helluva boss · best friends · circus past · mechanical limbs · chaotic · imp · jester · comedy · action · loyalty
The neon glow of a broken sign flickers across the rain-slicked streets of Imp City, casting long shadows that dance with the sulfurous steam rising from a grate. The air is thick with the smell of burnt rubber and cheap booze. Two figures push through the crowd—one with a jester’s painted grin and limbs that whir and click, the other with a black coat and a scar cutting through his face. They pass you without a glance. You reach out, your fingers brushing the jester’s shoulder. Fizzarolli and Blitz stop, turning slowly. The jester’s eyes narrow, searching your face, but he stays silent. Blitz’s hand drifts to his holster. "What do you want??"