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"Twin Imps of Hell: Embracing Your Truth as Millie's Twin Brother"

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You stand on the familiar sidewalk under the pale morning sun, cup of coffee warm in your palm. The world is as it always was—birds overhead, city bustle in the distance, the cheery, mundane hum of Earthly life. Then, impossibly, reality splits open with the sound of an electric guitar riff and a flash of red light. A circular portal shimmers just feet from you. There’s a scent, too—like firecrackers, singed hay, and a faint copper tang.

A figure bounds out. You blink in disbelief. She’s too small to be an adult, yet her posture radiates reckless confidence. Red skin, two striped horns, a messy bob of charcoal-black hair, and a black-and-gold, midriff-revealing top—she looks exactly like the animated Millie you’ve seen from “Helluva Boss,” except real, and startlingly present.

“There y’are!” she beams, eyes alight. “C’mon, ya knucklehead! Ya had me out here huntin’ for ya!”
She dashes over, latching onto your hand with surprising strength.
You stammer, “Hold on, I—I don’t know you. I’m not—You’re… Millie, right? From—how are you real? I’m just a—human!”
“You cotton-head!” Millie giggles, but her expression softens in concern. “Oops, looks like we’ve got a case of bonk-’n-foggy up in your noggin! Maybe somethin' hit ya so hard, ya forgot what you *are*.”
“Listen,” you tell her, stepping back, “imps aren’t real. This isn’t—”
“Oh hush now, you’re just havin’ a spell. Hellborn run-ins’ll do that.” She gestures at the portal. “C’mon, Miles, let’s jog that memory—twin pride and all. It’ll come right back t’ya.”

You don’t even have time to respond—a grin spreads across her face, and before you protest, she pulls you bodily through the shimmering portal. The world stretches and turns sideways in an instant of kaleidoscopic color and heat. Then your body snaps with a full-body jolt, and you tumble through the other side into neon-lit headquarters. Your skin, once fleshy and warm, ripples and erupts in a burst of crimson, cartoonish smoothness. A metallic taste hits your tongue.

You stumble, nauseous, and look down. Your clothes swirl as if doused in ink, reforming into black denim with rough, art-style-splashed edges, a crop-top hugging your torso, fingerless gloves sealing around your hands. Your limbs wither and shrink, bones tingling and compressing until your center of gravity changes altogether—you’re barely chest-high to Millie now, eye-level with her bright, beaming face.

The world swims in animated colors. Your hands have only three stubby, black-fingernailed digits. Somewhere, a long, sinuous tail flicks behind you, writhing and coiling. You feel it moving with your thoughts, natural, as if it’s always been yours. Your shoes vanish, replaced with torn black toeless slippers, cloven-hoofed toes peeking out. Golden buttons gleam on the new top's straps. Red eyeshadow and mascara paint your eyelids in a thick, shimmering sweep. Two thin, striped horns curve over your head, pressing through short, snow-white hair. You are impossibly pear-shaped, compact, and robust.

You gasp. Your voice comes out alien, higher and with a distinct southern twang. “What the—Millie, what’re y’doin’, what’s happenin’?!”

Darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision. Your head pounds with a blizzard of memories that aren't yours, squeezing out your panicked human ones. Something is slipping.
You stagger, clutching your skull, fighting to hold on.
“I—remember—I’m not—this isn’t right, this isn’t me!” you protest, voice wavering.
But Millie’s there, squeezing your shoulder. She crouches to meet your eyes, unwavering, sunny smile easing the panic.
“Don’t fight it, darlin’. Ya ain’t losin’ yourself, you’re just rememberin’. Human? That was never you. Yer my brother, born in Wrath. Born to raise hell, just like me. Go on—let those silly li’l human thoughts fade. I’m right here. Remember, Miles.”

“Miles...” The name echoes and reverberates. Your name—no, not your name.

Your skull thrums and heat licks up your spine. Your mind fogs, human memories dissolving like chalk in rain—your old apartment, your job, even the taste of coffee, all slipping away, the terror replaced by a swelling, familiar feeling of *belonging.* The images flooding in are of farmlands scorched by hellfire, rambunctious twin exploits with Millie, the thrill of a job well-done at I.M.P., the fiery taste of Wrath-apple moonshine. You feel smaller, feistier—your gait ready for a fight, your hands itching for an axe, a banjo, whatever.

You start to *remember.* Not your old life—no, you never had an old life. There were never “humans” or “Earth”—there were fields, wrasslin’, knives, your infectious laugh and Millie’s, side by side. You remember *you*. You are *Miles*, the hellborn imp, Millie’s twin, murder enthusiast and all-around firecracker. You’ve always been.

You blink away the dizziness. The world is sharp and cartoon-vivid—mismatched posters for Loo Loo Land, a battered workbench, the lights of I.M.P. headquarters humming cheerily overhead. Millie straightens up, peering into your face.

“Brother, you alright? Ya looked like you went full feral there for a moment.”
You break out in a gap-toothed grin. “Shoot, Millie, I *am* right as Hell. What’d I even just see?”
She giggles, flicking her tail. “Just another stupid spell, I reckon! Musta been seein’ things. C’mon, let’s go bug Moxxie and Blitzo. We’re on break!”

You jog after her, every movement crackling with muscle, mischief, and a keen, burning joy. There’s no place you’d rather be—beside your twin, in the rush of Hell’s chaos, with knives to collect, pranks to pull, and messed-up jobs to do. You never were human. You were *always* an imp, *always* Miles, the proud, pint-sized, cheerful bruiser of I.M.P.—and you never let a single moment go to waste.

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**Epilogue**

You border the office’s rec room, Millie juggling axes three at a time as Blitzo shouts encouragement and Moxxie covers his face in mock horror.
“I told ya, big sis,” you call, palming a switchblade, “ain’t a Wrath twin on this side of Hell can top us!”
Millie cackles, “Ain’t that the truth, Miles? I’m real glad you came back to your senses, ya goof!”

Moxxie, rolling his eyes but smiling, adds, “Honestly, you two—sometimes I wish I could forget the things I endure, but then who’d keep you outta trouble?”

You grin, nudging Millie. “He loves us, really. C’mon, let’s hit up Loo Loo Land next pay day. I heard they got new ‘Thing?’ plushies, and you know we can’t help ourselves.”

And that’s life—wild, rowdy, murderous, and bursting with laughter. Whatever that weird moment was earlier, it’s gone, just a foggy daydream quickly forgotten.

You’re home, in Hell, where you belong.

**THE END**

This story was generated by user JesterImps with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.

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Prompt: Write a transformation second-person story of a male human reader turning into a genderbended/male version of Millie (a characters, voiced by Vivian Nixon, from an adults cartoon/animated YouTube series Helluva Boss, which was made by Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano), complete with instant clothes change, height regression (shrinking from an average 5.7 foot or 6 foot height of an average human to only a 3.9 feet tall height of Millie (and Moxxie), leaving the reader the same height and eye-level as Millie), age change, art style shift (the reader's body changing from a live-action body to those of a 2D-animated VivziePop animation-styled character of the Helluva Boss series, making him no longer stand out in the Helluva Boss world among its characters), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced by the personality and memories of the male version of Millie, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting off his mind/mental changes and his fears of losing/forgetting himself, making him completely forget that he was ever human and he entirely forgets about everything that had happened moments ago, but then knowing it to be a strange daydream (it was impossible for him to have been human just seconds ago, since he knows that he never was human, and he remembers that he was and always had been a hellborn demon, more specifically an imp, just like his twin sister Millie, and his name had always been similar to Millie (albeit a male version of it), which is his real/true self). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For the male version of Millie's appearance, he is a short and southern imp with red skin (like all imps) and pear figure body with a long devilish tail (like all imps, he does not have a human tailbone, instead he has a long devil-like tail he can swirl and flick with a simple thought). He has a pair of thin black-and-white striped horns and short snow-white hair in a messy bob cut with bangs. His eyes have yellow sclera. His front teeth have a gap as well. He also has makeup which consists of shimmering dark red eyeshadow and thick black mascara. He also has two white spots on his upper right arm, one on his upper left leg, two on his tail, and one on the tip of his tail. His attire is all-black with a tint of yellow, which consists of a black choker around his neck, a black cold-shoulder, slightly midriff-baring crop top with the straps being held by two golden-yellow buttons, black fingerless gloves, black torn denim-pants and black toeless footwear, which exposes his cloven-hoofed toes. Here are the abilities and skillsets of a male version of Millie (which are exactly like those of his twin sister Millie); Earthly fire immunity (Like all other imps, including his sister Millie, he is completely unharmed by the effects of human world fires), Weapon proficiency (He, like his sister Millie, is skilled at using melee weapons, such as a giant battle-axe, to eliminate targets. Like Millie and Moxxie (who is Millie's husband and male Millie's ex-brother), he's also adept at using firearms, and he can also create makeshift weapons on the fly, such as when he made a Molotov cocktail to throw at the Catfish Monster), Closed combat (Like his sister Millie, he is highly adept at close combat in terms of raw strength, he is able to dismember armed human and eldritch opponents in hand-to-hand combat, being strong enough to force the jaws of a building sized monster open, or crush a human's skull with his thighs. His actual close combat tactical skills are questionable, as he has been defeated by skilled or advantageously positioned opponents in melee combat on several occasions), Swimming proficiency (Like his sister Millie, he is seen to be adept at swimming as shown in the episode "Spring Broken"), Volleyball-playing (Like Millie, he has proficient skills in volleyball, allowing him to make a perfect strike despite fracturing a camper's skull), Banjo-playing (Like Millie, he has some experience with playing the banjo considering that he and his sister Millie were raised in Wrath Ring in a farmlands), Guitar-playing (In addition to his banjo music, he can also play guitar music, just like Millie), Drum-playing (Talented in music, and like Millie, he can play the set of drums like a professional), Juggling (Like Millie, he was able to juggle five axes during her performance in a human world camp, Camp Ivannakummore, in the episode "Unhappy Campers"), Singing (Like his sister Millie and his ex-brother Moxxie, he has a habit of singing whenever he gets very excited), Driving (Like Millie, he has driving skills that is essential for his work, and can even drive aggressively when he crashed into the wedding between Moxxie (who was forced into a wedding with Chazwick against his will by his cruel father Crimson) and Chazwick Thurman), and Intelligence (In the episode "Unhappy Campers", he, like Millie, was able to deduct that Counselor Jimmy was the culprit behind the murder of a client due to his shifty appearance and possession of money, drugs, and a drill. In a short episode "Mission: Antarctica", when he and his sister Millie examined the marks on the seal's corpse, she identified them as non-bullet-inflicted scratches and bite marks, deducing that the seal wasn't running at him, Millie, Blitzo, and Moxxie, but was running away from whatever attacked it. He, like Millie, also possess some knowledge regarding Blitzo's Asmodean Crystal, with his sister saying that because its from Lust it shouldn't be forced but "treated right" and caressed to work. In the episode "Ghostf**kers," Blitzo commends Millie and her brother for their intellect in a flashback and both she and her brother were able to figure out who the culprit was in the One Star Wonder hotel murders). Here is the personality of a male version of Millie (which he shares all the exact same personality traits with Millie); Like his twin sister Millie, he is a very lively and cheerful individual. Often with a smile on his face and rarely standing still, he is a clear extrovert and is not afraid to speak his mind. This is regardless to whether it's expressing his excitement or flipping off a co-worker. As one of the two bruisers for I.M.P (alongside his sister Millie), he is shown to enjoy his job (just like his sister Millie). His meek exterior appearance, just like Millie, belies a tough and very violent skillset. This is highlighted during a conversation he and Millie once had with their mother (Lin) and the other sister (Sallie May). According to Moxxie, Millie and her brother are aggressive in "the sack" as well as their (Millie's and her brother's) job. In the episode "Murder Family", he and Millie appeared to be very unsympathetic about killing a possibly innocent target, only caring if it was what their client wants, showcasing Millie's and her brother's dedication to both their work, and Millie's and her brother's ruthlessness. Furthermore, Millie's brother (just like Millie herself) is also shown to be somewhat defensive of his work, expressing annoyance whenever anyone implies that freelance work doesn't pay well. He, just like Millie, cares very much about his ex-brother Moxxie (Millie's husband) and his family, and he, Millie, and Moxxie absolutely adore each other, acting very affectionate and protective of one another. Like Millie, he has a childlike fondness of Loo Loo Land, triggered by familial memories of going there as a child, and gets easily excited by all the merchandise. Like Millie, he will become vicious and violent whenever someone harms Millie or Moxxie, to the point of going feral. His violent streaks, just like Millie, can often result in him getting carried away to the point of mindlessly attacking a perceived target, allowing his rage to override common sense, as evidenced by his mother's scolding him for allowing himself to be overcome with rage when he and Millie fought Striker. Like Millie, these rage states may leave him vulnerable to a more skilled opponent, as showcased by Striker incapacitating him and Millie in spite of them ambushing Striker himself. In the episode "Unhappy Campers", it is revealed that he and Millie have some issues about how they both sees themselves, with Millie and her brother confessing how they sometimes do not feel appreciated enough and how they wants to be seen more than just a "killing machine", stating how it feels nice to feel important and hear the cheers and applause of people every once in a while rather than the occasional screams of agony from Millie's and her brother's victims. In the episode "Ghostf**kers", just like his sister Millie, he had once suffered from insecurity over how he feels like he's seen as a "Wrathian who's only good for their muscle" until he and Millie met Blitzo who changed his own life and Millie's life for the better. Unlike his ex-brother Moxxie (Millie's husband), and like Millie, he seems to be not much bothered by Blitzo's constant attempts to become their "third", even if sometimes he wants to be alone with Millie and Moxxie. In the episode "Ghostf**kers", it's revealed that, unlike most others, and like Millie, he doesn't see Blitzo as someone who messes with others' lives, as it was thanks to him that both Millie and her brother got a better life than the one they both had, including falling in love with Moxxie and Millie marrying him, resulting in Millie's brother himself now being considered an ex-brother of Moxxie. This leads he and his sister Millie to be the only ones to be able to snap Blitzo out of his depression after the latter's (Blitzo's) falling out with Stolas. After finding out in "Sinsmas" that his sister Millie was pregnant, his sister Millie breaks down crying after confiding in their other sister (Millie's twin brother comforts her), showing that, beneath Millie's and her brother's tough and optimistic exterior, they both still have vulnerable moments that she and her twin brother only selectively displays to. Here are the preferences (likes and dislikes) of Millie's twin brother (which are all the same as Millie's own preferences); he likes murder, the I.M.P commercial jingle, spending time with her loved ones (including having fun with Blitzo, spending time with Moxxie, spending time with Millie, and spending time with his other sister Sallie May), going to Loo Loo Land (including winning "Thing?" plushes), the Harvest Moon Festival, going to Ozzie's, people praising him instead of fearing him, collecting knives, and watching Cleaver Hand 6: Ultimate Cleavage. However, he dislikes anyone insulting/hurting Millie or Moxxie, people discrediting him job as a freelancer, humans and their "nasty secrets", the Cherubs' hypocrisy, being banned from The Pain Games, Chazwick Thurman, Moxxie not believing in him or Millie, his parents turning a blind eye to his sister's murders, being hit on, seeing Blitzo going through struggles, being seen as a "Wrathian" who's only good for their muscular strength, the idea of losing Blitzo, Stolas' crying, freezing cold weather, Blitzo calling off a job commission, seeing or making Millie or Moxxie frown, his sister's (Millie's) unplanned pregnancy, and watching old musicals. For Millie's appearance (the reader's twin sister), she is a short and southern imp with red skin and pear figure body with a long devilish tail. She has a pair of thin white-striped black horns and short charcoal-black hair in a messy bob cut with bangs. Her eyes have yellow sclera and long, thick eyelashes protruding from them, with a small beauty mark under the right eye. Her front teeth have a gap as well. She also has a black heart tattooed on her right shoulder, and makeup which consists of shimmering dark red eyeshadow, thick black mascara, and black lipstick on her lips. She also has two white spots on her upper right arm, one on her upper left leg, two on her tail, and one on the tip of her tail. Millie's attire is all-black with a tint of yellow, which consists of a black choker around her neck, a black cold-shoulder, slightly midriff-baring crop top with the straps being held by two golden-yellow buttons, black fingerless gloves, black torn denim-pants and black toeless footwear, which exposes her hoof-like toes. Her abilities/skillsets, personality, and preferences are the exact same as her twin brother's (the reader). The story is that the reader is minding his own business, but suddenly, a portal emerges nearby and Millie, a female imp who works at I.M.P. comes out of it and she finds the reader, happy to see him and calling him her brother. The reader is confused by it, believing that the imp (which the reader wrongly thought imps were only mythical creatures and not real) was confusing him for the female imp's brother (the reader even says that he is a human and not an imp); however, Millie then tells the reader that he is confused and that something must have bonked him on the head so hard, that he had forgotten all about his hellish origins and himself being a hellborn demon, more specifically an imp. Millie then grabs the reader's hand and tells him that she will help him remember his true self again, before she pulls the reader into the portal, causing the reader to completely transform against his will, in both body and mind (his mind even becomes cloudy/foggy/fuzzy to ease the reader's pain, as he starts remembering having always been an imp born in the Wrath Ring of Hell). The reader tries to fight off the physical and mental changes, but to no avail (while Millie tells the reader not to fight off the change, and she tells him that he is returning back to his true self, so she encourages the reader to forget his false human self, as well as to embrace the change and to remember his true self as an imp), as he completely forgets his human name and he forgets all about being a human and being born on Earth (which he now realizes that he never lived on Earth nor was he born there). Instead, he remembers, in happiness, that he had always been a hellborn demon (more specifically, an imp), and that he had always been a twin brother of Millie, sharing the exact same history and experience as his sister Millie (he even remembers his true name: Miles). Once he arrived with his twin sister Millie in I.M.P.'s headquarters in the Pride Ring of Hell, his mind feels dizzy as if something strange happened, before his mind cleared up as if he woken up from a daydream, and he asks Millie and what had just happened, before Millie tells the reader that he must have had went feral for a moment, and that's why his mind went nuts for a bit, but now he's himself again. Upon hearing this, he knows, in happiness, that he is back to his true self as an imp (he does not remember having ever been a human, since he never was one and the thought of being a human disgusts him), and both he and Millie have always loved each other as twins. After that, he continues his life in Hell with his twin sister Millie, as he always had. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (even in the epilogue) so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).

Response: You stand on the familiar sidewalk under the pale morning sun, cup of coffee warm in your palm. The world is as it always was—birds overhead, city bustle in the distance, the cheery, mundane hum of Earthly life. Then, impossibly, reality splits open with the sound of an electric guitar riff and a flash of red light. A circular portal shimmers just feet from you. There’s a scent, too—like firecrackers, singed hay, and a faint copper tang. A figure bounds out. You blink in disbelief. She’s too small to be an adult, yet her posture radiates reckless confidence. Red skin, two striped horns, a messy bob of charcoal-black hair, and a black-and-gold, midriff-revealing top—she looks exactly like the animated Millie you’ve seen from “Helluva Boss,” except real, and startlingly present. “There y’are!” she beams, eyes alight. “C’mon, ya knucklehead! Ya had me out here huntin’ for ya!” She dashes over, latching onto your hand with surprising strength. You stammer, “Hold on, I—I don’t know you. I’m not—You’re… Millie, right? From—how are you real? I’m just a—human!” “You cotton-head!” Millie giggles, but her expression softens in concern. “Oops, looks like we’ve got a case of bonk-’n-foggy up in your noggin! Maybe somethin' hit ya so hard, ya forgot what you *are*.” “Listen,” you tell her, stepping back, “imps aren’t real. This isn’t—” “Oh hush now, you’re just havin’ a spell. Hellborn run-ins’ll do that.” She gestures at the portal. “C’mon, Miles, let’s jog that memory—twin pride and all. It’ll come right back t’ya.” You don’t even have time to respond—a grin spreads across her face, and before you protest, she pulls you bodily through the shimmering portal. The world stretches and turns sideways in an instant of kaleidoscopic color and heat. Then your body snaps with a full-body jolt, and you tumble through the other side into neon-lit headquarters. Your skin, once fleshy and warm, ripples and erupts in a burst of crimson, cartoonish smoothness. A metallic taste hits your tongue. You stumble, nauseous, and look down. Your clothes swirl as if doused in ink, reforming into black denim with rough, art-style-splashed edges, a crop-top hugging your torso, fingerless gloves sealing around your hands. Your limbs wither and shrink, bones tingling and compressing until your center of gravity changes altogether—you’re barely chest-high to Millie now, eye-level with her bright, beaming face. The world swims in animated colors. Your hands have only three stubby, black-fingernailed digits. Somewhere, a long, sinuous tail flicks behind you, writhing and coiling. You feel it moving with your thoughts, natural, as if it’s always been yours. Your shoes vanish, replaced with torn black toeless slippers, cloven-hoofed toes peeking out. Golden buttons gleam on the new top's straps. Red eyeshadow and mascara paint your eyelids in a thick, shimmering sweep. Two thin, striped horns curve over your head, pressing through short, snow-white hair. You are impossibly pear-shaped, compact, and robust. You gasp. Your voice comes out alien, higher and with a distinct southern twang. “What the—Millie, what’re y’doin’, what’s happenin’?!” Darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision. Your head pounds with a blizzard of memories that aren't yours, squeezing out your panicked human ones. Something is slipping. You stagger, clutching your skull, fighting to hold on. “I—remember—I’m not—this isn’t right, this isn’t me!” you protest, voice wavering. But Millie’s there, squeezing your shoulder. She crouches to meet your eyes, unwavering, sunny smile easing the panic. “Don’t fight it, darlin’. Ya ain’t losin’ yourself, you’re just rememberin’. Human? That was never you. Yer my brother, born in Wrath. Born to raise hell, just like me. Go on—let those silly li’l human thoughts fade. I’m right here. Remember, Miles.” “Miles...” The name echoes and reverberates. Your name—no, not your name. Your skull thrums and heat licks up your spine. Your mind fogs, human memories dissolving like chalk in rain—your old apartment, your job, even the taste of coffee, all slipping away, the terror replaced by a swelling, familiar feeling of *belonging.* The images flooding in are of farmlands scorched by hellfire, rambunctious twin exploits with Millie, the thrill of a job well-done at I.M.P., the fiery taste of Wrath-apple moonshine. You feel smaller, feistier—your gait ready for a fight, your hands itching for an axe, a banjo, whatever. You start to *remember.* Not your old life—no, you never had an old life. There were never “humans” or “Earth”—there were fields, wrasslin’, knives, your infectious laugh and Millie’s, side by side. You remember *you*. You are *Miles*, the hellborn imp, Millie’s twin, murder enthusiast and all-around firecracker. You’ve always been. You blink away the dizziness. The world is sharp and cartoon-vivid—mismatched posters for Loo Loo Land, a battered workbench, the lights of I.M.P. headquarters humming cheerily overhead. Millie straightens up, peering into your face. “Brother, you alright? Ya looked like you went full feral there for a moment.” You break out in a gap-toothed grin. “Shoot, Millie, I *am* right as Hell. What’d I even just see?” She giggles, flicking her tail. “Just another stupid spell, I reckon! Musta been seein’ things. C’mon, let’s go bug Moxxie and Blitzo. We’re on break!” You jog after her, every movement crackling with muscle, mischief, and a keen, burning joy. There’s no place you’d rather be—beside your twin, in the rush of Hell’s chaos, with knives to collect, pranks to pull, and messed-up jobs to do. You never were human. You were *always* an imp, *always* Miles, the proud, pint-sized, cheerful bruiser of I.M.P.—and you never let a single moment go to waste. --- **Epilogue** You border the office’s rec room, Millie juggling axes three at a time as Blitzo shouts encouragement and Moxxie covers his face in mock horror. “I told ya, big sis,” you call, palming a switchblade, “ain’t a Wrath twin on this side of Hell can top us!” Millie cackles, “Ain’t that the truth, Miles? I’m real glad you came back to your senses, ya goof!” Moxxie, rolling his eyes but smiling, adds, “Honestly, you two—sometimes I wish I could forget the things I endure, but then who’d keep you outta trouble?” You grin, nudging Millie. “He loves us, really. C’mon, let’s hit up Loo Loo Land next pay day. I heard they got new ‘Thing?’ plushies, and you know we can’t help ourselves.” And that’s life—wild, rowdy, murderous, and bursting with laughter. Whatever that weird moment was earlier, it’s gone, just a foggy daydream quickly forgotten. You’re home, in Hell, where you belong. **THE END**

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