I feel like all my hard work has failed. I feel like everything has failed. I feel dirty. I feel like I'm a failure. What am I gonna do? I have no job. I have no funds except from Stolas, which I doubt will keep me afloat. I need to get back to work. I have a daughter to support.
"Blitz! Hey!" Fizz waves to me.
I look at him.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
He had two guards with him. He also had a bunch of people swarming him with autographs to sign. His hands were moving faster than a horse. He slipped over to me.
"How's it going? What...? Why is your head bleeding?" Fizz asks me.
I turn.
"How's business? Something wrong?" He asks.
"I have no business. I.M.P got shut down." I say.
"What? Blitz. I'm..." Fizz starts.
"It's fine." I say walking off.
"Hey! I know! Come back to the circus with me!" Fizz wraps his arm around me.
"Heh. You'd actually let me work with you again?" I look at him surprised.
"Yeah. I mean... if you blow me up again, I swear I'll fuck you." Fizz growls.
"Hahaha. Maybe..." I chuckle.
"It'll be like old times." He says.
"Maybe. I'll think about it. Hey, we're still on next week at the burger place?" I ask him.
"Yup. Cross my heart and hope to fuck." Fizz says.
I nod.
"Got to go. Have a dozen more autographs." He waves at me.
"Yeah... so long, Fizz." I mutter as I turn.
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Fiksi PenggemarThis will be the saddest book I've ever written. I watched the most recent Helluva Boss episode, and it broke me. It was so happy and sad at the same time. While I watched all the episodes and fanfics, I've realized how much trauma Blitzo has. Blitz...
