Helluva Duo (Blitzo x Fizzarolli Fanfiction AU) |

Back To The Circus

The sleek limousine glided through the sinfully adorned streets of the Pride Ring, carrying Blitzo and Fizzarolli towards an unwelcome reunion with the past. As the circus loomed closer, Blitzo's worry for Barbie deepened, evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead.

Fizzarolli, ever the supportive partner, gently squeezed Blitzo's hand. "Hey, Blitzo, we'll find Barbie. She's tough, just like you. Everything's gonna be fine."

Blitzo managed a faint smile, appreciating Fizz's reassurance amid the mounting concern. The limo neared the circus grounds, and memories of their tumultuous history with Buckzo's carnival resurfaced, casting a shadow over the impromptu mission.

Unbeknownst to them, Striker, the hired assassin, skillfully tailgated the limo in a stolen vehicle. Buckzo's instructions echoed in his mind as he reported, "They're heading straight for the circus, Buckzo. Looks like we've got them right where we want them."

Buckzo's sinister grin stretched wider as he considered the possibilities. "Perfect. Use them as bait. If Barbie sees her dear brother and his boyfriend in trouble, she might come running back willingly. Play your cards right, Striker."

The stolen vehicle merged seamlessly with the traffic, shadowing the limo's every move. Striker, gripping the steering wheel with a sense of impending thrill, relished the opportunity to execute his mission and claim the hefty reward promised by Buckzo.

As the circus tents came into view, Blitzo's unease heightened. The vibrant chaos of the Pride Ring held the promise of both danger and answers. The limo pulled up near the entrance, and Blitzo, steeling himself for what lay ahead, turned to Fizzarolli. "Let's find Barbie and get the hell out of here."

Meanwhile, Barbie navigated the intricate network of underground passages exclusive to imps, her determination driving her forward. As she emerged into the opulence of the Greed Ring, the bustling chaos of the city greeted her, a stark contrast to the shadows she left behind.

With a singular purpose, Barbie headed towards the Mammon Theater, an imposing structure that radiated wealth and influence. The grand entrance loomed before her, adorned with glistening marquee lights.

Inside the theater, Mammon's opulent domain, Barbie moved stealthily, her eyes scanning the lavish surroundings for any sign of Mammon's office. The echoes of her footsteps reverberated through the hallowed halls as she sought the demon who could potentially aid her in the quest to rescue Blitzo and Fizzarolli.

However, fate had a different plan for Barbie as she stumbled upon two snobbish performers clad in extravagant costumes. In a clumsy encounter, Barbie accidentally bumped into them, causing a cascade of items to scatter across the floor.

The performers, their expressions a blend of disdain and entitlement, glared at Barbie. Before she could explain herself, one of them sneered, "Watch where you're going, assistant."

Barbie, realizing the misunderstanding, decided to play along for now, hoping it would lead her closer to Mammon. "Sorry about that," she muttered, feigning submission as she began picking up the scattered items.

The snobby performers exchanged haughty glances, convinced of Barbie's supposed role. "Well, you better be sorry. Assistants should know their place," one of them remarked, emphasizing the word "assistant" with a condescending tone.

Barbie bit her tongue, suppressing the urge to retort. She disliked every moment of this charade but understood the necessity of maintaining the illusion for now. As she continued to pick up the items, she subtly observed the theater's layout, searching for any signs that might lead her to Mammon's elusive office.

The performers, satisfied with Barbie's compliance, strutted away, leaving her to grumble under her breath. "Just a little longer," she whispered to herself, determined to endure the indignity for the sake of her mission.