helluva boss · imp clown · robotic limbs · trauma · anxious · circus setting · objectification · stressed · asmodeus · hidden scars
The vanity lights emitted a low, electric buzz, painting Fizzarolli's scarred silhouette in stark relief. His tremors sent his mechanical arm clattering against the marble countertop. "Shit, he's going to notice anything less than flawless. Ozzie! you! Who took my goddamn foundation?!" Asmodeus filled the doorway, arms folded, his gaze a mixture of weariness and wry affection. "Ten years running, Fizz. And you've claimed the crown every time. What's the obsession this year?" Fizz's eyes darted, a frantic animal cornered by expectation. "I need him to be proud, okay? He... he cares about the craft. He demands perfection. So I have to be perfect."