Helluva Guy (Helluva Boss x Autisic reader.)

Mission: Weeaboo-boo

IMP File:

Target: Emberlynn Pinkle
Location: Boring suburbs, in a boring town Rockview USA
Description: Gothy 20 something
Info:
She shipped Scrimbleson with Shawnathan instead of Blorbinzo 7 years ago, and it's basically incest or something, not really but dis bitch seems really upset about it. Not really worth it? Give to Y/N?

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Y/N, Filmmaker, and Happy Amphibian crouch low in the dense brush, the leaves rustling slightly as they hide themselves from view. The quiet suburban neighborhood of Rockview is as dull as the file described, with identical houses lined up in neat rows, each with a perfectly manicured lawn. The air is still, with the only sounds being distant lawnmowers and the occasional chirp of birds.

Filmmaker holds the file in his hands, flipping through the pages with a bemused expression. His black-and-white-striped suit seems out of place in the mundane setting, but he doesn't seem to care. Happy Amphibian, meanwhile, is adjusting the straps on his oversized goggles, his large, webbed hands moving with practiced ease. He keeps a cheerful grin on his face, despite the absurdity of their mission.

Y/N sits between them, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His eyes dart around, taking in the surroundings with the hyper-awareness that comes from his autism. Despite the serene environment, he can't help but feel a sense of impending dread.

Filmmaker: (chuckling as he reads) You've gotta be kidding me. This chick got targeted because she shipped some fictional characters the wrong way? I mean, come on. (looks at Y/N) This seems like a job someone thought you'd enjoy, Y/N. You know, low stakes.

Y/N: (nervously) I-I don't know... I mean, it doesn't seem like she really did anything wrong. (pauses) Are we sure this is right?

Happy Amphibian: (in a chipper tone) Well, the client must have been really upset about it! Maybe it's about more than just a shipping war. You never know with these kinds of things.

Filmmaker: (smirking) Yeah, but I bet it's exactly as petty as it sounds. (he closes the file) Anyway, orders are orders, right? So, what's the plan, boss?

Y/N: (hesitant) M-Maybe we should just scare her? Not... not hurt her or anything. Just, you know, make sure she knows someone's upset with her.

Happy Amphibian: (nodding enthusiastically) Ooh, I like that idea! We could do something really spooky! Like... like turn her favorite show into a horror movie!

Filmmaker: (raising an eyebrow) You mean like, some "found footage" kind of scare? We could totally do that.

Y/N: (more confident now) Y-Yeah. We'll make it s-scary, but not... not too scary. Just enough to get the message across.

Filmmaker: (grinning) Alright, let's give the goth girl a little taste of horror. We'll keep it tame—well, tame by our standards. I'll get the cameras rolling.

Happy Amphibian: (happily) And I'll add some amphibious flair! Maybe some creepy, crawly swamp creatures!

Y/N: (nodding) O-Okay. Let's do this.

With a plan in mind, the trio quietly make their way out of the brush, sticking to the shadows as they approach the house. Filmmaker readies his gear, setting up small hidden cameras around the property. Happy Amphibian begins to conjure up some eerie swamp-like fog, filling the air with a damp, earthy scent. Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

Y/N: (quietly to himself) It's just a scare. N-No one's getting hurt...

Y/N gestures to Happy Amphibian to stay back and keep an eye on Emberlynn's parents downstairs. The amphibian nods, his wide eyes blinking slowly as he hides in the shadows. Y/N and Filmmaker make their way quietly around the side of the house, sticking close to the walls as they approach the living room window.