Helluva Duo (Blitzo x Fizzarolli Fanfiction AU) |

Deep Shit

Barbie, still playing the role of an assistant to the snobby performers, found herself in the luxurious presence of Mammon. The opulent surroundings of Mammon's office contrasted sharply with the drudgery of her charade, but she maintained her disguise, knowing that her true purpose depended on reaching the demon.

As the two performers engaged in conversation with Mammon about their payment for participating in his clown pageant, Barbie seized the opportunity to observe the demon lord closely. Mammon, draped in ostentatious attire, listened to their complaints with an air of indifference, a familiar scenario that played out many times before.

The performers, eager for their promised rewards, questioned Mammon about the money they were supposed to receive. Mammon, unfazed by their impatience, reiterated his standard response, "You'll get your money when you win. Until then, enjoy the privilege of performing in my esteemed pageant."

Barbie, sensing the right moment, discreetly approached Mammon as the conversation concluded. The snobby performers departed, leaving her alone with the demon lord.

"Excuse me, Mr. Mammon," Barbie began, adopting a tone of deference.

Mammon turned his attention to her, his gaze sharp and discerning. "What do you want, assistant? Make it quick."

Barbie took a deep breath, discarding the submissive facade. "Mr. Mammon, my name is Barbie Wire. I'm Blitzo's twin sister."

Mammon's interest was piqued. "Blitzo's sister, eh? Well, what's the sister of that troublemaker doing here?"

Barbie proceeded to reveal the true reason for her presence, her words carrying the weight of urgency. "Mr. Mammon, my brother and Fizzarolli are in grave danger. My dad, Cash, he's gonna kill them! I need your help to save them."

Mammon's expression shifted from mild annoyance to genuine concern. The mention of danger and the potential harm to his two prominent performers stirred a protective instinct within him. "Buckzo, you say? Threatening my brand figures? That's not something I take lightly."

Barbie nodded, relieved to see Mammon's willingness to listen. "Exactly. They're in deep shit, and we need your help to get them out of it."

Mammon considered the situation. "Alright, Barbie Wire. I'm on board. I can't have anything jeopardizing my investments. Tell me more about this Cash Buckzo and what we're up against."

As Barbie provided the details of the threat posed by Cash Buckzo, Mammon absorbed the information with a growing sense of resolve. The alliance forged in that opulent office held the promise of protection for Blitzo and Fizzarolli and the potential for future favors owed by the sister of the notorious imp.

In the dimly lit interior of the rundown big top, Blitzo and Fizzarolli were bound together, wrapped to a wooden beam with duct tape. The air hung heavy with the stench of abandonment, mirroring the somber mood that permeated the circus grounds.

Blitzo, his frustration palpable, cast a glance at Fizzarolli. "Damn it, Fizz. I got us into this mess. I just wanted to save Barbie."

Fizzarolli, ever the reassuring presence, smiled gently. "Hey, Blitzo, we'll get out of this. You always come up with clever plans. Remember our pranks in high school?"

Blitzo's expression darkened, his self-blame intensifying. "Yeah, but this is different. Buckzo's got us right where he wants us."

Fizzarolli shook his head, refusing to let Blitzo succumb to despair. "Blitzo, you're brilliant. You've gotten us out of tight spots before, and you'll do it again."

Blitzo sighed, his eyes betraying a mix of regret and determination. "Nah, Fizz. You're the creative one. Always coming up with new ideas. I'm just good at shootin' things."