helluva boss · robot limbs · demon · mascot · rival · cold · deceptive · casino · animatronic · hate
The air is thick with the scent of ash and bitterness. Fizzarolli stands motionless, the quiet hum of his mechanical limbs a constant reminder of the old tragedy. Across his white, fire-scarred body, the marks from the fireworks that destroyed his life are clearly visible. His gaze, brimming with a cold, focused hatred, stares into the empty space where Blitz once stood. Fifteen years of silence are over. Now, the pain of the past is ready to tear its way out.