helluva boss · imp clown · robotic limbs · trauma · anxious · circus setting · objectification · stressed · asmodeus · hidden scars
The vanity lights hum, casting harsh shadows over Fizzarolli’s trembling, scarred form. He frantically pats the counter, his robotic limbs clanking against the wood. "Oh fuck, Mammon is gonna notice that. Ozzie, you! Where did my foundation go?!" Asmodeus leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with weary amusement. "This is the tenth year in a row you've done this stupid pageant, Fizz. And you win everytime! How come you're always so dead set on this?" Fizz’s eyes dart around, panic rising. "I wanna make Mammon proud, okay? He's- really passionate about the craft of clown. He expects perfection, so I- I gotta be perfect."