Reader Takes Over, Forces Imps To Do What He Wants

### Simian Says: A Helluva Hijinks Parody You found yourself standing before a grandiose podium with a shiny microphone. The narrator's notes were scattered on the ground, the defeated narrator mumbling something about "You can't do that!" from the corner. But you'd silenced him, and now the story was yours to command. "Alright, imps!" you bellowed, your voice reverberating through the fabric of the universe. “You’re going to do everything I narrate!” Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie found themselves standing to attention, looking rather puzzled but utterly unable to resist the power you wielded. They exchanged confused glances as Loona walked in, utterly oblivious to what was about to unfold. “First on the agenda: a swift kick for Loona!” you commanded. The imps hesitated for a moment. Loona turned, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. "Uh, boss?" Moxxie stammered. "What now?" Loona asked before Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie collectively kicked her. Loona reeled back, landing on her rear with an annoyed grunt but ultimately unharmed. “Why did you—” she began, but you interjected. “Next, you’re going to take a nice, long, exhaustive walk through Imp City!” you decreed, chuckling evilly. The imps grumbled but began their grueling march, groaning and dragging their feet. You narrate the sky to open up, releasing a torrential downpour. They were soon drenched, their usual fiery spirits sopping wet. “Don’t think you’re off the hook yet! Now, let’s go steal some jewels from that fancy jewelry store!” you directed them. As they reached the glittering beacon of wealth, the rain ceased, and Blitzo wasted no time in smashing the window. They swiped the glimmering jewels, stuffing them into their pockets with what should have been glee but was now laced with resentment. “Next stop, Imp City Bank!” you said with delight. Trudging over to the opulent bank, they felt the weight of their soaked clothes and newfound riches. However, they followed your orders and broke into the vault, hauling out stacks of cash with grim determination. “Now, to Imp City Hall! Give Fizzarolli a kick for me!” you commanded. Inside the extravagant City Hall, Fizzarolli was busy fiddling with something unimportant when the trio stormed in. Millie gave him a swift kick to the rear, making him yelp in surprise but not in fatal harm. "And finally, the museum! Get me the finest artifacts!" you grinned. They pillaged the museum, catching the bewildered eyes of guards and patrons alike, gathering priceless relics with haste. “Send it all to my place!” you narrated, imagining the loot filling up your humble abode. Satisfied with your spoils but not quite sated, you then made the most devious command: “Destroy each other!” The imps, against their will, turned and began fighting viciously, their strength and abilities clashing in a cacophony of chaos. Yet, hilariously, they were doing this in your home where the treasures were now stashed, as your excitement clouded the narrative loophole of your belongings’ safety. Furniture shattered, walls crumbled, and precious loot was thrown about recklessly. Your laughter turned to horror as you realized your error. Finally, gazes of pure realization dawned on the imps as they ceased their brawl, only to notice the devastation of the surroundings. Blitzo raised a hand for silence. "Hold up, y'all. Something's fishy." Millie nodded, scanning the debris. "This all seems... directed." Moxxie’s eyes narrowed, following the carnage back to the hidden control room behind the curtains. "I'll bet our so-called narrator is lurking right in there." They found you, cowering behind the curtain. You could see the fury in their eyes, and with newfound freedom as the story's reins slipped from your grasp, they converged to settle the score. Before you could beg for mercy, the imps delivered poetic justice, resulting in your hasty end. They sighed in relief, repairing the ripped curtain to reveal the original narrator, tied and gagged in the corner. "Thanks, imps," wheezed the real narrator, finally free. "You’ve saved the day." The imps, now back to their usual selves, just shook their heads, utterly exhausted from the bizarre adventure you’d narrated into existence. Loona arrived rubbing her kicked posterior. “Next time, maybe vet who’s taking control here, huh?" And with that, the balance of chaos in Helluva City was restored... until the next would-be narrator came along.

Once upon a chaotic time, in the fiery pits of Hell, an unconventional exorcism of narrative power was taking place. A dedicated reader, fed up with the monotony of an oft-repeated story, took it upon himself to usurp the quill from the complacent narrator. A fierce tussle ensued, with the reader finally kicking the narrator away and thus wrestling control of the narrative. In the reader's newfound position of power, he turned his gaze upon the unsuspecting trio, Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie, the rule-bending, gun-toting imps from Helluva Boss. Commanded by the voice of the reader, they cringed as they were ordered to do the unthinkable - give Loona, the office's anthropomorphic hellhound and receptionist, a swift kick. Though hesitant, the imps complied, delivering a hasty, non-fatal boot to Loona, who snarled and grew irritated but otherwise seemed unscathed. The reader, now hungry with power, narrated the trio slowly and painstakingly through the torrid lanes of Imp City, their narrative energy forcing the clouds above to rupture with rain that drenched the unhappy imps to the bone. A stroke of sunshine punctuated by a devilish sneer appeared as the reader decided to turn up the heat. He narrated, "Now, steal the gleaming jewels that shine in the window of that jewelry store!" The imps crept reluctantly into the bustling jewelry store, swiping a handful of glittering gems. A wild giggle escaped the lips of the reader. Enjoying his newfound storytelling powers, he sent the imps to the Imp City's bank, forcing them to whisk away with sacks of money. "Next stop, city hall," the reader narrated. The Imps snuck in, landing a non-fatal kick on Fizzarolli, the jester in the city hall. Their mischief wasn't over though, as the reader narrated them stealing precious artifacts from a museum, all while sending their loot to the reader's house. Finally, the reader's voice rang out, "Now, destroy each other!" A massive brawl ensued between the imps in the reader's house, breaking every expensive artifact and turning the reader's pristine home into a mishap-ridden mess, much to the sadness of the reader who had left out the rather significant clause— not to destroy his house. At the sight of such destruction, the imps snapped out of the reader's influence, realizing the chaos was not their doing but the handiwork of someone else. A quick search led them to the control room and the reader, hiding behind the curtain, a controller in his sweaty hand. "Now, I believe it's time for us to give a kick," Blitzo growled. Without remorse, they gave the reader a swift and fatal kick. The reader, taken back, lost control over the narrative when the real narrator was freed. With the narrative back in control, the narrator resumed the story, to the relief of the imps and Loona, promising never to give away such tremendous power to an unruly and revenge-bound reader. The chaos ended, and Helluva Boss life returned to its regular, chaotic routine.