(ON HOLD) Bit of carnage and a helluva time (helluva boss x male carnage reader)

Western energy

Y/N immediately knows who's the person is.

Y/N: Oh sweet satan you got to be kidding.

Carnage: Please don't tell me it's that crazy bitch again!

Blitza: Ohh which one?

Moxxie: How many cowboy friends do you know? (To Stola) What does she look like your majesty?

Stola glances up at Striker's grinning face as she rides her horse.

Stola: Umm...sexy?

Moxxie: That's Striker ma'am!

Y/N: (Sarcastically) Let me guess she's going to hold stola for ransom for little old me.

Blitza: Oh for fuck's sake! Can't you just get away? Aren't you powerful?

Stola: I believe she has bound me with blessed rope which limits my ability to free myself I'm afraid. So I think you should come save me.

Blitza: Oh shit Stola I can't today alright? I'm sorry I-I'm literally on my way to take Loona in for her very important Hellbies s-h-o-t.

Blitza glances nervously at a frightened Loona.

Blitza: It takes years to book an appointment at this place it took five to get this one. So you know- eh and she's been doing a lot of field work. So you know she needs it.

Stola: Oh ha ha. Well I do agree that is very important...But I-

Striker: Would you shut up already? I can hear you by the way.......

Striker swipes Stola's cell phone with her tail.

Striker: Don't worry about your lanky birdy...she's in good hands. Y/N sugar....I know you can hear meeee! Best come collect your bird now....or else.

Striker crushes the phone and laughs.

Stola: Oh shit. Am I in danger right now?

Blitza: Gaaagh damn it!

Blitza breaks her phone in her hand she moves the clutch forward and speeds down the highway.

Carnage: Hohooo boy here we go another day with striker! Just another glorious trip with striker! Hey hey hey.....fuck my life.

Millie: ma'am let me and Moxxie handle this one.

Blitza: Okay are you sure you two got this alone?

Y/N: You two sure you don't want me and carnage there as backup?

Moxxie: We can do it ma'am. Together we are a lethal combo. And we both have a score to settle with that dickhead. And I think we can all agree she's wasted enough of Y/N's time.

Millie places a cowgirl hat onto Moxxie's head.

Blitza: Alright well hurry. Stola sounds like she might be in real shit this time.

Blitza pulls up to the tall hospital.

Blitza: And knowing that skanks aesthetic my money's that she's in wrath.

Y/N: Make sure you kick her ass for me!

Blitza drops the car keys into Moxxie's hand as she pulls Loona out of the van and carries her over her head while Y/N follows.

Blitza: Now get your asses down there and look for some cowgirl crap or something.

Moxxie drives away leaving Y/N and Blitza with the terrified hellhound.

Blitza: Come on Loonie Come on this will be over lickety split alright?

Y/N: Besides it's just a small jab how much harm can it really do?