"Ugh, how long have we been here?" Fizzarolli asked as he sat on the bed in his dressing room. Brenda was busy pacing around the room while on her phone. Meanwhile, Melanie was sleeping on the floor like a baby to really care about anything. After a moment, Brenda stopped and turned to Fizz. "It's about to be 4:00PM, Soo. . ." She paused to do the math in her head. "About 4 hours!"
Fizz only shook his head. "Jesus christ, can you guys take me home already! I would have left hours ago if my fucking prosthetics didn't crash on me." He exclaimed at her, but all she did was continue to pace around. Mel lifted her head up, woken by Fizz's yelling.
"I already told you Fizz, I'm only doing what Mammon asked, and that was to take you to your dressing room. I know you want to leave, and so do I, but I'm only doing what he asked. So, you ain't leaving yet unless said otherwise." He just let out a low growl as an answer.
"Its okay Fizz..Yawn..we just got to wait until Mammon tells her what to do, alright?" She looked up at him, giving Fizz a warm smile. Immediately, his anger and mad face vanished into the mist of the room. He could never stay mad when Mel was here to comfort him. So, he just took a deep breath.
"Sorry y'all, just mad over our, or my situation I guess. It's so frustrating just sitting on a bed when you can't even walk and run anymore, and we all know Mammon won't do anything but be cheap all over again." Brenda stopped her pacing and walked over to him. She then sat down next to him and gave Fizz a side hug. "Its okay Fizz, it's not your fault that Mammon gave you shitty prosthetics. We just got to handle the situation, alright?" Fizz only nodded his head, and Mel sat down next to him to join the hug.
"Ding-a-dong-ding!"
There heartfelt side hug was cut short by the dining of Brenda's phone. She moved out of the hug and grabbed her phone from the vanity. When she saw it, she had a huge smile on her face as bright as the sun.
"Um Brenda, what did it say?" Fizz questioned her skeptically, and she eagerly said, "Just look!" And she showed him the message.
.+*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*+.
🖕Mammon: Bring Fizz to my office NOW!
.+*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*+.
Immediately Fizz started to smile, but it soon came to a frown of despair. It wasn't like he was overjoyed that he could leave, because he was. It was the fact that Mammon now wanted to see him that scared him, for more reasons besides that he messed up. But Mel and Brenda was so happy to finally leave, that he decided to not show his worry and fear.
"What are we waiting for, we don't want to piss of Mammon, now do we." Brenda said to the both of them, and they all agreed. A moment later, both Mel and Brenda helped Fizz to his wheelchair, even though he insisted that he wanted to be carried again. They both refused and gave him candy as bribe. Then, Brenda pushed out the door of the dressing room.
When they looked around, the entire building was mostly empty, so that told them that mostly everyone left already. With that, they stated to run down the area.
"So, how do we get to Mammon's office anyway? Y'all know this place better than me." Mel said as they kept on running down the dressing room area. "You'll seeeee when we geeet there, but stop when you see an elevator!" Fizz said as loudly as he could, to busy enjoying his little joy ride.
After a bit more running, they made it to the elevator. It looked like a normal elevator, except with the added function of security and money signs everywhere.
"Hold on you guys." Brenda said as she approached the keypad. All she did was punch in some numbers and a eye check before it made a ding noise. Then, the elevator doors opened for them, and they walked inside. Once Mel entered last, it shut automatically behind her, making Mel jump a little bit.
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A Love Inbetween Two Words
FanfictionFizzarolli's life was hard enough already, especially when he had to work for Mammon as his favorite clown. However, when Mammon sold him off temporarily to his brother and the King of Lust, Asmodeus, Fizz didn't know what would happen to him. Falli...