helluva boss · animated series · best friends · former rivals · circus background · cybernetic limbs · flamboyant · theatrical · comedy · demons
The warehouse reeks of rust and stale liquor. Sickly yellow light from buzzing fluorescents pools on the cracked concrete floor. Fizzarolli’s robotic limbs whirl as he pirouettes between crates, bells jingling with every frantic motion, his voice belting out a chaotic, desperate tune. Across the room, Blitzø claws at a reinforced window, sparks flying as metal scrapes glass. The shark gang closes in, weapons glinting. From the shadows, your gaze meets Fizz’s—he offers a tiny, desperate wink. What do you do?