Helluva Duo (Blitzo x Fizzarolli Fanfiction AU) |

The Confrontation

The outskirts of the haunted circus offered a fleeting sense of freedom for Blitzo and Fizzarolli.

Before they could press forward however, the tranquility of the clearing shattered. Emerging from the shadows, Striker and a duo of minions confronted the trio, their expressions a mixture of triumph and menace.

Striker, his eyes narrowing at Blitzo, sneered, "Thought you could slip away, huh? Not on my watch."

Blitzo, undeterred, raised his gun, determination flashing in his eyes. "You're not stopping us, Striker. Back off."

Striker, with a sly grin, lassoed Blitzo's gun skillfully, yanking it from his hands. One of the minions seized the opportunity, grabbing Blitzo in a vice-like grip.

Blitzo struggled against the minion's hold, glancing at Fizzarolli. "Fizz, we're not done yet. Show 'em what you're made of."

Striker, confident that Blitzo was under control, turned his attention to Fizzarolli. "You're not much of a fighter, are you? This'll be quick."

He signaled the minions to approach Fizzarolli. However, Blitzo began coaching Fizzarolli through the impending confrontation.

"Remember, Fizz, you've got flexibility on your side. Use it," Blitzo advised, his tone brimming with confidence.

Fizzarolli, drawing strength from his partner, nodded and began a dazzling display of acrobatic moves, eluding his attackers' attempts to grab him. Striker, his eyes widening in disbelief, attempted to lasso Fizzarolli, but the nimble imp's agile evasions frustrated his efforts.

Blitzo, with a grin, cheered, "That's it, Fizz! Keep it up!"

Striker, growing increasingly agitated, growled, "Stop moving, you annoying little shit!"

His patience wearing thin, Striker rushed forward, attempting to grab Fizzarolli. Blitzo, noticing an opening, instructed Fizzarolli to deliver a powerful kick. The unexpected maneuver sent Striker crashing into a nearby pile of debris, knocking him unconscious.

Blitzo, admiring the impressive victory, whooped, "Nice one, Fizz! That's my boyfriend!" Blitzo punches the minion's nose, who lets him go. "Looks like distractions aren't the only thing you're  good at, huh?"

Fizzarolli laughed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Nope, but they do work pretty well, don't they?"

Just as the imps were about to make their escape, Buckzo's minions surrounded them, blocking their path. Blitzo, with a heavy sigh, muttered, "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

"Blitzo, we're seriously outnumbered here," Fizzarolli said, a hint of apprehension in his voice.

However, as the minions closed in, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

"Get away from my brother, you fuckers!" Barbie snarled, her gaze fierce.

"Barbie!" Blitzo and Fizzarolli exclaimed in unison.

Joy washed over Blitzo, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. "You're okay!"

Fizzarolli echoed the sentiment, "Thank goodness you're safe. We thought Buckzo got to you."

Barbie, with a determined expression, reassured them, "I'm tougher than I look. But we've got bigger problems right now."

As Blitzo and Fizzarolli began to move towards Barbie, ready to regroup and plan their next move, suddenly they were held back, guns pointed at them.

A sinister chuckle reverberated through the clearing, and from the shadows emerged the ominous figure of Buckzo. Draped in opulent attire, his eyes gleaming with a mix of madness and triumph, he approached Barbie with a sinister grin.