Blitz, a classic demon Imp, sets out to run his own small assassin business with his weapons specialist Moxxie, his bruiser Millie, and his receptionist hellhound Loona. Together, they attempt to survive each other while running a start-up in Hell.
Loona: Fuck, Blitzo! Why can't you stay out of my face for, like, five minutes?!
Blitzo: Because, I adopted you! And that should mean something!
Loona: Oh, what does it matter?! You're not my real dad! I was almost eighteen!
Blitzo: It still counts!
Loona: Well, it shouldn't! I didn't need you then, asshole! I don't, now!
Blitzo: What about Y/N?!
Loona opened her mouth...and was immediately hit with realization.
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Loona: Oh shit! Where is he?!?
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In the midst of the swirling crowd, Y/N felt the overwhelming weight of sensory overload crashing down upon him. With each passing moment, the noise grew louder, the lights brighter, until it felt as though the world was closing in around him.
Unable to withstand the onslaught, Y/N sank to the ground, his body curling into a tight ball as he succumbed to the grip of a full-blown meltdown. His hands clutched at his ears, trying in vain to block out the cacophony of sound that assaulted his senses.
His breaths came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the effort of trying to hold himself together amidst the chaos. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, his mind overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions.
Surrounded by the pressing throng of bodies, Y/N felt utterly alone, trapped in a world that he couldn't escape from.
a tempest of thoughts and sensations, each one crashing against him with relentless force. He rocked back and forth slightly, a subconscious attempt to soothe himself amidst the overwhelming storm raging within.
His breaths came in shallow gasps, the air feeling thick and suffocating in his lungs. Every sound, every flicker of light felt like a dagger piercing his senses, sending jolts of pain coursing through his already overloaded mind.
In the midst of his meltdown, Y/N's thoughts raced uncontrollably. He couldn't shake the feeling of abandonment, the sense of betrayal he felt as he remembered Loona's absence in his time of need. The promise she had broken weighed heavily on his heart, adding to the turmoil already raging within him.
But amidst the chaos, a small part of Y/N's mind clung desperately to a sliver of hope. Hope that someone, anyone, would come to his rescue.
As Verosika continued her performance on stage, her attention was suddenly drawn to Chatter, who approached her with an urgent gesture. Following his pointed direction, Verosika's gaze landed on the scene unfolding amidst the crowd.
In the midst of the chaos, she spotted Y/N, curled up into a ball, visibly distressed and overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught surrounding him. It didn't take her long to piece together what had happened.
