Fuck you (not) (an applemedia fanfic)

🍎duck boy🍎

I have been talking with fizz for quite a bit, I don't know how long it takes to discuss some documents but its almost been an hour.
Thats good right? They're getting along?
I like fizz.

Al takes a seat beside me, Ozmo sitting beside fizz.
"You guys getting along?"
We both nod.
"Vox texted me, he said he was done and asked if we wanted him to meet us here,"
"Oh? What'd you say?"
"Yeah, duh."
"Oh? Okay no need for the sass." He jokes.
I smile at him and we continue chatting about everything and all things. You know.

Vox walks in, taking a seat beside me.
"Hey!"
"Heyy," Vox reaches his hand out, shaking ozzies hand. "Nice to see you Oz,"
"Mhm," ozzie shakes his hand, "how's your bots holding up?"
"They're doing good, although I'm not really home anymore,"
Ozzie nods, giving him a light smile.
"Wait..you buy parts from vox, the tech expert, to then create bots and sell them back to him?" Al asks.
"Yeah, he gives me a discount on any parts I buy from him for the bots, win win situation," ozzie explains.
"Smart."

Everyone talks for a little while, but as the time progresses Vox gets quiet.
I look up at him and he's zoned out of the conversation completely, so I slide my into his.
He looks down at our linked hands and up at me, I just smile.
He gives me a little smile back and gives my hand a little squeeze.
Joining back into the conversation.

"And then Ozzie like grew into a giant flame thing- and yelled at mammon- and he announced in front of the entire stadium that he loved me. But now I have bodyguards because being kidnapped and then threatened by the greed embodiment puts me in a bad position..especially with that secret out."
"Was totally worth it." Ozzie adds.
"Well id keep an eye out. That selfish manip-"
"Manipulative piece of shit. Dangerous? Yeah. I know.." fizz cuts me off.
"Well he is." I say.
"I didnt say he wasn't, but he did give me everything I have."
"No, he pushed you around and put you through a bunch of bullshit and then tried to convince you to work for him full time and leave ozzies so he had complete control."
"Same diff. I met you because of him."
"Yeah well you'd be dead by now if it weren't for me." Ozzie mutters.
"So I'm very nosey, how DID you guys start dating?"
"...uhm.." Ozzie whispers.
"Nevermind. Touchy subject." I say. "How'd you meet?"
Silence.
"Okay..fuzzy whats the story behind the whole jester look?"
"I grew up in a circus and worked in clowning for mammon," he answers.
"Ouhhh. Wait thats so cool!"
He smiles.
As we continue talking Al rests his head on my shoulder.
These poor antisocial demons..
You really wouldn't expect it from either of them since the work in media.
He yawns and his arms slide around my waist.
"Okay, I think it's time to go.."
"Awh man." Fizz says. "Give me your number so we can talk!"
"Of course! 666 - ### - ####"
"Got it!"
Al gets up, stretching, his tentacles taking the chance to spread out a bit to, one of which knocking into a light. "Oops."
"It's all good," ozzie says. "Have charlie let me know the plan."
"Will do." Al yawns.
"Bye fizz! Bye osmo!"
"Bye luci!"
"Bye!" Fizz says, waving at me.
As me Al and vox make our way out.