Chapter Text
The days since Blitz had started sleeping at the office were starting to blur together, and before he knew it, it was already Friday.
“Shit…” Blitz woke up on a pile of pillows and blankets and some plush owls falling to the wayside (don’t ask), wrappers from snacks and take out (again, don’t ask), and of course the faithful white noise of Ghost Fuckers still playing in the background.
“Damn—when did I fall asleep…” Blitz softly muttered to himself, sitting up to see a half eaten burrito on his chest, “oh yeah—didn’t finish this…” before scarfing down the other half.
Blitz hissed a little with the acid reflux once again flaring up, “fuck— where is the chalk?” he whined, rolling over to dig into his desk’s drawer, “fuck— I’m all out— already?”
Letting out a pitiful whine, Blitz calls out for help. “Loooona!”
Didn’t take long for her to come peek into the office, “you decent?”
“I’m dyinnnnnng,” Blitz whined, “I’m out of tums…”
“No way you went through the four bottles I got yesterday,” Loona came into the room then, “no fucking wonder— what the Hell have you been eating?!” she gestured to the alarming layer of take-out bags and cups littering the office.
“It’s not my fault they’re doing growth splits— or whatever the fuck they called it!” Blitz grumbled, fumbling with his top that was starting to ride up, “fuck— when did this happen?”
“When you ate a few weeks' worth of food,” Loona grabbed a trash bag and began to clean up, before noticing the trashy TV show playing.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake why are you still watching this?”
“Your dad has needs, Loony,” Blitz grumbled as he finished off the cheese fries he was hiding on the other side of his blanket pile.
“We need to get out there and get some customers in– somehow!” Loona opted to use a broom for the rest of the trash.
“Look we’re just in a little dry spell– next week the humans have that shopping holiday and I’m sure that will bring some vengeful bitches down here,” Blitz shrugged, “we’ll have our own Black Friday sale.”
Loona let out a groan, “okay– fine— at least clean up in here— and stop watching these trashy human shows…”
“As soon as you stop using your moon night-light, missy!” Blitz threw back.
On that note, Loona let out a grumble before shutting the door with a little extra force.
“He’s been awful sad since the breakup,” Millie sighed as they picked up the coffee orders, “he’s been in a slump all month.”
“Loona has been just letting him do whatever— we need to put our foot down and tell him he needs to be the Boss and do something,” Moxxie neatly folded some bills into the top jar.
“Hon, we ain’t his parents, and he ain’t a kid neither,” Millie patted Moxxie’s shoulder, “he’s just going through it lately— maybe he needs something to get him excited again.”
“Business slowed down so much after Hallows Night that we had to start pulling from the savings, Millie. We can’t exactly afford to wait for Blitz to get excited— we need something now.”
Millie frowned a little, not sure what she could do. She never seen Blitz in this state. So… unraveled.
But it's been a few weeks, business has been slow, and work was expected to pick up very soon, so maybe Blitz just needed time to… relax?
Millie and Moxxie made their way back to the office to be greeted by Loona, “oh cool, a pup cup.”
“Is Blitz up?” Millie asked.
“Yeah,” Loona guzzled down the other drinks, “fuck I need more coffee…”
Millie went into the office to talk to Blitz while Moxxie began to tidy up around the office, “so I take it he still hasn’t gone home yet? What, you guys got a bat or spider in the apartment again?”
“None of your business,” Loona grumbled.
Before Moxxie could argue, Loona’s ears perked up when a sinner walked into the office, “uh— is this I.M.P.?”
“Oh hello!” Moxxie perked up, “yes you are in the right place! Let me go get one of our forms for you!”
Moxxie sprinted to the table as Loona sat down at the receptionist area, “we don’t need to do all that, who do you need dead?”
“Well…that’s a good question…” the Sinner dragged on, drumming her nails on the table, “I don’t know who exactly killed me, I was murdered by a ghost at this haunted hotel.”
Moxxie poked his head out from the pile of paperwork, “a ghost?”
Loona let out a groan and leaned into the intercom, “Blitz, we got a client.”
“Tell them to go fuck off!” Blitz snapped over the intercom, before the sound of Millie rushing on as well, “don’t! We’ll be right out!”
Millie and Blitz soon came out, getting a rundown.
Blitz lazily slumped his head on the receptionist desk as Millie greeted the client, “hello there! I'm Millie, what bastard can we kill for ya, hon?”
“Well helloooo, I'm Rita,” they drummed their nails on the counter, “and oh I have a juicy one for you, so, I went to go see this fortune teller-”
“No one gives a shit about the backstory, skip forward,” Loona grumbled, gnawing on coffee beans.
“Oh right,” Rita nodded, “so, I was in this hotel and suddenly a ghost killed me!”
“Ghosts aren’t real—” Millie tried to reason, but was immediately cut off by Blitz.
“A ghost, you say— well– a job is a job— tell me, did it have a big dick?” Blitz eagerly brought the client into his office to pry out more information.
Loona let out a sigh, “dammit.”
“Well at least he's out of the office!” Millie grinned, “okay, Moxxie! What you thinking for this one?”
“Perhaps the culprit is hiding behind a supernatural phantom to prey on his victims?” Moxxie pondered, “sounds like we have a mystery to solve!”
After Blitz took down more info and accepted payment, Moxxie of course had his own line of questioning he’d chosen to lead with. The only problem was the Sinner wasn’t able to offer much of anything else that they saw before their untimely demise.
“Alright gang— this is an all-hands-on-deck mission here!” Blitz came out of the office, dragging a big box, “Loony, dear, help me with this, will ya?”
“What the Hell do you think you're doing?” Loona snarled under her breath as she shoved Blitz back into his office, with care, of course.
“Look– first job in a week– the team could use a boost in morale!” Blitz wandered over to a chest in the corner of the room, “and I have just the thing for it to seal the deal and make sure this mission is a bust!”
“Dont you mean not bust? A bust means it failed,” Loona corrected.
“Loona, words are hard sometimes, don't correct me– half of my brain power is going to these non-tit suckers— and besides, someone is definitely gonna bust, as in bust a nut–”
“Okayyy fuck, forget I asked,” Loona groaned, rolling her eyes in mild annoyance. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” She peeked over Blitz’s shoulder as he dug through his floor chest, bells went flying and bobbing on the floor, some squeak toys, pipes, and a kitchen sink. Before long, he made a little mess on the floor when he finally found his spray paint cans, giving them a little shake to see if they’re still full.
“Oh yeah,” Blitz snickered, “I’m sure!”
“But— shouldn't we maybe— maybe I can just go with Moxxie and Millie, you could stay here.”
Blitz turned around, hands on his hips, “and miss out on a good dickin’ down of a ghost? Yeah, fat chance! Look, it's cute you’re worried about your old man, but c'mon!”
“Ghosts aren't real,” Loona crossed her arms, “whatever is in that hotel is probably some creep, and sometimes we get caught in pretty nasty crosshairs.”
“Oh relax, we’ll be all together,” Blitz pulled out a vibrator and tested it.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Loona winced, shielding her eyes.
“Don't be a prude, it's a ghost detector, it starts to vibrate more when you're in the right direction,” Blitz put it away, “okay! This should hit the (G) spot!”
Outside, “Ghost Fuckers” was crudely spray-painted on the side of the van as Millie loaded a box into the back, “What the Hell is in this thing?”
“Oh, don't worry, just some essentials,” Blitz then plopped a box of snacks in the back, “and can't forget these bad boys!”
“Just how long do you plan on us being there?” Moxxie eyed the box of food warily.
“Oh, just for the night, came prepared!” Blitz wagged his tail before patting the side of the truck, “Alright, gang! Load up!”
The van nearly smashed into a row of tombstones as they arrived on Earth, and the sun was slowly beginning to set. Blitz hopped out of the van as he threw on his disguise, “What the fuck are you wearing?” Loona questioned, now sporting her human disguise.
“This sexy little getup here belongs to the one and only Bethany GhostFucker, paranormal ghost— humper— she has a show on Earth, they give stars access to everything. They let you do anything when you're a star–”
“Don't you dare,” Moxxie deadpanned.
“Grab them by the pussy!”
The three groaned as Blitz let out a manic cackle, digging into a box to pull some more things out.
Blitz shoved t-shirts at each of them, “and you guys will be my cameramen and spectral investigators!”
“Is that why you have like— twenty pervy cameras in this box?” Loona peeked into the box.
“Paranormal investigators typically set up cameras to catch any ‘ghostly’ sightings,” Moxxie explained. “So we’ll use this to our advantage to catch the target!” He seemed genuinely interested in the idea of a full investigation.
“We don't have all week to wait,” Blitz got out some gear, “I'm doing this Bethany’s way!”
They arrived inside the lobby of the “One Star Wonder.” As they approached, the wrinkly, thin man at the concierge desk greeted the group.
“Well, aren't you quite the bunch!” The thin man eyed the group.
Loona eyed the man herself, “uh huh— so anyway–”
“Welllllll~ Helllooooo~” Blitz shoved his way to the center, “Bethany Ghostfucker— heard you have some ghostly hauntings you need taken care of, and I’m looking to get stuffed like a sausage. Maybe we can help each other out, if you know what I mean–” Blitz shoved his poorly made I.D. into the innkeeper's face.
“Ew– uh– ah yes– that Ghost Hunters show–”
“Ghost fuckers–”
“Ghost Hunters, yes, I’ve heard of you. About time someone gets to the bottom of this! They’re killing all my guests!” The rawboned man spread photos of the murder scenes on the counter.
Moxxie leaned in and observed the photos, “is it alright if I have these for the investigation?”
“Sure, whatever, I have copies,” the man scoffed.
“We will also need a room, preferably with a bed~”
“Make that two separate rooms-” Moxxie leaned in.
“Adjoining rooms–” Blitz shoved Moxxie aside, “do you have honeymoon suites? These two are horny rabbits.”
“I'm going to puke,” Loona sighed.
Once the gang got things set up in the rooms, Blitz called everyone to attention, “Okay, gang, time to Scooby Doo this shit and fuck those ghosts!”
“I— I don't think that's how that–”
“Moxxie, shut the fuck up, you're killing our vibe, okay— so— Moxxie, you can stay in here and play with your stupid inspo board for whatever sad lonely party you're having-”
“It's a clue board, I'm gathering evidence and clues about the murderer-”
“Don't careeee– any-whooo I'm gonna go find a ghost to have an orgy with, so Millie I need you to come pose as my good old camera gal who I can go wherever I want with!”
“You mean so we blend in with our disguises, maybe catch our killer off guard–”
“And Loony here will make sure Moxxie doesn't fuck up our fun, sound good? Good!”
“Hmm I guess having two eyes on the surveillance isn't too bad,” Moxie decided, giving the Hellhound a doubtful look. “As long as you're actually paying attention and not texting the whole night.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah says the guy who's wasting post-its and string on that stupid clue board, I'll actually do my job and keep an eye out for the obvious suspect and not spend a week jacking off, jackass,” Loona sat in front of the wall of monitors, kicking back in her chair.
“THAT WAS ONE-”
“Moxxie, no one cares,” Blitz jumped back in. “So! How’s my ass? Is it alluring enough to entice a vengeful spirit?” Blitz bent over and stuck his ass into Moxxie's face.
Moxxie quickly shoved him away. “Sir, for fuck’s sake, STOP IT!”
“You look good, Blitz,” Millie told him, already pushing Blitz out of the room. “Now let's go and get this job done, okay? We got a lot of floors to cover!”
“According to the recent local newspapers, these occurrences began on All Hollows’ Eve, something that could easily be overlooked… but to continue weeks after…how peculiar?”
Moxxie wore a look of deep concentration on his face as he laid out the possible suspects on the board, “Who would have motivation to shut down a shitty hotel that’s one inspection away from crumbling at its very foundation?”
“You think that weirdo who runs this place isn't a suspect?” Loona lazily turned to look at the clue board, “he looks like he wants to touch kids…”
Moxxie let out a scoff, “why, of course not! We have no reason, as of yet, to believe that a respectable businessman like himself would risk his establishment by killing random guests. That's a poor business practice!” Moxxie pieced more clues together, “No, it can't be that simple, there has to be more to it!”
“He's probably some pervert, that reeks of clove oil,” Loona scoffed, turning her head back to the monitors, letting out a chuckle, “heh, Blitz and Millie interrupted some old couple and now they’re chasing them around.”
“I'm glad you find this all hilarious,” Moxxie scoffed, “typical.”
Loona turned back around with a snap, “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what I said, you know, we could have been out there looking for real jobs and actually be putting money on the books instead of indulging Blitz by letting him camp out in the office all week and watch trash TV. Instead, you want to let him run this company to the ground. I know you think you'll be okay, but some adults actually have bills to pay and don't get to smooch off of their ‘daddy’ for everything!”
“I'm not mooching– and fuck you!” Loona snarled, getting up from her seat to tower over Moxxie, “How about you worry about keeping your wife satisfied so you're not back on the street like Blitz found you!”
The two stared at one another, Moxxie wincing a little, and Loona…well… taking a hint she may have taken things a little too far, she simply looked away then. Turning back around, she grumbled under her breath and began to clean up the drink she knocked over.
So far, things weren't going too well. You wouldn't be able to tell based on how distracted Blitz was with this new persona, however.
After being chased around by a good number of guests, they thought that this surely would draw out the attention of the killer.
Unfortunately for them, they hadn’t had any luck there yet.
The two hid away in crammed vents, Millie trying to brainstorm what strategy to try next. “Dammit– okay– so…I'm thinking we can maybe go to some of the rooms with the long-term guests, maybe we can catch them in the middle of plotting, maybe we should have started from the vents–”
“Ooh yeah! Maybe catch a ghost getting it on,” Blitz started to peek into rooms through the vents, “oh shit Millie, that old couple is getting freaky–”
“Blitz! Will you focus! C'mon!” Millie huffed.
Blitz rolled his eyes and crawled behind Millie as she continued to theorize, “those other folks that were killed like Rita seemed pretty random, just folks outta town, traveling alone, maybe it was spur of the moment, perhaps–”
Blitz was fiddling with the ghost tracker (definitely not just a vibrator) and hummed and nodded as he was still distracted, bumping into Millie.
“SATAN DAMMIT BLITZ!” Millie snapped, turning around and whacking him upside the head with it, “We've got a job to do! Bills to pay! I don't want to keep playing Ghost Hunters-”
“It's Ghost Fuckers–”
“I WASN'T DONE!” Millie snarled, “I've been patient and lettin’ you make it a game and have your fun with it, but we need to get this job done! So if you want to fuck around all night, be my guest! Someone's gotta be the grown-up here, I guess!”
Millie shuffled down the vent, turning a corner.
Blitz snarled, “fine! Go! I'll just do this by myself! I bet I'll find them before you do! Don't need you anyway!” Blitz snarled, grumbling as he went in the other direction, muttering angrily to himself.
“You know what– that's fine– more dick for me— she can- c-can just have Moxxie's little baby dick and I get to have big ghost dick, maybe I can find a big Eldridge one—” Blitz’s stomach growled.
He reached into his pockets trying to find any protein bars, only to find he was fresh out of them, “dammit– shoulda grabbed more crab cakes from the kitchen…”
As he kept crawling, his stomach rumbled louder. Of course, the pill spitters had something to say about it.
“Okay relax– I'll just find the kitchen from here, don't flip the fuck out,” Blitz grumbled, before his palm slipped, his face hitting the floor of the vent. Goo smeared all over the vent and his face.
Blitz winced and try to make out what he’d slipped on, “what the fuck? This is some funny-smelling shit– what the fuck is this?” Moments later, he felt himself sliding back, like the vent was turning downward. Heart skipping a beat, Blitz scrambled to cling his claws into the ridges of the vent, “shit– Millie!” His heart was full-on pounding now, “Millie! I can't hold on! HELP! MILLIE! I need help!”
Blitz burst out of the vent, hitting the floor of a long hallway, “ah fuck– my ass–” When he’d recovered from the tumble he’d taken, he sat up. That’s when he spied Millie standing further down the hall, “fucking shit– Mills.”
He stood up and limped over to Millie as he rubbed his thigh, grabbing her shoulder, “didn’t you hear me–”
When Blitz pulled on her shoulder, he was met, to his horror, with a Millie whose jaw was dislocated, “you always need help Blitz!” Her voice was gravelly, making Blitz fall back on his ass.
He kicked his hooves back, getting up to run, only to be ambushed by other Millies, appearing from all sides and circling him like sharks in the water. They all looked like they’d met their death, and quite gruesomely.
And…becuase of him.
“That's all you do Blitz, you take and take and take until folks are all used up or dead…”
Blitz’s chest ached from how hard his heart was hammering as he ran, his calf muscles on fire as the floor collapsed underneath him.
He fell harshly onto a cold metal table, crimson chains strapping him down around his ankles, wrist and neck.
“AH FUCK!” Blitz struggled against the restraints, seeing the fluorescent lights flicker above him.
“Demon scum, repopulating, well…” the gravely voice of the agent chuckled darkly, “we have just the thing!”
Blitz gasped, feeling his chest tighten. Then came a terrifying sensation akin to sharp claws that were starting to slice him open from the inside out, “no—no STOP! Don't touch them!”
“Aw look at him, so protective…” the woman agent cooed in a mockingly sweet voice, running her angelic blessed blade faintly across Blitz’s abdomen, “you're so complex, aren't you?”
Blitz squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a whoosh of air come gusting over him. He opened his eyes then, to see a distorted image of Jezebelle, shifting from when she was young, to the present day, and a horrifying image of her dead.
“Why did you have to make things hard?” She asked, holding a scalpel in her surgical gown, “You’re going to cause such a stir…we’ll all be executed for this…”
“No— no– I just— I changed my mind!”
“Funny,” Fizz’s burnt face popped up over Blitz and the table, “you throw our kid away like trash but keep these two? What's so special about them?”
“No– that was different— it wasn't the time–”
Fizz sneered harshly at him. “Figures, you left me to die, and suddenly it wasn't fun anymore, huh? When you knew you’d have to do it all alone!”
“Because, Blitz…” Jezebel stepped closer to the table. “That’s what scares you more than anything, doesn’t it?”
Everyone close to him mocked, “you don't want to do it alone, Blitzø!”
Barbie’s face appeared as she shouted alongside the others: “But that’s exactly what you’re gonna be!!”
Blitz suddenly woke up on the floor, feeling lighter… younger even.
He sat up and looked down. His middle was flat, and he was wearing his old performance uniform. Looking down the dark hallway ahead, he saw a warm light glowing bright at the other end. And a familiar figure appeared, stepping into the light.
“Mom!” Blitz sprinted to her, hugging her tightly, “I had the worst dream! You were gone– I hurt Fizz– Barbie hated me— I ruined everything—-”
She pulled him into a gentle embrace, petting his back, “shhhh ahhh it was just a dream.”
Her soft voice made his whole body relax, “Ma– I screwed up— I'm in trouble…”
Blitz looked down at his flat stomach, knowing the impending storm he would need to deal with, “me and Fizz…”
“This is your life…” her voice started to drip with gravel, Blitz looking up, suddenly terrified, as he was met with green glowing eyes, her hands holding his face starting to disintegrate in green flame.
“This is all your fault…” a voice said, as green flames began to engulf his mother like a ravenous beast.
“No— no I can fix it!” Blitz started sobbing, hands pawing frantically as he desperately tried to hold her together, to no avail. And she decayed rapidly before his eyes.
“Mom! Mom, NO Mommy I’m sorry!!! I’M SORRY! DON’T GO!”
Once Loona cleaned up some of the stuff she’d accidentally knocked over, she settled back into the chair and scanned the monitors.
Sitting up, she studied each screen again, “oh no, no, no– shit! Lost track of him!”
Loona reached for the walkie-talkie, “Blitz where are you guys? Copy?”
There was a static buzz, Loona butting the bottom against her palm.
“Hmm I guess they’re not working,” Moxxie looked at his, noticing it didn't transmit Loona's message, “I guess that's why they were on clearance.”
Loona tried calling Blitz on his phone, but there was a steady beeping tone.
“Where the fuck did they go? This shit hole isn't that big!” Loona muttered as she frantically scanned each monitor, before flickers and static washed through the network of screens, “fucking piece of shit!”
“Probably some shitty electrical wiring combined with typical interference, don't freak out,” Moxxie let out a sigh, approaching the cables to try to get them back on.
“It was fine until now– and I don't see them– fuck I knew this was a bad idea! It's too fucking risky” Loona grumbled.
Moxxie paused and looked to Loona, “what do you mean it’s too risky?”
Loona paused, looking at the screen still, the static noise seemingly mocking her.
“Just help me get this back online, if we can't get this up in ten seconds, I'm going out there,” Loona began to mess with the wires herself then.
“No, no, no,” Moxxie insisted, “you know something, don't you?”
“Can you let shit go and focus?!”
“You know something– if Blitz is in trouble– if something is wrong– you need to tell me– Millie and I have a lot riding on this business and if–”
“See this is exactly why he can't tell you guys shit, you're ready to fucking bounce when shit gets rough!” Loona snapped.
“No one said we were leaving! But if there is something happening– if he's sick– cursed– dying— then we need to know, Loona!”
“I'm handling it– you need to just get off his fucking back, okay?”
“No, you're not handling it, you're letting him do whatever he wants and that’s not helping the way you think it is— Loona, I want to help, but I can't if you don't let me.”
Loona looked down at Moxxie, her ears going flat.
“He's pregnant.”
Moxxie blinked, “Loona, this is serious-”
“I am being serious!” Loona snapped, “If you opened up your eyes instead of tearing him down every five seconds, maybe he would've felt safe telling you guys.”
“You're serious- no fucking way– how– when– for how long?!”
Loona looked at the monitors, noticing they’d finally come back online. But to her dismay, there was no sign of Millie or Blitz. Frowning, her fur stood on the back of her neck, “I still don't see them—ugggh fuck I don't like this!”
Loona shifted into her human disguise and put her guns in her holster.
Moxxie slipped on his beanie and followed Loona out, “Where was their last location?”
“I think by the kitchen– shit!” Loona ran down the halls, Moxxie staying close behind. She lifted her nose in the air, trying to sniff for Blitz’s scent, “I can't smell shit! Fucking essential oils all over this damn hotel!”
The halls were becoming narrow now as they ran. Before long, Loona felt the air shift and run cold, the lights flickering on and off.
Loona whipped her head around, “shit– Moxxie– where the fuck did you go?!” She panted, looking around, squinting, her hellhound form slipping back.
“Shit— was I running too fast? Fucking imps and their short legs…” Loona looked all around and pulled out her cell to use the flashlight, “Moxxie?”
Loona's ears shot up as she heard small screeches coming from down the hall. Practically sprinting, she burst into the room to find Blitz in a bed, bundling two blankets.
The room they stood in was lavender, gold trimming… similar to…Stolas's palace.
Blitz was focused on the two infants in his arms, as they cooed and hooted.
“Dad? …you had the babies?” Loona slowly walked in, “when did– where was–”
“Oh Loony,” Blitz looked up, “there you are! Back from all those parties huh? Don't worry! Stolas is moving us into his palace! Everything is okay now!”
Loona raised her brows, then jolted a little as Stolas walked past her, “By ‘us’ he means himself and the twins…I'm afraid there isn't room for…mutts like you…” Stolas said, looking down his beak at her. “Don’t fret now, maybe you'll be of use in the barracks with the other hounds…”
“Oh yeah, silly me,” Blitz chuckles, “but hey! Isn’t that great? You get to be on your own! And I get my real family, it all worked out the way I always wanted!”
“Wait– no–” Loona felt herself shiver, “I–I’m your family?”
Blitz and Stolas shared a laugh, but the way Blitz chuckled was so unsettling it sent a chill down her spine, “oh Loona, I have a real one now! You’re just my adopted daughter. Just like you always say, right? Nothing more.”
“N-no…” Loona felt the room stretch, Blitz and the twins becoming further and further away, Stolas stood in between them, “I have it all handled from here now, that will be all. You are dismissed.”
Loona’s chest pounded as she was left in the dark in an alley, feeling small like a pup again, “Dad– daddy no— I'll be good! Don’t– don't kick me out! Let me stay! Please! Please let me stay!” She covered her face in both paws as she began to sob. “Dad!”
Not too far away, Millie was eager to get to the bottom of it all, before coming across a room she had spotted from up in the vents. It had knives laid out on the nightstand and human blood-stained clothes laid out on the bed, “bingo…”
Crawling out of the vent and landing on the floor, she scampered over to investigate, when suddenly, the light flickered on and off.
“What the…?” Millie looked around before seeing a long metal hallway.
“...Fuck?’
She stepped forward, dagger still in hand.
Moxxie's shivering voice called out, “when were you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what? Moxxie?” Millie raised a brow, “Hon, where are you? Did you find the guy?”
“We can't have a family because of you…” his voice sounded betrayed, “you ruined it all…”
Millie opened the door at the end of the hall, to a scene of her younger self playing out before her eyes. Her long black hair was styled in a braid as she stared down at something on the sink.
A pregnancy test.
It didn't take long before Chaz stumbled in, bottle of vodka, “hey baby you coming back to bed, I used your card to order some more Chinese—”
He froze, gawking at Millie.
“I– I thought we were careful–”
He was gone before she could finish.
“You killed it,” an echoing voice taunted.
Millie winced, “I— that was before— before I was ready— it wasn't supposed to— break me–”
“You really think you can be a mother?” Moxxie's voice twisted.
Blitz appeared from out of the shadows, “you're a killer, Millie, that's all you're good for. Just a simple farm hick from Wrath. All you Wrathian women are good for is killing and having babies. But you blurred those lines up real good, didn’t you?”
Millie felt herself shrink, surrounded by doubts, “you're just a brute, all you do is take life away, never to give…” Blitz taunted.
Millie’s eyes widened, “no!”
She kicked the apparition away and used her dagger, “that's bullshit!”
Snapping out of it, she found herself back in the original hallway, “you can't trick me…” she huffed, gathering herself, before her attention was yanked away by the broken sobs she heard down the hall.
“I’m sorry, Mom!” Blitz cried.
“Blitz!” Millie called out, finally stumbling upon the room he was in. She saw him curled up in a corner, sobbing into his arms, “Blitz! Are you okay?!”
Blitz looked up, tears flooding his face, he kicked at the floor, pushing himself back further in the corner, “no! Just go! Leave! I already— already ruined everything—”
Millie knelt down, “Blitz– what are you talking about?”
“You– I ruined your life— I– keep… fucking things up…”
“Blitz… you didn't fuck up… and you didn't ruin my life…”
Blitz shuddered when her gentle hands rested on his shoulders.
“You know, I've had a lot of regrets in my life… hoping to do better, be better… be confident in myself. B, you saved my life when I was at my lowest…”
Blitz paused, sniffling, rubbing his eyes, “w-what?”
“When you found me…in Greed…I wasn't able to make it out there… alone… but you found me, saw the potential in me I had inside, welcomed me for who I was…”
She scooted closer, “I thought I had to be stone cold, act hard, to survive. Left me too many tears, too many lonely nights… but you taught me I can be anything I want to be, to be more…”
“Mills…” Blitz dug his snout into his arms, “you don't gotta try to make me feel better.”
“I ain't trying to do nothing, Blitz. You need to hear the truth. You changed my life, for the better… just look, look at this life we’re buildin’! Look where we started and where we are now! I know things may look a little glum and slow, but look how far we’ve come… I have a husband, a career and the best friend I could ask for, you did that B, you did all that… don't ever let yourself believe you ain't nothing… we already have those assholes working against putting imps down… don't make their job easier…”
Blitz looked down to see Millie holding out his mother's broach, “Oh, you dropped this in the hallway, by the way…”
Blitz cupped it in his hands, giving it a small kiss before reattaching it to his collar. Millie wrapped her arms around Blitz, “you're not alone, B, we’re all here, we’re right here, and we ain't going anywhere.”
“What if we lose everything…” Blitz asked, his puffy eyes looking to Millie.
“Then we figure out how to keep going, us Wrathians– or rather Imps… and Hellhounds– we don't give up just like that… we find a way. And with the fuckin’ spittin’ image of resilience leading us…I know we’ll always bounce back. Most importantly, together…”
Blitz rubbed his eyes, using his shirt to help dry them faster.
He felt faint flutters from the twins, making him choke back another sob.
“I thought you just needed a little push…dealin’ with your heart gettin’ broken… ain't never easy…” Millie explained, “so when you kept all this goin’ and goin’ and goin’… especially with… Bethany… I wasn't sure how to help with that… I always depended on you to keep movin’… without us givin’ you that push.”
Heartbreak.
Yeah, only if that was the only issue. That was barely breaking the surface.
“It just felt like… history was repeating itself…” Blitz shrugged, “I guess I thought… I would make it easier…easier for you to leave…”
Before I have to tell you.
Tell you how much I am over my head right now.
I have no idea how I'm going to make this work.
Dragging everyone into his shit with him…it just didn't feel right.
And now those fears being played back at him like a horror film? Didn't help.
“Well, you can't get rid of me that easily,” Millie smiled, “like it or not, you're stuck with us, M&M’s a whole package deal…we’re with you through thick and thin.”
Would she still feel that way?
If she knew?
“You and Moxx–” Blitz shook his head, “you two need to look after yourselves too, you guys want to build a life…a family…”
“Yeah,” Millie sadly nodded, “but you and Loona are also our family, you gotta know that…”
Family.
“I… I'm sorry– just— there’s so much to say…” Blitz rubbed his temples, “I don't know where to even start…”
“Wherever you want to, B” Millie smiled even more, before a rumbling came from the halls, lights flickering again.
Now wasn't a good time.
They had an asshole to kill.
“It's gonna have to wait,” Blitz got up, dusting off his pants, "we got a job to do!”
Millie grinned, “Now that’s the Blitz I know!”
Four Years Ago
Breaking out of Prison wasn't the hard part.
It was actually exciting.
Moxxie felt so useful, showing off his lock-picking skills and knowing how to handle any gun that dropped in his hands.
Blitz was impressed.
The two finally made their way back to a white van. Blitz shuffled around in the back, digging out some spare clothes and giving a few of them a sniff test, “Okay I didn't piss on this one, here ditch the orange, it's not in season.”
Moxxie found Blitz oddly charming, in a weird dumpster-diving gremlin kind of way.
They stopped at a coffee shop on the way back home, Blitz giving him a run down, “you know it's not much, but we got this little place in Greed, but we like to keep it moving, makes getting contracts easier.”
“Bounty contracts, interesting field,” Moxxie sucked on his coffee, “I heard it's pretty competitive.”
“It is,” Blitz drums his claws on the wheel, “that's why it's good to build a team, makes you more available.”
“I take it that it’s hard to have time with a kid,” Moxxie looked at his clock, “you don't think your baby sitter bailed do you?”
“Oh they better fucking not have,” Blitz grumbled, “or she's not getting paid!”
Soon they arrived back to a rundown little corner where a bar, pharmacy and definitely not a prostitute corner all coexisted in an odd sort of harmony.
Blitz took off down an alley and began to scale the fire escape.
“This is how we get in?” Moxxie looked around, questioning the location already.
“Eh I don't like taking the other way in, owe some homeless assholes money, this is easier.”
“Oh…okay…”
They made it up to the fifth floor and Blitz shimmied the window open.
“Loony! Daddy is home! Brought a friend!” Blitz called out, “oh got you a pup-cup too!”
Moxxie looked around, seeing some chew toys scattered about.
That was kinda sweet, he adopted a hellpup?
As Blitz walked into the back of the small apartment, Moxxie studied the interior. Noticing it had decent room but was mostly rundown, what with the leaky pipes, torn wallpaper, and questionable electrical work.
Moxxie spied tons of Beelzejuice bottles hastily thrown into the trash bin. Frowning, he peeked into the kitchen to see a tall Hellhound shove some other bottles down the garbage disposal.
“Oh hello– I take it she's already in bed? Glad you're still here—”
“Oh great, where the fuck did he find you?” The hound looked him up and down. She definitely struck him as something of a questionable babysitter. With the dyed streaks in her hair and the ratty clothes she was wearing— unless that was the style…the band shirt?
‘Fuck You Dad’
That's…that's a band?
“Oh uh, well, ya know, it’s kind of a funny story—”
Blitz came into the kitchen, “ah there you are Loony! Where the Hell did the babysitter go??” Blitz gave Loona a tight hug, and she instantly shoved him away.
“I'm almost 19— I don't need a fucking babysitter!” Loona snarled.
Blitz crossed his arms. “Uhhh yeah you do. There are fucking creeps all over the neighborhood— hey– wait, are you drinking again?” Blitz noticed the bottle, “Loony! We talked about this!”
“Wait— this is your daughter?”
“Adopted!” Loona stomped away, “and that dumbass sitter bailed after you didn't come back on the third night…”
Blitz frowned, “Loony! I got back as soon as I could!”
Moxxie felt dumbfounded as he was left alone in the kitchen.
Well, technically, Blitz wasn't lying.
He did have a daughter.
She just…wasn't as little as he thought she would be.
Moxxie had decided to make himself useful by helping to clean up the apartment; it was the least he could do, after what Blitz had done to help him out.
Although the apartment was in quite the decrepit state, Moxxie did what he could to help make it feel a little cozier. He put up patches to cover the exposed pipes, lit candles, added a splash of color with curtains and some plants, and a few decorations here and there.
Blitz and Moxxie got along well.
Well, Moxie didn’t have much to use for comparison there, but even so, they worked pretty decently as roommates.
And Blitz was always spouting off big ideas, great ones even!
Even though Moxxie would question how well planned out and practical his ideas were, he did what he could to support his ambitions.
Although it was challenging to share a space with a grown man and his adult daughter.
Having to share a bunk bed with Blitz wasn't exactly…what one would call pleasant. Especially when he would occasionally bring random hookups home late at night.
~
“Sir— I'm in here…” Moxxie frowned from his bottom bunk.
“Okay, sorry, did you wanna watch?”
“No! Can you do that somewhere else?”
“Out in the living room? Of course not–”
“Hey, I'm just gonna leave, this is killing the vibe,” the woman sighed, putting her pants back on.
“Oh Satan damnit— thanks a lot, Moxx!”
~
Despite the hiccups, things were becoming a little better week by week. Moxxie shared family recipes with Blitz, and enriched his culture with the captivating art of musical theater. Although Blitz and Loona were often held hostage to it, oddly enough, it gave them something to trauma bond over.
Loona and Blitz were laughing more together.
Did he do that?
Helping them bond?
Or was it just at his own expense?
Something to laugh at…
Something to blame for their misery…
“Sir, are you still awake?” Moxxie asked one night, having been alone a bit too long with his thoughts.
“No.”
“...Can I ask you something?”
“For the last time, Moxxie, I'm a top, so that's why I get the top bunk–”
“No– I wasn't going to ask that,” Moxxie scoffed, giving a small frown, “actually… I was going to ask you… What made you do all of this?”
There was a stunned silence that followed.
“Do what, exactly?”
“I mean…” Moxxie played with the edge of his blanket, “do this line of work…adopt Loona… take me in…”
Blitz was quiet.
Too quiet.
“Why are you here, Moxx?”
He didn't answer him. How rude.
“I…well… I'm not sure… still figuring that out… I guess…” Moxxie shrugged.
“Something told me you didn't have anything to run back to…” Blitz said quietly, tone losing every bit of its typical sarcastic edge.
Sincere.
Something told Moxxie that it was the same for Blitz.
“It's hard out there… with nothing…” Blitz said.
What Moxxie would give to see the look on Blitz's face in that moment.
“Same for Loona… she didn't have anything either…” Blitz said, shifting slightly on his bunk, the metal creaking a little, “she's my whole world…in this fucked up one we were all born into… makes it a little easier to not go at it alone.”
His whole world?
She meant that much to him?
Wow.
…he wondered if he would ever mean that much to anyone someday…
Moxxie came to, rubbing the back of his head as he sat up, “ah– what the fuck hit me…” before looking on the floor to see a broken light that had knocked him out.
“Daddy I'll be good!” Loona's cries made Moxxie sprint into action.
“SHIT” Moxxie sprinted, trying to pinpoint where the growls were coming from, “I'M COMING LOONA!”
When he found her in the middle of the hallway, Loona was hugging herself, sobbing, as her eyes glowed a bright green.
“Loona— what in the blazes…” Moxie gasped.
Of course—he knew the telltale signs—
An Infestor.
Their practices for feeding off fear were banned in Hell— they were only really allowed to do so under strict supervision in prisons—
But it would seem this one had set up shop topside…
Growing up in Greed, that was something you always had to keep an eye out for. Luckily for Moxx— and Loona, he knew what to do. It all came down to becoming aware of the insecurities and accepting them. Accepting that you are not powerless.
The only problem was that he wasn’t exactly sure what the young hound could be terrorized over. The only hints in reach were in her whimpers as she tugged at her ears, “don’t leave me!” she cried.
Who knows what the abrasive, ever guarded Hellhound meant by that…Hell only knew…but one thing he did know, is that Loona didn't want to be alone.
And that was one thing they definitely had in common.
Well, with at least minimal knowledge of how to handle this on his side, now he just had to get that infestor demon to unlatch from her somehow…to give her a fighting chance to come back to reality.
The downside?
There was no sacrificial lamb, it was just him.
The shit he does for family.
For Loona, she was still in her very own personal Hell, until a new voice began to faintly brush her sensitive ears, making them twitch as she looked frantically in the dark, looking for it.
A speckle of light dancing down the void, the voice grew louder and louder.
“You're not alone!” the voice called out, “Loona, snap out of it!”
Loona heard a gunshot, snapping back to he present, finding herself in the empty hallway once more. She saw a shadowy figure leap away from her and ambush Moxxie before she could even utter “What the fuck!?”
Moxxie fell to the floor and started to convulse, the gun pointing up towards Loona now.
Loona stood still, stunned silent. Then it hit her.
The hallucinations, the odd smells. Was the essential oils supposed to mask something?
Shit. It was.
They were dealing with an infestor demon, and one just possessed Moxxie right in front of her.
Moxxie’s body snapped up, bones popping and cracking, “oh, isn’t this interesting? He sees right through you too. How much of a thorn in his side you are…just a snarling little stain on everything.”
Loona pulled out her gun, “yeah nice try, I don't really give a shit what Moxxie thinks of me.”
“Ahhh, right,” the demon snickered, looking at the gun in Moxxie's hand, “funny how he's so loyal to you all…yet…you couldn't care less what happens to him, could you? Sad, isn't it Moxxie, you're just as worthless as your old man thinks…”
The demon holds the gun up Moxxie's temple, “Maybe we should clean up after ourselves? Take out the trash, once and for all.”
“Fuck— what do I do— shit—” Loona looked around, her mind hurriedly trying to piece together a plan. But there weren’t many options at her disposal.
“You’re worthless…wretched, spineless little scum—just a little wad of gum they’d like to scrape off their shoes and be done with,” the demon taunted through Moxxie, “everyone wishes you were dead–”
Fuck.
Fuck!
“No don’t listen to that motherfucker— Moxxie you’re not blowing your brains out— you’re not going to get out of this bullshit this easily! Dammit Moxxie!”
Moxxie’s hand trembled as he tried to resist the gun moving against his skull, “don’t pity him…he isn’t worth it,” the voice mocked.
“Fuck—shut up! No, we need you Moxxie!” Loona shouted, “before you, Blitz barely knew how to cook food that actually tasted good— and didn’t taste like it came from a fucking soup kitchen— and your decorating— you know how to make a place not completely feel like shit— you know that fucking thing– uh–feng shui that you do, and now the horses aren’t overwhelming the apartment, and the office— you did that!”
Moxxie’s eyes flickered green and red, as his fingers twitched uneasily against the trigger.
“Y—You taught me how to clean a gun— like the proper way— and that like— totally saved us thousands of dollars each year!”
Moxxie’s teeth gritted; he was losing the fight. How much longer could he hold on?
You're in the way, Moxxie, always have been. Can't be a man? Can't satisfy your wife? Sire little brats? But Blitz can? He's a man, taking charge, starting a company…so many accomplishments. He can survive and build from nothing. But you? No. Never. Privileged little shit who ran away from daddy because he was mean! And look what you traded that for… go on. Finish the job. Let Millie have a real man. She can play mommy to his kids and won't need your worthless—
Loona’s eyes watered, “dammit— dammit Moxxie— you’re not worthless– you hold us accountable— no matter how annoying- or how much shit we give you for it— Blitz actually listens to your input! I see him stewing over your ideas and taking them into account – he may not say it but he does! We need you—I NEED YOU!”
With a guttural scream, Moxxie wrenched the gun away from his head, firing a shot into the wall. The green light exploded from his eyes, mouth, and chest, ripping out in a burst of flames and shadow as the infestor was expelled, screeching before scuttling back into the dark.
Moxxie collapsed to his knees, coughing violently, as his gun hit the ground with a clatter.
Loona rushed to his side, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. “Moxxie! Hey—hey, c’mon, look at me, are you in there?!”
He wheezed, pupils dilated, before focusing on her face. “Loona…?”
Loona exhaled shakily, hugging him tight before quickly pulling back, embarrassed. “Don’t—don’t do that shit again, dumbass. You almost made me—” Her voice cracked. “You almost made me think you were gone.”
Moxxie let out a weak laugh, pressing a trembling hand to his temple, “did… did you say you like my decorating?”
Loona let out an awkward chuckle, “Okay— fuck you— I was panicking…”
“Thanks,” he smiled up at her sincerely, “it helped…”
“Well,” Loona nervously chuckled in response, “didn't want to tell Millie that I let you blow your brains out– or try to keep managing Blitz’s craving by myself…”
“It's that bad?”
“Tacos galore. The smell of cheese fries is burned into my nose.”
Moxxie sat up, “We gotta go find them— who knows what mind games that creep is pulling on them– and he knows about Blitz being pregnant apparently.”
Loona helped Moxxie up to his feet, “right— let’s go…”
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Infestor Demon.
A Hellborn originating from Envy that feeds off of fear, they are able to possess their targets and conjure their worst fears, whether or not based fully in reality.
Due to their… unique nature, their specific practice of possession and hallucinations was banned in Hell decades ago and charms were placed in effect. Only under supervision to torture Sinners or hellborn in prisons would you these practices be permitted.
However, on Earth, they didn't have nearly as many limitations. But still, most Hellborn only had clearance on earth during Halloween. Otherwise you would need to hold an Asmodeon crystal.
Now, how to protect yourself in one such encounter?
Blitz didn't get that far in that particular history lesson before he started to look up horse facts.
Being homeschooled was both a blessing and a curse.
Millie and Blitz were currently being chased down the hallway by Ronaldo, as lights exploded and black blood splattered from out the walls, the demon trying every tactic to slip them up.
“Shit our fucking short legs!” Blitz panted. It also didn't help that he was feeling winded from all the excitement earlier.
The Infestor was too fast, flinging them around like rag dolls. Without warning, he sent Blitz flying into the indoor pool room.
“BLITZ!” Millie shouted.
Bouncing off the ground, Blitz began clawing at the tile.
Looking up, he saw Millie pounce at Ronaldo from behind, before she too was violently thrown into the wall.
Blitz ran at him with his blade, trying to get one good hit in. He felt so in control…of course, until he wasn't.
The way he felt his body become overrun all of a sudden by something more sinister, he felt his every nerve stand on edge.
Blitz was transported into an old theater then, bound to the seat with chains that looked all too familiar, “no-no-FUCK- not again!!”
“Oh this one is juicy,” the Infestor pulled Blitz tighter and tighter into the chair, “even after your touching little heart-to-heart with her, you still didn't want to tell her what's really wrong? You're afraid she might actually leave you? Like the Prince? Like Fizz?”
“Shut up,” Blitz grunted, squirming into the chair, feeling the chains grow tighter around his middle, “fuck— stop it! It's too tight!”
“Once Loona figures out just how screwed you are, she’ll run too… already talking to her friends about moving in with them… she's got back up plans, ah only if her old man was as smart-”
“SHUT UP!”
“Maybe they'll run too…” Ronaldo waved a spindly hand over Blitz’s middle, “let's show them a sneak peak of what's to come…”
The projector began to play. Blitz wanted to look away but Ronaldo used his claws to keep them open.
Everything. Everything played out like the most terrible nightmare on display.
His father.
His mother.
Fizz.
Barbie.
The fire…
His chest pounded, flutters from the twins making his skin crawl.
Then Stolas.
Nothing but Stolas.
Every time he hurt Stolas, which now looking back, he realized how little responsibility he’d taken for that, and how much more he should have. How his soft red eyes would sadly turn away, ashamed. Stolas would always look at him so intently, gaze overflowing with…something. Blitz always thought it was pity, or just mild playful attraction. But no, it was adoration…that bird loved him so much…and what did he do?
Break his heart. Let him down. Hurt him.
He always hurt everyone, eventually.
At least dad learned early enough to never depend on Blitz for anything, he knew Blitz would always be a disappointment.
Fizz…he was supposed to be there for Fizz…look out for him, protect him…he couldn't even do that— and probably now wouldn't be able to do anything if shit really hit the fan with the Sins.
Barbie… she would tell him everything. They were supposed to be inseparable.
No matter what would become of their parents they were supposed to be there for each other. But he let her down, failed her.
And mom…oh his mom…
His mother had overflowing faith in him. Believed he could do anything. She wanted more than anything for him to make a name for himself, to be happy. She sacrificed her own happiness to make sure they were all okay. And after everything she’d given up for him, everything she’d done to lift him up, encourage him to be everything he wanted to be, he couldn’t save her from the flames. He’d been too late.
And she died. Because of him.
He could have taken them all away from there, away from Cash’s clutch. They could be happy. She could have seen her grandchildren, at least see he wasn't a compete fuck up.
Even if he knew how close he was to fucking up this nice little run they’d had. Being Loona’s dad, having this business, being able to keep Moxxie and Millie around.
Everything was unraveling, and he wouldn't be able to stop it. And now the twins would be in the middle of it all, casualties to his incompetence.
It should’ve been him that night, at the fire. At least he wouldn't be able to keep hurting them. He would be gone. Just part of the ash of Hell, like he deserved to be.
Blitz’s hands clawed into the seat, “STOP!” he cried, tears stinging his eyes, before Millie popped up on the screen.
“Holy shit– B, are you okay?” Millie gently said.
“Ohhh isn't that sweet…let's play with her!” Ronaldo sneered wickedly.
“NO STAY AWAY FROM HER!”
Ronaldo took over Blitz's body and kicked Millie across the room, sending her into the wall a second time.
But Millie got back up, like she always did, quickly brushing herself off. “fuck– gotta beat it out of him!” Millie wrapped chains around her fists, “don't worry, Blitz! I gotcha!”
Ronaldo dodged Millie, before letting out a chuckle, “nuh-uh-uh not so fast! You wouldn't want to hurt him…” before undoing the jacket, letting Blitz’s natural swell be exaggerated, he sickenly put his palm against it, “hurt them…”
Millie froze, her eyes darting down to Blitz’s middle, “...w-what?”
“Are you really that dense that you failed to notice?” The infestor mocked, laughing to himself. “How sad…what kind of friend are you, to miss all the signs laid out before you?”
Millie’s shoulders dropped, not in a hurt way.
Blitz shivered in his seat.
“You're… having a baby…?” she finished in realization. How could she have been so blind? Of course…everything made sense now. The weird cravings, the weight gain, the emotional spells, his shifty nervous behavior recently…it all added up.
…and now, for the first time, she felt like she could begin to understand his heartbreak.
Ronaldo mockingly cackled through Blitz, “bingo! You really are just a dumb little farm hick after all, needing it all spelled out for you like this! So how does it feel, Millie? Blitz lazily and so carelessly being able to accomplish what you can't?”
Inside, Blitz was struggling in the chair, feeling like his stomach was being torn up, “shit! Leave her alone!”
Ronaldo was throwing punches, doing anything he could while he had the curel advantage of manipulating Blitz's body.
“Go on, Millie, be a killer! Baby killer, baby killer!” He taunted, “you're really going to let Blitz show you up?”
Millie was dodging any attacks she could while also avoiding flinging out any physical attacks on Blitz herself, “shit— gotta think…I don't want to hurt him,” she muttered to herself.
This was the last thing he wanted, all his fears— Ronaldo was going to kill Millie with Blitz's hands– and probably kill the twins— and probably Moxxie and Loona—
Blitz let out a guttural scream, his back arching in the chair, the chains groaning and cracking. He needed to break free. Needed to stop this asshole. Needed to protect them. All of them.
Blitz felt like his skin had been set on fire, from inside out, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. He could feel himself slipping back into consciousness. Only, there was more. A low thundering vibration rang out from his core, spreading out around him.
He felt his body engulfed in flames, only it was a welcoming warmth, as if it was…shielding him, somehow….
All he could see was fiery flashes or red and black.
Then loud screeching, so familiar as it pierced through the open air.
“Stolas?” Blitz muttered weakly, trying to look up more, the screeching was shaking the entire room with terrifying force, the crimson and black flames pulling Ronaldo out before him.
Ronaldo barely had time to let out a gurgling howl before being torn to shreds, and Blitz could feel the ruthless tearing of flesh as the infestor was decimated.
It wasn't Stolas.
It was him.
Or rather, the twins carrying out the slaughter.
Limb by limb, they ripped him to kingdom come, bones wrenched apart and blood spewing like a gruesome fountain.
Ronaldo wasn't recognizable within seconds.
The twins’ roaring and high pitch screeching was unsettling, to say the least. Then when they were finished with their slaughter, how effortlessly their Eldritch forms then slipped right back into him, leaving him to gently fall back down against the cold tile.
Millie, Moxxie, and Loona froze in place, hesitating to run up to him just yet, still shocked at what had just unfolded before them.
“What. The. Fuck.”