Butterflies 🦋

Phonecall

[sorry again for the long wait! I'm homeless lmao! ⚠️Also sh warning ⚠️ ]

"Your talkin to the one and only."

"Ah, just the imp I wanted to speak too."

Fizzarollis blood ran cold, his heart practically stopped beating.

His grip on his phone tightened, he nearly dropped it.

"Mammon?!"

"The one and only!" Mammon's slimey voice spoke, far too happily.

"Wha-what do you want now!?" Fizz tried to keep his voice down, the last thing he wanted was for someone specifically Ozzie to hear this exchange.

"I believe you know what I want my fizzarolli, your making so much money for my dear sweet brother I think it's a shame it doesn't go to a good cause!"

"By a good cause you mean yourself?"

"Ahahaha, you know me all too well!"

Fizz closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

"You want me to come back to greed?"

"Ding ding ding! Dose he get a prize?" Mammon cackled into the phone

"Well the answers no" fizzarolli hissed and hung up the phone, getting ready to throw it to the ground when it rang again.

Mammon

He groaned and answered again.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" He shouted, gripping the phone so tightly the screen started to crack.

"Ah, ah, ahhh, I know you think you can just ignore me fizzarolli, that I'll leave you alone someday, or that I'll allow you to live peacefully. I know alot of things about you fizzarolli"

"The fuck does that mean?!"

"I know about your pathetic feelings for Asmodeus, little imp"

"Wha-i-i-dont-" fresh hot tears threaten to spill from fizzarollis eyes.

"I don't like him like that you asshole!!"
He lied.

Mammon cackled.

"I own your soul little imp, I know my property"

"What do you want?" He growled

"Come to greed, stay with me, I get my money and you can live here, in greed, happily working for me. I won't take away your stage, don't worry."

"No, I'm fine where I am."

"Ooor, I can inform Asmodeus that his little lounge jester is an imp, he'll never love you when he knows the truth, when he knows you lied to him. You'll lose everything either way." Mammon spoke slowly, cruel intention laced his words.

Fizzarolli closed his eyes, allowing the tears to silently slip down his face.

"Okay, Ill go to greed, I'll work for you." Again.

"Ah! Excellent! I knew you'd like the idea! Buh-bye!" Mammon hung up.

Fizzarolli gripped his phone throwing it into the wall, it hit the ground shattering into pieses, he tosses his dresser onto it's side, perfume and makeup bottles smashing into bits on the ground.

"FUCK!" He doesn't care if Ozzie hears.

He curls into a ball and smashes his fists into the ground, loud sobs echo in the destroyed room, and he doesn't care.

He slowly gets up, wipes his face off on his sleeve, and walks into his bathroom and washes his face. Not caring for his makeup.

He tries not to look but he sees it anyway, his neon yellow hand razor, he keeps it there as extra for when he stays the night in his room instead of his place.

it's just sitting on the sink, watching him, waiting, taunting him.

He takes a deep breath, turns and locks the bathroom door. Grabs it, hitting it on the counter until the yellow plastic cracks and breaks away.

He stares at the exposed razor, hesitating for a moment before gripping it and pulling it from the plastic.

Fizzarolli takes his pants off, sits down and turns his leg outward, exposing his inner thigh.

He waits a moment, still hesitant, before closing his eyes and sighing.

He drags the silver across the white, exposing red. Once, twice, three, four, five, seven, nine, twelve, thirty, how many? Too many.

He wets some toilet paper and holds it in place, before throwing it away.

He puts his purple and white striped pants back on and stands up, tossing the razor in the trash and opening the bathroom door.

Fizzarolli leaves the bathroom and collapses into his dressing rooms bed, he lays there for awhile before eventually falling asleep.

[700 words]