One Helluva Team (Hazbin Hotel + Helluva Boss OC Story)

Chapter 5: THE TOUGHEST HELLHOUND IN PRIDE

Vicious: Great. Let's go!

Rat Ass: All fight. So, hit me.

The trio looked confused and were getting annoyed by this guy.

Osric: Fight him or shut the fuck up.

Rat Ass: I'll give you a free one. (Slaps himself in the face a few times)

Vicious: (mad) What the fuck is this?! Let's fucking do this!

Osric: Just fucking square off!

The hounds do just that, and trade blows. Just like the last guy, this one wasn't any better. However, he was playing dirty as he starts grabbing Luke by his hair. With that, the others intervene.

Osric: Hey! He's pulling hair, he's pulling hair.

Hellhound: Break 'em up, break 'em up. Come on, come on.!

The force him off and get some distance.

Vicious: I'm gonna clock this shitty Wolverine.

The degen gets back at it and Luke hits him a bit until he throws him to the ground. However, the guy gets back up, throws his shirt off, and smacks himself in the face.

Rat Ass: Hit me, c'mon, I love pain!

Luke did just that and punches him the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him, strikes him in the face a couple time, and finally knocks him out with an uppercut. As Luke uppercuts, he moves his arm to his pocket and pulls out his cigarettes while he and his friends walk away with the unconscious hound left on the ground.

*I.M.P.*

Over in Imp City, Loona was checking her makeup in the mirror while looking through some magazine stuff. Her phone was buzzing as she was talking with Octavia.

Octavia: Are we still up for hanging out later?

Loona: Yep. (Pause) Hey, what would you suggest for a getup when meeting with royal demons.

Octavia: I'd say something appropriate like business casual or at least something nice. Definitely not what you'd wear for a Sunday night like sweats and pajamas.

Loona: Figures.

Octavia: Why ask?

Loona: It's just... Luke and I have been talking about meeting his moms soon, and one of them is in a royal family. I just want a good first impression.

Octavia: That's fair. Well, I met them briefly, and will say that Charlie's always looking forward to meeting friendly faces. Vaggie's usually strict, but once you get past that, she's actually nice. Maybe just be yourself.

Loona wasn't sure about responding with that. She didn't necessarily doubt herself, but usually whenever she was herself, people would judge her. Luke was different as he accepted her for her. However, she still wasn't sure. Loona decided to just go back to her magazine and wait for the others to get back.

*TIMESKIP*

The next day, the trio were hanging out at the workshop with some root beers and were discussing about the last fight.

Luke: Fuck, was he a beaker. Like, he would not stop beaking.

Vicious: That shit is the worst.

Osric: That was right to stick to the task at hand, pal. Keep your trap shut. Throw bombs.

Luke: I wouldn't say shit even if my mouth was full of it.

Osric: I haven't seen that many hits since Good Charlotte played Warped Tour.