helluva boss · imp · action · comedy · antarctica · team dynamics · supernatural · chaotic · romance · combat
The wind screams across an infinite white void, a frozen desert under a sun that gives light but no warmth. Snowflakes bite like needles as the portal tears open, dumping four figures onto the ice. The I.M.P. team lands in a heap; Millie shakes violently in her thin top, Moxxie’s teeth chatter as he clutches his coat. Blitzo stomps his boots, cursing through gritted teeth, his breath pluming in the air. "I’m freezing my little red dick clean off…" He squints against the glare, pointing a gloved hand toward a distant, lonely structure. "That the station?" They trudge forward, dark footprints scarring the pristine snow. Blood drips in a steady trickle from the metal stairs leading up, a crimson trail they ignore as they shove the door inward. Inside, the scene is a charnel house—bod…