriously think-"

Before Ben could finish his thought, Emberlynn’s eyes lit up with an almost terrifying glimmer of hope. Without hesitation, she reached for the pendant around her neck, using Blitz's knife to snap it clean off.

Emberlynn: "Anything for you, my prince! Please, grant me this wish-I want to stay with you forever in Hell!"

She cried out dramatically, tears streaming down her cheeks as she threw the pendant with all her strength, eyes filled with a delusional sense of purpose.

Ben scrambled, trying to intercept the pendant, his arms flailing as he staggered backward.

Ben: "Caught it!"

He exclaimed, but the momentum of his backward steps sent him tumbling. His back slammed into the window, and Blitz, with impeccable timing, flicked his tail around Ben’s ankles, yanking his feet out from under him.

Ben let out a startled yell as he crashed through the open window, tumbling into the dark street below. Emberlynn gasped, rushing to the window in horror.

Emberlynn: "Oh no! No, my alien prince, the forces of evil have finally caught up to you!"

She sobbed dramatically, her voice cracking as she turned, leaning back against the wall in despair.

But when she turned, she froze.

There was Blitz, standing there with his knife, hovering dangerously close to her neck. The tip grazed her skin, almost drawing blood as he flashed her a predatory grin.

Emberlynn: "Huh? What are you going to do to me?"

She whispered, her voice trembling now, caught completely off guard by the sudden shift in Blitz’s demeanor.

Blitz leaned in, the knife resting more firmly against her throat.

Blitz: "Bitch, the real question is- what will I not do to you?"

He snarled, his voice dark and dripping with malice.

Blitz leaped out of the window, his claws gripping the tree trunk tightly as he nimbly descended to the ground. He landed beside Ben, who was rubbing his head with a groan of frustration.

Ben: "Man, I'm really clumsy today. Guess I really fell for her"

Blitz chuckled lightly, his eyes shifting to the pendant Ben was holding . Ben glanced around warily, then quickly pocketed the pendant.

Ben: "So, are we heading back or…?"

Blitz's eyes shifted from the crackling portal in the air, revealing the office on the other side, before returning to Ben with a resigned expression.

Blitz: "Oh, uhh... Mission over. This is too fucking weird for me"

Ben raised an eyebrow, confusion evident on his face.

Ben: "Wait, really? So you're just-"

Before Ben could finish, Blitz gave him a shove toward the portal.

Blitz: "Alright, get in"

Ben’s eyes widened in surprise as Blitz pushed him through the portal. Blitz followed close behind, before the portal snapped shut.

Time Skip:

The scene cut to the reception room in the I.M.P. office. Loona was at her post, a small red book cradled in her arms. Her eyes were glued to the pages, completely absorbed in her reading.

Blitz was pacing back and forth, his face a mix of frustration and amusement. On the phone, he sighed heavily, rubbing his face as he recounted the absurdities of the last mission. The memory of the deranged fan nearly overshadowed the challenges of the previous jobs.

Blitz: "Hey, yeah, it's done. So you can go ahead and wire me that money now, and I'll go ahead and never think about this night ever again"

Blitz paused, listening to the response on the other end before ending the call. He put the phone back on the receiver and plopped down in his chair, shaking his head with a mix of exasperation and disbelief.

Blitz: "What a night. Two out of three, not bad, but not enough, shit"

He let out a deep sigh, leaning back and rubbing his temples. Loona, still engrossed in her book, gave a faint, amused glance in his direction before returning to her reading.

The scene cut to inside the Hazbin Hotel, where Ben was unwinding on the couch, a small smile of fulfillment on his face from his recent heroic deeds. His peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted by a series of loud knocks on the door.

Ben: "Huh?"

Ben frowned at the persistent knocking and reluctantly got up from the couch. He trudged over to the door, twisted the handle, and opened it, expecting a routine delivery or a guest.

Ben: "Hey-"

His face fell into a blank stare as he saw the visitor: a light blue-furred cat-like demon with wings and three eyes, who bore a striking resemblance to Emberlynn.

Ben shook his head, trying to ignore the unsettling similarity.

Ben: "Hey, how can I help you-"

As Ben's words trailed off, Emberlynn burst through the door with an exuberant leap, her three eyes sparkling with excitement. She grabbed Ben in a tight embrace, her wings fluttering slightly as she buried her head in his chest.

Emberlynn: "I'm here, Ben!! I learned that you live here! I'm here for you, my love! I'll be by your side forever!"

Ben’s eyes widened in shock, his posture stiffening as he tried to process the unexpected and overwhelming hug. His hands hovered awkwardly, unsure of whether to push her away or reciprocate.

Ben: "Oh, man..."

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