INSPIRED BY THE 'LOONA THE CARETAKER' SERIES by METALBRONY823:
When the Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P) are called in to kill a target from Hell, Loona the hellhound finds a lost human boy snooping on them.
Suddenly guilty of harming him, she...
"Still disgusting, sir." Moxxie sympathetically patted his boss' shoulder.
"Meh, don't touch me, troll." grumbled Blitzø.
"Well, you guys have a sorta fun mission." Loona sighed, not bothering to look up from her magazine.
Hearing her say that made Blitzø stop. "Wait, Loonie, don't you wanna come? This one's a biggie, and we could use those big strong toothies to do the job."
"Yeah *clears her throat* Well someone's gotta stay and keep an eye on the kiddo." said Loona bluntly.
"Sweetie, I heard him say he'll be fine back there." replied Blitzø.
"Well it's just to make sure he stays fine." Loona protested back.
"Ah, fair enough Loonie-Tooney." shrugged Blitzø as he gave in with support. "You do you."
Little did Blitzø and the others know, Loona had disguised the real reason she didn't want to come with them behind her hair. Normally, she'd tag along and go as wild as she was whenever she wasn't interested in slaving away over a desk manning the phones, but since meeting Balin, she still wanted to make a good first impression. So for now, killing was off the list for her.
Blitzø may have figured that out, or not yet, but for the sake of his own health and safety, he decided to keep it a secret from her.
But not long before he could leave, Loona did grab him angrily by his back collar.
"But I swear! Blitz-O! You are to clean yourselves up as soon as or before you get home!" she quietly growled. "I do not want to see you in front of the kid with blood, dead bodies, dick sweat, or holes of any kind! Not even in your underwear! If you do, I will smell it and fling you around this office, feral or not. That's how 'on you' it will be! GOT IT?!"
"Y-Y-Yes, dear." shivered Blitzø nervously, before his daughter dropped him to the ground.
Even though he had the higher authority being her adopted dad and all, he was still a pussy in front of her anger. Nonetheless though, he shrugged it off as normal.
Millie then somersaulted out of the board room in her ditzy self again, collecting her axe from across the room.
"Grrr-Raawrrr! I'm already jazzed up for this!" she exclaimed, before running through Blitzø Asmodean crystal portal, which lead to...
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS.
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"That's the stuff, Mills!" Blitzø strongly announced, before breathing in the crisp Chicago air. "Chicago: the inventor of ballet."
"Not even close." whispered Moxxie.
"Now let's get this theatre pop-corning!" continued the boss, as he and his gang began sneaking through the park they landed in, bush by bush.
After six minutes of walking through the Main Street in their poor human disguises, they arrived to the diamond jewel of the city: 'Balaban & Katz Theatre', before hiding in a open manhole to discuss their options.
