This is the second part of the spooky Hazbin Hotel oneshot, involving Blitzo, Striker, and Fizzarolli. Here, Striker starts to hypnotise Blitzo into his control ... and doesn't mind mentally torturing his victim during the process! Poor Blitzo doesn't realise what's happening until it's too late! 😬😬😬 I hope that you guys like it! 👍

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Blitzo just rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance, as he shot a derisive look at the cowboy.

"Me? Care for that fame-loving, prissy jerk in bells?" the boss imp spat. "If you believe that then you're more frickin' delusional than I first thought! You saw how we were brawling outside earlier, Striker!"

Blitzo, obviously, was quick to improvise; and pretty convincing when he wanted to be! The aforementioned cowboy had to give him some credit for that!

The boss imp, though, couldn't help shooting a momentarily concerned glance down at the unconscious Fizz. A glance that Striker unfortunately caught. The right edge of the cowboy assassin's mouth turned down slowly in a sneer as he inwardly laughed at the glance.

Pathetic, just pathetic. Even when insulted, Blitzo still cares for that cringy clown. He should have higher standards than that! Striker thought in both amusement, and some irritation.

Then ... an idea suddenly came to the cowboy imp's mind. A pretty twisted one, but potentially workable idea, nonetheless ...

Maybe ... maybe I could show Blitz here the error of his ways? He's only acting this way because he doesn't know any better ... but I do.

A very, very wicked grin then spread across Striker's face, unnerving the boss imp a lot.

Blitzo only needs the right friend, the right partner.

The cowboy imp chuckled softly under his breath ... a truly chilling sound, given the circumstances.

He might be stubborn about changing, but I've a few tricks up my sleeves, Striker thought, as he took a deep breath.

"Do you really think that jester deserves to be let off though?" the professional assassin abruptly purred to Blitzo ... in a smooth, charismatic tone of voice.

Before the boss imp could react, Striker swiftly grabbed Blitzo's collar and tugged him against the bars. Caught off guard, the boss imp struggled mightily against Striker's grip, but was forced to look him directly in the face.

Blitzo frowned slightly with confusion as he stared into Striker's glowing, spiral eyes. Were the cowboy imp's eyes brighter than usual, or was that just him?

"Why do you care so much for Fizzarolli anyway?" Striker continued. "He obviously doesn't care about you; not since that circus fire you caused ... oh so long ago." The boss imp's eyes widened hugely in shock at this ... much to the sick amusement of his captor.

"How the bloody heck do you know about the fire?!" Blitzo demanded ... with a hint of wariness. Striker just chuckled lowly.

"Let's just say ... I did my research", he hissed, his claws slowly inching their way around Blitzo's throat. The aforementioned boss imp gulped slightly at the feeling, unease in his expression.

This psychopath's been bloody STALKING me?!

Quite the unsettling thought ... especially since it was Striker! Striker chuckled again, his glowing eyes brightening even more.

"Poor, poor little Blitz. What a terrible fire that was, eh? It scarred you badly, destroyed your circus home ... and so much more", he purred mockingly.

"Your mum: dead. Your past best friend: Fizzarolli ... body mangled and life ruined. Your dad ... cast you to the kerb, literally! Abandoning his own son like that ... he must have really hated you ... then again; you were never his favourite, right?"

Tears filled Blitzo's eyes as his face crumpled in misery. The boss imp hated crying in front of anyone ... especially his enemies ... but he just couldn't forget it!

The endless praise of Fizzarolli's numerous talents, alongside endless scolding and mockery of Blitzo's. Cash Buckzo's selfishness and constant manipulation. His own father giving Fizz a birthday card which read "WISH YOU WERE MY SON—"

Blitzo grimaced and frantically shook his head in a pitiful attempt to clear his mind of the traumatic memories. He also tried to blink it away ... but something about Striker's spiral eyes was making it hard to ... which was a bit odd.

Taking a huge breath, the boss imp put on a scowling expression as he looked back at the cowboy imp.

"If you think that you can break me by rubbing my bad past in my face, you've got another thing coming, Striker!" Blitzo scoffed. "I've completely left it behind; it has no affect on me at all!

To be honest ... his words would have been more convincing, if the cowboy imp hadn't seen him almost break down just now. Striker merely laughed ominously, causing the boss imp's scowl to turn to a worried frown.

"No, I don't think that you truly have ... Blitzo!" The cowboy imp's spiral eyes shone like lamps as his voice turned darker.

"I think that you're just deluding yourself. You try to act like the bad stuff in your life never happened ... while partnering up with the weak and worthless in a sappy attempt to make yourself seem like the best! Rather pathetic, really."

Blitzo's immediate reaction was to try to retort, but he strangely felt unable to. The boss imp's mind felt like it was slowly becoming numb and cloudy ... as well as his reactions. Seeing Blitzo's now slightly dazed expression, and faint golden light in his eyes ... Striker felt both emboldened and relieved.

It's working.

"While working for the vermin's father has 'pocket money' benefits, I'll admit", Striker continued, his voice going back to its charming tone. "I'd much prefer to just work with you, Blitzo ... just us together."

The cowboy imp then smirked and leaned even closer ... to whisper coaxingly in the boss imp's ears.

"Think of all of the advantages that such a partnership could bring, Blitz. Go on ... imagine it."

The last sentence somehow seemed more like an order than anything else ... but Blitzo wasn't thinking about that now. The boss imp was trying his best to not think about such 'advantages', but the thoughts flooded in regardless ... as the golden glow in his eyes grew stronger.

Working alongside an equal ... no more losing ... everyone will respect him ... him and Striker being the most dangerous beings in Hell ... wait, wait a moment!

The boss imp's eyes widened in fear as he realised that those didn't sound like his thoughts at all! What the heck was going on?! Looking deep into Striker's alluring eyes, Blitzo finally realised the truth of what was happening ... and went white in the face!

A truly devilish, nightmarish grin almost split Striker's face in two as he practically basked in Blitzo's pure horror at the knowledge.

"I have to admit that this ability is not something that I boast about, but I always enjoy using it when he have to", he quipped, snickering sadistically.

"Always."

Already anticipating the 'attempted escape', the cowboy imp sprang into action as the panicking Blitzo suddenly tried to wrench himself away, with all speed!

Striker quickly changed his grip from the boss imp's neck ... to his horns, yanking him hard against the bars for a moment! Just hard enough to daze Blitzo further.

Said imp's struggling died down as he collapsed slightly in his posture, while still facing Striker. Satisfied that his current victim was still relatively 'restrained', Striker returned to a relaxed posture in front of Blitzo.

"Even though I don't really boast about it, I have been tempted to use this power more than once in the past ... believe me", the cowboy stated, winking at the boss imp. Blitzo did believe him ... after all, anyone at this point would!

"Mainly on Moxxie, though. I go to bed every night, thinking of one day using this ability to make him squirm like a maggot in the dirt, under my command!" Striker sighed happily at the thought, a genuine smile on his face. "It always works in getting me to sleep."

Somehow, the genuine smile seemed more terrifying than the cowboy imp's evil smirk.

Blitzo usually was very calm in dangerous situations, but this was beyond dangerous at this point! He had to get out of this, somehow!!!

The boss imp then tried to use his tail to swat Striker away ... only for the cowboy's own tail to quickly lasso it and pin it down firmly. Striker just tutted mockingly at Blitzo, chuckling as the boss imp desperately tried to rip his tail from the cowboy's tail's grip.

"Deary me, wanting to leave so soon, Blitzo? No, no, no! We're only just getting started!" Striker said, chortling wickedly. The cowboy imp's voice then got softer and 'friendly' in tone, as Blitzo's surroundings began to grow fuzzy.

"I still can't understand why you still hang around with those losers in Imp City, Blitzo? All they ever do is just create more and more problems for you! You can surely do better than them!" Striker pointed out, in a mock-helpful voice.

If you were Blitzo in this chapter ... what would you do next? Just curious? Vote and comment if you like it! 👍