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Greg was slumped on the couch. He was informed that he lost his job, his dream job that is. The young man was not expecting this at all. For the past few days, he thought that he was being a really good boss, but apparently the members of the board did not see it that way. Not really sure how to deal with it. He even thought about just giving up on everything. Including his hobbies considering he figured it didn't matter at that point.
He assumed that trying to get his job back wasn't worth it. Greg grabbed a bucket of ice cream in the fridge. Ripping it open as he sat on the couch. He didn't bother to know what he was watching as he went to town with his jar of ice cream. Just staring at the wall above the TV as he thought about how sad he was. Greg lightly chuckled, remembering Blitzo being one hell of a (no pun intended) boss. Though he only laughed for a second. Then, he instantly went back to staring at the wall with a lack of emotions. Greg heard the sound of the doorbell being rung. He turned the sound down from the TV, and slammed his ice cream down on the counter.
Sighing in aggravation, the young man got up from the couch and walked through his messy house. The entire floor was littered with stuff; Greg did not even do anything to clean it up as he kicked some of it to the side in frustration. Greg was filled with depression and anger that he was blinded by his emotions. Opening the door, swiping whatever it was from the UPS guy, and slamming it from behind. Though the house was dark minus the faint lighting from the TV, Greg slammed the box onto the counter and ripped it open. He threw the bubble wrap onto the floor as he took a letter out from the package.
“To Greg, I hope you are doing somewhat better after the firing.” Yeah, like I'm still not depressed or anything. “I got you a gift to maybe help you get over it somehow. Maybe even give you some escape from what is going on?” Seriously, this stupid person bought me something and thinks a gift will help? Sincerely, your coworkers. I just lost my job recently. What coworkers? Whatever.”
Greg crinkles up the letter, throwing it on the floor as he looks at what was in the box. The young man was surprised, some color coming back to his face as he looked at the item. It was the Asmodean Crystal, the one Stolas gave to Blitzo before they broke off from one another. Greg was confused though, looking at the crystal and wondering why anyone would give it to him. All it did was remind him that he didn't have a job anymore. He didn't even get how it could help him escape from his problems either. Greg rolled his eyes, picking up the crystal without care. He suddenly felt something odd. Like the world around him shook as the entire house vibrated. Even the cable from the TV tore off, leaving Greg in darkness as he looked around frantically.
He couldn't see anything. All of the windows in his house were covered up by blinds as he blinked a few times. Greg noticed he was able to see again, fully even, as everything came to view as if the lights came back on. But they didn't. He was still consumed in darkness. So why was he able to see? Greg got up from his couch, navigating his way through the trash as he made his way to a full-body mirror nearby.
Looking at his reflection, Greg gasped as he noticed his eyes were different. Instead of his normal green eyes, they were red. His sclera was now yellow rather than white. His eyes were somehow glowing in the dark too. Like Greg's eyes were flashlights as he rubbed them, wondering if he was hallucinating all of this. But once he lifted his hands down, Greg realized his eyes were still glowing.
“Okay, so this is somehow real. Wait, the Asmodean Crystal and my eyes are changing. Am I somehow turning into Blitzo?”
Greg looked down at his hands, shocked to see that his skin was turning red. His fingers were sharpening, turning into claws as the rest of his hands were turning white. With the red skin color traveling up his arms, Greg could feel the sleeves of his shirt sleeves feeling loose on him. Greg even watched in real-time as his long sleeves covered his hands. Even the inside of his sleeves felt loose too. His flabby arms were losing fat, becoming skinny as Greg couldn't help but wiggle his arms. He watched as his long sleeves shook, unable to see white markings appearing over his shoulders due to the fabric covering them.
“Okay, I may not be too crazy to admit that I am indeed turning into Blitzo. Even though I got no clue on how a replica of a crystal from a show I like is doing this. What a sec. Didn't the letter say coworkers? Oh crap…”
Greg turned away from the mirror, wrestling his way back through the mess. The young man felt his back jolt, Greg gasping as he felt more of his shirt loosening. Greg held onto his shirt, trying not to prevent his shirt from leaving his body while the young man was feeling loose around his stomach. All of his fat was disappearing, including from Greg's chest as he felt the collar of his shirt was really loose.
Greg lifted his collar, shocked to see his chest having no definition as white skin covered it in between. The rest of Greg's front and back was covered in red skin, his shirt being way too big on him. The young man tried his best to cover himself. Desperately grabbing the letter, Greg set himself back onto the couch as he felt like his too-large shirt was covering him like a blanket. He turned the letter around, and Greg noticed something written on the back.
“By the way sir, I apologize that you are not our original boss. However, he recently passed away, and you are now our new replacement. I'm sorry, is this a joke? There is no way that the real Moxxie wrote this and I'm gonna be the new Blitzo!”
Suddenly, Greg heard a pop from behind as he felt something wag. Reaching from behind him, Greg grabbed his newly formed tail and stared at it. It was Blitzo’s tail, red with one white marking along with black stripes and spikes. Greg noticed the tip of his new tail, having a black spot at the end while he just stared at it. Dumbfounded at what he was looking at, he looked back at the letter beside him. Then he took a glance at the Asmodean Crystal on his counter.
“N-no. They… they must have found the wrong guy for this job. I'm not good enough to be a new Blitzo. I couldn't even keep my job around. Why would they ever wanna pick someone like me?”
Greg wasn't sure what to think. He could only stare at the Asmodean Crystal on the counter. Watching it glow just like Greg's new eyes were doing. Greg sat back up, feeling his pants starting to loosen as his bottom was losing fat. The young man could feel the back of his pants feeling baggy, his bottom having almost no fat as Greg had no clue how he was gonna walk around with nothing fitting him anymore.
Greg could only sit on his couch, embarrassed to even picture the idea of his clothes slipping off as the front was also loosening. The young man wasn't even sure if he had anything in the front at this point, just feeling the material becoming too big for him all over as Greg wasn't sure if he could get up. He tried to move on his couch again, but everything was pressed onto him and he couldn't make much of a budge at all. He couldn't even reach out towards the crystal, still glowing as he didn't know what to do.
“Someone please help me… this is way too much for me to handle right now…”
With Greg now completely trapped on his couch, his clothes holding him downwards, the young man could feel the rest of his legs thinning out. Greg could only watch as his leggings were becoming way too big, the ending covering his sock feet. Greg grunted, his socks becoming uncomfortable as the fabric was tearing off. He tried hard to get back up, not wanting his good socks destroyed but he couldn't move.
The young man was stuck as he closed his eyes. Trying to ignore and forget the fact that his socks were getting torn off, his toes losing definition as they smoothed out. Greg's heels stuck out, turning black as his feet look like women's heels. The front and back were black as Greg felt it was weird that his feet were dangling. The young man was much shorter now. Around four feet and three inches tall, as Greg figured he probably wouldn't be able to reach high cabinets. Greg was now completely stuck, unable to move at all as the crystal glowed even brighter.
“Well, I never thought I was gonna be turned into Blitzo and stuck on my couch. I might as well get this transformation over with so maybe I can maneuver again.”
Suddenly, Greg started coughing. It was hard for him to breathe as his neck shrunk in ards. Forming to the size of a straw as his pitch was rising. Becoming more whiny and silly as Greg was able to breathe again.
“Okay, I can talk again. Wow, I sound just like Brandon Rogers now.”
Greg kept making random noises, testing out his new voice while his mouth region pushed out into a small muzzle. The young man's nose disappeared, not even sure how he was still able to smell, as the inside of his mouth widened. Greg's tongue got bigger, gaining a forked tongue as his teeth sharpened into fangs. His eyes widened, taking over half his face as any traces of hair vanished. A white marking appeared over his eyes while the rest of his face was red.
Greg's head formed into a dome, his ears formed into two large black and white horns as spikes formed behind his back. With a heart-shaped skull over his forehead, Greg was now a Blitzo trapped on a couch consumed by baggy clothes. Greg still couldn't move an inch, watching the crystal give off a faint glow as he figured the transformation was over. He was now a small imp stuck on his couch, something which Greg felt seemed alien to him. Since he wasn't human anymore, it felt strange to even be sitting at the house by himself, as if he were a stranger who had just walked in by accident.
“This is so weird. I mean, I guess I could try and get up but these clothes are so big on me. I don't even know how to wrestle myself out of this…”
Out of nowhere, the Asmodean Crystal glowed again, even brighter this time as the entire house was illuminated by the light. Greg closed his eyes tightly, trying to shield his face away from the light as his clothes were changing. They were becoming less baggy, fitting over his extremely thin body properly as the imp was able to move again. He shields his face with his hands, still bothered by the brightness as Greg gains a suit.
Greg's pants and shirt formed together, becoming a black suit with red lining and a white collar. A red shirt formed beneath his clothing, gaining a red skull piece on top of it while his suit grew outwards. Turning more into a black jacket as Greg's long sleeves shortened into black and red wristbands. With black and red boots forming over his heeled feet, Greg finally released his hands from his face as the light vanished completely.
The imp shifted his attention back towards the crystal, waiting just in case it was gonna do something else. After a while, the imp realized that it was over. Greg got off the couch, stumbling a bit with his newly formed feet as the junk on the floor wasn't helping either. The imp felt way smaller now as if the room was gonna eat him whole. Nervously trying to avoid his eyes from the scary-looking room, Greg looked down at the crystal still on his counter. He examined one of the wristbands on him, noticing an empty slot where the crystal belonged. Greg sighed, eyeing the crystal as he contemplated.
“Well, I guess since they went to me I don't have much of a choice. I'll just place this into this slot then…”
Before Greg placed it in, he turned his attention to the jar of ice cream still on the counter which was melting, having become just a jar of mush at that point. Greg considered placing it back into the fridge but eventually he decided to ignore it. He wasn't expecting to turn into Blitzo that day nor any other changes to occur. The jar of ice cream seemed almost like a distant memory. Greg placed the crystal into the slot, expecting something to happen. After a few minutes, Greg realized that the crystal wasn't giving off a light. The imp sighed, figuring that the crystal was only there to change him and nothing else.
However, Greg happened to look down and noticed a purple portal opened beneath him. The imp freaked, thinking about jumping out of the way, but it was too late. Greg dropped in, the portal closing behind as he smashed his new body onto a dark brown desk. It caved inwards, Greg's new body being stronger than he looked as he lay there.
Moaning slightly in pain as he eventually slowly got back up onto his feet. He stumbled a bit, looking around the dark brown room as Greg realized it was Blitzo's office. Greg looked down, noticing Blitzo’s name plate on the floor including miniatures of horses. The imp felt bad, considering that these belonged to a different Blitzo, as he placed them back onto the desk neatly, well, as best he could since everything slid into the giant crack in the middle. Greg turned his attention to the blinds, opening them as he looked down at the city below him. It was chaotic, many of the residents in Hell causing issues as Greg just stared in disbelief.
“This is literally Hell… I just got transported into actual Hell… I guess there isn't much I can do then. I could take a look at myself over here though.”
Greg turned away from the window, noticing a body mirror next to the entrance door of the office. He stepped up to it, taking a look at himself. The imp was amazed at his reflection, touching his horns and face as he couldn't believe he was really the embodiment of Blitzo. His tail wagged from behind, though Greg looked downwards. He didn't get it. Why him of all people? He was a loser. Why would anybody wanna deal with someone like him? With Greg contemplating these thoughts, he did a cartwheel out of the way as the door slammed open. Smashing the mirror into multiple pieces Greg was shocked at himself. He just did a cartwheel, something which he never did beforehand. He would have thought about it more if it weren't for him getting slapped with a newspaper. It was Moxxie, waving the newspaper in hand as he frantically spoke to Greg.
“Thank Satan you are here, sir! I'm glad you finally came before they got after our original boss died! They almost found the spot where we buried him but you came just in time! Come with me!”
Moxxie grabbed onto Greg's arm, dragging him out the office door before the imp could say a word. He was brought into the main lobby, where Loona, the white wolf, was at her desk along with Millie waiting beside her. Moxxie shoved Greg up at the desk, the imp shaking as he looked at all of them.
“You are um… all of you are real…”
Loona was the first to slam the phone on the door, freaking everyone out as she yelled.
“Of course we are real! Why would we not be real?! Do you realize that we were about to get caught?! It took you a grand old time to get here!”
“I just told him that, you crazy wild animal!”
Both Moxxie and Loona looked like they were ready to fight. Their faces were up against one another until Millie stepped in. She pushed them away and sighed.
“Darlings, we don't need to deal with this right now! Sugar here is scared and frightened enough as it is!”
They all turned to Greg, staring at the imp as he was shaking, sweating even as he stepped away from the desk and looked around for a way out.
“Look… I'm glad to know that you guys are real. It is just… you grabbed the wrong guy. I'm not a leader. I just lost the dream job that I had for years. What makes you guys think you grabbed the right guy for Blitzo anyway? I'm not good enough…”
Tears formed down Greg's face; the poor imp was crying as Millie walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Millie spoke calmly.
“Sugar, all of us here felt like losers at one point. Everyone in this room was considered a failure. But what we aren't are quitters, darling. We picked you cause we care. And personally, we don't see you as a loser. We see you as someone who has great potential that they just don't know they have yet. What do you say, sugar? You in?”
Greg reached out his other hand, grabbing Blitzo’s gun that Moxxie threw at him as he looked at the weapon. Greg suddenly recalled how to use it, the knowledge of stuff that Blitzo did coming back to him. He looked up to see the others. All smiling at him encouragingly, realizing that he was right where he belonged. He didn't need people that didn't appreciate him. Greg found his new family as he lifted the gun up and grinned.
“I'm so in! What's my first mission gonna be?!”
The end
...
So, considering I only like Blitzo as a comfort character I wanted the story to be safe for work. And what do ya know, I write the characters better. Take that VivziePop!
Editor:
Radiculus
He assumed that trying to get his job back wasn't worth it. Greg grabbed a bucket of ice cream in the fridge. Ripping it open as he sat on the couch. He didn't bother to know what he was watching as he went to town with his jar of ice cream. Just staring at the wall above the TV as he thought about how sad he was. Greg lightly chuckled, remembering Blitzo being one hell of a (no pun intended) boss. Though he only laughed for a second. Then, he instantly went back to staring at the wall with a lack of emotions. Greg heard the sound of the doorbell being rung. He turned the sound down from the TV, and slammed his ice cream down on the counter.
Sighing in aggravation, the young man got up from the couch and walked through his messy house. The entire floor was littered with stuff; Greg did not even do anything to clean it up as he kicked some of it to the side in frustration. Greg was filled with depression and anger that he was blinded by his emotions. Opening the door, swiping whatever it was from the UPS guy, and slamming it from behind. Though the house was dark minus the faint lighting from the TV, Greg slammed the box onto the counter and ripped it open. He threw the bubble wrap onto the floor as he took a letter out from the package.
“To Greg, I hope you are doing somewhat better after the firing.” Yeah, like I'm still not depressed or anything. “I got you a gift to maybe help you get over it somehow. Maybe even give you some escape from what is going on?” Seriously, this stupid person bought me something and thinks a gift will help? Sincerely, your coworkers. I just lost my job recently. What coworkers? Whatever.”
Greg crinkles up the letter, throwing it on the floor as he looks at what was in the box. The young man was surprised, some color coming back to his face as he looked at the item. It was the Asmodean Crystal, the one Stolas gave to Blitzo before they broke off from one another. Greg was confused though, looking at the crystal and wondering why anyone would give it to him. All it did was remind him that he didn't have a job anymore. He didn't even get how it could help him escape from his problems either. Greg rolled his eyes, picking up the crystal without care. He suddenly felt something odd. Like the world around him shook as the entire house vibrated. Even the cable from the TV tore off, leaving Greg in darkness as he looked around frantically.
He couldn't see anything. All of the windows in his house were covered up by blinds as he blinked a few times. Greg noticed he was able to see again, fully even, as everything came to view as if the lights came back on. But they didn't. He was still consumed in darkness. So why was he able to see? Greg got up from his couch, navigating his way through the trash as he made his way to a full-body mirror nearby.
Looking at his reflection, Greg gasped as he noticed his eyes were different. Instead of his normal green eyes, they were red. His sclera was now yellow rather than white. His eyes were somehow glowing in the dark too. Like Greg's eyes were flashlights as he rubbed them, wondering if he was hallucinating all of this. But once he lifted his hands down, Greg realized his eyes were still glowing.
“Okay, so this is somehow real. Wait, the Asmodean Crystal and my eyes are changing. Am I somehow turning into Blitzo?”
Greg looked down at his hands, shocked to see that his skin was turning red. His fingers were sharpening, turning into claws as the rest of his hands were turning white. With the red skin color traveling up his arms, Greg could feel the sleeves of his shirt sleeves feeling loose on him. Greg even watched in real-time as his long sleeves covered his hands. Even the inside of his sleeves felt loose too. His flabby arms were losing fat, becoming skinny as Greg couldn't help but wiggle his arms. He watched as his long sleeves shook, unable to see white markings appearing over his shoulders due to the fabric covering them.
“Okay, I may not be too crazy to admit that I am indeed turning into Blitzo. Even though I got no clue on how a replica of a crystal from a show I like is doing this. What a sec. Didn't the letter say coworkers? Oh crap…”
Greg turned away from the mirror, wrestling his way back through the mess. The young man felt his back jolt, Greg gasping as he felt more of his shirt loosening. Greg held onto his shirt, trying not to prevent his shirt from leaving his body while the young man was feeling loose around his stomach. All of his fat was disappearing, including from Greg's chest as he felt the collar of his shirt was really loose.
Greg lifted his collar, shocked to see his chest having no definition as white skin covered it in between. The rest of Greg's front and back was covered in red skin, his shirt being way too big on him. The young man tried his best to cover himself. Desperately grabbing the letter, Greg set himself back onto the couch as he felt like his too-large shirt was covering him like a blanket. He turned the letter around, and Greg noticed something written on the back.
“By the way sir, I apologize that you are not our original boss. However, he recently passed away, and you are now our new replacement. I'm sorry, is this a joke? There is no way that the real Moxxie wrote this and I'm gonna be the new Blitzo!”
Suddenly, Greg heard a pop from behind as he felt something wag. Reaching from behind him, Greg grabbed his newly formed tail and stared at it. It was Blitzo’s tail, red with one white marking along with black stripes and spikes. Greg noticed the tip of his new tail, having a black spot at the end while he just stared at it. Dumbfounded at what he was looking at, he looked back at the letter beside him. Then he took a glance at the Asmodean Crystal on his counter.
“N-no. They… they must have found the wrong guy for this job. I'm not good enough to be a new Blitzo. I couldn't even keep my job around. Why would they ever wanna pick someone like me?”
Greg wasn't sure what to think. He could only stare at the Asmodean Crystal on the counter. Watching it glow just like Greg's new eyes were doing. Greg sat back up, feeling his pants starting to loosen as his bottom was losing fat. The young man could feel the back of his pants feeling baggy, his bottom having almost no fat as Greg had no clue how he was gonna walk around with nothing fitting him anymore.
Greg could only sit on his couch, embarrassed to even picture the idea of his clothes slipping off as the front was also loosening. The young man wasn't even sure if he had anything in the front at this point, just feeling the material becoming too big for him all over as Greg wasn't sure if he could get up. He tried to move on his couch again, but everything was pressed onto him and he couldn't make much of a budge at all. He couldn't even reach out towards the crystal, still glowing as he didn't know what to do.
“Someone please help me… this is way too much for me to handle right now…”
With Greg now completely trapped on his couch, his clothes holding him downwards, the young man could feel the rest of his legs thinning out. Greg could only watch as his leggings were becoming way too big, the ending covering his sock feet. Greg grunted, his socks becoming uncomfortable as the fabric was tearing off. He tried hard to get back up, not wanting his good socks destroyed but he couldn't move.
The young man was stuck as he closed his eyes. Trying to ignore and forget the fact that his socks were getting torn off, his toes losing definition as they smoothed out. Greg's heels stuck out, turning black as his feet look like women's heels. The front and back were black as Greg felt it was weird that his feet were dangling. The young man was much shorter now. Around four feet and three inches tall, as Greg figured he probably wouldn't be able to reach high cabinets. Greg was now completely stuck, unable to move at all as the crystal glowed even brighter.
“Well, I never thought I was gonna be turned into Blitzo and stuck on my couch. I might as well get this transformation over with so maybe I can maneuver again.”
Suddenly, Greg started coughing. It was hard for him to breathe as his neck shrunk in ards. Forming to the size of a straw as his pitch was rising. Becoming more whiny and silly as Greg was able to breathe again.
“Okay, I can talk again. Wow, I sound just like Brandon Rogers now.”
Greg kept making random noises, testing out his new voice while his mouth region pushed out into a small muzzle. The young man's nose disappeared, not even sure how he was still able to smell, as the inside of his mouth widened. Greg's tongue got bigger, gaining a forked tongue as his teeth sharpened into fangs. His eyes widened, taking over half his face as any traces of hair vanished. A white marking appeared over his eyes while the rest of his face was red.
Greg's head formed into a dome, his ears formed into two large black and white horns as spikes formed behind his back. With a heart-shaped skull over his forehead, Greg was now a Blitzo trapped on a couch consumed by baggy clothes. Greg still couldn't move an inch, watching the crystal give off a faint glow as he figured the transformation was over. He was now a small imp stuck on his couch, something which Greg felt seemed alien to him. Since he wasn't human anymore, it felt strange to even be sitting at the house by himself, as if he were a stranger who had just walked in by accident.
“This is so weird. I mean, I guess I could try and get up but these clothes are so big on me. I don't even know how to wrestle myself out of this…”
Out of nowhere, the Asmodean Crystal glowed again, even brighter this time as the entire house was illuminated by the light. Greg closed his eyes tightly, trying to shield his face away from the light as his clothes were changing. They were becoming less baggy, fitting over his extremely thin body properly as the imp was able to move again. He shields his face with his hands, still bothered by the brightness as Greg gains a suit.
Greg's pants and shirt formed together, becoming a black suit with red lining and a white collar. A red shirt formed beneath his clothing, gaining a red skull piece on top of it while his suit grew outwards. Turning more into a black jacket as Greg's long sleeves shortened into black and red wristbands. With black and red boots forming over his heeled feet, Greg finally released his hands from his face as the light vanished completely.
The imp shifted his attention back towards the crystal, waiting just in case it was gonna do something else. After a while, the imp realized that it was over. Greg got off the couch, stumbling a bit with his newly formed feet as the junk on the floor wasn't helping either. The imp felt way smaller now as if the room was gonna eat him whole. Nervously trying to avoid his eyes from the scary-looking room, Greg looked down at the crystal still on his counter. He examined one of the wristbands on him, noticing an empty slot where the crystal belonged. Greg sighed, eyeing the crystal as he contemplated.
“Well, I guess since they went to me I don't have much of a choice. I'll just place this into this slot then…”
Before Greg placed it in, he turned his attention to the jar of ice cream still on the counter which was melting, having become just a jar of mush at that point. Greg considered placing it back into the fridge but eventually he decided to ignore it. He wasn't expecting to turn into Blitzo that day nor any other changes to occur. The jar of ice cream seemed almost like a distant memory. Greg placed the crystal into the slot, expecting something to happen. After a few minutes, Greg realized that the crystal wasn't giving off a light. The imp sighed, figuring that the crystal was only there to change him and nothing else.
However, Greg happened to look down and noticed a purple portal opened beneath him. The imp freaked, thinking about jumping out of the way, but it was too late. Greg dropped in, the portal closing behind as he smashed his new body onto a dark brown desk. It caved inwards, Greg's new body being stronger than he looked as he lay there.
Moaning slightly in pain as he eventually slowly got back up onto his feet. He stumbled a bit, looking around the dark brown room as Greg realized it was Blitzo's office. Greg looked down, noticing Blitzo’s name plate on the floor including miniatures of horses. The imp felt bad, considering that these belonged to a different Blitzo, as he placed them back onto the desk neatly, well, as best he could since everything slid into the giant crack in the middle. Greg turned his attention to the blinds, opening them as he looked down at the city below him. It was chaotic, many of the residents in Hell causing issues as Greg just stared in disbelief.
“This is literally Hell… I just got transported into actual Hell… I guess there isn't much I can do then. I could take a look at myself over here though.”
Greg turned away from the window, noticing a body mirror next to the entrance door of the office. He stepped up to it, taking a look at himself. The imp was amazed at his reflection, touching his horns and face as he couldn't believe he was really the embodiment of Blitzo. His tail wagged from behind, though Greg looked downwards. He didn't get it. Why him of all people? He was a loser. Why would anybody wanna deal with someone like him? With Greg contemplating these thoughts, he did a cartwheel out of the way as the door slammed open. Smashing the mirror into multiple pieces Greg was shocked at himself. He just did a cartwheel, something which he never did beforehand. He would have thought about it more if it weren't for him getting slapped with a newspaper. It was Moxxie, waving the newspaper in hand as he frantically spoke to Greg.
“Thank Satan you are here, sir! I'm glad you finally came before they got after our original boss died! They almost found the spot where we buried him but you came just in time! Come with me!”
Moxxie grabbed onto Greg's arm, dragging him out the office door before the imp could say a word. He was brought into the main lobby, where Loona, the white wolf, was at her desk along with Millie waiting beside her. Moxxie shoved Greg up at the desk, the imp shaking as he looked at all of them.
“You are um… all of you are real…”
Loona was the first to slam the phone on the door, freaking everyone out as she yelled.
“Of course we are real! Why would we not be real?! Do you realize that we were about to get caught?! It took you a grand old time to get here!”
“I just told him that, you crazy wild animal!”
Both Moxxie and Loona looked like they were ready to fight. Their faces were up against one another until Millie stepped in. She pushed them away and sighed.
“Darlings, we don't need to deal with this right now! Sugar here is scared and frightened enough as it is!”
They all turned to Greg, staring at the imp as he was shaking, sweating even as he stepped away from the desk and looked around for a way out.
“Look… I'm glad to know that you guys are real. It is just… you grabbed the wrong guy. I'm not a leader. I just lost the dream job that I had for years. What makes you guys think you grabbed the right guy for Blitzo anyway? I'm not good enough…”
Tears formed down Greg's face; the poor imp was crying as Millie walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Millie spoke calmly.
“Sugar, all of us here felt like losers at one point. Everyone in this room was considered a failure. But what we aren't are quitters, darling. We picked you cause we care. And personally, we don't see you as a loser. We see you as someone who has great potential that they just don't know they have yet. What do you say, sugar? You in?”
Greg reached out his other hand, grabbing Blitzo’s gun that Moxxie threw at him as he looked at the weapon. Greg suddenly recalled how to use it, the knowledge of stuff that Blitzo did coming back to him. He looked up to see the others. All smiling at him encouragingly, realizing that he was right where he belonged. He didn't need people that didn't appreciate him. Greg found his new family as he lifted the gun up and grinned.
“I'm so in! What's my first mission gonna be?!”
The end
...
So, considering I only like Blitzo as a comfort character I wanted the story to be safe for work. And what do ya know, I write the characters better. Take that VivziePop!
Editor:
Radiculus
Category Story / Transformation
Species Imp
Size 120 x 68px
File Size 53.2 kB
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