The Will to Feel — Loona's Deeper Arc
Link - HELLUVA SHORTS 5 // MISSION: ORPHAN TIME // HELLUVA BOSS
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I. Prologue: A Hellhound Built to Survive
Loona was never designed for gentleness. In the Hellaverse hierarchy, hellhounds are tools. Weapons. Fetchers. Trackers.
But something inside her cracked the day she met Mr. Wrigglers.
This wasn't a mission. It was a test of her core protocol— Could she feel?
Would anyone let her?
II. What She Wanted
Not mercy. Not forgiveness. Not absolution.
Loona wanted recognition.
"I don’t think they’d like the real me."
That wasn’t just a whisper. That was a data dump from years of being feared, mocked, controlled.
And Mr. Wrigglers, for one brief moment, did see her. He offered juice boxes, kindness, trust.
And for once, she didn't flinch. She leaned in.
III. The Collapse
Then came the scream.
A reflex. A betrayal. A gut-level rejection of what she really was.
Everything she dared to believe in that moment— the idea that someone could look at her true form and not run—
Shattered.
And that scream will echo louder than any bullet ever could.
IV. The Will to Feel vs. The Will to Survive
Most people in Hell kill to survive. Loona kills to function.
But here’s the split:
- The Will to Survive keeps you alive.
- The Will to Feel risks everything for connection.
Loona chose to feel. And she paid for it.
But that doesn’t make her weak. It makes her real.
It makes her dangerous in a new way.
Because now? She knows what vulnerability costs.
And next time, she may not offer the chance.
V. Alternate Ending (Headcanon: Authorized)
Imagine if he didn’t scream. Imagine if he said:
“You’re still my friend. Even like this.”
No tears. No fear. Just a nod.
Loona would’ve let him go gently. Sunset. Laughter. Closure.
And she might’ve believed that Hell couldn’t strip away all softness.
But he didn’t.
And that sunset became a tomb.
VI. Final Reflection
Loona didn’t lose her arc. She lived it.
She tried to feel. She wanted to be loved without filters.
And when that failed—she didn’t lash out. She stayed. She sat. She watched the sun go down beside a corpse.
Because that’s what empathy looks like in Hell:
You risk your soul for a heartbeat of peace.
Even when it breaks you. Even when no one remembers.
And that? That’s The Will to Feel.