One Helluva Ride

Chapter 42; Reconciliation

        Fizzarolli wriggled in his restraints, his face scrunching at the effort. "Ya know, you're really bad at this." Blitzø noted. Fizzarolli huffed, continuing to struggle. He fell. "Hm, ya know, last time I checked, I was a fucking jester, not an escape arti-!" Fizzarolli's prosthetics malfunctioned, causing him to get zapped. He whimpered, sniffling as tears sprung to his eyes. "I just wanna go home..." He muttered.

         Blitzø looked down at Fizzarolli. "Hm.. you want me to get you out~?" He asked teasingly. Fizzarolli nodded. "Y-Y-Yes..." He whimpered. Blitzø grinned and stood up, raising his foot to extract a knife from his shoe. "You had a knife this whole time?!"

         Blitzø sliced himself free, sidling up beside Fizzarolli. He sliced the tape off of Fizz's arms before tossing him the knife. "Now, stop bitchin' while I work on this." Blitzø perched at the edge of the cage, staring down at the supposed 'guards' Crimson left. He saw the remote to release them. "Ah, bingo!" He grinned. Fizzarolli went to his side, peeking. "So what now, genius?" He asked.

         "See that remote?" Blitzø said, gesturing downward. "I mean, I could stretch down there.." Fizzarolli muttered. Blitzø stopped him. "No, no. I have a better idea." He grabbed the bars and shook the cage, causing several boxes to fall. The boxes knocked into an imp and caused them to drop their beer mug.

         The cup knocked into another imp's card tower. In a fit of rage, the imp pulled out a gun and fired off a few rounds. "Keep it down! I'm shootin' eight ball ova' here!" One of the guards protested. "The fuck's goin' on?" Another asked from the forklift. A stray bullet hit the forklift, causing it to spin out of control. "Shut the fuck up-" The pool-shooting imp protested. He paused as he saw the forklift hurtling toward him.

         "Oh, fuck me." He muttered as the vehicle hit him. Several pool balls shot into the air. The white cue ball landed on nearby scaffolding, rolling to the remote. It fell onto the 'DOWN' button. Nothing happened. "Well, that didn't w-"

         Fizzarolli yelped as the cage suddenly dropped to the ground and collapsed. ".. show off." Fizzarolli muttered defeatedly. Splice laughed, hopping down from their own cage. "Took you two long enough," They said with a grin. Crimson was passing through a nearby hallway, having heard the commotion. He glanced over, his face contorting in rage and confusion. "The fuck?! Get them!" He demanded.

         One of the goons fired off a net gun toward Fizzarolli. Blitzø pushed Fizz out of the way, grabbing his hand to drag him from the continuous gunfire. Splice swept up a discarded gun and began defensive fire. Fizzarolli scrambled away, doing his best to avoid his assailants. He threw a juggling stick at one of them. Upon realizing that this didn't work, he set of an airhorn in their face.

         Fizzarolli tossed a banana peel onto the ground, though it proved to be in vain. "Ugh, this usually works!" He struggled in the grasp of the goon that had captured him. "Goddamnit!" Another goon approached Fizz with a cane in hand. "Fuck!" The imp shouted.

         "I've got ya, Fizz!" Splice called, shooting the assailant in the abdomen and slicing off the arms of Fizzarolli's captor. Fizzarolli spared a thankful glance toward Splice before stumbling into Blitzø. "What the fuck, Fizz? How is someone this flexible this useless in combat?" He huffed, carefully making sure Fizzarolli didn't get hurt

         "I'm a performer! I sing, I dance, I promote products I don't actually use.. I don't do danger!" Fizzarolli yelled. Splice slid up beside them. "Can both of you just focus on staying in one piece?" They asked, taking up the rear.

         "Well, good to know you're still a circus puss." Blitzø sneered, leading Fizzarolli up a ladder. Fizzarolli grumbled. "I'd give you a comeback, but that would imply I give a shit what you think." He said. Blitzø huffed. "You always cared what I thought." He retorted.

         Fizzarolli let out a dry chuckle. "After what you did to me?" He asked. Blitzø scoffed. "I didn't do anything! It was an accident!" He said. Fizzarolli's brows anchored. "An accident?! Are you kidding me?!"

         "You always had it out for me because people liked me better! You wanted me gone because you were jealous. Just wanting the spotlight!" Fizzarolli ranted. "I looked up to you. I thought you were my best friend.. you ruined my life! And then you just left me. I lost so much because of you."

         "And you selfish piece of shit.. you didn't even care!" Fizzarolli shouted. Blitzø stared with tears in his eyes. "I did care! It was an accident. It was!" He said. Splice glanced over their shoulder at the two. "Uh.. really loving the tender moment but can we please hurry this up? There's only so long I can cover you both." They said, their brows furrowing.

         Blitzø scooped Fizzarolli onto a lower shelf to help him evade fire. "Ok, you're right. It was all my fault, okay? I.. I should've done more to help. I was- I was trying. There was so much going on. I was trying to get help, Fizz! I just.." He let out a shaky breath. "It was still my fault." Fizzarolli gave him a look of disapproval. "Glad you could admit it. You want a medal?" He asked.

         "Look, I'm sorry, Fizz. I am so sorry you got hurt. I'm sorry for what you lost, and I.. I know I can never make it right. But you have no idea what I lost in that fire." Blitzø's arms wrapped around himself. "I mean it's.. it's all my fault. I'd hate me too." A tear slipped down his cheek, but he wiped it off before anyone could acknowledge it. "I mean, I do hate-" He yelped as he was pulled into a headlock by a goon. "Shit!" He quickly blasted off the head of the goon and wriggled out of their grasp.

         Blitzø grabbed Fizzarolli and helped him to weave through the shelf. "So, why didn't you try to tell me any of this? Or come see me? Even once would've been fine!" Fizzarolli asked. Blitzø turned toward him. "I tried... You were all I had left, Fizz. But they told me you didn't want to see me." He explained.

        "I never told them that!" Fizzarolli replied. Blitzø raised an eyebrow. "Bullshit. You didn't?" He asked. Fizz shook his head. "No! And no one told me you came!" He said. They both paused, sharing a moment of realization. "Ohhh.." They muttered. Blitzø jumped back as another goon advanced on them. "Woah, Christ on a stick!" He shouted, shooting them in the head. Fizzarolli frowned. "Trying to have a fuckin' emotional moment here!"

         Splice sighed. "Let me take care of this." They said, slipping a knife from the inside of their shorts. "You two keep having your little therapy session. You need it." They smiled softly. Blitzø glanced over offendedly. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?!" He asked. Splice stuck out their tongue at him before hopping off to take care of more guards.

         "Look, misunderstanding or no, it's hard to just forgive you! It's been fifteen years, and.. that's so much time.. but! I guess you didn't really ruin my life." Fizzarolli said with a lopsided smile. Blitzø did a double-take. "What? You're telling me getting blown up didn't ruin your life?" He asked. Fizzarolli shrugged. "It was painful, and challenging, and y'know.. fuck you still, but... It's not like I'm broken. And now I have someone who understands me, and.. my life has actually been pretty great." He answered.

        Blitzø rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's lovely. You got a good thing going with that horny rooster fucker, don't ya?" He said teasingly. Fizzarolli melted a bit. "Oh, yeah, it's been.. fantastic..." He muttered dreamily. "UH- cuz you know, it's a great gig! And, haha, he's got the biggest cock! You know, like- massive. I mean imagine like- the biggest! Just- a giant! Huge, like a kaiju! But it's a cock, you know what I mean? Like a big monster! It's big, i-it's huge-!"

         Blitzø stifled a laugh. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, I get it!" He gingerly put his hand on Fizzarolli's shoulder. "I'm happy for ya, Fizz." He smiled. From the outer corner of his vision, he managed to see Splice being overrun by guards. "Uh, guys? A little help?" They asked. As the two imps leaped in to help, they found themselves cornered.