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INT. I.M.P OFFICE - DAY
Loona slouches in her chair behind the reception desk, scrolling half-heartedly through her phone with one hand while the other taps a pen against the desk. The phones are ringing nonstop. With an irritated grunt, she snatches up the receiver.
LOONA
(voice dripping with sarcasm)
I.M.P. What the fuck do you want?
She rolls her eyes as the caller speaks, leaning back and kicking her boots onto the desk.
LOONA
Uh-huh. Yeah, we do assassinations, dumbass, not babysitting. If your cheating ex needs to “disappear,” maybe get off the phone with me and grow a fucking spine.
She slams the phone down mid-sentence, muttering under her breath.
LOONA
Fucking idiots.
The phone rings again, and Loona groans like her soul is being sucked from her body. She reluctantly answers.
LOONA
I.M.P. If you’re gonna cry, make it quick—I'm on a schedule here.
She grimaces at whatever the caller says, rubbing her temple like this is physically painful.
LOONA
Look, lady, I don’t give a flying rat’s ass about your “emotional closure.” You want your douchebag boyfriend dead or not? No? Then get off my line and call a therapist.
She slams the phone down, tossing the pen she was fidgeting with across the desk in frustration. The phone rings again almost immediately.
LOONA
(under her breath)
Jesus fuckin’ Christ...
She picks up, voice dripping with venom.
LOONA
Yeah? What now? Oh, you need to “speak to someone in charge”? Guess what, genius—you’re talking to me. Now, either tell me what you want or fuck off before I block your number.
She listens with increasing exasperation, her foot tapping impatiently.
LOONA
So you thought a hitman hotline was the place to ask about—oh my God, do you even have a brain cell left? This ain’t fuckin’ 411. Goodbye.
She slams the phone down so hard the receiver bounces off the desk. Her tail flicks angrily as she lets out a frustrated growl.
Blitzo walks by, sipping from a coffee cup, completely oblivious to her foul mood.
BLITZO
(cheerful)
How’s it goin’, Loony? Having fun with the phones?
Loona glares at him with all the intensity of a pissed-off wolf about to bite.
LOONA
(snarling)
I swear to Lucifer, Blitz, if one more fucking moron calls me today, I'm gonna lose my goddamn mind.
BLITZO
(chuckles)
That’s the spirit! Keep up the good work, champ.
He gives her an encouraging pat on the head as he walks away. Loona’s eye twitches as the phone rings once more. She stares at it like it personally offended her.
LOONA
(snarling)
I fucking hate this job.
She snatches up the phone, eyes burning with fury.
LOONA
I.M.P. Make it good, asshole, or I swear I’ll hunt you down.
The camera lingers on Loona’s scowl as she listens to the caller, looking like she’s about two seconds away from smashing the phone.
LOONA
(flat)
Yeah, no, we don’t kill kids. We’re not that fucked up. Go call someone else, creep.
She hangs up with a sharp click and rubs her temples, sighing heavily.
The front door swings open, and in waltz Moxxie and Millie, covered in a bit of blood and dust from their latest hit. They’re practically glowing, walking arm-in-arm with goofy grins on their faces.
MILLIE
(excited)
That was a fuckin’ blast! Did you see the way that asshole’s head popped off like a bottle cap?
MOXXIE
(grinning)
I’ll be replaying that in my head for weeks. And you—holy shit, babe, that spin-kick? I think I fell in love with you all over again.
They stop just inside the office, practically nose-to-nose, grinning like teenagers, exchanging quick kisses and giggling like idiots.
LOONA
(disgusted)
Oh my God. Could you two be any more fuckin' obnoxious?
Moxxie and Millie don’t even flinch. Millie boops Moxxie on the nose with a giggle, and Moxxie blushes like a schoolboy.
MILLIE
Aw, don’t mind Loona, sugar. She’s just grumpy 'cause she’s stuck on phone duty. Ain’t that right, Loony?
Loona shoots Millie a glare that could melt steel.
LOONA
(venomous)
No, I’m grumpy ‘cause I gotta listen to you two hump each other with your goddamn eyes every time you walk through the door. It's like watching a fuckin’ rom-com no one asked for.
Moxxie smirks, leaning into Millie, giving her a little nuzzle just to mess with Loona.
MOXXIE
(teasing)
Aw, don’t be jealous, Loona. It’s not our fault we’re actually happy.
LOONA
(snarling)
Jealous? Of what? Your nauseating Hallmark special bullshit? Please. I’d rather gargle broken glass.
Millie plants a dramatic kiss on Moxxie, then gives Loona a shit-eating grin.
MILLIE
(grinning)
Come on, Loony. Admit it—deep down, you love us.
Loona deadpans, leaning back in her chair with an exaggerated eye roll.
LOONA
(flat)
Yeah, about as much as I love a fuckin' colonoscopy.
Moxxie snickers and pulls Millie close for a tight hug, both of them making kissy noises just to piss Loona off even more. Loona’s face twists with pure irritation.
MOXXIE
(whispering to Millie)
I think she likes us, babe.
MILLIE
(giggling)
She’s got a funny way of showin’ it!
Loona slams her fist down on the desk, causing both Moxxie and Millie to jump a little.
LOONA
(growling)
I swear, if you two keep this Disney princess shit up, I’m gonna go outside, dig a hole, and bury myself alive just to get some fuckin' peace and quiet.
Moxxie and Millie exchange a glance, trying—and failing—to suppress their laughter.
MILLIE
(stifling a giggle)
Aw, we love you too, Loony!
Moxxie gives Millie a twirl right in front of the desk, and they both burst into giddy laughter. Loona throws her head back, groaning loudly like she’s in physical pain.
LOONA
Jesus fucking Christ. I hope one of you trips and falls on a landmine.
The two assassins stroll off toward the back, still chuckling and whispering sweet nothings to each other, leaving Loona at the desk, grinding her teeth.
LOONA
(muttering)
I hate this fuckin’ job...
Just as she thinks the worst is over, the phone rings again. Loona stares at it with dead eyes, grabs the receiver, and answers with her usual charm.
LOONA
I.M.P. If you’re not here to pay me to kill you, I don’t give a shit.
EXT. PENTAGRAM CITY - NIGHT
Loona shoves her hands deep into the pockets of her jacket, her tail flicking irritably behind her as she stalks through the grimy streets of Pentagram City. Neon signs buzz overhead, casting flickering light onto groups of demons laughing, chatting, and generally enjoying each other's company.
She glances at a small crowd huddled around a food stand, cracking jokes and sharing food. One demon playfully bumps another with his shoulder, causing them both to burst out laughing.
LOONA
(muttering)
Fuckin' losers. Get a hobby.
She speeds up her pace, shoulders hunched like she’s shielding herself from the sight of anyone having a good time. As she passes a bar, she sees a couple sitting close together at an outdoor table, laughing at some inside joke only they understand.
She scowls harder, trying to focus on the cracked sidewalk beneath her feet, but her ears twitch at the sound of more laughter from another group nearby. Her tail lashes behind her like an annoyed cat.
A trio of demons passes by, deep in conversation. One of them accidentally brushes against her.
DEMON
Oh, sorry—
Loona doesn’t even break stride, her glare sharp enough to cut glass.
LOONA
Yeah, how about you watch where the fuck you’re going next time, dipshit?
The demon mutters an apology, but she’s already walking away, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She catches sight of another group gathered at a park bench, some sharing drinks, others chatting like they’ve got all the time in the world. She scoffs, but the scorn in her voice sounds a little forced.
A small part of her itches to sit down on one of those benches, maybe even have a conversation that doesn’t end in her wanting to kill someone. But the thought is squashed as quickly as it appears.
She kicks a stray can across the sidewalk, watching it rattle off into the gutter. A couple nearby glances in her direction, but she doesn’t meet their eyes—just pulls her hood up higher and keeps walking.
But her steps slow just a bit as she walks past another group—friends sharing jokes, making plans, and belonging. Her scowl deepens, and she looks away quickly, jaw clenched.
She lights a cigarette, taking a drag as if it’ll choke down the tight feeling in her chest. The laughter and chatter behind her fade into the background, leaving only the sound of her boots against the pavement. Alone, like always.
She flicks the cigarette to the ground and keeps moving, her footsteps echoing in the empty parts of the city where no one notices if you’re there or not.
INT. PENTAGRAM CITY NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT
The music pounds through the walls of the club, neon lights flashing over a sea of demons grinding and drinking. Loona is slumped over the bar, a collection of empty glasses scattered around her. She’s way past her limit—her head bobbing to the beat, her speech slurred, and her tail lazily dragging behind her.
She spots a male Sinner demon sitting a few stools away, sipping his drink alone. He’s minding his business, clearly not looking for company. But Loona’s drunk brain locks onto him like a missile.
LOONA
(grinning, slurring)
Heyyy, you. With the... fuckin’ face. Wanna buy me a drink or what?
The Sinner gives her a polite but awkward smile.
SINNER DEMON
Uh, I think you’ve had enough, miss.
Loona leans in closer, swaying slightly, giving him what she probably thinks is a seductive grin.
LOONA
(purring)
C’mon... don’t be a fuckin’ buzzkill. I’m fun, I swear. Bet you’ve never met anyone like me. I’m... fuckin' awesome.
The Sinner shifts uncomfortably in his seat, clearly not interested.
SINNER DEMON
Look, I appreciate it, but I’m really not—
LOONA
(cutting him off, drunk and defiant)
Not what, huh? Not into hot, badass bitches? You blind or just fuckin' stupid?
He tries to politely wave her off, but she scoots even closer, nearly falling off her stool in the process.
LOONA
(giggling)
Oops. See? I’m adorable when I’m trashed. You’re missin' out, dude.
SINNER DEMON
Look, I’m not interested. No offense, alright?
That hits a nerve. Loona’s expression shifts from drunken charm to drunken indignation in the blink of an eye.
LOONA
Not interested? What the fuck does that mean? I’m not fuckin' good enough for you or somethin'?
The Sinner raises his hands, trying to keep things calm.
SINNER DEMON
Hey, I didn’t mean it like that. I just—
LOONA
Just what?! You think you're too good for me, huh? Fuckin' asshole. Bet you’d fall over yourself for some basic-ass bitch with a halo or some shit, huh?
She leans in even closer, ignoring every obvious sign that this guy wants out of the conversation.
LOONA
(low, slurred)
You’re seriously passin' on me? That’s a mistake, pal. Big one. You’ll be thinkin' about this missed opportunity when you’re jerkin’ it alone later, I promise you that.
The Sinner slides off his stool, clearly done with the conversation.
SINNER DEMON
Yeah, uh, good luck with that.
He turns to leave, but Loona grabs his arm, her grip surprisingly tight for someone so wasted.
LOONA
(angrily)
Hey! Where the fuck d’you think you’re goin’? You don’t just walk away from me. I ain’t done talkin', shithead!
The Sinner pulls his arm free, shooting her a stern look.
SINNER DEMON
Look, get some water and cool off, alright? I’m not interested. Just let it go.
Loona’s face twists with frustration and disbelief. She stumbles back to her stool, muttering under her breath.
LOONA
(quiet, bitter)
Fuckin’ prick. Whatever. Like I give a shit anyway...
She slams another shot back, her hand shaky and her mood now fully soured. The club around her keeps moving, but Loona just slumps against the bar, glaring into her empty glass.
LOONA
(grumbling)
His loss. Fuckin' loser...
She signals the bartender for another drink, her tail flicking irritably behind her. The night is young, but Loona’s already spiraling deep into her personal pity party.
INT. BLITZØ’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
The front door slams open as Loona stumbles inside, her eyes glazed and makeup slightly smeared from the night’s drinking. She barely keeps her balance as she kicks the door shut behind her. In the small, cluttered kitchen, Blitzø is at the sink, struggling with a pile of dishes, grumbling to himself.
BLITZØ
Oh, great. There’s my ray of fuckin’ sunshine.
Loona leans against the wall, her tail dragging behind her. She’s clearly been crying, though she’s doing a terrible job hiding it. Blitzø dries his hands off with a dish towel, giving her a wary look.
BLITZØ
What the hell happened to you? You look like someone kicked your ass, emotionally or otherwise.
Loona waves him off, slurring.
LOONA
Nothin’. Just... shut up. I'm fine, okay?
Blitzø steps closer, arms crossed. He’s not buying it.
BLITZØ
Loony, you look about one bad thought away from a meltdown. What’s goin' on?
Loona sniffles, her eyes glossy with emotion she’s clearly not comfortable showing. She shifts on her feet, pretending like she’s unaffected.
LOONA
(grumbling)
I said I’m fine, Blitz. Just... just leave it the fuck alone.
Blitzø narrows his eyes, seeing right through her. He softens, though, dropping the tough act for a moment.
BLITZØ
Come on, Loony. Talk to me. You’re not fine, and I’m not an idiot. What’s really goin' on?
Loona scowls, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket. Then, out of nowhere, the question bursts from her, loaded with frustration.
LOONA
(suddenly)
Blitz... Am I... am I pretty?
Blitzø blinks, stunned by the unexpected question. He stares at her, his usual cocky demeanor cracking for a moment.
BLITZØ
What? Loony, of course you’re pretty—no, you’re beautiful. You know that.
Loona scoffs, her voice bitter and dripping with disbelief.
LOONA
Bullshit. You’re just sayin' that ‘cause you have to. You’re my fuckin' dad.
Blitzø shakes his head, frowning. He steps closer, his voice softer but still earnest.
BLITZØ
Hey, no. I mean it. You’re beautiful, Loony. I don’t just say shit to say it, alright?
Loona stares at him for a long, uncomfortable beat, her emotions swirling just under the surface. But instead of saying anything else, she shakes her head in frustration.
LOONA
Fuck... Whatever. It doesn’t matter.
Before Blitzø can respond, Loona turns on her heel and storms toward her room, her tail flicking angrily behind her.
LOONA
(muttering)
You don’t get it... You wouldn’t fuckin' get it.
She slams the door behind her, leaving Blitzø standing in the kitchen, holding the dish towel and looking utterly lost.
BLITZØ
(softly)
Loony...
He sighs, tossing the towel on the counter. The sound of her door locking echoes through the apartment. Blitzø leans against the counter, staring at the closed door with a mix of worry and helplessness.
BLITZØ
(to himself)
I swear, this parenting shit gets harder every goddamn day...
The apartment settles into uneasy silence. Blitzø rubs the back of his neck, glancing at the door one last time before turning back to his half-finished dishes, muttering under his breath.
BLITZØ
She’ll be alright... I hope.
INT. LOONA’S ROOM – MORNING
Loona groans, tangled in her blankets like a disaster zone of limbs, clothes, and regret. Her head is pounding, her mouth is dry, and the sunlight creeping through the window feels like a personal attack.
Suddenly, the door bursts open with no warning—Blitzø kicks it wide with a grin, his energy far too high for this hour.
BLITZØ
(singing)
Rise and shine, Loony! Time to get your hungover ass to work!
Loona pulls the blanket over her head, groaning like she’s dying.
LOONA
(hoarse)
Oh my fucking God, Blitz, get the fuck out.
Blitzø ignores her completely, strutting into the room like a proud rooster, arms spread wide.
BLITZØ
C’mon, sweetheart! New day, new murder opportunities! You gotta roll that furry ass outta bed and into the office. Let’s go, go, go!
LOONA
(snarling from under the blanket)
I swear to Satan, Blitz, if you don't get the fuck out, I’m gonna throw up on your shoes.
Blitzø leans against the bedpost, unphased.
BLITZØ
(chipper)
Well, at least it’d match the other stains on them. You done whining yet, or do I need to drag you by the tail?
Loona sits up slowly, looking like death warmed over. Her eyes are bloodshot, her hair a mess, and her scowl could curdle milk.
LOONA
(flat)
I’ll meet you there. Just... get out so I can die in peace for like five more minutes.
Blitzø grins, clearly enjoying himself too much.
BLITZØ
(cheerful)
Fine, but if you're not there in 30, I’m sending Moxxie to come drag your sorry ass in. And trust me, he’ll give you a speech about punctuality.
Loona glares at him like she’s plotting his murder.
LOONA
(low, threatening)
If you send Moxxie, I will actually kill you.
Blitzø blows her a kiss and heads for the door.
BLITZØ
Love you too, Loony! See ya at work—try not to puke on the way!
He closes the door behind him with a loud slam. Loona flops back down onto the bed, burying her face into the pillow with a miserable groan.
LOONA
(muffled)
I fucking hate that guy...
She lies there for a moment, cursing existence itself, before slowly sitting back up, clutching her head.
LOONA
(softly)
Ugh. Fuck me...
She drags herself out of bed.
INT. LOONA'S BATHROOM – MORNING
Loona stands in front of the mirror, gripping the edges of the sink. The fluorescent light above buzzes softly, making her reflection seem even more unforgiving. She stares at herself—her messy hair, bloodshot eyes, and perpetual scowl. The longer she looks, the worse it gets.
LOONA
(whispering)
Fuckin' gross...
She leans in, poking at her cheek, pulling her lips into a forced smile that instantly vanishes. Her ears flatten against her head, and her tail flicks nervously behind her.
LOONA
Who the fuck would wanna look at this...?
She exhales sharply, trying to shake off the thought, but it clings to her. The weight of it makes her stomach twist. She steps back, running a hand through her messy hair, frustration building with every passing second.
LOONA
(snarling)
Fuck it. I gotta try somethin' different.
She storms to her closet, yanking the door open and rifling through her clothes. Her usual style—dark, grungy, tough—doesn't feel right today. She needs something... different.
She grabs a soft, floral-patterned dress from the back of her closet—something she’s never worn. It still has the tag on it.
LOONA
(rolling her eyes)
Yeah, this’ll totally fix my goddamn life. Guys love that cute, innocent bullshit, right?
She rips the tag off with her teeth and throws the dress on. It feels alien on her—too soft, too... sweet. She glares at herself in the mirror, tugging at the hem, adjusting the neckline, trying to make it feel less weird.
LOONA
(awkwardly)
Well... shit.
She pulls her hair into something resembling a neat ponytail, then pauses, examining herself with a critical eye.
She steps back, trying to convince herself that this will work. Maybe if she looks like someone else—someone prettier, softer—she’ll finally stop feeling like a walking fuck-up.
She adjusts the dress again, fidgeting uncomfortably. Despite herself, she forces a small, uncertain smile in the mirror—but it slips away just as fast.
LOONA
Fuck... Who am I even kiddin'?
She stares at herself for a long beat, her scowl creeping back. No matter what she puts on, she still feels like her—the same awkward, angry, unwanted Loona.
LOONA
(bitterly)
This is so fuckin' stupid.
Her tail flicks behind her as she clenches her fists. She looks down at the floral dress, feeling absurd. But she doesn’t take it off. Not yet.
She takes one last look in the mirror, forcing herself to stand a little straighter. It’s not perfect, but it’s what she’s got.
LOONA
(smirking slightly)
Fuck it. Let’s see if this works.
With that, she turns away from the mirror and heads out of the room, trying to ignore the knot in her chest that won’t go away, no matter what she wears.
INT. I.M.P OFFICE – DAY
The front door swings open, and in walks Loona—but not the usual Loona. She’s wearing the floral dress, her hair in a neat ponytail, and there’s a forced but bright smile plastered across her face.
Moxxie and Millie are sitting on the couch, chatting. They both look up and freeze, their jaws dropping.
MILLIE
(excited)
Holy shit, Loona! Look at you! What the fuck happened? You look... fuckin' adorable!
MOXXIE
(grinning)
Yeah, I mean, damn! You’re like... a totally different person! This is some next-level shit!
Loona beams, though the expression is strained, like she’s gripping onto it for dear life.
LOONA
(cheerfully)
Oh, y’know! Just thought I’d... switch things up a bit. No big deal or anything!
Millie hops up from the couch, circling Loona excitedly like a hyper puppy.
MILLIE
Fuck yeah! You look like you’re about to star in a feel-good rom-com where you tell some douchebag guy to go fuck himself and then kiss the bad boy in the rain!
MOXXIE
(laughing)
I love it! Look at you, Loony, thriving!
Loona waves a hand dismissively, trying to appear modest, though her tail twitches nervously behind her.
LOONA
Aw, stop! You guys are too much. I mean, really, it’s just a dress, right?
Blitzø steps out of his office, catching sight of the scene. He blinks, his brows furrowing in utter confusion as he stares at Loona like she just landed from another dimension.
BLITZØ
Uh... Loony? What... the actual fuck is goin' on here?
Loona’s forced smile tightens, but she keeps it plastered on.
LOONA
(sweetly)
What do you mean, Blitz? I just felt like dressing up a little, that’s all! Gotta keep things fresh, y’know?
Blitzø’s face scrunches in disbelief, his eyes darting between her and the floral dress.
BLITZØ
Fresh? Loona, you hate fresh. You’ve been actively fighting against it since I met you.
MILLIE
(laughing)
Come on, Blitz, don’t be a dick! Loona looks fuckin' fabulous!
MOXXIE
Absolutely! This is like a glow-up on steroids. It’s beautiful!
Blitzø rubs the back of his neck, clearly struggling to make sense of what’s happening.
BLITZØ
Yeah, uh... sure. It’s just... weird, okay? Like, what’s the angle here, Loony?
Loona’s forced smile doesn’t falter. If anything, it gets brighter, almost manic.
LOONA
(cheery)
No angle! Just trying to... I dunno, be a little nicer! Friendly, even. Isn’t that what everyone wants?
Blitzø raises an eyebrow, sensing that something’s off.
BLITZØ
...You okay, kid?
LOONA
(still forcing it)
I’m fine, Blitz. Totally fine. Why wouldn’t I be?
Millie and Moxxie exchange a quick glance, grinning from ear to ear.
MILLIE
Fuck yeah, this is the new Loona, and I am here for it!
MOXXIE
(smirking)
Yeah, Blitz, you gotta keep up. Loona’s finally joining the team spirit or some shit!
Loona claps her hands together, the sound sharp and a little too loud.
LOONA
(enthusiastic)
Exactly! Team spirit! Woo-hoo! Now, uh... I’m gonna go... do some paperwork or... whatever it is happy people do.
She shoots a tight smile at everyone, then practically skips toward the back room, her tail flicking behind her in a way that betrays how awkward she feels.
Blitzø watches her leave, still frowning.
BLITZØ
(low, to himself)
That was fuckin' weird.
MILLIE
(giggling)
Nah, it’s awesome. I love this new Loona.
Blitzø rubs his temples, muttering under his breath.
BLITZØ
Yeah, well... Let’s see how long that shit lasts.
Loona disappears into the back.
EXT. PENTAGRAM CITY - OUTDOOR CAFE - DAY
Loona sits at a table surrounded by a group of Hellhounds and Imps, sipping coffee and chatting animatedly. She’s still wearing the floral dress, and for once, her demeanor is light, playful, and—most surprising—friendly.
LOONA
(laughing)
No shit! And then he trips over his own fuckin’ tail and falls right into the trash can!
The group bursts into laughter, some slapping the table in delight. An Imp with a mischievous grin wipes a tear from his eye.
IMP
Holy shit, Loona, you’re hilarious! Where the fuck have you been hiding?
Loona grins, shrugging playfully.
LOONA
Ah, y'know... Just keepin' to myself. Didn’t think anyone wanted to hang with me.
A Hellhound leans forward, wagging her tail excitedly.
HELLHOUND
You kiddin’? You’re a fuckin' blast! We gotta get you out more.
Another Imp nods enthusiastically.
IMP
Yeah, for real. We’re hittin’ up this bar later tonight. You gotta come with us, Loona!
Loona’s ears perk up, and she feels a rare warmth spreading in her chest—acceptance. These people like her, not just tolerate her.
LOONA
(grinning)
Hell yeah, I’m down!
The group cheers, clinking their glasses together. A Hellhound pats her on the back with a friendly grin.
HELLHOUND
Knew you were one of us!
Loona leans back in her chair, feeling lighter than she has in... well, maybe ever. The usual weight on her shoulders is gone, replaced by a genuine sense of belonging. She’s not the awkward outcast here—she’s part of the group, one of them.
One of the Imps catches her smile and nudges her playfully.
IMP
You better not ghost us later, Loona! You’re comin’ out, no excuses!
Loona chuckles, raising her glass in mock solemnity.
LOONA
Scout’s fuckin' honor. I’ll be there.
The group laughs, and Loona soaks it in, feeling—for the first time in a long while—like she belongs somewhere. Like she’s not just some angry, distant mess.
As the conversation flows around her, Loona leans her chin on her hand, watching the others talk and joke. A genuine smile creeps onto her face. It’s not forced this time.
The warmth in her chest lingers as the group shifts into planning their night out. And for the first time in ages, Loona feels excited—really excited—about spending time with people who actually seem to like her for her.
HELLHOUND
We’ll pick you up around eight, yeah?
LOONA
(grinning)
Fuck yeah. See you guys there.
The group clinks their glasses one last time, and Loona leans back in her chair, feeling something rare and precious—contentment.
INT. PENTAGRAM CITY NIGHTCLUB – NIGHT
The club is alive with flashing neon lights, pounding bass, and bodies moving together on the dancefloor. Loona is in the thick of it, surrounded by her new group of Hellhound and Imp friends. She’s laughing loudly, her floral dress flowing as she dances, drink in hand, radiating a vibe she’s never shown before.
Everyone loves her—she’s the center of attention, people hanging on her every word, cheering every joke. It’s a far cry from her usual sarcastic and distant self.
HELLHOUND FRIEND
(shouting over the music)
Damn, Loona, you’re fuckin' killin' it tonight! Where the hell’ve you been all my life?
Loona beams, swaying to the music, completely caught up in the moment.
LOONA
(grinning)
I’ve been right here, baby! Just... y'know, finally livin'!
Her friends laugh and cheer as she throws back another shot. A male Hellhound steps in close, his eyes gleaming with interest. Loona smirks, feeling bold and invincible.
MALE HELLHOUND
(softly)
You’re somethin’ else, Loona.
Without missing a beat, she grabs him by the collar, pulling him in for a kiss. The crowd around them whoops and hollers, hyping them up. Loona’s friends are losing their minds, thrilled by the wild, carefree version of her.
HELLHOUND FRIEND
(laughing)
Look at Loona! Fuckin' queen!
The kiss deepens, messy and unapologetic. Loona pulls back, breathless and grinning, as the male Hellhound stares at her with a mix of surprise and delight.
LOONA
(teasing)
What? Didn't think I had it in me?
MALE HELLHOUND
(laughing)
You’re full of surprises.
The crowd cheers again, and Loona is swept up in the energy, the love, the acceptance. It’s intoxicating. For the first time in a long time, she feels wanted, like she belongs—and it feels fucking amazing.
LOONA
(shouting)
This is the best fuckin' night ever!
Her friends cheer louder, raising their drinks in her honor. Loona dances with them, reveling in the attention and affection. The insecurities she usually carries are drowned out by the noise, the lights, and the alcohol.
She pulls the male Hellhound back in for another kiss, savoring every second of it. For now, everything feels perfect—like she’s finally cracked the code to being liked, to being happy.
She spins away, back into the throng of her friends, laughing as they chant her name and hype her up. For this moment, nothing else matters.
INT. I.M.P OFFICE – DAY
The office is bustling. Loona, still rocking her new floral outfit and friendly demeanor, sits at the reception desk, chatting up a client on the phone with an upbeat tone. A stack of new contracts sits next to her—business has been booming. She hangs up the phone with a cheerful grin just as Moxxie and Millie burst into the room, practically bouncing with excitement.
MILLIE
(shouting)
Holy shit, Loona! You’re a fuckin' miracle worker! Business is goin' through the fuckin' roof!
MOXXIE
(grinning)
We’ve got more contracts than we’ve seen in months! You’re pullin’ in clients left and right—what the fuck is your secret?
Loona leans back in her chair, looking smug but trying to keep it casual.
LOONA
(smirking)
What can I say? Turns out people love a little charm and sugar. Who knew bein' nice was so fuckin' easy?
Millie practically throws herself into a happy dance, grabbing Moxxie by the hands as they spin in a circle.
MILLIE
(excited)
This is fuckin' awesome! We’re back in business, baby!
MOXXIE
(laughing)
At this rate, we’re gonna need a goddamn waitlist for hits!
Loona leans her chin on her hand, still smiling like the cat that got the cream.
Millie rushes over and grabs Loona by the shoulders, shaking her playfully.
MILLIE
I fuckin' love this new you! You’re a goddamn rockstar!
MOXXIE
(approving)
Yeah, seriously! Keep this shit up, and we’re gonna be rollin' in clients—and cash!
Loona grins, adjusting her ponytail like this is all no big deal.
LOONA
(teasing)
Guess you assholes were sleepin' on me this whole time, huh? Told you I had this in me.
MILLIE
(laughing)
Hell yeah, you did! You’re a goddamn superstar, Loony!
MOXXIE
(grinning)
Blitz is gonna shit himself when he sees these numbers.
Loona leans back further in her chair, crossing her arms smugly.
LOONA
(cheerful)
Y’all better get used to this—‘cause this version of me? She’s here to stay.
Millie and Moxxie exchange excited glances before high-fiving each other.
MILLIE
Fuckin' hell, we are killing it!
MOXXIE
(laughing)
Literally and figuratively!
Loona chuckles, twirling a pen between her fingers, feeling more comfortable in this role than ever. With every new contract that comes in, she feels like she’s finally cracked the code to being needed, accepted, and appreciated.
LOONA
(softly)
Yeah... This feels fuckin' good.
The phone rings, and Loona answers it with a bright, professional tone.
LOONA
(sweetly)
I.M.P, how can I help you fuck someone’s life up today?
Millie and Moxxie burst out laughing, and the scene brims with an infectious energy. Loona has them all wrapped around her finger—and, for now, it feels like things are finally going right.
INT. LOONA'S ROOM – NIGHT
Blitzø slowly pushes open the door to Loona's room, his gut already twisting with unease. As he steps inside, his heart sinks—everything that used to make the room uniquely Loona is gone. The posters, the dark colors, the little personal touches—vanished. In their place are preppy decorations, pastel accents, and a complete overhaul of who Loona used to be.
Loona sits on the edge of her bed, scrolling through her phone. She doesn’t notice Blitzø right away. When she does, she forces a bright smile that feels all kinds of wrong.
LOONA
(cheery)
Oh hey, Blitz. What’s up?
Blitzø looks around the room, stunned into silence for a moment. He picks up a discarded band poster—one of her old favorites—now crumpled and stuffed in the trash.
BLITZØ
(softly)
Loony... What the fuck is all this?
Loona shrugs, keeping up the act, even though there’s a hint of nervousness in her voice.
LOONA
Oh, y'know... Just figured it was time for a change. That old emo shit was kinda... I dunno, depressing. This is better, right?
Blitzø stares at her, his expression shifting from confusion to deep sadness.
BLITZØ
Loona... You don’t gotta do this. This... isn’t you.
Loona looks away, trying to mask the discomfort that’s creeping in.
LOONA
(flat)
Maybe the old me sucked, Blitz. Maybe it’s time I tried being someone people actually like for once.
Blitzø steps closer, his voice soft but pained.
BLITZØ
You really think you gotta kill yourself off to make people like you? That’s not how this shit works, Loony.
LOONA
(bitterly)
Yeah, well, the old me? No one wanted to be around her. No one gave a fuck. But now... people actually want me.
Blitzø’s heart breaks hearing those words, but he doesn’t show it. Instead, he crouches down to her level, his voice gentle but firm.
BLITZØ
(sincerely)
Loony, you don’t gotta change who you are just to make people stay. The right people... They’ll love you for exactly who you are—even if you’re a sarcastic, moody, goth little shit. That’s the Loona I know.
Loona’s expression cracks for a moment, the real her peeking through the forced smile. But she shakes her head, clinging to the illusion she’s built.
LOONA
(quietly)
Maybe I don’t wanna be that version of me anymore, Blitz. Maybe she wasn’t worth keepin' around.
Blitzø’s face tightens, trying to hold back the hurt.
BLITZØ
That version of you? She’s fuckin' amazing. She’s real. This... This right here? This isn’t you, Loona. This is just some... costume you’re wearin’.
Loona’s jaw tightens, her tail flicking anxiously behind her.
LOONA
(angrily)
Yeah? Well, maybe I like the costume. At least people don’t look at me like I’m some miserable fuckin’ downer anymore.
Blitzø sighs, his eyes full of sadness and love.
BLITZØ
Loony... If people don’t like you for who you really are, then fuck them. You don’t need to twist yourself into somethin' else just to fit in. You’re more than enough, exactly the way you are.
For a second, Loona’s tough exterior falters. But the vulnerability is too much, too scary. She hardens again, standing up abruptly.
LOONA
(grinning)
There’s a gala tonight. I’m headin’ out. Gonna make an impression or some shit.
Blitzø has his arms crossed, watching her carefully.
BLITZØ
A fuckin’ gala? What, you tryin’ to wine and dine your way into the social elite now?
Loona rolls her eyes, but there’s a flicker of nervousness behind her playful demeanor.
LOONA
(cheerfully)
Look, Blitz, this is just... me puttin’ myself out there. No big deal, alright? I’m fuckin' killin' it lately. Might as well ride the wave while I got it.
Blitzø frowns, something about this not sitting right with him.
BLITZØ
(skeptical)
And you actually wanna do this? Or are you tryin’ to be who you think everyone else wants?
Loona’s smile tightens for a second, but she shrugs it off.
LOONA
(teasing)
Oh, don’t start with that shit, Blitz. I’m fine.
Blitzø sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
BLITZØ
Loony... Just don’t fuckin' lose yourself, alright? You’re more than whatever fancy mask you think you gotta wear.
Loona shifts on her feet, clearly wanting to avoid this conversation.
LOONA
(flatly)
Yeah, yeah. I got it, Blitz. Don’t worry about me, okay?
She grabs her purse, slinging it over her shoulder with a confident toss of her hair.
LOONA
I’ll be back later. Don’t wait up or nothin’.
Blitzø leans forward, giving her one last, concerned look.
BLITZØ
Just... be careful out there, kiddo.
Loona glances at him, her smile softening just a bit.
LOONA
(quietly)
I will, Blitz.
She turns and heads toward the door, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor. Blitzø watches her go, a knot forming in his stomach.
BLITZØ
(muttering to himself)
Fuckin' hell...
The door swings shut behind Loona, leaving Blitzø alone, staring at the spot where she just stood.
INT. GALA BALLROOM – NIGHT
The grand ballroom is packed with hell-born demons dressed in extravagant gowns and sharp suits. The chandeliers sparkle overhead, casting a warm glow over the room. Attendees sip wine, chatter in clusters, and laugh loudly.
Loona enters, her gown flowing elegantly as she steps inside, radiating confidence. Heads turn as she strides through the room, her tail swishing with purpose. Her bright, charming demeanor draws the crowd’s attention like a magnet.
She spots a group of Imps and Hellhounds gathered near the bar and saunters over, flashing a dazzling grin.
LOONA
(grinning)
Well, look at you fuckers. What’s up? Miss me already?
The group bursts into laughter, clearly delighted by her arrival.
HELLHOUND
Damn, Loona, you clean up real nice! Shit, you’re the hottest thing in this whole place!
IMP
Yeah, no one’s even gonna remember the fuckin’ hosts after tonight. You’re it, babe!
Loona playfully flicks a piece of hair over her shoulder, pretending to bask in the compliments.
LOONA
(teasing)
Aw, stop! Y’all are gonna make me blush... But fuck, keep it comin’, I ain’t complainin’.
The group roars with laughter, raising their glasses to her. Someone hands her a flute of champagne, which she takes with a wink.
LOONA
(smirking)
Don’t mind if I fuckin' do.
She clinks her glass with a nearby Imp’s drink, taking a sip and leaning in close to the group like she belongs there.
HELLHOUND
You’re stealin' the whole damn show, Loona. Where the hell’ve you been hidin’ this side of you?
LOONA
(laughing)
Oh, you know, just waitin’ for the right moment to fuckin' shine! And guess what? That moment is now.
The crowd around her cheers again, and Loona feels the buzz—not just from the champagne but from the acceptance she’s craved for so long.
An elite demon in a sleek suit approaches, giving her a sly grin.
ELITE DEMON
Loona, right? Heard a lot about you. Gotta say, you’re the life of this whole fuckin' party.
Loona’s grin widens, soaking up the attention.
LOONA
(charmingly)
Yeah? Well, I aim to please, sweetheart. Stick around—I’m just gettin' started.
The group laughs, and Loona basks in the glow of it all—the belle of the ball.
She leans casually against the bar, swirling her drink with a flick of her wrist, every word dripping with playful arrogance.
INT. GALA BATHROOM – NIGHT
Loona walks into the lavish bathroom, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Looks takes out her makeup from her purse for a quick touch up. But as she glances up at the mirror, she freezes.
In the reflection, her old self—the emo, goth Loona—stares back, arms crossed, wearing her dark clothes, messy hair, and signature scowl.
EMO LOONA
(flat)
What the fuck are you doing?
Loona blinks, her heart racing. She shakes her head, but the goth version of herself stays in the mirror, glaring with disappointment.
LOONA
(snarling)
What the fuck... No, no, no. You’re not real. This is just some... drunk bullshit.
EMO LOONA
(rolling her eyes)
Yeah, sure. Keep tellin' yourself that, princess. Look at you—parading around in shit that ain’t even you. For what? So people will like you?
Loona’s jaw clenches, her fingers gripping the sink tighter.
LOONA
(sharply)
Shut the fuck up. You don’t know shit.
EMO LOONA
(smirking)
Oh, I know plenty. I know this? This isn’t you. You’re out there fakin’ smiles, dressin' up like some pastel Barbie doll, thinkin' it’ll make everything better. Guess what? It won’t.
Loona’s breath hitches. For a moment, her guard drops, and the weight of those words hits her hard. She stares at her reflection, visibly shaken.
LOONA
(angrily)
People like me now, okay? They actually wanna be around me. I don’t gotta be that miserable piece of shit no one gave a fuck about.
EMO LOONA
(flat)
They don’t like you. They like the fake-ass version of you. Big difference, genius.
Loona slams her fist against the sink, making the mirror rattle.
LOONA
(furious)
Fuck off! I’m done listenin' to your bullshit! I’m happy, alright?! I finally found a way to not feel like shit every fuckin' day. So get the fuck outta my head!
Her emo self tilts her head, a sad, knowing expression crossing her face.
EMO LOONA
(softly)
You can’t kill me off, Loona. I’m always gonna be here. ‘Cause I’m you. Whether you like it or not.
Loona grits her teeth, tears welling in her eyes as she slams her hand on the sink again, harder this time.
LOONA
(screaming)
Go the fuck away!
She breathes heavily, staring at the mirror, but the goth reflection is gone. All that’s left is her current self—dressed up, polished, and carefully put together. But somehow, she feels... empty.
She grips the edge of the sink, trying to steady herself, blinking away the tears threatening to spill.
LOONA
(whispering)
Fuck... What the hell am I doin’?
The bathroom falls into heavy silence as she stares at her reflection—just her, no filters, no preppy persona. The weight of it all presses down on her, leaving her feeling more lost than ever.
INT. GALA BALLROOM – NIGHT
Loona steps back into the buzzing ballroom, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She’s rattled from her encounter in the bathroom, but she forces the preppy mask back on—grinning, waving, and laughing with just the right amount of charm.
A group of Hellhounds and Imps spots her and waves her over enthusiastically.
HELLHOUND FRIEND
Loona! There you are! We thought you ditched us for some fancy VIP bullshit!
LOONA
(grinning, strained)
Nah, just needed a sec to... freshen up. Y'know how it is.
She tries to keep up the act, sipping champagne and laughing at their jokes. But inside, the pressure is building—her thoughts racing, emotions swirling. The room feels too loud, too bright, and the faces around her start to blur together.
IMP FRIEND
You’re a fuckin’ legend tonight, Loona. Everyone loves you!
The words cut deep. Her forced smile falters, and she clenches her jaw. The buzzing voices and laughter around her become suffocating.
LOONA
(softly, to herself)
Fuck...
Suddenly, the weight of everything crashes down. Her hands start to tremble. The noise, the lights, the fake smiles—it all becomes unbearable.
Without warning, Loona snaps.
LOONA
(shouting)
FUCK ALL OF YOU!
The entire group freezes, stunned by the sudden outburst. The lively atmosphere screeches to a halt as all eyes turn to Loona, who’s now standing in the middle of the ballroom, breathing heavily, her face twisted with rage and hurt.
LOONA
(snarling)
You don’t love me. None of you give a single fuck about me! You love this fake-ass, dress-wearing version I pulled outta my ass to make you assholes happy!
Her words slice through the crowd like a knife, leaving everyone speechless.
LOONA
(angrily)
You think this is me?! This happy, bubbly bullshit?! Fuck no! I was fuckin' dyin' just tryin' to keep this charade goin’! And for what? So you dumb fucks would throw me a couple scraps of attention?!
The stunned silence is deafening. Her friends stare, wide-eyed and uncomfortable, as Loona continues to unravel.
LOONA
(voice cracking)
Do you have any idea what it feels like... to fuckin' hate yourself so much you try to become someone else? Just so... just so maybe, maybe, people won’t look at you like you’re fuckin' broken?
She wipes her face with the back of her hand, blinking away angry tears.
LOONA
Well, fuck that. If bein' me ain’t good enough, then fuck every single one of you.
Her chest heaves with each breath, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles go white. The group stares in stunned silence, unsure of what to say or do.
She throws her champagne glass to the floor, shattering it with a sharp crash. With one last furious glare at the crowd, she storms out of the ballroom, her heels clicking against the floor with every angry step.
INT. BLITZØ'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
The front door slams open with a loud bang as Loona storms in, her face streaked with smeared makeup and her floral dress wrinkled from the frantic run home. Blitzø, sitting on the couch with a snack, jumps at the sudden noise.
BLITZØ
(startled)
What the fuck, Loony? You alright?
Loona doesn’t even look at him. She storms past, her heels clattering against the floor as she heads straight for her room.
LOONA
(snarling)
Leave me the fuck alone, Blitz!
Before he can respond, she slams her bedroom door so hard the walls rattle. Blitzø watches her retreat with a frown, his worry deepening. He sets his snack down, wiping his hands on his pants, and cautiously makes his way toward her door.
He presses his ear against the door—and that’s when he hears it. Loona’s sobbing. Loud, heart-wrenching sobs, the kind that twist your stomach and make you feel like the world’s crumbling around you.
BLITZØ
(softly)
Loony...?
Her sobs intensify, as if the floodgates have broken. He can hear her muttering between gasps of air.
LOONA
(crying)
Fuck... Fuckin' idiot... Why the fuck did I think this would work...?
Blitzø closes his eyes, resting his forehead against the door. Hearing her like this tears him apart.
BLITZØ
(softly through the door)
Loony... It’s just me. You can talk to me, kiddo.
Inside the room, Loona sniffles but doesn’t respond right away. All Blitzø hears is the sound of her trying—and failing—to pull herself together.
LOONA
(muttering, through tears)
Why can’t I just... not suck at everything? Why can’t I just... be normal?
Blitzø’s heart breaks at her words. He leans against the door, speaking gently but firmly.
BLITZØ
(softly)
Loony... You don’t gotta be anything other than yourself. I swear, you’re good enough just as you are.
LOONA
(from inside)
No, I’m not. I’m... I’m a fuckin' mess, Blitz. I always have been.
There’s a pause, and her sobs fill the silence. Blitzø clenches his fists, hating that she’s hurting and that he can’t fix it.
BLITZØ
(softly)
Yeah, well... We’re all kinda fucked-up in our own ways, kid. That’s what makes us... us. You’re not alone, Loony. I’m here, okay? Always.
There’s a long silence from inside the room. Blitzø presses his hand against the door, wishing he could just reach through and pull her into a hug.
BLITZØ
(still softly)
Whenever you’re ready to come out... I’ll be right here. No bullshit, no fake smiles. Just... me. And you.
For a moment, there’s only the sound of Loona crying quietly. Blitzø stays where he is, listening, waiting—because that’s all he can do for now.
INT. BLITZØ’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Blitzø sits on the floor outside Loona’s door, his back resting against the wall. He taps his fingers against his knee, waiting patiently, not going anywhere. The apartment is quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside and the occasional sniffle from Loona’s room.
The doorknob finally clicks, and the door creaks open slowly. Loona steps out, a blanket draped over her shoulders like a shield. Her eyes are red and puffy, makeup smeared, but she doesn’t care anymore. She looks down at Blitzø, who glances up at her with a small, understanding smile.
BLITZØ
(softly)
Hey, kiddo.
Loona sniffs, then slowly lowers herself to sit next to him on the floor. The blanket wraps around her tightly, like she’s trying to hold herself together.
They sit there in silence for a moment. Blitzø doesn’t push, doesn’t pry. He just waits.
After a moment, Loona leans into him, and without a second thought, Blitzø wraps his arms around her. She buries her face in his shoulder, letting herself feel the comfort of the hug.
LOONA
(softly, broken)
I’m so fuckin’ tired, Blitz...
BLITZØ
(gently)
I know, Loony. I know.
They sit there in the quiet, holding each other. Blitzø rests his chin on the top of her head, his voice soft and steady.
BLITZØ
Listen to me, kid. I love you. Just the way you are. Every bit of you, even the parts you think are too fucked-up.
Loona pulls the blanket tighter around herself, her breath shaky as tears well up again.
LOONA
(sniffling)
Even when I’m a fuckin' mess?
BLITZØ
(chuckling softly)
Especially when you’re a fuckin’ mess. That’s kinda your thing, and it’s perfect.
Loona’s lip trembles, but she lets out a small, breathy laugh through her tears.
LOONA
(quietly)
You’re such a dumbass.
Blitzø smiles, holding her a little tighter.
BLITZØ
Yeah, but I’m your dumbass. And I’m not goin’ anywhere, Loony. Not now, not ever.
They stay like that, sitting on the floor, wrapped in each other’s warmth. For once, the weight on Loona’s chest feels a little lighter. She presses her face into his shoulder, letting herself relax in the knowledge that, no matter how fucked-up she feels, she’s not alone.
INT. I.M.P OFFICE – DAY
The door swings open, and Loona steps inside, back in her usual emo goth attire—her dark hoodie, ripped jeans, and scuffed boots. The messy hair, the scowl, the whole vibe—it’s her. No preppy dress, no forced smiles, just Loona being Loona.
Moxxie and Millie glance up from their desks, and their faces immediately light up.
MILLIE
(grinning)
Loona! There’s our fuckin' girl! Look at you—back in all your moody-ass glory!
MOXXIE
(teasing)
Holy shit, Loona! Goth Loona has returned! I was startin’ to think you got kidnapped by some cult of happy assholes.
Loona smirks, rolling her eyes as she kicks the door shut behind her.
LOONA
(smirking)
Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, dorks. I’m back, okay? No more dress-wearin' bullshit. Just me, as miserable and sarcastic as ever.
Millie hops up from her seat, practically bouncing with joy, and pulls Loona into a quick, playful hug.
MILLIE
(excited)
Fuck yeah! That’s the Loona we love! Don’t care what the fuck you wear or how you act—just as long as you’re happy, girl!
Loona scoffs, though there’s a warmth in her eyes she can’t quite hide.
LOONA
(softly)
Thanks, Millie.
Moxxie grins, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied look.
MOXXIE
Yeah, seriously, Loona. Be you. Whether that’s “fuck-the-world” Loona or... I dunno, “champagne-gala princess” Loona. Whatever makes you feel right, we’re good with it.
Loona’s smirk softens into a rare, genuine smile.
LOONA
(sincerely)
You guys are such fuckin’ weirdos... but thanks.
Millie ruffles Loona’s hair affectionately, making her swat playfully at her hand.
MILLIE
(chuckling)
Love ya, ya grumpy little shit!
MOXXIE
(laughing)
Glad you’re back, Loona. Now, let’s go ruin someone’s life, huh?
Loona rolls her eyes, but the grin she tries to hide creeps back onto her face.
LOONA
(softly)
Yeah... let’s fuckin' do it.
She slouches into her chair at the reception desk, kicking her boots up with a content sigh. For the first time in a while, she feels at home—no masks, no pretending. Just her. And that’s more than enough.
INT. I.M.P OFFICE – DAY
The phones are ringing off the hook, and Loona is back at the reception desk, slouched in her chair, glaring at the receiver like it personally insulted her. With a groan, she grabs the phone and answers with her signature charm.
LOONA
(snarling)
I.M.P. What the fuck do you want?
She rolls her eyes as the person on the other end starts talking.
LOONA
(flat)
Uh-huh. Yeah, we kill people, genius. Not babysit your dumbass brother-in-law. Try again when you grow a fuckin’ brain.
She slams the phone down without waiting for a response, muttering to herself.
LOONA
(under her breath)
Fuckin’ morons.
At the other end of the room, Blitzø leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a proud grin spread across his face.
BLITZØ
(grinning)
That’s my fuckin’ girl. Back at it, bein' the pissiest bitch in town.
Loona looks up, narrowing her eyes at him.
LOONA
(smirking)
What, you proud of me or somethin', dumbass?
BLITZØ
(laughing)
Fuck yeah, I’m proud! No one answers a phone like you, Loony. You turn customer service into a fuckin’ art form.
Loona can’t help it—despite herself, a small, genuine smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. She hides it by pretending to be annoyed.
LOONA
(playfully)
You’re such a fuckin’ weirdo, Blitz.
Blitzø winks at her.
BLITZØ
And you’re my favorite little ball of rage.
Loona shakes her head, biting back a bigger smile as the phone rings again. She snatches it up, back to business as usual.
LOONA
I.M.P. If you ain’t got cash, I ain’t got time. What the fuck do you want?
Blitzø watches her with a grin, the warmth in his chest undeniable.
Loona catches his eye, her smirk softening into a smile.
EXT. PENTAGRAM CITY – NIGHT
The neon lights of Pentagram City shine down on the lively streets as Loona, Blitzø, Millie, and Moxxie walk together, laughing and talking shit as they explore the city. Loona is back to her usual emo self—hoodie, messy hair, boots—and she’s never felt more comfortable. For once, everyone’s just having a good time, no pretense, no bullshit.
BLITZØ
(grinning)
Alright, first stop—cheap booze and a whole lotta bad decisions. Who’s in?
MILLIE
(excited)
Fuck yeah! I’m ready to get trashed! Let’s go, y’all!
MOXXIE
(rolling his eyes, grinning)
As long as you don’t make me sing karaoke again, I’m in. Last time you made me belt out “Hit Me Baby One More Time” in front of actual demons.
LOONA
(laughing)
Oh, come on, Moxx. That shit was legendary. You looked like you were dying the entire time.
BLITZØ
(teasing)
Yeah, it was beautiful. Like watching a cat get dunked in holy water.
They all laugh, and Moxxie shakes his head, trying not to smile.
MOXXIE
(grinning)
Assholes. All of you.
MILLIE
(still laughing)
But you love us!
Loona snickers, genuinely enjoying herself for the first time in a while. She walks beside Blitzø, her hands stuffed in her hoodie pockets, feeling light and... free.
LOONA
(softly)
Y’know... this is kinda nice. Just... bein’ me and hangin’ with you fuckers.
Blitzø slings an arm around her shoulder with a cocky grin.
BLITZØ
(grinning)
That’s ‘cause you’re fuckin' awesome, Loony. Always have been.
MOXXIE
(raising an eyebrow)
Except when she’s threatening to rip someone’s throat out over the phone.
LOONA
(smirking)
Hey, that’s called customer service, Mox. Look it up.
Millie laughs so hard she almost stumbles.
MILLIE
Holy shit, Loona, I missed this version of you! This is fuckin' perfect!
They reach a bar, and Blitzø dramatically pushes the door open.
BLITZØ
(shouting)
Alright, you shitheads! First round’s on me—if anyone’s still standing after tonight, you’re not doin’ it right!
The group bursts into cheers, already hyped for the night ahead. Loona walks into the bar with a grin on her face, knowing she doesn’t have to pretend to be anything other than herself.
They all crowd inside the bar, ready to drink, laugh, and maybe cause a little trouble—just the way it should be.