(WARNING: if you are a child under 18, don't read this until you hit that age!)
The scene opens up to a sunlit exterior of Aurora's mansion. A sigh of contentment is heard. Blitzø is shown lighting a cigarette on Aurora's bed and folds his arms behind his head.
Aurora: "*arms tied up* I'm sorry for having to move our little arrangement earlier than usual. I have an event I have to partake this month on the full moon."
Aurora is shown wearing a ball gag and harness, her hands tied to the headboard with rope.
Blitzø: "When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about..."
He uses the cigar to burn the rope, freeing Aurora, who takes Blitzø's cigar from him and takes a long drag of it.
Blitzø: "But, do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? I have, like, fifteen new clients waitin' for heads to roll."
Aurora: "As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, the grimoiiiiiire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty cutie Imps like yourself."
Aurora puts out the cigarette in one of Blitzø's horns and pinches his cheek before Blitzø shoves her away.
Aurora: "The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals."
Blitzø pulls a feather out of his mouth in disgust.
Blitzø: "Wrath, huh? My employees are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks."
Aurora: "*sits up* Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all..."
Aurora pulls the covers over her head before she appears near Blitzø's crotch.
Aurora: "...special access~ *chuckles*"
Blitzø: "Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards. Okay? That was a one-time thing we did badly."
Aurora stands up with the covers on her head. She does a playful owl head tilt.
Aurora: "But I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun! I know how to take care of myself at the Harvest Festival. It's the same boring thing every year. I just thought it would be fun to participate the events just this once."
Blitzø: "Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway."
Aurora: "*baby-talk voice* Aww, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait..."
Blitzø: "*waves a dismissive hand* Oh, fuck my clients!"
Moxxie and Millie's apartment is revealed under a Robo Fizz sign. Moxxie and Millie are asleep in their bed. Moxxie's phone lights up and a Phantom of the Opera organ ringtone is heard. Moxxie taps the phone and rolls over. The phone rings again. In annoyance, Moxxie grabs the phone and sits up.
Moxxie: "What do you want, sir?"
Blitzø: "Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, Mox! How would you and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year?"
Millie sits up in excitement.
Millie: "The Harvest Moon Festival?! Yee-fuckin'-haw!"
Moxxie: "*sighs* Well, Millie likes the idea. Wait... Where are you calling from?"
Blitzø falls down onto the bed from the ceiling. His phone bonks him on the head. Moxxie narrows his eyes as Blitzø purrs happily. Moxxie looks annoyed while Millie seems amused.
Moxxie: "Mm-hm... Of course."
Scene shifts to the Rough n' Tumbleweed Ranch. The I.M.P van pulls up in front of two imps.
Millie: "Mama! Daddy!"
Millie gets out of the van and happily runs toward her parents. Her father hugs her and spins her around before placing her down.
Joe: "Yeeeee-hawwww! How's my deadly little pumpkin spice doing?"
Joe ruffles Millie's hair affectionately.
Millie: "I'm good, Pa! Thanks for lettin' us stay here for the harvest jamboree."
Lin: "It's no trouble. We know you aren't making as much anymore since y'all went 'freelance.'"
Millie: "Freelance pays fine, Ma! We're doin' fiiiiine! *serious* It's fine."
Millie walks over to Moxxie, who is struggling to carry luggage.
Millie: "Anyway, y'all remember my husband Moxxie?"
Millie shoves a nervous Moxxie in front of her parents. They stare at him in disapproval.
Joe: "Hmph."
Moxxie: "Greetings, Lin! Joe! How have you been, uh, with all the... flaming twisters and stuff around here? *nervously holds out his hand*"
Joe: "We lost our old farm hand to one of them terrors last week."
Moxxie: "*laughs nervously* Oh, crumbs. My bad! I am so sorry. I- I didn't mean to open that wound... sir."
Blitzø: "Hey, watch it! I'm the 'sir' here, bucko!"
Millie: "Oh yeah! Y'all haven't met my boss Blitzø! My coworker Trixie, and his hellhound!"
Loona: "I'm not just his hellhound."
Blitzø: "Yeah, she's my daughter! *pulls Loona to his side*"
Loona: "Only on paper."
Blitzø and Aurora, who's now in her imp form, walk away to greet Millie's parents.
Loona: "*pulls out smartphone and begins typing* Y'all don't deserve to know my name."
Blitzø and Aurora walk over to Millie's parents.
Blitzø: "It's a pleasure to finally meet the sperm and egg factory *shoves Moxxie away* that popped out this little gem of an assassin. You two raised a *playfully elbows Millie* sturdy bitch!"
Joe: "*chuckles* That we did! So... Blitzø, is it? Heh heh. That's a fine name."
Blitzø and Joe shake hands.
Lin: "It reminds me of war."
Joe: "*sighs happily* Nothing like a little war to make a strong man! *flexes bicep*"
Aurora: "Oh, that's really clever to use muscles in moments of physical combat."
Lin: "Aw, that's miss, glad you could see it from our point of view."
Blitzø: "I like you people."
Moxxie: "Y'know... more battles were won by technological advances in warfare. I've researched the history of weaponry extensively, and it's inspiring how... for example, the progression of guns utilizing angelic technology has changed the landscape of Hell's combative..."
Millie makes a "cut it out" motion with her hands. Joe crosses his arms.
Moxxie: "I mean... *deep, awkward voice* War fun!"
Joe: "Guns get the job done... but a man ain't nothin' if he can't tear the head off a hellish beast with only his bare... hands!"
Blitzø: "HAAAA! He's right, Moxxie! *speaks baby talk* You got cute wittle baby hands like your baby dick!"
Blitzø grabs Moxxie's hand and reaches toward his crotch. Moxxie slaps his arm away.
Moxxie: "Refrain... sir."
Joe: "Speakin' of strong hands, y'all should meet our newest help. Hey! Striker! Ruth!"
Black flaming hooves clop rapidly on the ground. An Imp's spiky tail whips a black horse's flank. An Imp wearing a cowboy hat rides a black hell horse with a fiery mane. The horse leaps over a fence. Another imp rides behind him as he wears a green scarf. The horse rears up and roars in front of the group. Striker tips his hat in greeting, a stalk in his mouth.
Striker: "Well, howdy! Oh, lookie here! You must be the famous Mildred!"
Striker gets off the horse and walks toward Millie.
Striker: "Heard some good things about you from your folks, little lady. *winks*"
Millie: "Ohhh! *laughs sheepishly*"
Striker shakes Millie's hand.
Striker: "What're y'all doin' so far away from Imp City? Heh. The free workin' finally slowin' down?"
Millie: "Oh, no! Freelance isn't free! It's a--... Never mind. We're just visitin' for the festival. The princess is our boss' *in a dramatic voice* girrlllfrieeeend!"
Blitzø: "Millie, I am not above hitting a female in front of her mommy."
Aurora: "Blitzø..."
Striker: "Boss, huh...? Ohhh, so YOU'RE the bold imp to start his own killing biz?"
Blitzø: "Yeah, well if you're good at somethin', you should probably capitalize."
Striker: "Not many Imps start businesses on their own. That's pretty impressive, sir."
Blitzø: "Oh...! Yeah? It is-- I-I-I guess- I guess it is, isn't it?"
Striker: "So you even conned that ditzy blueblood into gettin' you to the surface?"
Striker and Blitzø shake hands.
Blitzø: "Well, it's long and complicated, but the short answer is yes. But she's not like, you know-- W-We're y- We're not, like... We're not doing it... We w- What's betw- It's a transactional fucking, you see. *makes a sexual motion with his hands*"
Ruth: "Come on hun, give the poor guy a break, will ya?"
Millie: "*gasps* No way! Ruthy is that you?!"
Ruth: "Heya sis!"
Imps: "Sis?!"
Millie jumps into Ruth's open arms. She hugs her brother real tight, Ruth was not phased by it.
Ruth: "I'm sorry glad that you're here, Mils. It's been a while, huh?"
Aurora: "Hi? I'm sorry to interrupt here, but uh... Do you know who he is, Millie?"
Millie: "Oh right! You guys haven't meet my little brother yet. This here's Ruth."
Ruth: "Nice to meet ya folks! *smiles like it's no big deal*"
The others were shocked for a bit before Joe changes the subject.
Joe: "Y'know... you boys should enter the Pain Games!"
Blitzø scuttles sideways over to Joe.
Blitzø: "I heard games! What games? I'm in!"
Lin: "Every harvest festival, there's a competition to be the roughest, toughest bastard in Wrath!"
Millie: "*crosses her arms and pouts* Yeah! Wish I could play!"
Lin: "Millie, you know you get too carried away. The last competition ended in fifteen separate funerals."
Millie: "I'm aware, but I only caused nine of them! How come Sallie May still gets to compete?"
Lin: "Your sister doesn't have a neighborhood head count."
Millie: "She so does!"
Sallie May carries a sack and a small imp drags an Imp body in the background.
Sallie May: "*sing-song voice* It doesn't count if they don't find the bodyyyyyy!"
Millie seethes as Ruth places a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Ruth: "Don't let it get to your head, Mils."
Lin: "Still, you get to root for her and your brothers, and now you can cheer on your boss!"
Moxxie puts a hand on Lin's shoulder.
Moxxie: "Y'know, she can also cheer for me."
Ruth: "And for me too, right?"
Joe: "*wheeze-laughs and slaps his leg* ...Wait, you two?"
Moxxie: "Yeah! I can compete, can't I?"
Lin elbows him hard in the side and slaps Ruth's back. Moxxie and Ruth tear up in pain.
Joe: "Sorry, boys. But, I don't think sensitive, thespian types would last very long in the games."
Moxxie: "I was born here, too! *drawls* I have some fight in me!"
Ruth: "I've actually been preparing for this day, I should be able to handle it!"
Striker puts a hand on Moxxie's shoulder.
Striker: "Huh. Well then, little fella... Why don'tcha help Ruth wrangle one o' them hogs for dinner?"
Striker mentions to a large sleeping hell hog in a pigpen.
Moxxie: "Simple. Watch me!"
Striker grins and hands Moxxie a dagger and rope.
Striker: "Nah... with these. Bullets can't pierce the shell. You gotta get the knife underneath and pry yourself an openin'."
Moxxie: "*gulps* Oh! Right, right. I knew that."
Blitzø leans in toward Moxxie and grabs his shoulders. Moxxie's eyes twitch.
Blitzø: "Now, just remember, your rep with the in-laws is on the line here! So, no pressure at all, you totally will not make an ass of yourself in front of everyone important in your life. Go get 'em, tiger. *shoves Moxxie forward*"
Moxxie: "Ohhh."
Millie: "Guys, you don't need to do this!"
Blitzø: "Oh, they totally do. KICK ITS ASS, GUYS! YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Blitzø cheers as Moxxie and Ruth enter the pen. He nervously walks forward, knife in hand. They leap forward and Ruth wraps the rope around the hog's neck. Moxxie moves the knife down and it strikes harmlessly against the hog's hide. The hog roars and runs around, trying to buck the two off.
Blitzø: "FUCK yeah, Moxxie! Ride it, Moxxie! Make it that bitch you won't call back in the morning!"
Loona grins and records a video on her phone.
Loona: "This is fucking beautiful."
Blitzø: "Doin' great, Moxxie! *whispers to Loona* Send me that video later."
Aurora: "Blitzø, should we do something about it?"
Blitzø: Nah, he's doing great Trix, trust me!"
Millie watches in concern as Moxxie yelps and gets thrown off while Ruth held on.
Ruth: "Woah! Hey! You are really not making this any easy!"
Striker leaps and pushes Ruth out of the way. Striker twirls the dagger in his hand and lifts it in the air with a smug grin. He brings down the knife and slaughters the hog. Moxxie rubs his neck while Ruth rubbed his wrist from the impact.
Moxxie: "Ow... My clavicle!"
Striker stands over Moxxie, his spade tail rattling like a snake.
Striker: "Don't worry, little one... You never stood a chance."
Striker walks away with the dead hog over his shoulder. Moxxie growls at him.
Striker: "Hey, boss man! You wanna help the men skin this thing for dinner?"
Blitzø: "Oh, I am always down to skin the manly meat with the manly men!"
Loona: "That's what she said!"
Blitzø: "What 'who said?' Wait, what bitch is talking shit about me?!"
Aurora: "Blitøz, it's just an expression."
Blitzø: "Well I don't know that, Trix!"
Everyone but Ruth, Millie and Moxxie leave for the house with the demon hog. Moxxie sighs sadly with his arm in a cast. Millie comforts him.
Millie: "Don't let 'em get to you. And hey, you don't need my parents to respect you. They will eventually."
Sallie May: "No, they won't. *Millie glares at her* What? I'm right, ain't I?"
Ruth: "That's not true."
Moxxie: "*drawl* Oh, I'mma enter in those games."
Millie sighs sadly as Ruth places a hand on her back in a comforting way.
Sallie May: "*appears out of nowhere* Hmm, how pissed would you be if I bet on him dyin'?"
They both glare at her again. Later at night, Ruth can be seen in his room wrapping his wrist in bandages. He grips it a few times before standing up and walking to a mirror hanging on the wall. He sighs, knowing he was trying to help his family for the festival, but they didn't need his help for a reason. A knock was heard from his closed door.
Millie: "Ruthy, can I come in?"
Ruth: "Oh yeah! The door is unlocked."
Millie walks into the room.
Millie: "You doing okay? I have never seen you trying to volunteer to help around the house for the festival this year?"
Ruth: "Oh I'm doing good Mils. I'm just preparing to enter the pain games tomorrow."
Millie: "Your what?! Ruthy, no, you can't enter the games tomorrow! You're not physically or mentally capable of doing this yet!"
Ruth: "I know, I just-... *sigh* I just want to join in the fun like to rest of the family, yea' know? It'll be fine Mils, I promise."
Millie was unsure about that but decided to let that go for now.
Millie: "Well... just... goodnight"
She leaves the room and Ruth lets a sigh of relief knowing he did not tell her the truth. He opens the drawer and pulls out a photo of him and his sister when they were kids.
Ruth: "I'm going to prove them wrong Mils, I won't be weak again."
The scene cuts to the Harvest Festival. Wally Wackford stands on stage with a microphone and speaks dramatically.
Wally Wackford: "Welcome, I say-a, welcome-a... all to Wrath-a Ring's-a annual-a Harvest-a Moon-a... a-Festival! To kick things up, we have the great Princess Aurora-a, here to usher in this here Pain Games!"
Aurora takes the microphone from Wally Wackford.
Aurora: "*chuckles* How kind, Wackford. Greetings, imps of the Wrath Ring! I hereby welcome you all to another year of celebrating the spoils of your labor that continue to feed the citizens of Hell!"
A crowd of Imps glare at her and boos are heard.
Aurora: "I'm happy to kick off the start of these games that will challenge the toughest Imps to show their skill in dominance. Good luck to you all! Especially to that special imp I see... *waves at him* Yoo-hoo, hi Blitzy!"
Blitzø: "Ugh. Fuck me. I wish Trix was here..."
A gun goes off and the games begin. Moxxie and Ruth get trampled with a yelp as the other imps race down the trail. Striker climbs up a wooden ramp structure while Blitzø leaps down ahead of him. Moxxie tries to catch up. He claws at the structure and nearly falls when Ruth grabs his wrist and throws him from the pond before he falls into the small puddle. He gets chewed up and thrashed by a monstrous black and white shark. In the next shot, Striker grins smugly at Blitzø who has his legs, arms and horns tied behind him. A muscular Imp holds a rope and grins at a scared Moxxie. Striker, Blitzø, Ruth and Moxxie team up in a tug of war match. Moxxie falls into the water and the shark attacks him again. The scene cuts to a wrestling match in the mud between Blitzø and Striker. A group of imps do a football huddle on top of Moxxie and Ruth. The shark leaps over the fence and begins to elbow drop them.
Moxxie: "MOTHERFUC--!!"
Ruth: "WHAAAA-!!"
Cuts back to stage where the games are over.
Wally Wackford: "I say, I say, for the first year ever, we have a tie for winner of the Harvest Moon Pain Games!"
Aurora gently takes the microphone from Wally Wackford.
Aurora: "The winners for this years game are... Striker, aaaaand my darling Blitzy!"
Aurora walks onto the stage and does a pose as the crowd cheers.
Blitzø: "Just say my name RIGHT! Fuckin' pussy."
Blitzø walks onto the stage in frustration. Moxxie, Millie and Ruth watch from the wooden bleachers.
Moxxie: "*referring to Striker* Alright. So, he has the 'physical advantage,' I'm better at other things, like singing!"
Striker: "*pulls out a guitar* I'd like to take this opportunity to sing a quick song I wrote just now, about me winnin'."
Striker strums the guitar he pulled out.
Moxxie: "Oh, WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Ruth: "What, WHEN DID HE LEARN TO DO THAT?!"
Striker: ♫Sweet victory... I smell the smell.♫
Striker kicks a squealing fangirl imp in the face, sending her back to a group of imps who then maul her.
Striker: ♫From up in stinkin' Heaven, to the rugged rocks of Hell, sweet victory. With everything I do, with every talent, I'm so much more talented than you♫
Blitzø arrives with a slice of cheese on a stick with Aurora, in imp form, and sits next to Moxxie, Millie and Ruth in the bleachers. Blitzø eats the cheese.
Blitzø: "*mouth full* Isn't this guy great?"
Striker: ♫*off-screen* Everytime I tryyyy, I push it and succeed.♫
Moxxie: "False!"
Blitzø: "It's gonna be nice workin' with him."
Blitzø pours hot sauce on his cheese and takes another bite.
Moxxie: "Working with him...? WHAT?!"
Aurora: "Wait, Blitz, what do you mean by that?"
Striker: ♫*off-screen* Every first attempt of every single deed♫
Blitzø: "Yeaaaah! I asked him if he wants to join I.M.P."
Moxxie: "You asked... But..."
Moxxie looks visibly hurt as Blitzø looks at him in confusion.
Striker: ♫*off-screen* Me! I'm totally the best.♫
Millie: "Mox, I think you've had enough, for now. Let's head back to the house and get you and Ruthy clean."
Ruth: "Yeah, sounds good with me."
Striker: ♫The super cool me, handsome guy- *cough* Moxxie, go fuck yourself♫
Moxxie tears up and leaves with Millie as Striker finishes his song.
Striker: ♫Did you hear something? It was just the wind.♫
The crowd cheers.
Striker: "Thank you. You're too kind."
Soon after they left, the basement doors opens to Ruth walking down the steps angrily, muttering to himself.
Ruth: "I can't believe it! He never told me that he could sing! *intimidates Striker's voice* Look at me being high and mighty while I mock Moxxie for being weak. *normal voice* Pfft, unbelievable."
He removes the tarp that reveals a motorcycle, with a bag all packed up. He takes a moment to think before grabbing his keys.
Ruth: "This is it old girl, no turning back now."
Sounds can be heard as Ruth leaves the farmhouse with the motorcycle, unknown to him, he left something behind in the basement. Volcanos with fiery spheres floating above them are revealed. Blitzø lies down on the ground and looks admiringly at Bombproof as he feasts on an animal carcass. Millie beams beside her parents as her brothers load up jack-o-lanterns into a truck. Millie waves at them and runs off. Inside the cottage, Moxxie glumly walks up some stairs. Moxxie notices light shining through the bottom of a door.
Moxxie: "Well, that's troubling."
Moxxie opens the door and peers around. He notices the light coming from a box. He walks over and sees a rifle with glowing designs in an open gun case.
Moxxie: "Oh, my crumbles!"
He runs his hand along the side of the rifle.
Moxxie: "A genuine Carmine-Crafted Blessing-Tipped Rifle! How... How in the fuck did he get one o' these?!"
Striker leans against the door frame behind him.
Striker: "Why don't you ask me, little dude?"
Moxxie: "Shit! W-Why do you have this... mister?! You are aware this kind of weapon can kill-"
Striker: "...demon royalty?"
Moxxie: "Yes. That."
Striker: "No shit. *flicks his wheat stalk away* That's kinda the point."
Striker runs his claws along the door. He closes the door and advances menacingly toward Moxxie with a grin.
Moxxie: "Okay. Well I'm- I'm relatively concerned by your possession of this... I'm also glad my instant dislike of you has been vali-"
Striker grabs Moxxie by the throat.
Moxxie: "-DATED!"
Striker wraps his tail around Moxxie's neck. He tosses Moxxie hard against the wall. He chokes Moxxie on the floor as Moxxie hisses and tries to claw at him. Striker holds him down with his body weight. Moxxie glances over to see a lamp on a table. He kicks the table and the lamp crashes into Striker. Millie hears the crash from outside. Moxxie stands up and races toward the door. He pulls the door open but Striker roughly pulls him back by his tail. Striker covers Moxxie's mouth and begins to strangle him. Striker chuckles evilly as Moxxie begins to lose consciousness.
Striker: "*smirks* Pathetic."
Millie appears behind Striker and stabs him in the back with a knife. Moxxie collapses to the floor. A feral, enraged Millie stabs Striker repeatedly in the back. She leaps onto his back and holds the knife at his neck, but he breaks from her hold and stops her at the last moment. Striker then slams Millie off against the wall, breaking her arm. A now-bleeding Millie collapses next to Moxxie, clutching her broken arm. Moxxie reaches his hand towards Millie.
Moxxie: "*weakly* Millie..."
Striker grabs both of them by their hair and tosses them into a cellar. Millie cries out as her foot gets caught in a bear trap.
Striker: "I'd kill y'all, but I feel like there's more leverage with your rodeo clown of a boss if I don't! Plus, you little things ain't worth the cleanup."
Moxxie runs up the stairs, but Striker closes the cellar doors. Moxxie tries to push the doors, but they won't budge.
Moxxie: "*worried* Millie!"
Moxxie runs down the stairs to Millie, assessing her.
Moxxie: "*worried* Oh, Satan!"
Millie: "Moxxie, I'm fiiiine! I got worse than this during the flower tufts at my brother's weddin'. But I caught that fuckin' bouquet, and it was fuckin' worth it! You just have to get out there, and fuck up that brownnosin' cocksucker for me!"
Moxxie: "But I can't break through it. I'm not strong enough."
Millie: "Not with your hands, baby. Use what you're good at."
Moxxie: "I'm not good with my hands?"
Millie raises an eyebrow with an unamused expression.
Moxxie: "Ohhhh. Right. Yeah. Yeah."
Moxxie pulls out a pistol and fires a hole in the door. He pushes the doors open.
Moxxie: "I... I probably should've used this earlier, huh?"
Millie: "I love you, hun... But, for fuck's sake!"
Moxxie leaves to deal with the situation while Millie tries to open the bear trap. As she struggles a bit, she notices a letter next to her. She picks it up seeing that it was labeled to her from-
Millie: "Ruthy?"
Scene cuts to Aurora, back in her Goetia form, on stage. Aurora magically flips through the grimoire.
Aurora: "My dear friends of the Ring of Wrath! I, Aurora of the Ars Goetia, hereby curse this year's harvest with the glow of the true Harvest Moon!"
The clouds swirl as Aurora creates a portal. The portal reveals a glowing orange full moon in the sky. The crowd oohs in wonder. Striker chuckles darkly as he aims the rifle at Aurora's forehead. A click is heard behind him. Blitzø aims his flintlock pistol at him.
Blitzø: "Uh, excuse me? The FUCK?!"
Striker: "*turns around* Bliiiitzø! I thought you were still at the ceremony!"
Blitzø: "You thought I wanted to stand around with a buncha hillbillies excited about corn n' shit with a nice owl on stage?!"
Striker: "*stands up* Huh. And now you seem disappointed in me."
Blitzø: "Yeaaaaah. Well, I'm not a fan of someone I offered a job to about to off my easiest lengthy ticket to Earth behind my back. Plus, Trix knew that something was up with you and reminded me to keep my guard up, glad she did."
Striker: "Blitzø, come on. You know, the two of us are superior than most of our kind. And you were so above suckin' on a disgusting, rich, pompous Goetia, only to sneak topside for scraps and work for bitter sinners, who could care less who you are, when you could be slaying Overlords."
Striker walks around Blitzø. Blitzø's eyes move and he appears conflicted. He aims his gun as Striker moves in the shadows.
Striker: "Why struggle to run a business that is rigged against you? When you could partner up with me and kill... the unkillable?"
Striker pins a frightened Blitzø against the wall.
Striker: "Starting with the one that treats you like a plaything?"
Blitzø: "*grins in lust* Ooh, that's kinda hot."
Striker: "We could be the most dangerous beings in Hell, Blitzø."
Blitzø: "Wow. That was a good fuckin' pitch."
Striker: "Been workshoppin' it."
Striker moves Blitzø's gun away.
Blitzø: "Y'know what? Fuck it. I'm in."
Striker grins, but hears another click.
Striker: "Huh?"
Moxxie appears behind him with Striker's rifle.
Blitzø: "Took ya long enough, Mox! Ha-HA! Wow, you should've seen your dipshit face!"
Blitzø looks down to see Striker holding the knife in his other hand from behind.
Blitzø: "Wow... Woah, okay. Cliché much?"
Striker points Blitzø's pistol at Moxxie. Moxxie blocks the bullet with the rifle side.
Blitzø: "Oh, you daddy fucker! *bites at Striker's arm*"
Striker: "AAAAGH!!"
The fight begins as Blitzø elbows Striker in the face. They exchange blows, and Striker slams Blitzø into Moxxie, both of them falling to the floor. Moxxie sees the rifle on the floor and reaches for it. Striker pins Moxxie's arm down with his boot.
Moxxie: "AAAGH!"
Striker: "You dumb fucks lost the upper hand fast, huh?"
Blitzø: "HA! You seem to have forgotten something, fucko!"
Blitzø whistles for Loona. Outside, Loona hears it whilst using her phone.
Blitzø: "Ugh, fuckin' damn it, Loona."
Striker: "It's a damn shame, Blitzø. We might actually've made a good team... Ah well."
Blitzø: "In your wet dreams, you honky-tonk GOAAAAT!"
Blitzø swings his foot under Striker and trips him. Blitzo kicks Striker away, causing him to drop his rifle, which Moxxie grabs. Blitzø races toward Striker and knock his head with a lamp. He lands punches at his face and swipes his tail at him. Blitzø uses his tail to toss Striker to the side. Moxxie fires a warning shot near Striker's head. Blitzo and Moxxie close in on Striker and Blitzø pulls out his pistol.
Striker: "I still think it's embarrassing. You're wastin' a lot of potential relyin' on a weak little-"
Moxxie fires a shot near Striker.
Moxxie: "You gonna finish that fucking sentence... pard'ner?"
Striker: "Vermin."
Moxxie: "Who's weak now, BITCH--?!"
Moxxie gets slammed by the door as Loona kicks it open to enter the room.
Loona: "'Kay, I'm here."
Striker narrows his eyes and uses the distraction to kick Blitzø's gun out of his hand. He shoves Blitzø aside and heads toward the open window.
Striker: "Maybe you'll get me next time... Blitzy."
Striker escapes through the window. Blitzø points his pistol outside, looking at the celebration in worry. Scene cuts to the ranch. Lin bandages up Millie's arm as she sits with her foot in a cast. Moxxie struggles to fit clothes in a suitcase. Aurora, in imp form, helps Blitzø put the luggage in the van.
Aurora: "I'm glad that I was right about him before, and for that the princess wasn't hurt."
Blitzø: "Same. I'm glad that I won't have to deal with that fucker again, Trix... But I will miss his beautiful horse."
Aurora sighs, knowing that he was very fond of horses.
Lin: "I can't believe you let him trap you, Millie! Haven't we taught you better?"
Millie: "I was seein' red, Ma! And he was slippery!"
Lin: "Excuses! You're better than that, Mildred!"
Moxxie closes the trunk and marches over to Millie's parents.
Moxxie: "Y'know, she protected me. *drawl* And maybe I'm not a strong beefy dickhead, *normal voice* but Millie has the strength enough for both of us! You two are getting on her case about being hurt by a psychopath you hired?! *drawl* Shaaaaame on you!"
Blitzø: "Aw, Moxxie, look at you! Speechin' like a big boy with his big paaaants!"
Joe glares at Moxxie, curtly nods and leaves.
Millie: "Wooow! He nodded! He's never acknowledged your input before!"
Millie stands up on crutches and walks away.
Moxxie: "Soooo, is that progress?"
Scene cuts to a sign that reads "Hideaway Motel Vacancy. The Guy That Tried 2 Kill U Def Isn't Here." Striker is on a bed, talking on the phone.
Striker: "Huh... I failed to kill the target at the festival. But don't worry, sir... It won't happen again."
Sirius drums his fingers on the table impatiently.
Sirius: "It better not! I want this pathetic bitch dead! *picks up a knife* I don't care who you have to go through, or what you have to kill, I want you to MAKE IT HAPPEN!"
He throws the knife at a portrait of Aurora on the wall, landing on her forehead.
Striker: "Understood."
Sirius hangs up the phone. Striker twirls the gun in his hand.
Striker: "I'll get her next time."
Striker chuckles evilly as he turns off the light. His yellow eyes glow in the darkness to rattlesnake hisses.