The short opens with a shot of a desk in the I.M.P Headquarters. A contract for an unknown target described as a man-eating beast is thrown onto the desk. The scene then changes to a portal opening up in Antarctica, with Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, Y/N, and four Cenobites—Ace of Spades, The Seamstress, Brute, and The Cartoonist—falling out.

Blitzo: Ah, that was a big jump.

Y/N: Too cold! Too cold! Too cold!

Ace of Spades: Please. You're wearing a jacket, sweatshirt, three shirts, two pairs of pants, two pairs of underwear, and three socks. You should be fine

Millie: *whimpers*

Blitzo: Christ on a stick, I'm freezing my little red cock off! Where is that thing supposed to be?

Millie: The client said it was near the research station.

Moxxie: Th-th-th-that research station?

They all look toward the McMurdo Station, its door repeatedly opening and closing as the wind whips around. Blitzo exhales, shivering.

The Cartoonist: Sheesh.

Moxxie: Oh crumbs, that can't be good.

Blitzo: Oh sh- yikes, yi-

They cautiously make their way toward the station, only to find it full of dead bodies, gruesomely torn apart. Blood splatters the walls, and the scene is eerily quiet except for the creaking of the doors and the howling wind outside.

Moxxie: What happened here?

Millie: These guys were torn to shreds. I've seen Wrath b-b-b-beasts less brutal than this.

Moxxie: What and/or who could've done this?

Y/N, staying close to the group, looks around nervously, his hands shaking slightly as he adjusts his gloves. The Cenobites stand behind him, their presence adding a layer of dread to the already tense situation.

Ace of Spades: Whoever—or whatever—did this, it wasn't just for survival. This was... enjoyed.

The Seamstress: (coldly) Threads of life unraveled, a tapestry of agony. They didn't die quickly.

Brute: (growling).

The Cartoonist: (grinning) Oh, I'd say this is the work of a real monster. Not one of ours, though.

Y/N shudders, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N: W-we need to be careful... We don't know what we're dealing with...

Blitzo: (trying to lighten the mood, though clearly on edge) Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

A low, guttural roar echoes outside the station, sending a shiver through the group. Blitzo turns, his eyes widening as the silhouette of a massive creature appears in the blizzard outside.

Blitzo: Uh, that... probably. Okay, Moxxie, get up top. Millie, Y/N, what's your names, cover the entrances. I got it here.

Moxxie: Yes, sir.

He quickly gets into position

Moxxie scopes in with his rifle, squinting through the swirling snow. The shape becomes clearer: a giant leopard seal, its massive jaws gnashing as it charges toward the station.

Blitzo: Y-you got him, Mox?

Moxxie: (taking a deep breath) Yes, sir.

Blitzo: Sweet, let's turn him into some SWISS cheese!

Blitzo opens fire with his pistols, but the bullets barely slow the creature down. The seal snarls, its thick blubber absorbing most of the damage. Moxxie lines up his shot, but the first bullet goes wide. He grits his teeth, focuses, and fires again. This time, the bullet strikes true, blowing the monster's head clean off in a spray of crimson.

Blitzo: (grinning) Guess he met his match, heh-heh. Eat shit in Hell, polar slut! Good job, Mox, now let's get out of this frozen fuckhole.

Millie: Hold it, Blitzo. Look at these marks. They weren't made by no bullets. And here, bite marks.

Blitzo crouches down, examining the deep gouges in the ice around the entrance, his earlier confidence quickly draining away.

Y/N: Oh no...

Blitzo: Sh-sh-sh-shit!

Moxxie: Uh, what? What's the problem?

Blitzo: This slut wasn't running toward us!

Millie: He was running away... from something else...

Moxxie: (alarmed) Look!

They looked up to see a penguin on top of a glacier, with blood below its beak, angrily staring at the imps.

Blitzo: Drop him!

Moxxie fires his sniper rifle and kills the penguin.

Blitzo: Shit.

Ace of Spades: Welp, their dead.

A whole huddle of penguins show up.

Blitzo: Fuck, that's like ten.

Millie: Well, maybe those ones are nice.

Penguin: (subtitled) Who are they?

Penguins: (subtitled) Who are they? Who are they?

Penguin: (subtitled) Who are they?

Penguin: (subtitled) *slurs*

Blitzo: They're not! RUUUN!

The penguins start following them by a colony consisting of hundreds. They show a mouth full of sharp teeth.

Millie: Mox! Come on!

The imps enter the research station and Blitzo barricades it with furniture. The huddle of penguins try to break inside, while saying slurs.

Y/N and his Cenobites step forward, ready to take on the frenzied creatures. Y/N, still nervous and unsure, glances at the Cenobites who stand beside him with twisted anticipation.

Y/N: (voice trembling) O-okay, guys... we have to stop them. We can't let them get in.

Ace of Spades: (grinning) These creatures think they can overpower us? Let's show them what true horror is.

The Seamstress: (darkly) I'll stitch their fate, one by one.

Brute: (laughing)

The Cartoonist: (chuckling sinisterly) I've got some ideas to make this fun.

As the penguins continue to batter the barricades, their sharp teeth gnashing through the wood, The Seamstress is the first to act. With a flick of her wrist, threads of dark energy weave through the air, ensnaring the closest penguins and pulling them tight. The penguins struggle, but her threads slice through them like a blade, severing heads and limbs with terrifying precision.

The Seamstress: (smirking) There, nice and neat.

Ace of Spades: My turn.

Ace of Spades extends his hands, and a deck of spectral cards materializes between his fingers. He flings them at the horde, each card slicing through the penguins with supernatural sharpness. As the cards strike, they explode in bursts of dark energy, reducing the penguins to nothing but feathers and gore.

Ace of Spades: (calmly) It's all in the shuffle.

Brute charged forward and smashed a few penguins. He grabbed one and ripped its head off. He started crushing several others with his intense strength.

Despite the onslaught, more penguins pour into the station, their numbers seemingly endless. The Cartoonist steps up, his eyes glowing with malevolent creativity. With a flourish, he sketches a grotesque, nightmarish version of a penguin on the air. The drawing leaps from the page, a monstrous hybrid of ink and shadow, and attacks the real penguins, tearing them apart in a frenzy of ink and blood.

The Cartoonist: (laughing) Art truly is subjective.

As the area fills with the sounds of carnage, Brute charges forward, using his immense strength to grab two penguins and smash them together, their bodies exploding on impact. He roars with delight as he grabs another and crushes it in his massive hands, blood splattering everywhere.

Brute: (grinning)

Y/N, though still shaking, finally musters his courage. He focuses on his powers, summoning a freezing wind that blasts through the station. The temperature drops rapidly, and the penguins, unprepared for such cold, begin to slow down, their movements becoming sluggish. Y/N uses the opportunity to conjure sharp icicles that rain down on the penguins, skewering them where they stand.

Y/N: (nervously) I-I did it...

Blitzo: Holy shit, those guys are terrifying.

Moxxie: Remind me never to piss them off...

Millie: (grinning) Damn, that was some good fighting!

Moxxie: Sir, uh, could you get us out of here?

Blitzo is on the ground, rubbing the crystal, trying to make it work, while Moxxie and Millie are holding the barricades.

Blitzo: (barely audibly) Fucking wrist crystal!

Millie: What's the hold up, Blitzo?

Blitzo: I can't just make it go, okay, I'm still getting used to this fucking thing!

Blitzo throws himself around, doing various things to the crystal, attempting to activate it.

Blitzo: Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!

Blitzo grips the crystal with his teeth and falls down to the ground.

Millie: It's from Lust! You can't just brute-force it. You gotta treat it right. Caress it.

Blitzo: I don't know, I... I've never been good at this shit.

Millie: Use your tongue!

Blitzo starts licking the crystal out of obligation. Mille and Moxxie are staring at him with slightly disgusted facial expressions.

Moxxie: How do you not know how to do this?

Blitzo: Moxxie! I'm a fucking top!

Moxxie: Try spelling the alphabet! (blushes)

Blitzo: A... bleh, C- B!

Millie: With your tongue!

Blitzo: I knew that.

Blitzo starts licking the crystal while reciting the alphabet.

Moxxie: Oh for Satan's sake!

Moxxie shoves Blitzo's hand into his mouth and voluptuously tongues the crystal. Blitzo starts blushing.

Blitzo: Oh, damn.

Millie: I taught him that.

The relentless onslaught of demonic penguins continues, the screeches and slurs of the monstrous birds echoing through the blood-soaked area

Y/N: (steeling himself) We... we can't let them through!

Brute: (cracking his knuckles)

The Seamstress twirls her hands, and dark threads erupt from her fingers, weaving through the mass of penguins like a sinister spider's web. The threads slice through the air, wrapping around penguins and pulling them apart with brutal efficiency. Feathers and blood spray across the snow as the penguins are ripped limb from limb, their shrill cries silenced as they're dismembered.

The Seamstress: (coldly) Such fragile creatures... they unravel so easily.

Ace of Spades steps forward, his spectral cards spinning in the air around him. With a flick of his wrist, he sends them slicing through the horde. Each card is a deadly blade, cutting through penguins with supernatural precision. As the cards strike, they explode into bursts of dark energy, leaving nothing but smoldering remains in their wake.

Ace of Spades: (grinning) Let's up the ante.

He conjures a massive card—a grim depiction of the Ace of Spades itself—and hurls it into the crowd. The card embeds itself in the ground, and dark energy radiates from it, causing the penguins within its radius to combust into black flames, their screeches turning into agonized wails before they are reduced to ash.

The Cartoonist watches with sadistic glee as he sketches another monstrosity in the air. This time, it's a twisted, grotesque version of a penguin with sharp, jagged edges and glowing red eyes. The drawing comes to life, leaping off the page and into the fray. The monstrous creation tears through the real penguins, ripping them apart with razor-sharp claws and beak. Ink and blood mix as it wreaks havoc, painting the room in a chaotic mess of colors and carnage.

The Cartoonist: (laughing maniacally) Now that's what I call a masterpiece!

Meanwhile, Brute charges into the horde with reckless abandon, his massive fists crushing penguins left and right. He grabs one, slamming it into the ground with such force that the floorboards crack. He picks up another and uses it as a club, bashing its brethren to pieces. His laughter echoes through the station as he revels in the destruction.

Brute: (roaring)

As the Cenobites unleash their carnage, Y/N focuses his energy, summoning a freezing wind that howls through the station. The temperature drops even further, causing the penguins to shiver and slow down. With a wave of his hand, Y/N conjures massive icicles that shoot from the ground, impaling the remaining penguins. The frozen spikes glisten with blood as the last of the horde falls silent.

Y/N: (panting, but relieved) W-we did it...

The snow is now littered with the remains of the penguins—feathers, blood, and ink smeared across every surface.

Ace of Spades looks around at the devastation, his dark grin widening as he surveys their handiwork.

Ace of Spades: (with a satisfied sigh) I love my job.

The portal suddenly opens, and Moxxie wipes his mouth.

Blitzo: You freaks done?

Ace of Spades: Ya. We're done.

Moxxie: Can we go, please?

Blitzo looks at his hand covered with saliva, then looks at Moxxie before going through the portal. Moxxie looked embarassed, covering his hands over his face. Y/N and the Cenobites walked through. Lastly, Millie jumps through the portal. Now back in Hell with Blitzo and Moxxie, Millie sees a gas canister which has ruptured and pulls out a matchbox.

Millie: Eat this, bitches! Hah!

Millie throws a lit match through the portal and causes an explosion. She starts sadistically laughing, as the rookery scream in pain, and the research station blows up. Only a crater is left, and a lone penguin walks up to where the station once was.

Penguin: (subtitled) *SLURS*!!!!!