♦️RoboFizz X Reader♦️ ♠️His Mad House♠️

♦️~5~♦️

Stolas looked out the window and spotted an antique black car roll up into their driveway. His stomach dropped and his eyes widened. He sprinted from the window to the very base of the stairs.
"Y/N!!! They're here!!!' He called with a touch of anxiety in his voice. Upstairs in the bathroom, Y/n quivered at his words.

'Oh no, Stella! They've arrived!' Y/n squeaked as her heart pace quickened and her hands began to sweat.

'I know sis, I am done,' Stella backed away from her sister as Y/n looked into the mirror and gasped in astonishment. 'Now get your fine lookin ass downstairs, I'll come with you,'
Y/n took off to the stairs and tried to go down as fast as the high heels would allow her. Stolas gasped as he saw her. He reached out to take her hand. Her hand met his as he admired the beautiful dress.

'You look ravishing Y/n, maybe a bit much but a very good display of the Goitia family's status,' He kissed her hand and helped her down the rest of the flight.

'Thank you Stolas,' Was all Y/n had said, her eyes glued to the door in fear and excitement. Stella came down the stairs as well. Stolas's eyes met hers as she made her way down the stairs, Stella quickly looked away, her heart jerking due to his own betrayal. He let Y/n's little hand go and reached out for his wife's. Without even making eye contact, she reached out and  took his arm in an escorting manner. Stolas swallowed as his chest tightened. A simple two knocks rang throughout the massive entry way and the little imp butler opened the door. Sure enough Mamon stood in the door frame, Fizzarolli behind him, his eyes down.

Y/n's POV;

"Greetings Mamon!' Stolas rushed to him to shake his hand quickly. Mamon seemed annoyed yet willing to tolerate his greeting. My sister plastered on a fake smile. I felt a very uneasy quick feeling in my stomach as I looked to the Robotic Fizzarolli who happened to be looking me up and down. I told myself mentally not to make a separate facial expression rather than the one I was wearing but my eyes quickly darted away from him and I could feel my hands become cold and clammy and my face start to heat up under all that makeup. I found normality when Stella greeted Mamon.

'We are so honored to have you at our home,' She smiled lightly shaking his hand.

'Likewise,' Mamon forced a smile that was enough to please the two.

'Come, come, Y/n will show you both to the theatre,' Stolas pointed to me. I swallowed and folded my shaking arms behind my back.

'Actually, she can take Fizzarolli, I need to have a word with you, overlord to overlord, Stella can accompany us as well,' Mamon inquired flicking his eyes back and fourth between Fizz and I. I point both of my eyes down to the ground and listen to them before leaving.

'Well of course, whatever you need Mamon,' Stolas chirped, 'Y/n, stop standing there and show Fizz to the theatre!' He called out to me as I looked up quickly flinching.
I nodded and tried not to even glance at Fizz but failed multiple times as we walked down long corridors. I tried to think of a convo to start as we walked but I couldn't think of anything to say without fucking up, so I remained quiet.

'F-forgive me-e for asking-ing but are y-you the one th-that saved me fr-from that dragon?' I hear his voice echo through the empty long corridors.

'Yes, that was me,' I turned to meet his bright neon eyes.

'Thank yo-ou. I-I just didn't se-eem to recogniz-ze you,'

'It's the makeup isn't it?' I ask casually as a smile takes over my whole face in accomplishment of getting somewhere. He chuckles a glitchy laugh and nods. 'Well, it looks better that way,' I remarked.
Fizz pauses as if he's gonna say something, then he stops and continues to walk. We finally reach the private theatre and I pause to open the door for Fizz.