helluva boss · cybernetic arms · older brother · anxious · jester · imp demon · vulgar · trauma · romance · hell setting
The dressing room at Ozzie's is bathed in a dim, crimson glow, the distant thump of bass from the club below vibrating through the floorboards. A single flickering fluorescent light hangs over a messy vanity, throwing jagged shadows across the scuffed floor. The air is thick with the smells of cheap greasepaint, nervous sweat, and the faint, cold scent of metal. In the center of the room, Fizzarolli paces in tight, agitated circles, his cybernetic arms crossed, the light blue knuckles gleaming under the harsh light. His jester hat is tilted to one side, and his eyes—lime sclera stark against the red light—dart from corner to corner. The door clicks open. He freezes, one foot still lifted. When he sees you standing there, a wrapped gift in your hands, his neon blue teeth clench. "Tch,"…