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

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Blitza: Whoa whoa whoa whoa WHOA!

Fizzarolli: Oh wow. Lookee who it is.

Blitza: Oh fuck... You again...

Fizzarolli: Stalking me now huh?

Blitza: Oh don't fucking flatter yourself clown. I have my own life y'know, without YOU in it.

Fizzarolli: Uh huh sure! Blitza.

Blitza: The O is silent now bitch! And gee whiz we've been in each other's relative vicinity TWICE in the last FIFTEEN YEARS! That would make me THE SHITTIEST STALKER IN HISTORY!

Fizzarolli: Twice... IS ALREADY WAY TOO MUCH.

Fizzarolli shoves Blitza out of the way and walks off. Blitza dusts herself off and glares at Fizz.

Blitza: Yeah well at least I'm still actually working for my shit and not getting everything handed to me like some pampered attention whore!

This strikes a nerve for Fizzarolli who growls but calms down when she looks at her dogs collar that was bought by Asmodeus.

Fizzarolli: Yeah well...Guess that's what esilience and talent gets ya. (chuckles) Plus my horns were always bigger than yours weren't they?

It grows silent for a bit as Blitza stood in anger. Before Fizzarolli can walk away Blitza charges at her and they start to get into a street fight.

The screen shifts upward to a skyscraper like building where Striker and Crimson reside.

Crimson: So you say you're good? Cuz we really need a big score right now.

Striker: The best had a royal on the ropes just last week.

Alessio pours him a glass of wine while he follows up Striker's response.

Crimson: Sure but not dead?

Striker: It was... called off. But I have a body count in the hundreds! I ain't afraid to go after anyone. Women kids-

Striker's is interrupted by one of Fizzarolli's quieves getting launched into the window outside.

Striker: And cute little faced puppy looking things. Don't matter!

Striker then catches onto the fact that some drama is going on outside. She walks over to the window to see the problem while listening to Crimson's judging.

Crimson: Hmm... I'll tell ya what. If you can deliver something of value... I'll consider it.

Striker: (smirking) One moment...

Striker opens the window and pulls out her lasso. She ropes Fizzarolli and Blitza into the room and slams them against the wall laughing sinisterly.

Crimson: Hired! (laughs)

Striker: Funny to run into ya again Blitzy!

Striker pulls out her knife and slides toward Fizzarolli, pointing it under the chin.

Striker: And with a famous friend...

Blitza: Oh fuck me.

Fizzarolli: For the record we are not friends.

The scene cuts to Asmodeus's factory just below her palace where they manufacture things for Ozzie's and for general lust ring products. Currently they are creating a new toy to test for the new vibrator shipment. An imp flies away with a box containing the test vibrator while the camera passes some painter imps working on dildos. A transition can show two more imps fighting with dildos on the job, while the camera passes to a different imp carrying the same test vibrator.