A Love Inbetween Two Words

.~°Chapter One°~.

"Beep-Beep, Get up you Bitch!"

Fizzarolli only groaned and rolled in bed, hoping that the alarm clock will magically stop and let him sleep longer.

"Beep-Beep, Get up you Bitch!"

However, the more the alarm ran, the more annoyed he got. And even though he didn't want to, he reluctantly got up, shook off the little sleep he had left, and used his robotic arm to reach and throw it at the wall. Once he did, he immediately regretted it because he felt the pain of doing so, and winced in pain.

"Oww, fuck..." He mumbled to himself as he looked around his room. It wasn't fancy, but since he been looking at it for a long time, so he didn't know anymore.

After a long minute, he tiredly Goy out of his tiny bed and to the bathroom. When he stepped into the bathroom, he looked in the mirror. He didn't look to bad, besides from the bags under his eyes and his eyes about to fall flat on themselves. But he been through worse, so he didn't care.

He wanted to take a shower, but the second he felt the pain from his arms and legs, Fizzarolli knew that a bath would be better. As he started to run the water, he made sure to add the Epson salt and whatever lavender that he OWNED, not the stuff that Mammon bought him.

He used his robotic arm to grab his ringing phone, but it barley looked like a phone, more of a play phone of the 2000s. But he put that though to the side, and answered the phone. "Hello Fizz!" The person said in a sing-song voice, and Fizz couldn't help but chuckle at it. "Yes Mel, it's me! The one and only Fizzarolli!" Both of them laughed at that, and Fizz made splashing noises in the tub.

Once they stopped laughing, Mel started to talk again. "Where you at? Sound like your in the rain." Fizz only sighed. "Just taking a bath. My joints are hurting like Hell itself. It's not fun." He answers blankly, clear that he wasn't in the mood to talk. Mel must had got the idea, because she switched the subject.

"You want to go out? It's been a minute since we met." Mel said with enthusiasm, but was quickly squished when Fizz responded. "Can't." Before Mel could ask, Fizz continued his statement. "Big ass Mammon has me to work, and even worse, it's my birthday!" Mel could feel his anger, and tried to push it down as good as possible.

"Ok, one, Happy Birthday, and two, it's alright! I get it that your mad, but let's look on the bright side." Fizz only stayed silent, but Mel knew that he was calming down. "Anyway, did you take your meds today?"

Fizz only scoffed. "Hell no."

"Fizz, you know that you need those! Maybe your body wouldn't hurt if you take them." Again, Fizz just laughed, but faltered a little bit. "I know, but they barley do shit to me Melanie, so it really doesn't matter." Fizzarolli said as he got out of the bathtub and put on a robe.

"I get that, but I'm just trying to help you out. I care about you a lot Fizz, and I know you very well." Mel said to Fizz as he got out of the bathroom and went back to his closet. After choosing his outfit, which was a horrible combination of red and brown as his jester suit, he started to talk again. "...Yeah, I know. Thanks for that." It stayed silent before Fizz spoke up again. "How about we meet up tomorrow. I can convince Mammon to give me the day off, alright?" "Okay Fizzarolli, the one and only!" They both laughed at her words before Mel ended the call.

After he finish getting dressed, he looked himself in the mirror. Sadly, he had to wear this stupid outfit almost every day, except on his day off. Fizz knew how to dress, but Mammon was like a eight year old picking out clothes for school, but even then, the eight year olds probably could do better than him. The only saving grace about his outfit was his jester hat, which covered up the monstrosities that was his horns.