Helluva Duo (Blitzo x Fizzarolli Fanfiction AU) |

Dreams Of A Better Life

In a small corner of Hell's chaotic Pride Ring, in a place called Imp City, there existed a peculiar place known as "Buckzo's Circus." Amidst the crimson skies and the tumultuous atmosphere, this circus stood as a beacon of colorful chaos, owned by none other than Cash Buckzo and his wife, Tilla. Their family was far from ordinary, for their circus was not just a livelihood; it was their life.

Among the performers of Buckzo's Circus was a young impling boy named Blitzo. With fiery red skin, small horns on his forehead, and a mischievous glint in his eyes, he was an endearing sight. Blitzo, along with his twin sister Barbie Wire and his best friend Fizzarolli, was an integral part of the circus family. Barbie gracefully walked tightropes, captivating the audience with her fearless stunts, while Blitzo and Fizzarolli played the role of clowns, spreading laughter and joy throughout the circus tent.

Yet, Blitzo felt a constant pang of inadequacy. He couldn't quite entertain the crowd like Barbie, and his gags often fell flat compared to Fizzarolli's uproarious antics. As the circus's grand finale approached, Blitzo's heart grew heavy with the fear of disappointing his family, especially his demanding and greedy father, Cash Buckzo.

After the final act, Blitzo hung his oversized clown shoes and drooping hat in the cramped backstage area. He gazed at his reflection in the cracked mirror, his face adorned with streaks of colorful makeup that had faded under the hot circus lights. Disappointment welled up within him as he heard his father's booming voice berating him for not bringing in enough coins from the crowd.

"You'll never be a true performer, Blitzo," Cash Buckzo sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're a burden to this circus."
Tears welled up in Blitzo's golden eyes, his heart heavy with the weight of his father's words. It was then that his mother, Tilla, entered the room. Her gentle smile and nurturing presence were a stark contrast to her husband's harsh demeanor.

Tilla approached Blitzo, her warm hand resting on his shoulder. "Don't listen to him, my sweet little impling," she whispered soothingly. "You have a unique talent waiting to blossom within you. It just needs time."

Blitzo looked up at his mother, his eyes filled with doubt. "But what if I never find it, Mom?"
Tilla's smile never wavered. "You will, Blitzo. I believe in you. And when you do, people will love you for who you are."

Her words ignited a spark within Blitzo's heart. He wiped away his tears and made a silent promise to himself. One day, he would discover his true talent, and he would make his family proud. With newfound determination, he spoke his dream aloud.

"One day, when I grow up, I'll have a circus of my own. Clowns, horses, and all. Our horses will have the best names, like 'Stapler' and 'Biskit Queen.' Fizzarolli and Barbie will be there too. We'll buy a big mansion for our family, so we won't be in poverty anymore, and you, Mom, you'll be so proud of me."

Tilla chuckled at her son's vivid imagination. "I'm sure you will, Blitzo. You'll be a wonderful boss."

With renewed hope, Blitzo ran off to find Fizzarolli, who was already planning their next playful adventure. Tilla watched them go, her heart filled with love and pride for her little impling boy. However, she couldn't ignore the knot of anger that had formed in her chest. She needed to address her husband's cruel treatment of their son. Determined, she made her way to where Cash Buckzo was counting the evening's earnings in his cluttered office.

Tilla entered the room with a resolute expression, her fiery eyes fixed on her husband. "Cash," she began firmly, "you have no right to talk down on Blitzo like that. He's our son, and he deserves our support and love."

Cash Buckzo, a rotund demon with greedy eyes and a calculating demeanor, glanced up from his coins, unimpressed. "Tilla, I care about money, not some dreamy nonsense. Fizzarolli there," he pointed a pudgy finger at a poster of the cheerful clown that he held in his hands, "he's got real talent, unlike that worthless son of ours. I wish he were mine instead."

Tilla's patience snapped, her anger boiling over. "How dare you, Cash! Blitzo is a sweet, creative, and caring young boy with big dreams. Dreams that deserve to be recognized, just like any other child's. You should be ashamed of yourself."

The tension in the room escalated as Buckzo's face contorted with rage. He stood up abruptly, sending coins scattering across the room. "Ashamed? I'm ashamed of having a son like him, a constant disappointment. He'll never amount to anything."

Tilla's fury intensified. "You don't deserve to have a son like Blitzo, nor a wife who loves him for who he is."

Without another word, she stormed out of the office, leaving Buckzo seething with anger and regret. His frustration boiled over, and he began to blindly throw objects around the room in a fit of temper. The sound of his tantrum echoed through the circus grounds, causing nearby performers to scurry away, fearing his unpredictable wrath.

Meanwhile in the soft, crimson-tinted grass fields near the circus, Blitzo and Fizzarolli ran and played, their laughter echoing through the bizarre landscape. The red sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the chaotic realm of Hell.

As their playful energy began to wane, they eventually flopped down onto the grass, side by side. Both implings lay on their backs, gazing up at the ever-red heavens above. Blitzo broke the tranquil silence with a question that had been swirling in his mind.

"Hey, Fizz," Blitzo began, his voice tinged with curiosity. "What's your dream, you know, for the future?"

Fizzarolli turned his head to look at Blitzo, his clown makeup still smudged from their earlier antics. His eyes sparkled with sincerity. "My dream is to make people smile and make them really, really happy with laughter and joy!"

Blitzo nodded, his heart warmed by his friend's simple yet noble aspiration. "That's a great dream, Fizz. You're really good at it."

Fizzarolli blushed with pride, his wide smile never fading. "Thanks, Blitzo. You know, you're pretty amazing too." Curiosity piqued, Fizz asked his friend, "What about you, Blitzo? What's your dream?"

Blitzo's eyes shone with determination as he shared his dream once more. "I want to have my own circus one day, with clowns, horses, and all the fun stuff. And Fizz, I want you to be my business partner. We can share an office in the big mansion we'll buy."

Fizzarolli's eyes widened with excitement at the thought. "Wow, Blitzo! That sounds incredible! I'd love to be your partner!"

Blitzo smiled warmly at his friend. "We'll make it happen, Fizz. And no matter what, we'll always be friends."

Just as the two friends began to discuss their future plans, Fizzarolli's stomach growled loudly, breaking the moment of reflection. Blitzo couldn't help but chuckle. "Sounds like someone's hungry."

Fizzarolli's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Yeah, Blitzo! Let's go see if your mom's done making dinner. I hope it's burgers, you know how much I love burgers!"

With laughter and dreams in their hearts, Blitzo and Fizzarolli got up from the grassy field and headed back to Buckzo's Circus, where Tilla's warm meal awaited them, and their friendship would continue to blossom amidst the chaos of Hell.