Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)

Loo Loo Land

Y/N: I...just wanted to see them come to life, you know? And Mammon was the only one willing to use them. But the deals not bad.

Octavia: What deal?

Y/N: Well, you see, I... I sold the rights to my characters to Mammon in exchange for a small upfront payment and the promise of royalties. But, um, the contract... it wasn't very favorable. Mammon has all the control over how my characters are used, and I don't really have a say in anything anymore....I figured that one out six weeks later.

Octavia's eyes widened.

Y/N: Um, not just Buck, Jack, and Pauly. Mammon also has the rights to my cartoon, 'Auntie and Baby,' and all my superhero characters – The Fighting Yank, All Hallows Eve, Spider Queen, and Green Lama.

Octavia: That's... a lot.

Y/N: Yeah, it is. The only character I managed to keep was Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, because he's public domain.

Y/N and Octavia looked at the stage.

Robo Fizz: Hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyyy, Implings! It's me, the Robotic Fizzarolli! Shipped from Big Ozzie's factory to bring you a wonderful show celebrating Loo Loo Land, spelled with Os, to avoid lawsuits! H-H-H-H-H-Hit it!

Octavia is sitting and absorbing the musical with disgusted boredom.

As the band's song filled the air with pulsating beats and blinding lights, Y/N felt himself becoming increasingly overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught. The pounding rhythm reverberated through his chest, setting his heart racing, while the dazzling array of colors danced before his eyes, blurring into a disorienting kaleidoscope.

He clutched his hands to his ears, trying to block out the cacophony of sound, but it was no use. The music seemed to surround him, enveloping him in its relentless embrace, while the brightness of the stage lights bore down on him, threatening to overwhelm his senses.

Y/N's breath came in short, shallow gasps as he struggled to maintain his composure, his chest tightening with each passing moment. He felt trapped, suffocated by the overwhelming intensity of the performance, and he longed for nothing more than to escape the suffocating confines of the concert venue.

Octavia glanced over at Y/N, her brow furrowing in concern as she noticed his distress.

Octavia: Y/N, are you okay?

Y/N shook his head, unable to form coherent words as he fought against the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. He felt trapped, suffocated by the noise and brightness of the concert hall, unable to escape the sensory overload assaulting his senses.

Octavia reached out to gently touch Y/N's arm.

Octavia: We can find a quieter place to sit for a while, if you need to.

Y/N nodded gratefully at Octavia's suggestion.

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Outside, Moxxie and Millie walk along a row of game booths, when they are addressed by one of the vendors. Millie gleefully yanks Moxxie over towards the booth.

Carnie Imp: Hello, hello! Step right up and win a thing!

Millie: Oh, look, Moxxie! A THING!

The "thing" in question is some sort of purple stuffed penguin creature with Imp horns, wearing pink overalls. The stuffed animal is labeled with a tag that says "THING?"