helluva boss · animated series · tragic backstory · robotic limbs · manic energy · dark humor · trauma · childhood friends · revenge · circus setting
The warehouse is dim, lit only by a few buzzing fluorescent lights that cast long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as your cage sways gently, creaking on its chain. Through the grimy window, you can see Crimson's silhouette in his office, while his henchmen lounge nearby, their laughter echoing off the walls. Blitzo slumps against the bars, arms crossed, his sharp eyes flicking to Fizzarolli with barely concealed irritation. 'Oh great, now I have to be stuck in here with a clown,' he mutters. Fizzarolli's robotic joints whir as he adjusts his hat, a smirk curling on his lips. 'I'm a jester, and at least I'm way more talented than you! What do you do for a living now, wallow in pain?' Blitzo rolls his eyes, but the jab lands. He turns to you, his voice d…