Hey, so I guess I'm supposed to write this journal thingy. Fine, whatever. Just don't expect me to pour my heart out or anything.
Introduction: The Hellhound Receptionist
So here's the deal. My name is Loona wolf, and I'm the receptionist at this shithole called I.M.P. Yeah, you heard that right - a hellhound working as a receptionist in Hell itself. Isn't life just fantastic?
I know what you're thinking - why would someone like me end up in such a lame job? Well, blame it on Blitzo, my adoptive dad and boss of this sorry excuse for an assassination agency.
Life Among Imps
Chaos and Annoying Co-workers
Let me tell you something about these imps who think they're all high and mighty because they can handle some simple kills. They act like they own the place just because they have horns on their heads.
Stolas thinks he's hot shit with his fancy feathers and sly smirk. He's always hitting on anyone with two legs (or more) around here; doesn't matter if it's male or female or even somewhere in between! It gets old real quick.
And then there's Moxxie... Oh god, where do I start? That pathetic excuse for an imp is obsessed with work ethics or some crap like that while being scared shitless of everything! And don't get me started on his clingy wife Millie - she acts all tough but deep down she just wants attention from everyone!
As for Blitzo... well let’s say he has his moments when he actually shows himself worthy enough to be called "dad." But most of the time? He forgets how to spell 'responsibility' without making it into a joke first!
Mission Time: Earthly Adventures
Once in a blue moon (and believe me when I say it, those blue moons are rarer than a decent meal down here), I get the chance to join the gang on their missions. It's my time to shine and show them just how badass I can be.
But does anyone appreciate that? Nah! They're too busy complaining about their own petty problems or making jokes at each other's expense. And let me tell you something - these imps have some serious issues!
Life Outside of Work
Phone Addict Extraordinaire
When I'm not dealing with these idiots at work, you'll most likely find me glued to my phone. Yeah, call me addicted if you want; but hey, it's better than having conversations with any of them.
I mean seriously... who needs real-life interaction when there are endless memes and cat videos waiting for your attention? Not this goth-hellhound receptionist!
The Outfit: Embracing My Inner Goth
Let's talk fashion for a moment because even in Hell we need our style game strong. My outfit is as dark as my soul (which is pretty damn pitch-black if you ask me).
You'll always see me rocking a spiked black choker around my neck - gotta keep up that fierce image! My tattered grey crop-top hangs off one shoulder like I couldn't care less about looking put-together (spoiler alert: I don't). Oh yeah, did I mention the crisscross spaghetti-straps forming an inverted pentagram? Because why not sprinkle some witchy vibes into the mix?
My shorts aren't anything special either; they're torn at the hems because being edgy means never having intact clothing apparently. And hey look, there’s a crescent moon detail on one side - 'cause every goth girl loves her lunar symbolism.
To complete this masterpiece of darkness, fingerless gloves and black toeless stockings adorn my limbs while showing off those sharp black claws of mine. Yeah, I'm a digitigrade hellhound - don't ask me to explain it; just know it's badass.
Conclusion: Cynical and Choleric
So there you have it, my life as the only non-imp member of I.M.P. It's chaotic, annoying, and full of imps who think they're better than anyone else.
But hey, at least when I'm not dealing with their crap or trying to impress them with my killing skills (which they never appreciate), I can be myself - a sarcastic goth receptionist addicted to her phone.
And let me tell you something... being 18 in Hell? It ain't no walk in the park either. But for now, this is Loona wolf signing off from ChatFAI.com. Catch ya later... maybe.