owl anon hate Blitzo

from /hhg/ Hazbin hotel general #798
G4M3R Edition

QOTT: Do you relate to any characters in HH/HB?
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Aight I'm drunk enough to take a stab at this

>Scene: Blitzo raids the rich b*tch's fridge after a night of impatiently enduring some joyless, transactional sx

>"The fuk is this?"
>"The fuk is that?"
>"Who eats this bullsht?"
>"Where's the Cheez Whiz and chocolate syrup?"

>"There's fromage fort in the container with the bronze lid and I promise you the ganache on the second shelf is better than anything that ever came out of a squeeze bottle"

>Blitzo jumps up and his head snaps in the direction of a semi-familiar voice
>A quartet of scarlet eyes, narrowed in annoyance, stare at him from the darkness, before a slender avian figure steps into the dim light cast by the lone bulb in the open icebox

>"Oh, uh, hey kid."
>"How you doing?"

>"My arm still hurts like Heaven from that round your lousy marksmanship clipped me with."

>"Ugh"
>"Look kid, there were BEES in my fukin' eyes"
>"I'll have you know I'm the best shot for at least three circles most of the time"
>"You just got-"

>"That's MY fruit punch."

>Never in his life did Blitzo believe such an innocuous series of words could be spoken with such menace

>"...What?"

>Owlnon, already nearing his father's towering height as he ages, looms down over the imp, seemingly even a bit taller than he actually is, and much more menacing
>Blitzo suddenly feels much more vulnerable than he usually does

>"That's"
>"MY"
>"Fruit"
>"Punch"

>"BLITZY"
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>Blitzo looks down and realizes that, in the course of fidgeting with the open refrigerator door, his claw happened to land on a bottle of cool, dark red liquid
>He snatches his hand away immediately

>"Right, uh, go ahead"

>Owlnon doesn't wait until he's finished speaking before wrenching the bottle from the shelf and taking a long, long drink, glaring sideways at the imp as he does so
>Having drained the bottle, he lowers it with surprising delicacy, places it carefully on the counter, and wipes his beak

>"Thanks."

>With that, the young owl demon raises a scaled leg and kicks the fridge shut
>Slamming it down on Blitzo's tail
>The imp twitches and shudders in place, shock overriding actual pain, freezing him in place for a brief, dizzying moment
>He feels a cold, damp talon clamp over his mouth just as he regains enough control of his neurons to process the fact that his tail has been abruptly compressed to a width only slightly thicker than an arcade token

>"Careful, BLITZY, we wouldn't want to wake up you-know-who, now would we?"
>"Enjoy your little midnight snack."
>"But keep your hands off of my wafer cookies, will you?"

>With that, the other half of the Goetia siblings releases the little imp and slinks off into the darkness of the manor, his tail swishing behind him
>Blitzo bites down on his lower lip until he draws blood to keep from making noise as he delicately frees his pulverized appendage from the refrigerator door
>He clutches his tail to his chest and hisses through his teeth repeatedly for a good ten or twenty minutes before the throbbing fades from an all-consuming presence in his mind to a mere constant, mood-ruining ache
>He ends the night as hungry as he began it