Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)

Loo Loo Land

Y/N hesitated for a moment, his fingers fidgeting nervously as he tried to find the right words to explain his father's absence from their trips.

Y/N: Um, well, my dad... he's, um, busy a lot. He has... um, important things to do.

He glanced down at his shoes.

Y/N: And, um, he's not really... into... uh, theme parks and stuff.

Octavia looked a little heartbroken hearing this. She looked at her dad and back to Y/N. She couldn't imagine if her dad was like that.

Stolas: Oh! Look, Via!

Stolas points excitedly at the circus tent. A demon mother is struggling to pull her crying son into the tent.

Stolas: You used to cry such tears of joy at this show!

Y/N + Octavia: Oh, no...

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Flashback to Octavia as a young girl, as she is pushed against the stage by an excited crowd of imp children, as Robo Fizz sparks and cackles maniacally leering over Octavia, who soon breaks into tears. A younger Blitzo is seen in the background tending to a food cart, dressed and painted as a clown, scowling.

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Blitzo & Octavia: I hate that fucking clown.

Stolas, who has been captured and hoisted aloft by the crew of imps from earlier. Stolas' arms are bound and his head is covered by a cloth sack, and the imps are pointing various weapons at him. One has stolen Stolas' wallet.

Stolas: Oh, Blitzy~ I need my bodyguard, please!

One imp jumps, to try and skewer Stolas with a pitchfork. Blitzo quickly brings his rifle to bear, shooting the imp in the torso, splattering Stolas's head with blood. The other imps quickly scatter.

Octavia and Y/N enter the big top and finds a seat. Blitzo carries Stolas in, head still covered in the blood-soaked sack, sets him down, and walks off to take position. Stolas makes no move to remove the sack, until Octavia annoyedly rips it off her father's head.

As Y/N settled into his seat beside Octavia in the bustling circus tent, his nerves were palpable, his hands fidgeting anxiously in his lap. He glanced around at the colorful surroundings, the dizzying array of sights and sounds only serving to heighten his anxiety.

Octavia noticed Y/N's discomfort and placed a reassuring hand on his arm, her touch gentle and comforting.

Octavia: Hey, Y/N, are you okay?

Before Y/N could say anything, the show started.

The stage lights slowly flicker to life, illuminating the animatronic characters Buck Squirrel, Jack Rabbit, and Perry Panda standing side by side on the stage. They are in their usual positions, each wearing their signature costumes and sporting cheerful expressions.

Buck Squirrel: Well, would you look at that! Another day, another chance to spread some joy and laughter. How are my favorite forest pals doing today?

Jack Rabbit: Oh, you know me, Buckaroo! Ready to hop into action and light up the stage with some high-energy antics. Can't wait to see those little faces light up when they see us!

Perry Panda: Indeed, Jack. It's always a pleasure to bring a moment of tranquility and reflection to our young guests.

Octavia: This is new.

Y/N: Um, yeah. I... I made those characters. Sold the rights to Mammon, The Sin of Greed.

Octavia: What? Why?