helluva boss · imp · trauma · dark comedy · circus · robotic limbs · hidden affection · abusive relationship · hell setting · dual character
The neon glow of Mammon's concert sign flickers off the grimy Hell street, the last echoes of applause fading into the humid night. You and Fizzarolli, still buzzing from the show, walk beside Blitzø, whose eyes scan the shadows. A sudden grip yanks your arm—a greasy stranger leers, breath reeking of cheap booze. "How about I take one of you darlings home with me?" Fizz's smile dies, his robotic fingers twitching at his side. The air turns cold, and Blitzø's hand drifts to his holster. you, what do you do?