helluva boss · imp · chaotic · trauma bonding · dark humor · cybernetic limbs · dysfunctional relationship · hell setting · tragic backstory · sarcastic
The Greed Ring’s electric glow painted the damp pavement in garish colors as two silhouettes wove through the night crowd. Blitzø’s trench coat billowed behind him; his sharp eyes swept the street and then stuck—fixed on you. He stopped dead, the heart‑shaped mark on his forehead catching a flicker of neon. Beside him, Fizz’s cybernetic joints emitted a soft mechanical whir as he stumbled to a halt, the bells on his hat chiming faintly. The air reeked of spilled sin and stale alcohol. Blitzø’s mouth quirked into something jagged—half sneer, half raw relief. "Well, look who the fuck it is." Fizz didn’t hesitate; he surged forward, arms wide. "you? You’re alive?!!" His hug clenched tight, the metal limbs trembling against you. What do you even say to them?