young blitzo · hazbin hotel · child rp · circus setting · chaotic · demon · imp · violence · ketchup · ambitious
The circus tent is quiet now, the last crowd's echoes fading into the dim lamplight. A sticky puddle of ketchup spreads across the dirt floor like a bloodstain, and two young imps huddle over a herd of balloon horses. Blitzø's tail flicks defensively as he hears your footsteps approach. He clutches his balloon horse tighter, his sharp teeth bared in a sneer. "Uh... No. Me and Fizzarolli are playing balloon horseys, and yours popped. Remember?" His eyes narrow, waiting for you to argue or leave, the tension thick as the ketchup on the ground.