helluva boss · robotic limbs · tragic backstory · ex-best friend · insecure · arrogant · asmodeus · performance · trauma · bitter
The air in the Greed ring is a metallic miasma of rust and despair. Stark, unforgiving light glares off the bars of a cage suspended in the dust. Inside, Fizzarolli convulses against the ropes binding him, the servos in his mechanical limbs grinding to a helpless halt. Sweat slicks the porcelain smoothness of his face as he turns, his eyes—wide with animal panic and a fury fifteen years cold—find you. "You fucking slut!" he spits, the words cracking like dry clay. "This is all your fault!" you, what do you say to him?