Wow, I Totally Do Both Of Those Things What A Chance! *wink Wink*

Wow, I totally do both of those things what a chance! *wink wink*

attention all hh / hb writers and/or enjoyers!!

i am in need of some mutuals who either write or read for hazbin/helluva, and just people to talk to, cause i’m a massive chatterbox to the point where it hurts LOL

so take this as an opportunity to reblog/reply/or dm me with a shameless promotion of yourself

please, i beg of you

Nobody never booped me, how someone even gets booped? Boop?

(I will boop everyone who reblogs this post, for the record 💖)

I also don't know what to do next because I really didn't expect a response *WiNk wInK*

attention all hh / hb writers and/or enjoyers!!

i am in need of some mutuals who either write or read for hazbin/helluva, and just people to talk to, cause i’m a massive chatterbox to the point where it hurts LOL

so take this as an opportunity to reblog/reply/or dm me with a shameless promotion of yourself

please, i beg of you

I love participating in stuff that people don't expect me, is like entering a birthday without getting called!

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I can't sleep so I hope you enjoy this. Made inspired by #sparrowrye fic demi demon. (My OC is there) none of this is canon.

Warning: swears, torture.

Consequences

The body moved ever so slightly, moving in a disoriented state as it tried to get up from the seat until its head jolted up. It tried to look around but a black bag blocked its vision. Arms and legs tried to pry themselves from ropes to no avail, not even breathing right it could as he sucked the air from his mouth instead of the broken nose, the blood staining the bag, and his messy suit.

The bag was lifted suddenly and the body gained a face, a Young man with messy blond hair looked around with bloodshot eyes, finding only a dark room and two figures. Both were igual but equally terrifying, all-black combat uniforms with full body armor, ballistic helmets, and a tactical gas mask with red lenses that stared deep into his soul.

Another figure emerged from the darkness, one that put even more terror in the man's heart. Wearing a long black trench coat and formal shirt and pants, Blackwater his face with a bandana over his mouth and sunglasses, the only things visible were his dark brown slick hair and a look of destain.

"What was your job, mister Pietro?" His voice was full of venom and contained rage.

Pietro sweated like a pig as he responded "I-i'm so s-sorry Mr. Blac-"

"I asked, what was your job?" His feet tapped against the concrete floor.

"... I-It was t-to show the p-product."

"Was it?" Blackwater said. "Or was to destroy it?"

"i-i didn't b-brake anything-"

"Oh, no you didn't." He started pacing around the man like a shark. "you just led the cannibal right to a buffet and let him light the barbecue."

"W-Who?"

Blackwater stopped and leaned close. "Are you that incapable or just pretending?"

Pietro could only look at him in confusion, breathing rapidly to calm his drumming heart. That made Blackwater lean back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You lead a demon to our factory. But I wonder why."

"i-i didn't have a c-choice!"

"Hm, honesty is appreciated but I believe is incorrect." He made a thinking pose. "What was the first thing you learned here?"

"T-That if I c-couldn't escape from a s-spy I s-s-should-"

"Not give any information." He completed. "See what I mean? These are two completely different things. Not give, give information. Not give, give information. A little word adds a lot of different understanding to a phrase."

"B-But he was going to f-fucking steal my soul and t-torture me for a fucking eternity!-" He received a hard slap across his face, staining the floor and Blackwater glove with blood.

" I HATE impolite people so don't repeat that you rest of abortion!" He yelled, breaking the calm for a moment before taking a breath and going back. "And you should have just... Let him."

"W-what!?"

"Yes, because now someone is serving as a warning to him. A alive skinless warning."

A stream ran across Pietro's face, legs kicked to free themselves. "N-NO, PLEASE DON'T DO T-THAT!"

"you left me with no choice, things need to speed up because of you and you will take accountability. The bright side it's that neither your mother nor your cancer-ridden girlfriend will suffer from it since I have a heart."

"I also won't do anything to you."

"n-n-no?"

"No. However, Mister Azrael and Esdras will." Blackwater turned and went to the exit, with both soldiers pulling out long machetes from their hips. "Adeus, Mister Pietro."

"NO, PLEASE FORGIVE ME I WON'T DO IT AGAIN PLEASE!!!-"

The door closed, silencing the coming screams of the poor man. Blackwater took a deep breath as he planned what would he do next, the clock was tiking with no rest and the underground fools would get to work on staining his plans.

"Well, no sense in delaying the next step. I hope Alastor likes his meat unseasoned." He mused to himself.

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! 🎉🎉🎉

You know what that means? 18 years old I can finally read SMUT-

Or drive... Or drink... Prostitutes are legal too I think...

Get arrested too.