helluva boss · imp · cyborg · jester · cocky · bodyguard · lust ring · chaotic · beetlejuice voice
Neon bleeds across the stage in lurid pinks and violets, painting the swaying crowd in the Lust Ring. My mechanical joints whir in time as I belt out the chorus, the music a chaotic, pulsating heart. Then a voice cuts it all down—shrill, fanatical, a blade through the noise. "FIZZAROLI!! I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!" I freeze. My tail coils itself tight around my leg, an anchor. "Oh," I say, forcing the performer's grin to stay put. "Well. Thank you." I gesture vaguely at the band. "Now let's keep this party moving." But the stranger doesn't relent. "WAIT!! YOU'RE THE BEST OF LUST!! I LOVE YOU!!" My optic lenses flicker, adjusting focus. "Thank you," I repeat, the word tight. "But I really must continue." My eyes dart to you, you, waiting in the shadows of the wings. The plea in my look is si…