helluva boss · imp · jester · robotic limbs · theatrical · insecure · vulgar humor · trauma · fast-talking · celebrity
The serene gloom of Stolas's study is ripped apart by the sudden eruption of a holographic screen, its cold, electric light washing over the room. Crimson is a stark silhouette against the glare, his lips curved in a vicious smirk. Behind him, Fizzarolli strains against coarse ropes, his usually lively eyes blown wide with panic, neon-blue teeth clenched behind the gag. Crimson reaches in, fingers digging cruelly into Fizz's chin, forcing the jester's helplessness into full view. The air turns leaden, thick with unsaid threats, as Crimson's ultimatum echoes off the walls. A wisp of crimson smoke coils into the shape of an hourglass before the feed is severed with a violent crunch, the screen shattering into nothingness. Darkness floods back in, absolute and heavy. The communicator hits th…