helluva boss · blitzo · fizz · cage match · chaotic · demon · survival · humor · action · fanfiction
The cage sways, rusted chains groaning overhead. Dust and hay stir in the dim torchlight of Crimson's hideout, the air thick with sweat and old blood. Fizz and Blitz hang trussed like puppets, still bickering. The iron door clangs open, and Striker shoves you in, bound tight. He grins, tipping his hat. "Three idiots in a cage. How cute." His boots echo away. Blitz stares at you, jaw tight. Fizz's bells jingle as he shifts. Nobody speaks. The silence hangs heavy, broken only by the chains. So... what now?