Part One: The Prelude
“Alright, folks! Give it
up for the king of all things greeeen!”
A cheering demon crowd
had gathered for a spectacular concert in the Greed Ring. Green-colored
spotlights hovered over the heads of the crowd while strings of round green
lights arched up into the sky. Large glowing spiderwebs of magenta and neon
green were spread out across the stadium and over circus tents and flags. The
round stage was made of old moss-covered ship parts that jutted out haphazardly
in every direction above it. Pink rectangular speakers stood on either side and
Mammon’s sigil glowed magenta upon the curtains. A tattered flag of Mammon’s
smiling jester face waved from the very top of the stage. Green flames sprang
up in a circle around the outside of the stadium as the crowd grew excited.
A female imp with short
black hair did a “horns/rocker” gesture with her hand next to another demon
wearing a green and black jester hat. A pink succubus wore a neon green bra,
while another imp wore green glasses, a green shirt and two glowing bracelets
on her arm. A male imp with white hair and a nose-ring waved his fist in
excitement.
The announcer boomed, “Hell’s
number one clown! The money-maker himself!”
A screen popped out from
under the stage floor and “MAMMON” appeared in bold green letters with white
dots that lit up, spun, and dinged like a casino sign.
“The sin you all looove
most: MAMMON KING OF GREEEED!”
Among the crowd of
demons dressed in dollar-sign shirts and Mammon hats, was the teenage duo of
Blitzo and Fizzarolli. The two imps had gone to the concert as friends together
before the horrific future circus accident. Teenage Blitzo had braces on his yellowed
fangs, a black spiked collar on his neck, green-yellow pants, black boots, and
a black tank-top with “Mammon” in green-yellow letters. Teenage Fizzarolli,
with red face and large stripped horns intact had a torn short green-yellow
shirt with a black “M” and a dollar sign on it, along with green-yellow
bracelets, dark pants and green-yellow boots with black puff balls on them. He
had neon green eye make-up over his red-yellow eyes.
Four green firework
flames shot out into the air from the stage. In a bang of green lightning and
smoke, the towering jester appeared in showers of confetti.
“Heya, implings!” he
greeted. He wore large high black boots, a layered white jester outfit and in
the center of his chest was a gold button with a dollar sign on it. He had four
slender arms, one of which held a yellow-green electric guitar with a gold star
on the end and a gold jester crown shape on the head of it. Green and black
striped leggings covered his legs and a white and black large jester hat with a
black dollar sign on it was perched on top of his head. Yellow bells hung from
his hat. Sunglasses were over his eyes. He slid down to the ground in a pose,
holding the guitar in three of his hands. Two hands were white and two were
black.
“How’re your little
(*clown HONK sound*) doing tonight?! I hope you’re ready for the best fucking
show you will ever see in your shit lives!”
Mammon peered close with
a sharp-toothed grin as more flames shot into the air. His tongue was long and
purple with yellow stripes.
Blitzo, Fizzarolli and
the crowd jumped up and down, chanting “Mammon! Mammon! Mammon!” Blitzo did
“rocker” gestures with his hands.
“Right,” Mammon
continued. “I got tons of really fuckin’ cool shit for you ‘ere tonight, but
first…”
He twirled his guitar in
one hand and slammed it upright on the stage. Mammon’s sigil glowed neon green
behind him.
“How many of you
worthless bitches wanna be big clowns like me someday?”
“I do, I do!” yelled
Fizzarolli.
“Me, me, me, me, me!”
yelled Blitzo. The teens jumped up and down.
“Well, I’m happy to
announce that I will be starting up a new, yearly clown pageant!”
A screen above him read
“MAMMON’S SUPER RAD AS FUCKING SHIT CLOWN PAGEANT!” “Fucking” was in red, “rad”
and “shit’ were teal blue, and the other words were green.
“YEEAAHH!” the crowd
cheered as the green fireworks shot from the stage again. Dollar bills rained
into the crowd.
“You know like one ‘a
them fucked up beauty contests, but for clowns, so it’s BETTER!”
“IT’S BETTER!” The sign
flashed the words as pointed arrows pointed at the sign. More green fireworks,
raining money, and hollers from the crowd.
“Just for all you
aspiring clown kids out there!” He picked up a small boy imp (a younger Wally
Wackford) with thick round glasses and overalls. “A new chance to work with me,
Mammon!” Mammon pulled the kid to his face in a hug, the boy smiled, eyes wide.
Blitzo flinched.
Fizzarolli stared at Mammon with wonder-filled eyes and an agape expression.
“And to be the new face
of my clownish brand!” Mammon continued. Wally Wackford yelled as Mammon shot
him back into the crowd like a rubber-band.
“I can’t wait to see all
the new talent I can exploit…um…fuck.” Mammon stuttered, almost revealing his
greedy intentions. “Wait I mean…enjoy!” He laughed nervously. “Uh, watching me
grow my empire!” He spread out his arms before putting his hands on his hips.
“Also, if you’re a
chick, maybe give up on your dreams now. ‘Cause I’m not gonna lie: women just
ain’t funny.”
Comically, the show’s
producer, writer, and director Vivienne Medrano’s name appeared briefly on the
screen.
“ANYWAY! My plan is to
find the new face of my brand! YEAH! So, they gotta bring the good shit! The
winner will get to be like the son I never had! And I’ll be like the stepdad
that will love you when it’s convenient!”
Blitzo was disturbingly
reminded of his own manipulative father, Cash Buckzo, who loved money and
Fizzarolli more than him.
“Wow!” admired
Fizzarolli, Blitzo giving him a look.
Mammon continued. “You
might be a lunchbox, an action figure, Saturday morning cartoon. Hell, I might
even make a sex robot of ya! I don’t know! I mean, if it’ll make money, sure.
But it’s not weird.” He glanced around nervously.
He then pointed to a
short white-haired male imp wearing glasses, and a yellow-green Mammon hoodie,
“You’re weird, you sick fuck!” Next to the imp was a female wearing a bra with
dollar signs on them and a green streak in her black hair.
“And if you say it’s
exploitation, fuck you!” Mammon stuck his nose in the air. “It’s not
exploitation! If you think that then you’re a dickhead!”
Crickets chirped as the
crown went awkwardly silent.
“Anyway, CLOWNS!” roared
Mammon as the crowd erupted into cheers again.
“ALRIGHT, LET’S GO,
YEEEAAAHH!” One of the imps had a ring on his horn.
The cheers turned to
panicked screams as an army of clowns pounced onto the crowd.
0 0 0
In the dark green Greed
sky, a glowing neon green coin spun slowly like a moon. It had an “M” and a
dollar sign on it. Blitzo and Fizzarolli walked home after the concert, old
warehouse buildings around them. Overhead were round streetlights shining red
still spotlights.
“Alright, I’m gonna say
it,” Blitzo began with a chuckle. “That was too many clowns.”
“I have to win that
pageant someday,” Fizzarolli exclaimed. “Can you imagine how amazing it would
be to get to work with him?!”
Blitzo glanced at his
friend. “What’s the point? Isn’t being the star of our imp circus enough?
Plenty of people already know who you are, Fizz. You don’t need to go work for
Mammon like some creepy mascot.”
“It’s not about that!”
Fizzarolli said. “It’s getting to work with my idol. I just love that he’s
giving someone new the chance to be in the spotlight! He’s an inspiration!” He
stared dreamily at the sky; hands clasped together.
“Well, he’s…definitely
something alright,” Blitzo mentioned as they walked under a red streetlight. “I
mean I dunno, was it worth all our savings just to have him put on an
over-hyped commercial, and then bitch about taxes, and then assault us with
clowns, vomit, and pass out on stage?”
Fizzarolli laughed. “So
worth it!”
Behind a streetlight
post, a horned figure with glasses spied on the imp duo. The streetlight
flickered ominously as the shadow darted off.
Fizzarolli sighed.
“Blitzo, do you think I could win if I worked really hard?”
“I think…” Blitzo began
and smiled. “I think if anyone’s gonna be the new clown face on everything…”
He rubbed Fizzarolli’s
face affectionally with his fist and laughed. “…it’ll be you, Fizz.” Fizzarolli
smiled.
“Holy shit, you’re
Fizzarolli!” cried a voice in front of them. Blitzo and Fizzarolli stopped
short with surprised expressions. “Oh MAN! Your stuff is great!”
A red streetlight shone
on a tall lanky imp wearing a green shirt, black pants, and square glasses. He
had white hair and a beard stubble. His name was Arick “Burnie” Burnz a.k.a.
“Creepzo”.
Fizzarolli took a step
back. He laughed nervously with a wave. “Oh h-hey there. Thank you, I
appreciate that.”
Blitzo and Fizzarolli
began to walk away, but the avid fan rushed forward to block their path.
“Whoa…oh…okay…”
Fizzarolli breathed, hands up.
“After seeing your
shows, I wanted to get into clown performing, too!” Creepzo exclaimed. “I’m
really good!”
Fizzarolli chuckled
awkwardly and walked toward him. Blitzo glared, arms folded.
“Hey, aren’t you that
creep who’s always trying to sniff around our dressing rooms?” Blitzo asked in
suspicion.
Creepzo grabbed
Fizzarolli’s wrist, hard. “I have the best idea for a duo performance between
us, that should spice up your act.” He pulled Fizzarolli to his chest, showing
a sharp-toothed yellow grin. “Picture this: we start it like a romantic
ballroom dance or a…”
“Dude, weird fuckin’
pitch! Fuck off!” Blitzo yelled.
Creepzo gripped
Fizzarolli’s wrist harder. “I was talking to the clown, asshole!” He spun
Fizzarolli around in a twisted dance. “I’m sorry Fizzie, I’m not normally so
aggressive, I promise. I’ve just waited my whole life for an opportunity like
this!” Fizzarolli froze in fear, his face reflected in Creepzo’s glasses. He
continued. “With your fame, and my raw undiscovered talent, I know we can…”
“Hey shit-dick, beat it
now, or I’ll make ya swallow your fangs!” Blitzo yelled, raising a finger and
fist at Creepzo and walking forward.
Creepzo then turned to
gaslighting. “Fizz! You don’t want me to leave, right? Tell him you don’t want
me to go!”
Fizzarolli’s eyes darted
around. “I-um…” Gathering courage, he pulled his wrist from Creepzo’s grip. “We
have to go now! Thanks, though!” Blitzo gave Creepzo a shove as he followed
Fizzarolli.
Creepzo dramatically
crouched under the red streetlight. “Eugh! Fizz! FIZZAROLLI!” He spread out his
arms.
Fizzarolli briefly
looked back, before walking with Blitzo.
“Fine! Fuck you!”
Creepzo spat. “You think you’re better than me, you elitist prick? Your act’s
fucking trash anyways!”
“Cheeeese and hot sauce,
Fizz,” Blitzo interrupted. “Your fans are something else.”
“What if my acts are
trash? What if I’m never good enough?” Tears formed in Fizzarolli’s eyes.
“Hey, hey, don’t let one
asshole get to you, ‘kay?” Blitzo said. “You’re, you’re plenty good enough.”
“But I have to be
perfect,” Fizzarolli said.
Blitzo groaned. “Do
you?”
Fizzarolli walked
assertively. “I’ll just have to keep practicing, and someday, maybe, I’ll be
good enough for Mammon.”
0 0 0
Mammon appeared on a TV
commercial, wearing a green jester outfit with dollar sign tinsels on his hat.
His eyes glowed yellow and his face appeared in confetti.
“It’s me, Mammon! And
I’m here to announce the amazing new brand: Fizzie!”
Under a spotlight,
Fizzarolli posed in his colorful jester outfit as confetti and dollar sign
confetti sprinkled around him. There was a sound effect of children cheering.
“We got a Fizzie for
every occasion!” announced Mammon. “We got fluffy toy Fizzie…”
The ad showed a
Fizzarolli toy being stepped on.
“Fireman Fizzie…”
A Fizzarolli robot
seductively posed lying down in a fireman suit, holding a hose that sprayed
water onto the floor in an arc.
“Therapist Fizzie…”
The next clip showed an
incubus in a business outfit sobbing on a green couch chair as a Fizzarolli
robot wore glasses and took notes on a clipboard.
“Wait in line for you,
Fizzie.”
Another Fizzarolli robot
held two big grocery bags in his hands as he stepped in line, wearing heart
sunglasses. The grocery bags read “Hellmart” on them with pentagram logos.
“Doctor Fizzie…beeps
every time it senses cancer!”
A Fizzarolli robot
beeped in a white doctor’s outfit as he scanned a concerned male imp in a
hospital gown sitting on a table. The scanner turned red and read “LOL, RIP.”
“Fat Fizzie, skinny
Fizzie…”
A Fizzarolli robot blew
up like a balloon before going skinny.
“So many Fizzies!”
A pile of Fizzarolli
toys grew as Mammon sat on top.
Mammon added. “And if
you wanna fuck ‘em, YOU CAN!” “YOU CAN FUCK THEM!” appeared in green letters
along with “Dishwasher safe.”
“We got Fizzies for the
kids…”
A dog kid and a goat kid
were pulling on a Fizzarolli toy’s robotic arms and hat as they fought over it.
“Fizzies for the teens…”
A teenage imp wearing
glasses sat at a desk with computers and sat on another Fizzarolli robot. The
Fizzarolli robot gave a thumbs up.
“…and Fizzies for you
sick fucking degenerate adults!”
A succubus with hearts
in her eyes, a fat female imp and a purple male demon wearing glasses kissed
and hugged a smiling Fizzarolli robot. The robot made a gesture with its hands
of a penis going into a vagina.
“We got ‘em all!” called
Mammon as his smiling face appeared again with a purple background. The
advertisement description appeared on the screen. “69.99! ORDER NOW!!! NO
REFUNDS! IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, IT’S YOUR FAULT!”
“All based on my new
face, Fizzieeee!”
He pulled the real
Fizzarolli close to him. Sweat appeared on Fizzarolli’s face and he grinned
nervously.
“That’s me!” Fizzarolli
pointed to himself and laughed uncomfortably.
They posed in front of a
large “BUY” word which was green and decorated with yellow round theater
lights. Mammon did rocker signs with his four hands as fireworks of pink, teal
and purple appeared on the screen. “Buy yours now! Do it!” The ad ended with Mammon
disappearing in a cloud of green smoke, confetti, and gold dollar signs.
“Oh fuck, Mammon
is gonna notice that!” Fizzarolli cried in fear. He stared at himself in a
large mirror and wore a yellow house robe with a pink scarf that had red hearts
on it. A white heart inside a pink heart was on his forehead. A lighter-striped
jester hat covered his horns. The mirror was decorated with round theater
lights and a pink frame with hearts on them. The drawers also had pink heart
designs and a large lavender heart was on the back of the long chair.
Lipsticks, makeup, foundations, perfumes, and other products filled the desk in
front of Fizzarolli. The vanity area also had a fancy heart-themed tent over
it.
“Ozzie! Where did my
foundation go?!” Fizzarolli panicked as he picked up various bottles. He was in
Asmodeus’ palace in one of the elegant spacious rooms.
Asmodeus stared at
Fizzarolli from behind, looking concerned. He put his hand on his hip. “This is
the tenth year in a row you’ve done this stupid pageant, Froggie. And you win
every time!” He folded his arms. “How come you’re always so dead set on this?”
Fizzarolli held his head
with clenched hands. “I wanna make Mammon proud, okay? He’s…really passionate
about the craft of clown. He expects perfection, so I-I gotta be perfect.”
Asmodeus walked over and
chuckled. “Fizz, you ain’t perfect! Nobody is!” He put a hand on Fizzarolli’s
shoulder and gave him a playful poke on his face. “How aboooout, you sit
this one out and let someone else take the spotlight?” He spread out his arms.
“You deserve a break. Or a vacation where you don’t have to…fend off creeps the
entire time.”
Fizzarolli scoffed. “I
had to fend off creeps before the robots. I just have thirstier ones,
now. Besides, I…just have to do this!”
“Lemme rephrase,” said
Asmodeus, annoyed. “I don’t like how many creeps you have now, thanks to
Mammon. And I don’t like designing sex toys with your likeness for him!
Pretty sure you feel the same.”
Fizzarolli did secretly
feel that way. His eyes glanced around. At the same time, he didn’t want to
drag Asmodeus into his problems.
He looked back at
Asmodeus. “I just don’t think about it, a toy is a toy!”
He looked away. “Look,
Ozz, I’m fine.” He looked back. “Working for Mammon is a big deal to me. He’s
been my idol since I was five, I can’t just…not compete! I’d be letting him
down! Th-the fans down!”
Asmodeus leaned forward,
jabbing a finger. “Mammon can eat my ass! In a bad way. Fizz, I’ve known that
guy since the start of Hell and He. Fucking. Sucks! Always has! He doesn’t even
do clown shit anymore.”
Fizzarolli glanced
downward. Could Asmodeus be right?
Asmodeus looked at
Fizzarolli and sighed…some teal-blue flames came out of his mouth and vanished.
He held a purple striped foundation bottle for Fizzarolli. “I just don’t want
you doing all this for someone’s approval.” Asmodeus looked at his partner
sadly and added, “Sometimes heroes let you down.”
Fizzarolli grinned and
took the bottle. He opened it and puffed foundation onto his head, getting rid
of a dark spot.
“I know, Ozz, but this
i-is for me,” he stuttered. “I don’t wanna lose.”
Knowing that he wasn’t
going to convince Fizzarolli to change his mind, Asmodeus gave him a last sad
look. He put a finger to his chin and departed to another room…he suddenly had
an idea.
Meanwhile, back at his
apartment, Blitzo sat on his worn striped couch, eating cereal with a spoon
from a bowl. A bag of chips – “plain ass flavor,” was on the floor, next to two
bowls and more chips. Another red bag of chips read “spicy” on it, and a plate
of Swiss cheese was on one of the couch arms. Blitzo chewed furiously as his
cellphone rang. His cellphone cover read “Ride me” on it as he picked it up.
“Yello?” he asked, mouth full.
Asmodeus peered at
Fizzarolli from behind the curtains. “Is this…Fizz’s former bestie, then
lifelong enemy, then recent hero, now newly rekindled sort of friend, Blitz?”
“Ehh, that is a weird
way to put it, but eeyup that’s me.”
“This is Asmodeus.”
Blitzo’s eyes went wide.
“Oh shit, the big Ozz himself! Heh, is there a reason you’re calling me on the
weekend your sin-sinness? Sinfulness? Sin…royal big man?”
“You’ve lived rent free
in Fizz’s head for years, so I can’t help but feel he values your take on
things.”
Blitzo watched two
cartoon ponies fall in love and kiss on TV. He was like a kid enjoying a
Saturday morning cartoon. “Yeah, I was the one who usually had the stronger
opinions. Yeah like, like one time, he tried convincing me that juggling was
cool, but it’s only a little cool at best.”
Asmodeus continued,
walking down the hall near blue walls with gear designs. “Look, he’s dead set
on re-entering Greed’s yearly clown pageant.”
“Wow, big fucking
surprise there,” Blitzo said sarcastically.
“I was hoping to have
some…backup in convincing him that this thing is a waste of time.”
Blitzo happily ate his
Swiss cheese after pouring hot sauce on it. He swallowed it whole, then asked.
“What? Why? Doesn’t he always win?”
Asmodeus growled.
“’Cause Mammon is a selfish, manipulative piece of shit! And Fizz…doesn’t
listen to me when I try to tell him that.”
“Well, my special skills
are killing things without giving fucks, and pointing out people’s flaaaws…” He
beamed. “Alright, count me in!” Asmodeus smiled.
0 0 0
A huge crowd gathered
near Mammon’s stadium, excited to see the stars of the show. The show was
taking place in the same spot that Mammon’s concert had been held: around the
parts of an old ship. Two large circus tents had black and red stripes and
glowing yellow spider-web designs on them. The flags on top were part orang and
part green. There were smaller tents nearby that sold popcorn, drinks, and
other concessions. The main tent was decorated with strings of light, orange,
and blue flags. It displayed a glowing sign that read “Mammon Theatre” in green
letters, the gold border designed like Mammon’s jester logo with purple eyes.
Mammon’s large green sigil glowed on the ground underneath the tent. A long red
carpet led to the tent entrance.
Cameras flashed as a
black limo decorated with blue flame designs on the side rolled up.
“Hup-hup-hey!”
Fizzarolli did a roll out of the limo and posed with his arms in the air.
Confetti rained down on the jester as Asmodeus appeared next to Fizzarolli from
a teal ball of fire. Asmodeus waved, dressed in a purple suit with vertical red
stripes. Fizzarolli wore his usual jester outfit, with a puffy white collar and
a striped jester hat with red on one side and light blue on the other. The
front was red and dress-shaped, decorated with yellow hearts on the bottom.
Three black tassels hung from his neck with yellow bells on the ends. Large
bells hung from the end of his hat. The heart on his forehead was teal, black,
and red.
“Fuck!” Blitzo fell flat
on his face on the carpet. Yet again, he was playing the role of a bodyguard in
Hell.
“We love you, Fizz!”
yelled the crowd. “Yeah, baby, yeah!” Fizzarolli smiled and waved as he made
his way down.
Blitzo stood up and
brushed himself off, wearing a tattered black suit and dark sunglasses. He ran
to catch up. “Wow, I have not been to a crowd event in years.” He held out his
pistol with teeth as part of the design.
Fizzarolli glared at
him. “Can you remind me why you’re here, again?”
“I…uhh…invited him,”
Asmodeus mentioned, as Blitzo pointed his gun and ran off. He leaned down and
whispered, “To help you, with extra security. You know your fans. Since I can’t
be with you, I felt he’d be the next best thing.”
“He’d be the next
best thing?” Fizzarolli flinched in disgust.
“Well, he kept you safe
when I wasn’t able to, so I trust that.”
An angry Blitzo pressed
his double-barrel weapon near the cheek of an imp boy fan who were cheering “Yes!”
He and a girl imp were wearing green. Asmodeus laughed nervously.
Fizzarolli grumbled in
suspicion, assuming Asmodeus’ and Blitzo’s behaviors were quite odd. “Mmm-hmm.
L’il sus, babe.”
Asmodeus frowned before
he and Blitzo accidentally bumped into each other. They briefly nodded before
Asmodeus flew away to the sky in a teal comet of flames.
“You’re doing an awesome
job, Fizzarolli!” cheered the crowd heartedly. Fizzarolli forced a wide grin as
he waved. Blitzo appeared by his side.
“Come on, it’s just like
old times,” Blitzo mentioned. “I’ll make sure no one gives you shit, today.”
“You mean besides you?”
Fizzarolli retorted.
Before Blitzo could
respond, the ground shook and the ruler of Greed himself appeared in a blast of
green smoke. He was dressed in a large green jester outfit, with a jester hat
with gold dollar signs dangling down. The outfit was black and green, with
diamonds on it with gold trim. The black part on his jester hat looked like a
crown. He carried a green and gold cane with a green dollar sign on it. He put
two fingers on his cheeks and grinned. He also had black pointed boots and striped,
green pants.
“Aaay, there he is!”
He gripped Fizzarolli’s
chin with a thick white hand. “Now how’s my bright, shiny, brand baby doing?”
He squeezed Fizzarolli’s cheeks and shook him hard. “Ready to reclaim your win
another year? Yeah?” He towered over Fizzarolli, eyes glowing green.
Fizzarolli answered, his
voice muffled, “You know it, Mammon, sir.”
“Goood, cause, you
know…” he bent down to look at Fizzarolli’s face. “I saw your competition, and
it’s pretty stiff, right? You are gonna have to try extra-hard like-fixin’ that
posture. Not gonna lie, you’re looking a bit chungo, yeah?” He waved his arm
near Fizzarolli’s belly. “Maybe lose a few so we don’t gotta make any more
adjustments to the Fizzies. People like ‘em skinny as FUCK.”
Blitzo hid his weapon
away, took off his sunglasses and seethed at Mammon talking down to his friend.
“Oh, right, sir. Of
course! I’ll work on that,” Fizzarolli stuttered.
“What?!” Blitzo spat.
“Oh. And who’s this
dumpster-diver ya got here with ya?” Mammon asked, glaring at Blitzo.
Blitzo stormed over to
Mammon. “Hi, yes, nice to meet you, I’m the one who saw through your fake-ass
bullshit from the day I had to spend all my savings on the shit covered dick
show you called a performance. Thanks for that, by the way.”
Fizzarolli laughed
nervously. “Haha-ha-ignore him, sir. He’s uh-he’s like this all the time. He
thinks he’s funny.”
“Offended,” Blitzo
glowered.
“Riight, yeah. You can
shut you (HONK) ass mouth, boy,” Mammon shot at Blitzo. He turned to Fizzarolli
and spread his arms. “I’ll see you on stage! And don’t forget to fucking smile,
Fizzarolli.” He shook him hard, gripping his arms as Fizzarolli did a nervous
salute.
“The smile is the face
people like to seeeee from you!” He grinned and Fizzarolli forced a grin of his
own. Mammon vanished in a cloud of green smoke and gold dollar signs.
“Wow, that guy sucks so
hard,” Blitzo glared.
“Look, Blitz,”
Fizzarolli barked. “I don’t know why Ozz brought you here, but can you at least
not talk back to my boss?! I need this gig!”
“Why?” Blitzo asked.
“Don’t you have the world’s best sugar daddy?”
Fizzarolli was
incredibly lucky to have a partner like Asmodeus in his life. But now that he
was back in Greed with the spotlight on him again, he could think of nothing
else but winning the contest and pleasing Mammon…if only to avoid failure and
abuse…
“I just need it, okay?!”
Fizzarolli yelled, then sighed and turned away. He put his hand to his forehead
then stood and took a deep breath. “Smile inside and out,” he told himself. He
knew deep down that Blitzo had been right about his obsessive, damaging need to
be perfect, but that didn’t matter now.
Fizzarolli waved and
walked down the carpet as the crowd cheered, “We love you, Fizz!”
“Ready for another win,
Fizz?” asked the crowd.
“Oh, pfft, well,”
Fizzarolli began. “I don’t wanna assume, but as always, I have an act that’s
without a doubt gonna…”
“Fucking lose!” called
two female voices.
A tall slender lionfish-like
woman walked over and flipped back her long black and green hair, her skin a
tanish-green. She had long black leggings with green diamonds on one side and a
green stripe on the other side. She had a neon green short skirt with jester
tassels on her waist. Her gloves were neon green, and her black sleeves had
green dots on one side. Her dark green crop top with an upside-down heart at
the top, revealed her belly. Her hair was black with green spiky highlights on
the top and green diamonds on the outside. Thin tan horns with black tips
jutted straight up from her head. Around her glowing grey/blue eyes were black
eyelashes decorated like the jester tassels and bells on her skirt.
The other twin woman
posed beside the first, wearing matching black leggings with green diamonds and
a green stripe. She wore a short dress, light green on the top with a dark
green pointed design on the bottom. Her crop top and long sleeves were black
and on the top was a small green puff ball. She had fingerless gloves on and a
black collar around her neck. Her long hair in a ponytail was light green on
the outside with a black stripe and black dots and dark green on the inside
with spiky bangs. The light green hair at the top of her head resembled
lionfish scales, as did her eyelashes of neon green fins with black trim around
her glowing grey-blue eyes. Black crosses went through her eyes as part of the
design.
The first twin was Glam
and the second was Glitz, the two fish twin performers from the Envy Ring. They
posed and with a gasp, the crowd cheered.
“Oooh, fun,” Fizzarolli
began, unsure. “You gals gonna be competing as well? That’s really nice.”
“You can shut up now,
you fugly imp,” mocked Glitz with a sharp-toothed grin.
“Yeah, see we didn’t
come to chat, we came to win,” Glam added. They circled each other and posed
again.
“Wow what attractive
attitudes you got,” Fizzarolli sarcastically remarked, hands on his hips.
“Like we care what your
opinion is Fizza…ah…” Glitz began, trying to come up with an insult.
“…rotty!” Glam laughed.
Glitz stomped her foot
at her sister. “Shut up, I was thinking of one!”
“Should’ve been faster,”
Glam remarked as the two twins stood back-to-back, arms folded.
“Whore!” Glitz spat.
“Slow-ass bitch!” Glam
fired back.
“You know it’s pretty
telling that you snatches can’t even keep your stupid mirror schtick together,”
Blitzo deadpanned, standing by Fizzarolli. He put out his fingers in an “L”
loser gesture. “It ain’t cute.” The twins sort of reminded Blitzo of the snotty
suburban lady from Envy he had met in the Sloth Ring hospital.
“We don’t need to,”
replied Glitz as the two women both turned to their sides and put out their
hands at the same time.
“We put our energy
towards our performance,” added Glam. They swirled around each other in
seductive sways.
“And winning Mammon’s
favor,” bragged Glitz.
Fizzarolli did a
strained grin. “Oh well. I look forward to seeing what you do, and may the best
clown w…”
“We plan to!”
interrupted the twins who laughed maliciously. Glam flipped them the bird as
Glitz laughed maliciously. The sisters strutted away between the imps.
“…win,” Fizzarolli
somberly finished.
Blitzo growled, folding
his arms with his sunglasses back on. “Aw man, I didn’t give a rat’s ass about
this competition, but Christ on a stick, Fizz, pile drive those sluts!”
Fizzarolli grew more
pressured and nervous as the circus music began. It was showtime!
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Part
Two: The Contest
The stage was located
inside an old ship…the opening looked like a giant mouth with sharp teeth.
Strings of lights and orange and blue flags were hung all around for
decoration. A glowing green spider web held it all together.
“We’ve certainly got
some quality up here tonight, folks,” called the announcer.
Seven spotlights shone on Fizzarolli, the Glam Sisters, a succubus with a green
clown wig and green overalls, a fat clown imp in white, a thin green clown with
a white face, and a fat clown with orange hair.
The announcer called,
“Will Mr. Ten Years Running come out on top? Or is it time for fresh meat?”
Like a giant spider
eager to catch prey, Mammon lounged on his green glowing spider web, flanked by
two female jester robots with glowing teal eyes. Their jester caps and outfits
were black, green, and yellow, also decorated with dollar signs. One was fanning
Mammon while the other held a bowl of chicken legs. Mammon ripped into a
chicken leg in his hands and chewed with excitement. A green lollipop with
horns, a hamburger, blue cotton candy, a cupcake, and a spilled bag of popcorn
were stuck on his spider web.
A song described the
exciting contest.
“Juggling, it’s
objectively cool.
Our returning champ is
nobody’s fool!”
Fizzarolli smiled as he
rode a unicycle with a pink pentagram design on the wheel. He rapidly juggled
five balls under the spotlight and the balls then bounced off his head.
Mammon’s sigil cast a neon green light in the background.
“But what’s this?
The twins bring it up to
the wire!
Also, they’re on fire!
Points for style!
(Points for style)”
Balancing on a high
wire, Glitz and Glam posed on their own pentagram unicycle. Glam rode the
unicycle and held up Glitz who posed upside down on her sister’s hands, while
juggling balls with her feet. Glitz lowered the balls for Glam to balance on
her knee. They both glowed with white-teal flames, a dazzling pyrotechnic
effect. Glitz spread out her legs and then bent down to grin with Glam as they
got points.
“The crowd goes wild!
(Crowd goes wild)”
The scoreboard showed
Glitz and Glam at 123 points, Fizzarolli at 115 points, Kevin at 13 points and
Frank at 3 points.
“It’s the pie gag and
the twins want a taste.
But what’s this?
It’s Fizz in the face!”
The twins were about to
throw white pies with cherries on top into their faces. They swayed their hips
and grinned, holding hands. They wore identical dark green suits, Glitz with a
right-side up heart and Glam with an upside-down heart on her suit. They wore
bunny ears over their horns, Glitz’s were dark green with a little light green
and Glam’s were light green with a little dark green. Fizzarolli grinned as he
stepped between them, both pies comically hitting his face. The sisters fumed
as Fizzarolli headed over to a purple chair with a rainbow heart on it.
“He takes the cake, and
he eats it, too!
He’s hungry to win and
he’s covered in goo!”
Fizzarolli wore a yellow
top with two black hearts over the nipples, a small red heart, and an orange
bowtie. More cream pies were thrown at Fizzarolli, covering him in cream from
head to toe. Fizzarolli grinned and seductively posed as he kicked his leg in
the air, cream pie hitting the sisters on their heads.
“That’s points for
cream!
The crowd screams!”
The scores were now 375
for Fizzarolli, 327 for Glitz and Glam, 13 for Kevin and behind Kevin was
Frank. Kevin had 101, Frank had 103 and Pierrot had 3.
Then started the third
act.
“Ba-ba-ballons, he’s
pumping them out.
From where I’m sittin’,
you can hear the crowd.
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)”
Fizzarolli grinned as he
held eight balloons in his hands. He made a giant balloon face reminiscent of
Mammon. The white face had sharp teeth, red eyes, and a green flower-like mane.
More balloons floated.
“Not give a shit, ‘cuz
the twins are here!
They’re full of sin and
they’re here to win!”
The twins made a large,
two-layer crown made of gold-colored balloons. They both lifted it up and it
landed on the Mammon balloon head. An ecstatic greedy Mammon laughed and
pointed in approval.
Glitz and Glam and
Fizzarolli were now tied at a demonic 666 points! Kevin had 404, Frank at 103
and Pierrot at 3.
“Holy moly!
Things are not looking
good for Fizzarolli!”
The twins leered at
Fizzarolli, who grit his teeth nervously. Sweat fell down his face.
Four green spotlights
and two blue spotlights revealed Mammon who appeared from the air in green
smoke, rainbow confetti, and yellow dollar bill signs made of electricity.
“And now you (HONK) we
are down to our clownly finalists!” he yelled as he grabbed the microphone. He
lifted the microphone stand in the air with a pose as green firework sparks
ejected from the stage. “GRAND FINALE” glowed in bold yellow letters on an
overhead screen. A nude pink succubus was sitting on the head of an imp,
squeezing his face. Her breasts were painted with green dollar signs. She wore
green striped clown caps over her horns with dollar sign bells on the ends. She
held a sign that read “CHARGE ME, MAMMON! 6669-966966 – 69996.” Her eyes caught
on green fire as she stared into the light and fell off the imp.
Mammon continued. “My
very own pride and joy, the marketable son I never had, Fizzarolli!”
He lifted up Fizzarolli
from his neck with his arm, patting his face with a hand. Fizzarolli forced a
big grin and a small wave from up on the screen.
“And the surprisingly
funny women act that made me reflect on my earlier statements…”
Fizzarolli rubbed his
behind as Mammon rushed over to the sisters.
“…the Glam Sisters!” The
two sisters posed, fingers pointing out in gun-like gestures and revealed evil
grins toward Fizzarolli. Mammon roughly pulled Fizzarolli to the front of the
stage by his arm. The twins held hands.
“Now we’re gonna have a
quick meet and greet with our finalists!” Mammon announced before vanishing in
smoke and dollar bill signs again.
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Mammon made a “gimmie’
gesture with his black hand. “…so fork it over, kitties! You know it’s worth
it!”
He laughed manically as
he tossed bags of money into a bin with his logo on it. He kicked a bunch of
fans into the room. There were glowing green spider webs in the corner and the
ceiling had a design of glowing magenta diamond spider webs. Round strings of
lights and flags decorated the room from above. Fans lined up to hand Mammon
their bags of money to see the stars of the show. Mammon danced on his leg as
he took two bags of money with two of his hands and tossed them in his bin. A
white and gold treasure chest was also in the bin. An imp dressed as a clown
bowed to Mammon and handed him a pile of dollar bills. He kicked the fans some
more before glancing at his hand. He looked in disgust at a pile of dust, a
paperclip, a coin, and a stick of gum. He glared at a small imp boy with one of
his horns broken and wearing worn brown clothes and a worn magenta hat. He
smiled with wide admiring eyes. Mammon snapped his fingers and a paper bag
labeled “Poor sap” was placed on the boy’s head as he was taken away by a
muscular hellhound with clown makeup on his face.
A brown dog demon
wearing round glasses handed Mammon some money and walked inside.
The twins posed for the
cameras, Glam lifting up Glitz. Glitz posed on her side on her sister’s hand, making
a peace sign. They basked in the attention and spotlight.
Meanwhile, Fizzarolli
was nervously sneaking around behind a cardboard sign of him. Cardboard
Fizzarolli posed with a wink, holding a red duster with a seductive caption: “I
clean EVERY nook and cranny!” Nearby were crates of Fizzarolli themed
merchandise: a body pillow, “soop/soup” cans, an alarm clock, Industrial Grade,
a baseball cap with horns, a Fizzaropoly Monopoly board game, a jack-in the
box, soda, Piss in a Jar, Fizzarolli Funko-Pops and action figures, chips,
Fizzi-O’s cereal, magazines, and hot-sauce.
Mammon tossed in a
purple goat demon with bat wings and a candle on their head. He roughly pulled
in a pink succubus with a black skirt, a yellow shirt, and a pink tail with a
heart on the end.
Fizzarolli wandered over
to his boss and peered from behind the cardboard cutout.
“Hey Mammon, uh, I may
not be, uh…i-in the right headspace to interact with the fans right now.”
Fizzarolli stuttered. “Is it okay if I maybe skip the whole thing?”
“Psh, of course not,” Mammon turned around. He tossed four bags of money into
his bin.
“I just don’t think that
I’m really…”
Mammon shoved Fizzarolli
off to the side, putting a hand over the imp’s mouth.
“Aaaw, come on Fizzie,
my boy.” He patted Fizzarolli’s head with two hands. He then lifted him up and
gripped his arm, hard. “Don’t you wanna do this for your fans?” He shook
Fizzarolli and turned him around.
“Listen to them! They’re
dying to meet you!”
Hordes of imps, succubi,
and demons raced toward the gate, wearing green Mammon shirts. A giant dog
demon with hearts over its breasts roared in excitement behind the cheering
eager fans.
Mammon lowered
Fizzarolli. “Dying to see your little Fizzie face!” He jabbed him in the chest
and pulled him close. “You gotta make a good impression, mate. The better the
impression, the more they’ll want a piece of you they can take home and fuck!”
He gripped Fizzarolli’s head, leaning in uncomfortably close. “Don’t you want
that, Fizzie? To be fucked?!”
Fizzarolli stammered.
“Uh, I mean…no, not really, actually.”
Mammon posed with his
head up and did a dramatic frown. “Fizzie, I-I’m not gonna lie…”
He then gripped
Fizzarolli’s face, sharp yellow teeth bared, “I want that! So come on, just do
this one thing for me.”
“Okay, sir,” came
Fizzarolli’s muffled voice after Mammon squeezed his face against his own.
Mammon let go and did
rocker signs with his hands. “Aw, you’re a bloody legend, Fizzie!” He pulled
hard on Fizzarolli’s arms and swung him around. “They’re gonna wanna fuck you,
like you’re fucking my heart with joooy right now!” Fizzarolli could barely
breathe, he was being crushed by Mammon’s chest and arms. Mammon turned
Fizzarolli’s face again and stretched his lips. “Now get out there and make me
proud, you stupid little (HONK).”
Mammon vanished in green
smoke, causing Fizzarolli to cough.
“Wow, Fizz, you let him
talk to you like that?”
A stunned Fizzarolli
turned around to see Blitzo behind him. Blitzo was upside down attached to a
wire, wearing sunglasses, and holding a rifle. “You got some secret kink I
should know about of something?” He spun around in a slow circle with a
tattered red cape.
Fizzarolli folded his
arms and looked away. “It’s just how he is.”
“I mean shit, if he
talked to me that way,” Blitzo began.
“Ugh, it’s fine,”
Fizzarolli sighed in annoyance and stomped away.
Fizzarolli spread out
his arms and smiled nervously at the large fan group.
“Heya folks, where ya
from?”
Fizzarolli flinched as a pink muscular
succubus flashed her breasts at him. “Oh, Lust, love it there, obviously.” An orange goat demon with bat wings and an
orange candle on his head, smiled at Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli signed a card from
a dark orange goat. “Wet-Dreamsville! Hah! Best pharmacies in Hell!” Fizzarolli
signed a toy Fizzarolli from a brown dog boy with black and white striped
floppy ears and red and white eyes.
A tan muscular
dragon-demon wearing a yellow and black jester cap, grinned as Fizzarolli
signed his chest. “Ragesburg, Wrath,
well.”
Fizzarolli went up to a
fat, white-bearded cowboy imp. He spoke in a Southern accent, briefly putting a
piece of straw in his mouth. “Nice to meet cha, partner.” The cowboy spit.
Fizzarolli said, “Ha, ha, I don’t do accents! Fun!” He nervously ran off. More
fans lined up, a gray goat with a candle on his head, a succubus with a purple
bra, and a tan goat wearing a Mammon hoodie. He hugged the goat and the
succubus. “Ah, nice to meet you, too!”
Fizzarolli went up to
the front and spread out his arms with a bow. “Thank you so much for coming to
the show!” Mammon’s green sigil glowed behind him.
“Fizz! Fizz! Fizz!
Fizz!” chanted the crowd. “We love you, Fizz!”
Fizzarolli then gasped
softly as he spotted a cute little imp boy in line. He had white hair, a
pointed tail and wore a green Mammon shirt. He carried a pen and paper with
him. His horns were broken, reminding Fizzarolli of his own broken horns and
limbs. The boy did a small wave, then spoke with his hands in sign language.
“FIZZAROLLI! I’M A BIG
FAN!”
No longer nervous and
stressed, Fizzarolli felt his heart warm up.
“COME ON OVER HERE,”
he replied in sign.
The boy smiled with
excitement and raced over to Fizzarolli. With the pen, Fizzarolli signed the
boy’s paper and handed it to him.
“I WANT TO BE A CLOWN
JUST LIKE YOU,” signed the boy.
“YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU
WANT TO DO,” Fizzarolli smiled and signed back. He
tenderly placed a hand on the boy’s back and called to the crowd, “I hope
you’re excited for the biiiig finale!” The crowd applauded in response.
“Boo! Boo! Sellout piece
of shit!” yelled a voice.
Fizzarolli glanced
around nervously, before gently sending the boy on his way.
“Uh, wh-c-come again?”
he stuttered in confusion.
“Ugh, your act is such
fucking trash, always has been!”
To Fizzarolli’s horror,
the narcissistic Creepzo was crawling up to seethe at Fizzarolli from the back
of the crowd. He had his square glasses and wore a stained green shirt and
black pants.
“Except now,” he pointed
an accusing finger at Fizzarolli, “I have to see your smug face plastered on
everything, everywhere! And you can all read all about it on my review blog:
“fuck-Fizz-but-not-in-a-sexy-way.complainer.com.org.gov!”
He stumbled and fell
forward.
Fizzarolli stepped back
and chuckled nervously. “Heh, well anyway folks, heh.”
Creepzo clawed toward
Fizzarolli on the ground, bent red fingers like sharp claws. “You’re not even a
clown, anymore.” He stood up. “All you do is work at that overpriced, sleaze
joint, and then every year, you come back here to put us though the same old
tired routine.”
Blitzo seethed as he
looked through his gun’s telescope piece…he spotted Fizzarolli fearfully
stepping back from Creepzo, who inched toward Fizzarolli, fists clenched. “Is
there a single original idea in that head?” Creepzo asked.
Fizzarolli laughed
shakily as he backed up against the curtain. “I-uh-uh-uh…” Creepzo’s demonic
shadow towered over Fizzarolli, with glowing red eyes. “You fucking suck, and
so do your products. Your sex-bots can’t even get me off right, you know…”
Blitzo jumped in between
the imps, aiming his rifle at Creepzo’s chin in warning.
“What? Still think
you’re too good to even talk to me?” Creepzo spat. “Still gotta get this chump
to stand in for you? You’re fucking pathetic.”
“To think what we
could’ve been together if you hadn’t been too up your own ass to listen! Ugh!”
In Creepzo’s
imagination, he and Fizzarolli jumped for joy on a grassy hill with purple
flowers. The clouds were shaped like purple hearts. They held hands and gazed
at each other romantically. In another fantasy, Fizzarolli was dressed in a
dark purple slave suit, wearing a dog collar connected to a chain leash
attached to Creepzo’s waists. He smiled with his tongue out and held a golden
trophy with #1 on it to Creepzo, who was dressed like a king.
Blitzo aimed the barrel
in Creepzo’s mouth. “Yeah, one more word out of you, twat stan, imma blow your
head clean open in front of all these fucking kids.”
Fizzarolli
hyperventilated, clearly sacred of Creepzo and his insults. He gripped the
curtain and his fluffy white clown collar.
Creepzo laughed evilly
in response to Fizzarolli’s fear. Blitzo jabbed his face with his rifle,
sending him backwards and stumbling.
“You’re not done with
me, Fizzarolli,” swore the envious, vengeful Creepzo, rubbing his swollen cheek
and running off.
Fizzarolli collapsed to
the side and Blitzo caught him.
“Hey, hey, woah, woah,
you good?”
Fizzarolli let out a
startled scream as Mammon appeared from smoke again behind them. He swatted
Blitzo aside. “Yeah, mate? You alright, Fizz?”
Fizzarolli looked
fearfully into Mammon’s glowing eyes. His eyes narrowed and his mouth sneered.
As if to say, “You better not mess things up.”
Fizzarolli smiled
forcefully. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m-I’m fine, yeah, heh.”
Mammon’s eyes narrowed
before he declared, “Tell you what, I’ll let the hotties go on before ya, give
ya some time to get your shit together.” In a frightening moment, Mammon
gripped Fizzarolli’s face and spoke in a low voice. “Get your shit together,
Fizzie. You’re a bloody legend.” He grinned evilly, his sharp teeth giant
as six small glowing yellow eyes appeared on his forehead.
He then stood up and
spoke in his regular voice. “You’re a bloody legend, ya bitch!” He spun
Fizzarolli around and he twirled toward the stage side entrance. Four green
round lights decorated the open curtains.
“Oh shit, that guy got
to you, didn’t he?” Blitzo asked. “You know you don’t have to…”
Fizzarolli was too
stressed and scared to deal with Blitzo’s annoying attempts to stop him.
“I do, Blitz, I do.”
“Fucking, Hell, Fizz,
this is stupid. That clown shit is not this important.”
“This job is!”
Fizzarolli yelled in his face. “Without it, I’ll lose…”
“Everything!” the twin
sisters mocked from atop the stairs. They laughed evilly and backed away toward
the stage, glowing eyes flashing before vanishing.
“Seriously, that guy is
a fucking dick,” said Blitzo bluntly, as Fizzarolli somberly climbed the
stairs. “And he’s using you for everything cause you’re likeable, and he’s a
fucking trash fire.”
“No, he’s not!”
Fizzarolli yelled, not fully convinced. “He’s just trying to make me good
enough.”
“Good enough for what?!”
Blitzo deadpanned, holding his rifle, growing more concerned about his friend’s
wellbeing.
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The audience waited
eagerly for the next performance. A white-faced woman demon with horns and blue
hair that looked like octopus tentacles, smiled next to a green and white
dragon-like demon wearing a yellow shirt with a bone on it. Two little
dog-Hellhound demons ate popcorn together. A blue fish demon male held a
camera. A large brown dog wearing a baseball cap held a toy Fizzarolli in his
mouth, sitting next to a pink dragon lady wearing a black bra. A smug male imp
with a broken horn sat as his imp girlfriend kissed him on the cheek. Another
imp held a green sign with a dollar symbol, a large white muscular demon with
heart tattoos held a hamburger and a Mammon flag and an imp wearing a tank top
sat next to him. A yellow goat demon talked with a pink succubus wearing a
green dress with dollar signs on it. Next to an incubus with white braided hair
was a gray-skinned demon with thick hair, gold earrings, and an orange bandana.
She wore an upside-down cross necklace and was looking at her cell phone with a
green seashell on it.
The lights dimmed and
the audience grew excited.
Ta, ta-da-da, da,
ta-da-da, ta-da. Electronic pop music played as the stage
was bathed in teal, blue, and green light. Water fell in a column to the center
of the stage were a figure of a woman posed. She swayed her hips in a dance and
waved her long hair around. With her hair and her arms, the woman parted the
water, making it spill onto the stage floor. Two spotlights shone on Glam. In
the lights, her hair glowed black on top, dark blue in the middle and sea green
on the end of her ponytail. Her leggings with diamonds on them looked black on
one side and dark blue on the other. Her jester skirt was indigo, and her
upside-down heart crop top was black. Her gloves appeared indigo, and the top
bang of her hair had glowing dots and stripes of black and blue.
She walked through the
puddles of water, swaying her hips and swatting back her hair. She sang with
the alluring voice of a siren popstar, her eyes glowing.
“Get ready for the new look.
New rhythm and a new
hook”
In a puddle reflection,
she swayed seductively, moving her butt, and putting a finger to her lip.
“Not here to cuddle.
More like leave you in a
puddle.
Little double trouble
got ya boy shook.”
Glam splashed the water
and moved her arms in sync with Glitz, who revealed herself beside Glam in their
synchronized dance. They held hands up in the air and posed together. Glitz
also appeared green, blue, indigo, and black in the light, her bangs glowing
with black and teal stripes, glowing teal fin eyelashes, glowing dots on her
long indigo hair and flowing diamonds on her outfit.
Glitz leaped into the
air and called, “Ha ha! Here’s the stitch!”
The lighting changed to
a bold orange, purple, magenta and pink as the song shifted to a faster pace.
Glitz’s hair and outfit tuned red, pink, orange, and yellow. Lines of light
spread out as Glitz grinned, beginning her rap.
“Feed sin with ya taxes
Greedy greed wins where
the cash is.”
She made money gestures
with her fingers.
“Wanna sell my funny,
slutty body to the masses!”
The sisters moved their
butts against each other and Glam leaned down in a seductive pose, her long
tongue out and finger to her mouth. They swayed around each other in a circle
and posed as the crowd cheered. Water ejected out from the stage, shooting toward
the sky.
Glitz and Glam then sang
together, synchronizing their dances and twirling their hair.
“Feelin’ lonely on a
Saturday night
Well money can’t buy
happiness
But it can rent you paradise.”
The lighting changed
again, this time to a deep purple. Glitz and Glam turned neon teal, deep blue
and purple, slowly lifting into the air, trailing water from their feet. They
slowly twirled around each other gracefully as they sang.
“Give in to temptation.
Take your time, I’ll be patient.
Be my little piggy let
me
Scratch your dirty itch.”
“I’m a klown, bitch!” They
both sprouted large succubus-like bat wings that glowed teal and white. They
flew over the adoring crowd who were transfixed by their alluring song and
beauty.
“Fix up your frown,
bitch!” They flew and put their fingers to their mouths,
purple spider webs glowing in the background. Glitz and Glam then spun around
in circles Yin-Yang style at the center of the purple glowing spider web. “Gimmie
the crown, bitch!” They posed with their wings out again as the crowd
danced and swayed to the pink moving lights and the gushing water. They sneered
at Fizzarolli.
“You hear that sound?
You’re goin’ down!”
Fizzarolli ran away in
tears from his mocking competitors, Blitzo glancing back at his friend in
concern.
“Cause I’m a klown, bitch!”
Glam added: “Special occasions,
splurge on the urge to go make a mistake.”
Glitz added: “Give
you a birthday reward if you can afford all this cake.”
Glam added: “Dollar
by dollar you got me romance and lovin’ is fake.”
Glitz added: “Max out
your expense account, you’re paying for a…”
They both sang: “…klown,
bitch!”
Glitz harmonized (“I’m
a klown, bitch, imma klown bitch, yeah!)
“Fix up your frown,
bitch!”
Glitz: (“Fix up your
frown, bitch! Fix ya frown, bitch!”)
“Gimmie the crown,
bitch!”
(“Gimmie the crown,
bitch! Gimmie that!”)
“You hear that sound
You’re goin’ down
(Yeah)
‘Cause
I’m a klown, bitch!”
Glitz laughed manically.
(“Oh”)
“Gimmie the crown,
bitch!”
Glitz added an (“Ooh”)
and laughed again.
“‘Cause I’m a klown,
bitch!”
The sisters sat on each
other’s laps as water gushed down on them. They flipped back their wet hair,
letting their hair fall naturally in an alluring style. They grinned evilly, their
sharp teeth glowing teal in the darkness.
0 0 0
Part
Three: The Revolution
Fizzarolli breathed
heavily and slammed the door to his darkened dressing room. He leaned back
against the door, staring at his frightened face in the mirror. His mirror had
the design of Mammon’s giant green jester face with a dozen sharp teeth
surrounding the borders. A picture of Mammon’s grinning face with “<3 you
cunt!” was taped to the mirror. The lights on the sharp teeth blinked on. On
the vanity desk stood bottles and makeup products. A Mammon poster hung on the
wall of Mammon posing in the air with his guitar and a microphone. Fizzarolli
was holding Mammon’s feet in his hands, blue-teal flames shooting off the
stage.
Fizzarolli ran up to the
mirror.
“O-kay, Fizz, you can do
this.” He placed a hand over his heart. “You can do this. You can do this.”
He wiped his forehead.
“It’s okay, it’s fine. You gave a show to do soon, it’s fine.”
Fizzarolli then gasped.
“Oh-oh no, oh no, no, no, no.”
He frantically swirled a
brush into some cream and dabbed at his face to cover up the dark spots on his
forehead. “No, no…” Piles of Fizzarolli merchandise, including a body pillow,
the Fizzarolli Monopoly game and hot sauce littered the room. The merchandise
covered a small couch and a fun-house mirror stood off to the side. Circus
flags and lights decorated the ceiling. There was a fluffy fashion scarf on a
stand and a three-headed Venus fly trap plant in the corner. The wallpaper was
green with figures of Mammon on it.
His hands shook and he
breathed rapidly. He then slowed down a bot as he glanced at a purple and
lavender heart in his hands with “OZ” written on it in teal letters. He opened
it up, revealing a small heart mirror.
“It’s okay, you’re fine,
you need to be fine.”
“Fizz! Are you okay?”
called a familiar voice from behind him.
Fizzarolli turned around
in shock to see Asmodeus peering inside. Fizzarolli turned around. “Why does
everyone keep asking me that?!” He sat down, dabbing his face. “You shouldn’t
be here, Asmodeus! I’m fine, please!”
Asmodeus struggled to
fit his large body through the door. Annoyed, he snapped his fingers and
teleported behind his lover.
“Froggie,” Asmodeus
breathed, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Fizzarolli held up his
hands and moved out of his grip. “I’m fine! I’m fine! Just needed a minute!”
Asmodeus tried to steady
Fizzarolli. “You aren’t okay, you’re shaking.” He pulled down his arm.
“Ozz, I’m about to go on
for the finale, I need some time to mentally prepare.” He stood up and walked
around his room. A poster on the wall advertised a “never stain Fizzy Scarf,
it’s so washable, cum will never stick to it.” Fizzarolli juggled dildos in a
“New dildo juggling update” on another poster. Another poster advertised
“Fizzarolli clown juice.” A large Fizzarolli doll sat off to the side.
Asmodeus sighed and put
a hand to his forehead. “Fizz, come on! I’m trying to talk to you, you can’t
force yourself to…”
“Ozz,” Fizzarolli
interrupted, “I have to do this. This could be my last chance to prove that I’m
still good at this. That it’s not over! That I’m still good enough!”
He stared at the Mammon
concert poster. “It’s not just Mammon. I’m fine. I just…need to be better.”
“You think you need to
be this perfect, model performer…” Asmodeus began as Fizzarolli stomped to the
vanity mirror, “…but that’s because Mammon is always forcing that image onto
you!”
Fizzarolli stared at
himself sadly. “But everything I have is because of Mammon. I have this life. I
have security. I have you.”
Asmodeus looked at
Fizzarolli sadly.
Fizzarolli said,
“Without Mammon, I wouldn’t be…I wouldn’t have…I just…I have to win this…”
“Fizzie,” said Asmodeus,
cupping his chin. He hated to see his cherished partner feel so broken and
stressed. He wanted Fizzarolli to know how precious their relationship was, how
it went beyond Mammon’s influence. Asmodeus knew that Fizzarolli wouldn’t live
forever, nor would he be his last lover. But he knew that in his immortal life,
Fizzarolli was one individual who brought such a unique passionate joy to it.
He wasn’t about to let
another ruler of Hell take that away from him.
Fizzarolli pulled
away. “I don’t want to lose. Because I
feel like if I lose this...” his voice choked. “…I lose you.”
Asmodeus scoffed. “How
would you lose me?” He placed two hands on Fizzarolli’s shoulders and gave him
a gentle shake. “Come on, Froggie.”
Fizzarolli stepped away.
“You’re with me because of who I am at my best! I’m barely worthy of working
with a King of Sin…”
Fizzarolli cried out as
he removed his jester cap… “cause THIS is who I am!” He revealed the broken
stubs of what was left of his imp horns. Tears welled in his eyes as he held
his cap. “Without all this, I’m just nothing, and Mammon made me this. I owe it
all to him.”
“Fizz, Mammon didn’t do
shit,” Asmodeus deadpanned. “You already were this.”
Fizzarolli slowly turned
to look at his partner.
“You’d be this no matter
what! You are the most inspiring demon I have ever known, and meeting you was
the best thing that ever happened to me. I adore your inventiveness, your
attitude, your resilience.”
“And…” Asmodeus added,
“You’re just the cutest little thing alive.” Asmodeus nuzzled Fizzarolli’s face
with his furry head and he laughed. They held hands and stared into each
other’s eyes.
“Also, you are a waaay
better performer than Mammon ever was, and thaaat’s just facts.” Fizzarolli
teared up and blushed at Asmodeus’ genuine compliments.
Fizzarolli had almost
forgotten how great he was at performing, with his mind locked on pleasing
Mammon, who always seemed so perfect and dominant.
Fizzarolli sighed and
closed his eyes with a somber expression, more tears falling. “It’s-it’s hard,
you know? T-to trust that. I-I just…”
Asmodeus wiped away
Fizzarolli’s tear with his finger.
“I love you so much,
Ozzie!” He smiled as he embraced Asmodeus in a hug.
“And I love you too,
Fizzarolli. And I would whether you win this bullshit or not.”
“Well, I kinda spent my
whole warmup having a panic attack, haha.”
Asmodeus smiled down at
Fizzarolli and began to sing.
“Crooked horn, crooked
grin
You’re a crooked horny,
freaky little joker.”
Asmodeus playfully snuck
up behind him before Fizzarolli answered in song,
“You’re a deadly Sin.”
He sadly walked away.
Asmodeus continued.
“And I don’t wanna hear
another goddamn word about
Win, win, win.”
Fizzarolli put his
jester cap back on over his horns as Asmodeus continued, walking toward
Fizzarolli.
“Oh, oh, oh, I think
you’re messy, but I’m messy, too,” Asmodeus sang as he
pulled Fizzarolli into a dance. Sunlight shone on a round pink rug with a
yellow heart in the center. The room appeared brighter as Fizzarolli and
Asmodeus danced to the music.
“No, no, no, I wouldn’t
clean a thing, when I ended up with you” Asmodeus sang as he
spun Fizzarolli around. Fizzarolli smiled as he danced and leaned close to
Asmodeus’ chest.
“I don’t know, you waste
your time on me,” Fizzarolli sang.
“Baby, all I got is
time,” Asmodeus mentioned.
“When there is so much
I’ll never be,” Fizzarolli sadly reached up in the air,
trying to grasp at his dreams. Asmodeus laughed.
“Holy shit, babe,”
Asmodeus sang as he and Fizzarolli held hands, fingers intertwining. “There’s
so much you can’t see.”
“What can’t I see?”
They sang together as
Asmodeus lifted Fizzarolli into the air.
“Oh, oh!”
“You’re a broken
record,” Asmodeus began. Fizzarolli did a cartwheel down to
the floor.
“Don’t ever shut your crooked
little lips,” sang Asmodeus as he carried Fizzarolli
before lowering him almost to the floor. Fizzarolli smirked and said, “What do
you want me to do with my lips? Heh-heh.”
They spun around
together and sang some more.
“Oh, oh, oh, you sure
are lucky.
You make my crooked
heart do
Freaky little flips.”
They touched each other’s
faces and leaned close. They stood still, staring deep into each other’s eyes.
“You make my crooked
heart do…” Asmodeus sang softly before finishing with “’Froggie’
little flips.” He nuzzled Fizzarolli’s head.
“Ribbit,” Fizzarolli
playfully responded. They both laughed and embraced. Fizzarolli was thankful to
have Asmodeus support him. Fizzarolli sighed happily, his eyes wide. They did
passionate French-kissing…everything was finally perfect.
“You’re gonna listen to
me now, BITCH!” roared Creepzo, who burst into the room, waving a dagger, and
rushing forward.
BANG!
One shot from a gun and
Creepzo’s head exploded off his body in black blood. The mirror cracked in two
and a bullet hole was in the wall. A stunned Fizzarolli and Asmodeus turned to
look at Blitzo who was standing in the doorway with his sniper rifle.
Blitzo removed his
sunglasses. “Oh, so you two are an item? Well congratulations you
fucking hypocrites.” He put them on again.
Just then, Fizzarolli
suddenly realized how he was going to do his big finale. Being with Asmodeus
had given him the courage to finally be himself…fully himself. Racing past his
friends, he went behind the curtains and got to work.
0 0 0
Meanwhile outside, the
audience was getting impatient, sad, and confused. On imp wearing a green
jester cap gasped with his arms out, next to a succubus holding a Fizzarolli
action figure. A green demon stood next to her. An imp with clown makeup on her
face sadly clenched a clown horn, making it toot.
“Uuh, d-don’t worry,
folks,” Mammon announced nervously, peering from behind the curtain. “I-I’m
sure Fizzarolli will be out soon with a grand fucking performance.”
Mammon did rocker signs
with his four hands before blue smoke emerged from an explosion from behind
him. The crowd roared, clapped, and cheered as Fizzarolli’s performance began.
A puzzled Mammon soon grinned before teleporting back onto his green glowing
spider web between the jester female bots.
On the set was what
appeared to be an old dimly lit office, lit only by a round teal light. A
figure sat with boots propped up on the desk. The teal glow of a cigarette end
lit up…Fizzarolli took a slow drag and smoke floated away. Fizzarolli lounged
in an office chair as a ceiling fan slowly spun overhead. A mug and papers were
on his desk. Dramatic French-style music started as Fizzarolli somberly sang.
“I have wasted time.
I have seen my use.”
He put out his cigarette
on his desk.
“I have packaged and
sold every part of me!
Suffered a lifetime of
abuse.”
Four pictures showed
Fizzarolli’s brutal history with Mammon. The first one showed Fizzarolli riding
on a unicycle, smiling nervously, and juggling a torch with green flames,
chainsaws, sharp throwing stars and lit bombs. A smiling Mammon was tossing up
the dangerous items to Fizzarolli.
The second one showed
Fizzarolli tied to a scale with Mammon measuring him. “Heavy!” was typed in red
on a screen and a red light glowed on top of the scale. Mammon was scrutinizing
his already tiny waist.
The third picture showed
A frightened Fizzarolli dancing on stage, holding a cane in his hands. Mammon
was yelling into a megaphone with a dollar sign on it and holding a red sign
that read in yellow, “DANCE CLOWN BOY!!”
The fourth picture
showed a grinning blindfolded Mammon blindly throwing knives at Fizzarolli. He
leaned against a spinning wheel frozen in fear as several knives were stuck in
the wheel around him.
“I have lost myself.”
Fizzarolli made a show
of chugging down a bottle of beer in the dark and emptying it.
“I have worshipped at
your feet.”
Fizzarolli prostrated on
his knees at the dark figure of Mammon against the glowing green web. He then
stood up with a determined look on his face. A teal spotlight shown on
Fizzarolli.
“And here I am standing
on top of the world
With some bitches to
defeat!”
Fizzarolli grinned and
looked to the right as a spotlight blinded Glitz and Glam who flinched behind
the curtain. The sisters flipped him off before pulling the curtains closed.
The office set was wheeled off the stage.
“I’ve played the game,
I’ve won it all.
They’ve screamed my name…”
Fizzarolli mentioned to
the adoring crowd…an imp with square glasses, an imp couple, a hellhound woman
doing rocker signs…
“They bought the doll…”
Fizzarolli flinched as a
large grey canine demon pulled a Fizzarolli robot toy down to his crotch.
“I’ve seized the day.
Now I’ve got one thing
left to say-ay-ay…”
Fizzarolli grinned and
happily tore off his sleeves, revealing both his robotic arms. He no longer hid
his so-called disability.
“Fuck you!”
Fizzarolli lifted up both middle fingers as fireworks boomed over the stage. In
an orange explosion, “FUCK YOU” appeared in white letters. The whole area was
now brightened.
“Here’s my two minutes
notice, fuck you!”
Fizzarolli rolled,
twirled, and spun on a large teal ball with pink hearts on it. He flipped into
the air and revealed both middle fingers again as he fell back down. Pink
spider webs pulsed behind him.
He gracefully landed
back on the ball, doing acrobatic flips, and then balancing himself on a second
ball underneath the first, a pink one with teal stars on it.
“Time to quit and smell
the roses…”
He conjured a large
bouquet of pink roses and flowers in his hand.
“Say goodbye…”
He tossed the giant
bouquet into the crowd, several imps screaming and running as it fell on them.
He rolled on the balls some more.
“…While I look you in
the eye and say ‘fuck you!’”
He leaped off the ball,
spreading out his legs in midair before gracefully landing back down. He raised
his middle finger again as four jets of green fire ejected from the stage. The
crowd was delighted!
“Interesting song,”
Mammon muttered. “I wonder what fuckin’
this is about.”
“Fuckity, fuckity,
fuckity you!” Fizzarolli chanted.
Mammon held popcorn in
one of his hands. Three pink hearts swirled above his head, creating a flaming
portal. Asmodeus poked his head through and smirked at Mammon who was eating,
“It’s about you.”
“Wait, what?” Mammon
asked with his mouth full as Asmodeus disappeared.
“Fuck you!” Fizzarolli
continued.
“I have taken shit.”
Fizzarolli’s arms were
pulled by a glowing pink chain. A pink figure of Mammon yelled at Fizzarolli
and pointed off to the left. Pink mammon slapped Fizzarolli hard, and he
tumbled to the floor. Four teal horned demons held their heads back in a choir
around Fizzarolli.
“Been crushed under your
heel…”
A yellow and green
Mammon apparition grinned as he stomped on Fizzarolli. The real Mammon spat and
laughed out loud, pointing at Fizzarolli.
“I have suffered for
profit…”
The four teal demon
figures “ooohed” again in song before Fizzarolli’s limbs were tangled in
glowing green string like puppet strings. He was twirled around erratically in
the air under a yellow spotlight as figures of demons laughed.
“…And suckered for fame…”
“Made a fortune you
could steal…”
A Mammon shadow grinned
and spiraled to consume a green light.
“I’ve had enough!”
Fizzarolli broke free
from the shackles binding his hands and feet. He landed back down on stage. A
green spotlight was above Fizzarolli.
“I’ve hit the wall,
I’m tired of taking your
calls…”
He pulled out his
ringing cellphone with a “Queen Fizzy” cover on it and a yellow fluffy keychain.
The screen read “Incumming call: Master. (A picture of Mammon holding his long
striped tongue with two fingers.) Under two upside-down pentagrams it read
“PICK UP” and “PICK UP, YA CUNT.”
He tossed the phone
aside to the floor.
“It ends today.
Now there’s just one
last thing to say-ay-ay…”
Fizzarolli grinned as he
lit a match by striking it against his robotic arms.
“Fuck you!”
Fizzarolli drew in the
air and posed with outstretched arms as “Fuck You!” appeared in fiery cursive
above him.
“I wish I had said it
sooner, fuck you!”
Off to the side,
Asmodeus breathed teal fire onto a stick and tossed it to Fizzarolli.
Fizzarolli grinned as he tossed the baton through the air, both ends on fire.
He already felt love and confidence surging through him as Asmodeus’ sigil
glowed golden behind him on the curtains. He raised his middle finger again and
tossed the baton in the air.
“Cut you off, just like
a tumor!”
He spun around and posed
on his back; his shirt purposefully ripped. He stroked a finger up his stomach
and chest, making a seductive smirk. Asmodeus smiled as Fizzarolli skillfully
caught the flaming baton in his mouth.
“Hope you die!”
Fizzarolli made a
slicing motion with his finger over his throat, leaning his head back to mimic
his head being cut off. He twirled the baton in his other hand.
Then on the screen, he
playfully slapped his own ass.
“Kiss my ass goodbye,
you cuck, fuck you!”
Fizzarolli blew the teal
Lust Ring flames into the crowd. Asmodeus smiled from behind the curtains.
Fizzarolli jumped down
into the crowd and began a rap as circus music blared.
“Have you ever felt sick
and tired
Of doing the same shit
everyday with your anger brewin’
Eatin’ shit for a boss
that you’re sick of obeyin’
If you ever felt the
same, let me hear ya say it!”
He placed his arms
around an imp and a gray demon lady with a sharp tail. He poked a pink demon
lady on the nose. He smiled at an imp girl, then leaped over a giant dog. An
imp with male horns wearing a black mammon dress grinned at Fizzarolli. Imp
kids and teens admired him as he sang. He cupped his hands around a demon with
a fishhook in his nose and they smiled. Fizzarolli’s charisma was helping to
being demons from many Rings and cultures together. Fizzarolli flipped back
onto the stage as an ensemble supported him with the next lyrics.
“Did you really think I
was gonna stay?”
Fizzarolli swayed up a
flight of green stairs coming from the stage floor.
“Spending my life bent
over with your fist in my “a.”
Fizzarolli wiggled his
butt out and then raised a fist. The crowd clapped before briefly becoming
puzzled/disgusted.
“Slander me, say I’ll
never work in this town,” he sang as he raced to the top of
the green stairs. Two tall candles with green flames appeared and a purple
striped coffin rose from the ground. Green light shone from the coffin as
Fizzarolli jumped and posed on top.
“If I stick around, I’ll
be six more feet under the ground!”
He made a show of
placing his hands over his chest and falling dead into the coffin.
“FUCK YOU!” the ensemble
cried as Fizzarolli leaped out of the coffin and harmonized, “Wo-oh-oh!” He
tore off his puffy white collar in midair as green spotlights crisscrossed over
Fizzarolli.
(“Here’s my two minutes
notice, fuck you!”) The ensemble sang as Fizzarolli swung
across the arena on a trapeze bar, finally feeling free. He let go and spun in
the air near the glowing green Mammon coin/moon in the sky.
“Suck it, greedy
bastard!
You’re a fucking ass
clown!”
(Time to quit and smell
the roses!)”
An oblivious Mammon
happily clapped along with his jester bots.
(“Say goodbye!”) Fizzarolli
and the ensemble sang, “too late to apologize!” The crowd cheered as
Fizzarolli leaned down his arm to give them high-fives. Fizzarolli
gasped as a dog demon happily grabbed onto his legs as he swung. The dog fell
off Fizzarolli dead in a gory mess thanks to a blast from Blitzo’s rifle.
Smiling, Fizzarolli looked up at Blitzo, who grinned with a thumbs up.
“So this is it…”
Fizzarolli flipped
several times in midair and landed on top of the stairs. He knocked down the
coffin as the spotlight on him turned pink. He clenched his fists and took a
deep breath at his ultimate act of courage. He pointed at Mammon and yelled,
“MAMMON, YOU SAD SACK OF
SHIT!”
The crowd stopped
clapping and looked up at Mammon with worried looks.
Mammon froze, then
growled loudly after realizing that his star performer was now mocking him.
Briefly looking around puzzled, he then bared his teeth and yellow electricity
sizzled around him.
“FUCK YOOOOOU….” Fizzarolli
sang.
The lighting turned a
heroic golden and violet as Fizzarolli triumphantly held up his middle finger
again. In a dazzling display, blue fireworks boomed out in both directions and
green smoke and confetti exploded from nearby cannons. “FUCK YOU” appeared in
blue bold letters with gold trim as more sparks sprayed out from the sides of
the structure. A pink F and a U appeared over the words and neon green middle
fingers lit up and moved. “Fuck you” was also written in teal cursive on a
magenta sign with a teal heart on top. To top it off, neon teal lights at the
very top showed two hands mimicking a penis going into a vagina.
“…YOU BITCH! YEAH!”
Fizzarolli posed under a
teal spotlight and caught the microphone as all the signs lowered into the
floor.
Fizzarolli bowed as the
crowd stood up and gave him a roaring demonic encore! One of the jester bots
clapped and an angry Mammon slapped it off his web. He took a bag of popcorn
from the other fanning bot and angrily chewed. Fizzarolli stood up and blushed
at Asmodeus, who gave him a thumbs up behind the curtain. Fizzarolli had never
felt so jubilant in his life.
“Thank you all so much.
You know, it’s always been one of the greatest thrills of my life performing.
And I’m so glad to bring you all one, last show.”
Fizzarolli smiled down
at the waving imp boy he had met earlier and signed “THANK YOU.” The boy
gasped and grinned, amazed to be recognized by his role model.
“Cause now…” Fizzarolli
closed his eyes…and then grinned hugely with a shrug, “I quit!” He dropped the
microphone and the crowd gasped.
Mammon vomited on the
other fanning bot. “WHAT?!” he bellowed in rage.
In a flash, the king of
Greed teleported in front of Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli flinched as Mammon pointed
his dollar sign staff under his chin.
“QUIT?! You miserable
piece of shit! What do you mean quit?!”
Fizzarolli smirked and
moved the staff away with a finger. He waved his hand.
“I meaaaan, I quit. I’m done.” In an Australian
accent, he mocked, “G’day, mate!” while flipping him off with two middle
fingers.
Mammon’s eye twitched
before he seethed, his face darkening. Smoke bellowed from his mouth and six smaller
glowing yellow eyes appeared on his forehead. He vanished in smoke and rushed
toward the flinching Fizzarolli. With low growls from inside enormous clouds of
smoke, Mammon lifted up a giant sharp yellow bug leg that almost stabbed
Fizzarolli who backed away. Asmodeus peered from behind the curtain, grabbing
it in his fist.
“Oh that motherfucker…”
Mammon pulled back his
sharp leg. He wiggled out of a slime-covered larva sack that resembled the
design of his jester outfit.
He let out a low demonic
growl. “YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!”
He rose from his sack,
growling until the growls intensified into screams. Mammon was in his true
demonic form, slamming down his eight bug legs on the ground. He had the
appearance and traits of a spider and a parasite, thinking of nothing but
consumption. He even had a striped bee-like bug bottom with stingers and
spikes.
“I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!”
he screamed at Fizzarolli in a distorted demonic voice. “YOU ARE PRACTICALLY IN
MY IMAGE!”
Fizzarolli just crossed
his arms and glared unintimidated by his former master. Mammon jabbed a giant
finger at him.
“I RAISED YOU LIKE THE
SON I DIDN’T WANT!”
Fizzarolli slapped his
giant finger away and narrowed his eyes, causing Mammon to narrow his eyes in
return.
Asmodeus appeared
protectively behind Fizzarolli in a roar of teal and red flames. He towered
high and his three heads roared and turned red, speaking in a demonic voice.
“YOU’D BETTER BACK THE
FUCK UP, MAM!”
In the stands, Wally
Wackford laughed out loud and pointed with his cane. “Holy shit! I say, I say!”
He was dressed in a green, black, and gold suit and his green top hat had
yellow teeth as the rim. Next to him was a hellhound with a small imp appearing
out of a bowl of popcorn.
Mammon chuckled darkly
before turning to Asmodeus.
“Look who’s acting like
a big fuckin’ hero.” He crawled over to Asmodeus, placing a finger under his
chin. “Careful what you say, Ozzie. Wouldn’t want your little secret getting
out, would we?” He smirked while pointing down at Fizzarolli.
Asmodeus yelled into his
face, flames turning red. “I don’t care anymore!” The two Sins butted heads.
“Ozz?” Fizzarolli asked in
concern.
Mammon smirked and
backed up. “Because if you let him quit, I could tell everyone hereee that you…”
“What?” asked Asmodeus. “That
I love him? Well I do!”
To Mammon’s surprise, the
crowd erupted into fangirl screams and yelled “I knew it, I knew it!” They all
excitedly typed on their cell phones. One male imp wearing a green striped
jester hat and a white goatee had three cell phones attached to his arm.
The first phone was “Louie” texting a partner
who soon broke up with him.
“Babe I can change. PLEASE!”
“You don’t get it. Don’t
talk to me, don’t message me, don’t call me ever again. We’re done, asshole.
Have a shitty day.”
“I AM THE ONE TRUE
SHIPPER AND I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG!”
“YOU CALLED ME A FOOL?
WELL LOOK WHO’S LAUGHING NOW! EXPECT FAN ART SOON!”
The second cellphone
showed Twitter texts.
“Clarisse @ simparolli:
Ozzarolli confirmed guys! It’s fucking REAL! #ozzarolli #fizzaozzie”
“Yannah @mamdonaldsaddict:
OZZIE FUX FIZZ? LOVINGLY???”
“LooLooBro
@looloolooland: I CALLED IT! I TOLD YOU ALL! (Gif of Fizzarolli yelling and
saying “YEEESS!”
“Minnie @downiecookie: I
honk but no one listens. (Clown emojis).”
The third cellphone
showed profiles on a “ClownEmporium” website, “Greed’s #1 forum for clowns and clown
adjacent Hellborns!”
“HAWT NEWS!! OZZIE AND
FIZZIE IN LOVE? EW!”
xxHonkiexx: “I am
pleased to announce that my collection of multicolored combs continues to grow!
I am forever grateful to all my followers who helps me make this possible. And
to the haters who like to shit on my collection, you’re just ugly and jealous,
touch some grass.”
Doug…Dugs: “Anyone have
a good website where one could find quality high res vids of clown feet for
research purposes? The only ones I can find are in 480p, I can’t even see the
wrinkles. 4k or higher, otherwise, don’t waste my time.”
Mammon looked stunned
and scratched his head. “Oh-uh. Shit.” Then he put his hands on his hips,
coming up with an insult. “Ah-you dirty bitch!”
He crawled on all his
legs and smirked near Asmodeus’ face. He spoke in a demonic voice, whispering
ominously into Asmodeus’ ears.
“You are gonna regret
revealing that, Ozz!” He chuckled darkly and snorted green smoke into
Fizzarolli’s face. He then broke out into loud sinister laughter, revenge
brewing in his eyes. He disappeared in smoke and dollar bill signs one last
time. The crowd screamed and flinched as the arena, stage, and circus tents
came crashing down in explosions.
Asmodeus held Fizzarolli
protectively in his flaming teal hands, sitting up after the explosions were
over. Fizzarolli stood up and coughed in Asmodeus’ flaming hands. Relieved to
see Fizzarolli unharmed, he brought him close to his face, the lovers nuzzling
and sighing happily.
Glitz lay on top of her
sister and lifted up her head.
“So does that mean we
win?”
Glam also lifted up her
head. Both sisters smirked at each other before a slab of rock fell on them. “ACK!”
they yelled from underneath the rubble.
A poster showing dancing
on a ball and Mammon grinning in green light was run over by the wheels of the
limo. Mammon dollar bills lay in the street. Meanwhile inside the limo,
Fizzarolli and Asmodeus were nuzzling and making lovey-dovey giggling noises,
Fizzarolli cradled in his partner’s arms. Blitzo smirked next to them and
asked, “So, um, who tops?”
Fizzarolli groaned and Asmodeus
blushed. They both looked at each other, implying that they each took turns
being dominant in bed.
