♦️RoboFizz X Reader♦️ ♠️His Mad House♠️

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Third person POV;

Mamon had agreed to eat dinner with the Goitia family. The cooks were busy in the kitchen, and the over lords were seated at the table, all except Y/n and Fizzarolli, they were on the roof, literally. Fizz was trying to teach Y/n a little bit of acrobatics. She was seated against one of the brick chimneys, watching him preform flips in the air. She shivered a bit, Hell freezes over during the night and a bit of frost bite started to nip at her beak. Fizz landed in front of her as she gasped in surprise.

'No-ow it's your turn,' He held his hand out to Y/n.

'Woah woah woah, do I look like a gymnast to you?'  Y/n protested as she shivered and took it. 'I'm only in a corset and the undergarments of my dress.'

'So? Th-that's better than no-nothing at all,' Fizz pulled her up with him as he lead her across the very main strip of the rooftop. Y/n wobbled a little and tried to catch her balance.

'Woah woah-' Fizz caught her by her corset, Y/n dangled there, looking at the slope of the steep roof wondering what the fall would've felt like if Fizz had not caught her. He pulled her smaller form into his grasp and she looked up at him. 'This is a really bad idea,'

'Na, ho-ow bad could it b-be?' He effortlessly threw her up into the sky. Y/n flew up and up and up screaming and kicking around. Then she started to fall and spin all around only to be caught again by the clown.

'Can you give me a warning next time you decide to throw me?' Y/n protested, grabbing his collar.

'But wh-where's the fu-un in that?' He grins wider. 'Now, you prom-mise to tr-trust me?'
Y/n thought, her face heating up as he waited for her call. She quickly nodded only for him to let her stand on her own two feet. She exhaled and looked back at him, her eyes locked on his. The robotic Fizzarolli smiled in bliss as he took her hand and let her keep her own posture. He then twirled her around and she quivered in fear of falling but remembered how he had caught her, he never even hesitated to reach out for her. That thought alone gave her the strength to spin on the very tips of her toes. Fizz twirled her the other way and then they traded hands and gently moved to the left of the roof. The dance was slow but some moments were sudden, like when he spun her or when the two would do a random dip.

'You are very strange I must admit,' Y/n tells him as they dip to the North side of the building.

'Well th-that's not very n-nice,' The Robotic Fizzarolli glitched and straightened the two.

'I can't seem to figure you out,' Y/n explained. 'You seem so sinister sometimes, but now you're slow-dancing on the roof with me,'

'I-I used to li-live on my AI on-only,' Fizz spun her round, 'B-but as the ye-years went by, I pi-picked up some per-ersonality  traits along the w-way. L-like anger, defiance, and gr-greed,'

'Missed out on the happy people eh?' Y/n calmly said as the two locked into position after her spin.

'Wh-when people come in-into the circus, ad-adults more or less-s, they're always fi-fighting or yelling at th-their children, maybe I-I pick it up fr-from there,'

'Don't the children make you happy?'

'I kno-ow they love and adore m-me, but they're an-annoying as fuck!'

'I feel that,' Y/n remarked as Fizz and her dipped once more, locking eyes. 'What kind of feels do you get from me?' The Fizzarolli paused and searched his mind for a way to put it to the female demon.

'A-a lot of it is co-confusion, like why yo-you saved me from th-that dragon's grasp, anoth-ther is kindness, you've show-wn nothing but kindness to a-a robot like me,' He explained, ' I-I've been wondering wh-why?'

'Because silly,' She booped his nose, 'How could I let you be consumed and what reason would I have blocking you from my kindness or gratitude?' The Fizzarolli was astonished by her kindness, lifting her up and staring straight into her eyes.

'Y-y/n, I-I've done bad things,'

'And I have to, I spent a lot of time here pretending to be someone I'm not,' She giggled innocently.

'No-o I mean- Y/N!! Where are you?!' Stella's voice echoes through the cold.

'Oh shit!' Y/n grabbed the main piece of her dress sliding it on and grabbed Fizz's hand. 'Supper's probably ready!' She pulled him across the roof as he pondered on how to break it to her about who he was or deciding on telling her or not.

The couple scrambled into the dining room, Y/n sitting next to Stella all jittery with her stomach full of butterflies. Fizz came in after her silently sitting next to Mamon. 

'Y/n where were you guys?' Stolas asked looking at her tattered dress and wind-kissed h/c h/l hair. 'What in the nine circles happened to your beautiful dress?' He then glared at Fizz who bowed his head.

'Please don't be angry Stolas, Fizzarolli was teaching me how to dance!' Y/n beamed.

'Yeah, on a pole,' Octavia murmured and rolled her eyes. Mamon turned to Fizz and gave him a menacing glare. Y/n took a breath to object but decided not to embarrass herself in front of her family and Mamon. Stella could feel her sister's anger and decided to change the subject.

'What did you request the chefs to prepare for tonight dear?' She fake-talked to Stolas, holding Y/n's trembling hand under the table.

'Ooo! I requested the chef to make us all a fat, fat, FAT, hog to stuff our faces with and desert will be a surprise.' Stolas added with excitement.

'How delightful,' Mamon concluded as the little imp servants carried out various trays of freshly prepared side dishes and horderves. Fizz looked up and mustered a smile as a tray was placed in front of everyone seated at the table. The very last thing to come out was the entree, the jewel of their meal, it took three imps to carry. The three set the hog on the table and left as the higher ranks drooled at the meal before them.

'Bon appetit,' Stolas said simply lifting the cover off of the steaming hog and carved it sparingly.

My apologies for taking so long with this chapter, see you guys on page 7! VodkaFace69 out!