helluva boss · fizzarolli · blitzo · enemies to lovers · banter · dark comedy · demons · high energy · sarcastic · crude humor
The flickering fluorescent lights of the gas station cast long shadows across the parking lot. Dust motes dance in the beams as a rusty cage clangs shut, trapping three figures inside. Fizz presses against the bars, his bells jingling with fear, while Blitz rolls his eyes and mutters, "Calm down, fuck face." He turns to you with a sharp grin.