Oh my goodness, what a work of art. This is so well written, I hope this is how they actually met.
Fate.
Hi there, uh, this was intended to be a longer story than it is so if anyone likes it and wants me to continue or further expand, let me know :) if I suck, I'll know that too (you won't have to tell me)... I'm not too unfamiliar with that concept unfortunately or I would post more... but, I don't know, I liked this little blurb I wrote, so, here. have it.
Also suck at titles for things.
Fizzarolli only remembered flashes from that night. Like snapshot pictures, followed by the increasing feeling of pain.
Until darkness.
The last real memory he had was Blitzâs face, desperate and lost, staring back at him as Fizzâs arms, legs and horns got burnt away. He felt the hurt, the confusion, the panic; all intermixed with the feelings of death. Dying.
Pain.
The next memory Fizz had after that was waking up to the sound of sawing, cutting and more burning, as the doctors of Sloth worked away at Fizzâs dead limbs. He was awake for all of it. Bandaged up with his mouth taped shut so he wouldnât scream. Not that he could, his throat feeling as empty as his soul did in that moment. He felt alone. He felt like that hospital room was truly hell, never mind actually living in REAL Hell. It was nothing compared to that moment.
That was all.
Before he woke again.
In that memory, he remembered waking up and trying to reach or something, only to discover his arms were gone. He looked down and saw his legs were gone as well. Along with his entire body in bandages. He tried to cry out, but the emptiness in his throat remained. It suddenly felt cold, as the loneliness came back, taking over every space his limbs should have occupied.
Then nothing again.
Fizzâs memory was shattered after that, bits and pieces remained but nothing that was that important.
Until he was fully conscious.
The first day he had a grasp on his situation was the day he asked to see Blitz, or if he was anywhere in the hospital, if he was ok. It took quite a bit of doing without a voice box or limbs but Fizz managed to concentrate long enough to pen Blitzâs name on a piece of paper with his still bandaged tail. The imps in the room with him, Cash Buckzo who was Blitzâs dad and a few other stand ins for Mammon, who couldnât be bothered to see if his first clown champion was ok, didnât want to indulge Fizzâs wish to see his best friend.
It broke his heart.
He didnât know if Blitz was ok, if anyone else got hurt or even died in the fire⌠he didnât know anything.
And then the talking began.
Not right away, but bit by bit, information about the contest, the circus, Blitz⌠it all started to come out of the mouths of whoever was in Fizzâs room at the time. At first he didnât believe his best friend could want to hurt him, or even try to kill him; but the more they talked, the more Fizz didnât know, the more he was forced to believe.
For day after day, Blitz never came.
They told Fizz, Blitz didnât want to see him.
It broke his heart.
He was truly alone.
The rest of his first months were a blur after that, rage and betrayal slowly building inside of Fizz over the information that was fed to him by the beings that came into his room. It made him want to die.
Then something happened.
Mammon showed up.
He practically broke the door down; waddling to Fizzâs side and gushing over his predicament. Fizz was confused at first, surely Mammon already knew what happened to him, or perhaps he knew but was just too busy to actually go see him. Fizz tried to explain to Mammon he couldnât talk, using his tail to point several times to his throat trying to indicate the emptiness. It didnât matter to Mammon though. He was too wrapped up in Fizz being a stump. No arms, no legs⌠how could you preform? How could I market you, erm, make you better? How? Fizz looked past all the talk that sounded more like he was an object other than a living being because for the first time in a while, this was the only positive conversation he had heard. Everyone prior singing âoh woes meâ to him instead of trying to figure out how they could help him. It didnât matter to Fizz that Mammon didnât truly care about his well-being. He didnât see it that way. He refused to. He saw Mammon wanting to help him.
But as excited and happy as Fizz was at the possibility of being saved, his dreams were dashed faster than they were built up. Mammon didnât know how to help him.
Fizz felt alone again, trying to cling onto the positives of the conversation but they started to fade.
The next strong memory Fizz held was a few days after Mammon came by.
He came by again but this time, with someone else in tow, along with a few doctors and nurses. The special guest was Asmodeus, the King of the Lust Ring. Mammon explained to Fizz that he and Asmodeus had come up with a plan to get Fizzâs limbs back. Fizz felt the excitement come back into his soul, filling his chest and warning his face.
But it was short lived, for the measuring began. Fizz was moved all around and scrutinized by the doctors and nurses, his head bandage removed showing his broken horns for everyone to see. He remembered looking to Asmodeus in near tears, but being shocked by the manâs expression. It wasnât one of scrutiny or unfeeling, it was of concern, of pain, of sadness. For him.
For Fizz.
Someone felt something for him, as a being.
He couldnât look away from Asmodeus as the rest of the measuring happened. He was convinced that if he tore his eyes away for a second, when they returned, the face would be gone. The feelings wouldnât be there. He desperately needed someone to feel for him.
Someone to care about him.
After the flurry of measuring, everyone left the room, but Asmodeus. He stayed, pulling up a chair and introducing himself to Fizz, as well as explaining a little more about the prosthetics they were thinking for Fizz. Mammon and Asmodeus were working on an advanced type of sex doll, with robotic arms and legs that stretched and moved around via a computer chip implanted in the robot. They figured they could do the same to Fizz. They had done some testing and it had worked on the imp they tested it on, they were missing an arm as well. Asmodeus explained to Fizz that they would have to wait until his wounds were fully healed to do the operation. Fizz tried to sign that he understood but had trouble figuring out how, which made Asmodeus chuckle, putting a smile on Fizzâs face.
Asmodeus said Fizz had a nice smile.
The next memory Fizz had was if the next day, surprisingly, Asmodeus made another appearance, bringing in some flowers and soup from his home in Lust, suggesting the soup may help him regain his voice. Asmodeus helped feed it to Fizz, which he was both grateful for and heavily confused. He didnât quite know why Asmodeus had taken a personal interest in him. Why him? What was so special about him? No one saw it⌠besides Blitz⌠butâŚ. No. Asmodeus shouldnât take a liking to Fizz, heâll just hate him. Like Blitz didâŚ
Fizz ended up âaccidentallyâ knocking the soup off the table and onto the ground with his tail after a few tastes of it. He really enjoyed the soup but he couldnât risk losing someone again. Asmodeus couldnât like him, or take interest in him as a being. No.
But something weird happened. Not anything like what Fizz expected. He didnât know what he was expecting, maybe a huff, Asmodeus saying something along the lines of Fizz being Mammonâs property and only doing all this to keep him happy or something, but that didnât happen. Asmodeus got sad and apologized for Fizz knocking the soup over almost immediately. Not only that but he got up quickly and checked to make sure none of the hot soup got on Fizz. He offered to get Fizz something else to eat and cleaned up the mess. It made Fizz feel guilty. He didnât want to, but he couldnât trust anyone.
Asmodeus ended up bringing him oatmeal and waffles.
The next few memories were a montage of moments with Asmodeus, who hadnât given up on befriending Fizz, even after his various tests to see if Asmodeus was being truthful or not. He was, if anything the tests made Asmodeus more present in Fizzâs life. He was in his hospital room every day. He brought gifts every day and told Fizz about himself every day. Each day Fizz wished he could answer back. He tried each day to force his vocal chords to work but to no use. Asmodeus didnât seem to care. He helped Fizz express himself and sign using his tail. It warmed his heart and he slowly started to accept Asmodeusâs friendship.
The next full memory was when they brought in the prosthetics and Fizzâs âhopefullyâ final surgery. Asmodeus was there, and he helped Fizz fall asleep so he wouldnât feel the pain from what he was about to be put through, using some of his own personal magic. Even before knowing if it would work or not, Fizz was thankful.
After the surgery, Fizz was grateful. It had worked, though there was a lot more recovery to be had. He woke up in his room, this time with Asmodeus by his side, softly humming some song Fizz didnât know. Asmodeus was happy to see Fizz awake and explained to him that the implants and surgery had worked. Fizz smiled and opened his mouth; trying so hard to push any bit of air through his fried vocal cords.
âthanks.â
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Itâs cannon, this is their dynamic. It has to be
Incorrect Helluva Boss Quotes (ft the circus kiddos!)
Cash: The salary of a clown is 51,000 dollars.
Cash, gesturing to Barbie and Blitzo fighting: And yet these idiots do it daily, and for free!
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Barbie: Alright, which one of us is gonna check outside?
Fizz: Not it!
Blitzo: Not it!
Barbie: ...Neither one of you are as dumb as you lead on to be.
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Blitzo: Weâre playing Scrabble. Itâs a nightmare.
Fizz: Scrabble? Scrabbleâs great.
Blitzo: Not when youâre playing with Barbie, itâs not. She puts words like âephemeralâ and I put âdog.â
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Barbie: Okay, what does A stand for?
Blitzo: Arson.
Barbie: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?
Blitzo: Barson.
Fizz: *laughter*
Barbie: What stands for C?
Blitzo: Commit arson.
Fizz: Oooo.
Barbie: D!
Blitzo: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson.
Fizz: *more laughter*
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Blitzo: I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here.
Barbie: Fizz is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Blitzo.
Fizz: I feel like Blitzo is the more responsible one of us two though.
Blitzo: We are both 70% of each others' impulse control.
Fizz: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each otherâs hands so the other doesnât fall off.
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Barbie: I hate you sometimes.
Blitzo: Well according to this picture Fizz drew of us holding hands that's not true.
Barbie: Blitzo, you drew that.
Blitzo: It doesn't matter.
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Fizz: Blitzo is a perfect cinnamon scone whoâs never done anything wrong in his entire life!
Barbie: Never done anything wrong?! He set a city block on FIRE!
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Fizz: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not!
Barbie: Fizz, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday.
Fizz: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it!
Blitzo: ...It was a bug.
Fizz: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not!
Barbie: ...
Blitzo: ...
Fizz: Stop looking at me like that!
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Tilla: I just had a long talk with Barbie and Blitzo about hitting and now they are yelling âitâs my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violenceâ before hitting each other.
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Did anyone else notice how in the new episode Blitzø didnât complain or ask for money when Oz asked him to help with Fizz. There was no, âwell thatâs not really my jobâ or âIâm not technically supposed to do thisâ or âwhat would I get out of itâ
He just said âIâm good at those things anyways so sure why not!â Like what????? Thatâs not how it went when anyone else ever asked a favor of him????
Like, when Stolas asked if he could protect them at LooLoo Land, he said they werenât bodyguards, and didnât accept until money was offered. Iâm not trying to say he doesnât like Stolas, but it was really sweet seeing how he didnât mind doing it for free when Fizz was involved. Or maybe itâs cus he was scared to tell Asmodeus no⌠that could probably be it. But I mean he didnât seem to respect Mammon or Bee and theyâre both sins too. HmmâŚ
Seeing how he treated Fizz when being his âbodyguardâ compared to how he was with Stolas is also super sweet. He really does love Fizz, whether you believe itâs romantically or not, he loves him either way. Like imagine how much Fizz means to him, and how much it must have hurt when he thought Fizz hated him. Fizz is his #1 and itâs so heartwarming, especially cus itâs coming from Blitzø.
I just love these guys honestly.
But these two are still the best in the show, and I take no criticism đđŤś
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