Y/N grabbed the chair that was in front of him and sat down at the meeting table where Moxxie, Millie, and Loona were at.

Blitzø: So... You got a name, kid?

Y/N: Yes. I'm Y/N L/N. But, my friends call me N/N.

Blitzø: Nice name.

Y/N: Thanks. My mom picked it for me.

Blitzø: Mhmm... Anyway, I'm sure that you were trying to get comfortable before a certain "someone" hit you in the head.

Moxxie: *eye roll*

Y/N: Actually, I was trying to find something to eat. I didn't want to be a bother.

Blitzø: *laughs*

Y/N: Hm?

Blitzø: You? A bother? Come now. Don't think like that.

Y/N: R-Right.

Blitzø: So, out with it.

Y/N: What?

Blitzø: Come on. Tell us about yourself. Coke on. You know you want to.

Y/N: ... As much as I want to, I can't. It's too painful to remember.

Blitzø: Well, can you tell me about yourself? Like, what do you do for a living?

Y/N: ... I don't want you guys to laugh at me.

Blitzø: Ah, come on. You gotta tell us something.

Y/N: Okay. ... Well... I'm a scholar. When I was up there, I had a job up there where I study the Earth's environment and its secrets. I know that it sounds lame, but it's an important role when it comes to learning nature's anatomy.

Millie: Well, I'd say that you look like you've gotten the hang of this scholarship.

Y/N: I have. Since I've graduated middle school.

Blitzø: Right. And is scholarship really all you know?

Y/N: Oh no. Not really. When I was 16, I took some karate lessons in order to learn how to fight.

Blitzø: Right.

Loona: Well, apparently, you've been doing it a lot to the point where you've grown muscles.

Y/N: Huh?

He then looked at himself.

Y/N: How'd I miss this?

Blitzø: Hey, focus!

Y/N: Right. Sorry.

Moxxie: So, how'd someone like you end up in Hell? You look too... innocent.

Y/N: ... I can't remember. I don't know how I got here. Nor do I remember why I'm in Hell, anyway.

Millie: Really? Nothing?

Y/N: No. All I remember is... *shakes head* No. No. No, I can't. I'm sorry, but I don't want to think about it.

Blitzø: Does it have something to do with how you lost your parents?

Y/N: ... How the hell do you know that?

Blitzø: Um... Lucky guess?

Y/N: ... *sighs* Yeah. Something like that.

Blitzø: Right.

Millie: Well, maybe you snapped and went on a crazy rampage after your parents died?

Y/N: Like I said, I don't fucking remember and I don't want to talk about it!

Millie: O-Okay...

Y/N: Sorry. I'm not feeling like myself the way I normally do. But, I just arrived in Hell and I don't have a place to sleep or stay. Hell, I can't even find a fucking job!

Blitzø: *gasps* A job, you say? Well, what if I were to tell you that there is a bit of a job opening?

Y/N: Huh?

Moxxie: What?! Sir, you can't seriously be thinking about hiring him!

Blitzø: And why shouldn't I?

Moxxie: First of all, he's too innocent to kill people. Second of all, he's a scholar. Who the hell wants to have a scholar in this place?

Y/N: Hey! I told you, scholarship plays an important role in life!

Moxxie: Yeah, in life, but here in Hell? That's meaningless.

Y/N: I'll have you know, dickhead, that I find my job super important and valuable!

Moxxie: Well, that's no wonder why you don't have a job.

Y/N: *clenches fists* Watch your tone, fatty!

Loona's ears twitched and perked up after hearing Y/N call Moxxie fatty.

Moxxie: What was that?

Y/N: Did I not speak clearly? I said, "Watch your tone, fatty!" If you don't have anything nice to say, then shut that pie hole of yours and back the fuck off!

Blitzø: Hey, kid! Kid! Settle down. No need to get a sudden outburst. And you, Moxxie, better do what he says.

Moxxie: Hmph!

Y/N: I'm sorry. "Moxxie"? What kind of name is "Moxxie"?

Moxxie: My mother gave that to me since I was born.

Y/N: Oh, yeah, fatty? Well, back off! I do not want to leave a bad impression. And I know that you don't. That's why people call you "fatty".

Moxxie: *points at Loona* She's the one who calls me "fatty"!

Y/N: Really?

Loona: Hey, you live by the name.

Moxxie: I'm not fat!

Y/N: Maybe not, but that suit makes you look fat.

Loona: *stifled laughs*

Moxxie: Grr!

Millie: Moxxie, calm down. N/N's just trying to have fun and lighten the mood.

Moxxie: By insulting me?!

Y/N: She's right. Come on. Lighten up.

Moxxie: Hmph.

Loona: Well, I thought it was pretty good.

Y/N: Thanks.

Loona: ...

Millie: I'm Millie. Moxxie's wife.

Y/N: Really? Well, nice job, Mox.

Moxxie: ... Thanks.

Y/N: *looks at Loona* And you are?

Loona: I'm Loona.

Y/N: Seriously? Loona?

Loona: Yeah. Why?

Y/N: Nothing. I really like that name. Loona... It suits you.

Loona couldn't help but blush and look away as she played with her hair a bit and smiled.

Loona: *blushing* Th-Thank you. I like yours, too.

Y/N smiled and Blitzø smiled, too.

Blitzø: Ahem. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. You say you're jobless, right? Well, maybe we can hook you up with a... janitorial job.

Y/N: I'm sorry. A janitor?

Blitzø: Yeah. I mean, we do tend to leave messes behind every time we come back from a murder, so...

Y/N: ... *sighs* Welp, anything's better than nothing. But, where am I gonna stay?

Blitzø: You can stay here if you want. The couches are comfy to sleep on.

Y/N: Alright. I guess...

Blitzø: Then, it's settled! Welcome to the crew, N/N.

Y/N: ... Thanks. I need a moment.

He then stood up and walked away. Loona watched as he did and smiled.

Millie: Loona, are you smiling?

Loona: What?

Millie: I saw you smiling a few seconds ago.

Loona: Sh-Shut up! No, you didn't!

Millie: Wait, so you admit that you smiled?

Loona: I said, shut up!

Millie: Alright. Just messing with you.

Blitzø: Honey, it's alright if you did. To be honest, he did seem like a decent man. Plus, he did manage to make you laugh. Come on. Smile a little.

Loona sighed and smiled.

Blitzø: There ya go. See?

Loona: Heh. Whatever, I guess.

Meanwhile, Y/N was at a window, looking at the city.

Y/N: *sighs* So far, it's been pretty good. Blitzø doesn't seem like a bad person. Moxxie is... Well, he's difficult to get around. Millie, she seems like a reasonable gal to talk to. And Loona... *sighs* I don't think I'll ever get used to that. Honestly, she looks... beautiful. Although, it doesn't look like Loona's had much experience in friendship. ... Maybe... If she's up to it, I could offer her a hand. However, I don't think she's the kind of woman to engage in a conversation with anyone. If anything, she'd rather be on her phone and do her thing, which I respect. ... I don't know why I'm feeling like this. I've never felt like this before. Plus, she's a hellhound. Then again, I'm a hellhound, too. Well, part hellhound. Heh. Goddamnit, Loona. You're truly something else...