"Hey guys!" Arron and Anthony walk up to the table fizz and Karl are sitting at. They are holding hands.
"Arron, Anthony, how nice of you to show up. 2 hours after we came to check on you."
" We... Got super into it." Arron looks away as Anthony said this.
"Riiiiight. Well Karl over here is still recovering from that AMAZING move he did back at the apartment."
Arron snickers. " What, you mean smaking his head into the door frame?"
" What would you do when you see your friends doing it?" Karl mumbles before turning away.
Anthony ponders for a moment. " Well, if I were to walk in on you and fizz having sex, I would probably say: I CALLED IT!"
Fizz and Karl look at each other for a moment.
"Nope." Fizz says immediately.
"Not on my life." Karl growls.
"Hmm. Suit yourselves."
Arron and Anthony then proceed to kiss.
Fizz and Karl proceed to cringe.
"Can you two like...not?" Anthony pulls away from Arron and glares at fizz.
" Don't look at me like that, no one wants to watch you two make out all day."
Karl nods, "it's disturbing to be honest."
Arron flaunts dramatically. " You're just Jealous of our love!"
" I've had a girlfriend for 4 months dude."
Everyone looks at fizz. "You-you what." Karl stammers.
"Yeah. But unlike some people, I don't shove my relationship down their throats."
"Who is she?" Fizz looks toward Anthony.
"Her name is Clair. We met at a wedding in calimari county."
"When the hell did you go to a wedding? And who invited you?"
" Keep launching all these damn questions at me why don't you Karl. Anyway, it was my aunt's wedding, and it was 4 months ago. Obviously."
"Can we meet her? Or?" Arron asked.
"Sure. Here, let me call her."
Fizz pulls out his phone and dials a number.
"Hey babe, I used you as an example to show why you shouldn't shove relationships down other peoples throats and now they want to meet you. Yeah. Yeah, I know. How are you NOT used to this? Alright. See you in ten. Love ya. Bye."
Fizz closes the phone and looks up to find everyone starting at him.
" ...what?"
" Babe?" Karl sneers.
" Im totally calling you babe from now on Arron."
"Please don't do that." Arron mumbles.
" She's my girlfriend guys, I'll call her babe if I want."
Fizz was definitely a weird guy. Him and Karl were friends long before either of them met anthony, and even then anthony prefered to hang out with Karl more than fizz anyway.
Karl on the other hand was the crazy kind of weird. You never knew what he was gonna do next. Running into a doorframe was new for him though.
"Fizz!"
Fizz turns around to see a girl walking towards him.
"Clair!"
They hug before pulling Back and starting introductions.
'Clair, this is Karl, the idiot, and those two are Arron and Anthony, the gay fagolas.
"Are they dating then?"
" I think it's more of a friends with benefits type thing..."
"No, we're dating. It would kinda be weird not to." Anthony responds, with Arron snickering in response.
" Yeah, can you imagine that though? That would be so awkward!"
"Riiiiight..." clair says, turning back to fizz, "I gotta go, I'm late for work. Bye!"
Clair gives a peck on the cheek to fizz and walks off.
" Well? We better get going, splatfest doesn't last forever." Fizz says, gesturing torwards the voting booths.
" Roller coasters or water slides?" Fizz asks, walking up to the booth.
The other three talk it over for a second before picking water slides.
" Alright, let's go. We don't have a lot of time thanks to Arron and Anthony being late."
" Complaining isn't getting us anywhere. Let's go win us a splatfest!" Anthony pumped his fist into the air, followed by Arron and Karl immediately, and by fizz a second after.
"Let's do this!"
-time skip-
"4 POINTS?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"
"Fizz, normally I would tell you to calm down, BUT THAT IS SO STUPID! LIKE REALLY?! 4 POINTS?!" Karl yells.
To say fizz was known for his anger would be selling him short. His anger was known throughout the turf wars community as straight up DEADLY. Several squids unfortunate enough to come across fizz on a bad day would face a very painful splat. But one squid was actually killed during one of fizz's rampages. no one ever figured out what happened that day, ( which is why he was never convicted ) but you could tell he was affected deeply by it. Karl was the only one who saw the event unfold and Fizz himself was promptly banned from turf wars, but due to the lack of evidence, he was unbanned only 2 months afterwards.
Rumors were spread that he was dumped that day, or perhaps someone close to him died... No one ever knew what happened, and Karl never stopped asking fizz about it, but he never talks about it.
" Look, we should just head home. I'm tired anyways." Anthony rubs his eyes.
" I'm going home. See you guys tommorow. Bye Anthony~"
"Bye Arron~"
" Don't ever say it like that again or I will rip your vocal chords out of your throat."
" WOAH THERE FIZZ. How about you come over to my place for the night, cool your head, you know?
It wasn't uncommon for Karl to invite fizz over when he was mad, it was almost routine. Anthony and Arron were used to it, but they never questioned it due to Karl making them each promise never to ask why it happened.
"...fine. lets go."
They arrived at karl's apartment some time later. Karl's apartment, while not as close as Anthony's, was still fairly close to the plaza. Close enough to keep fizz from suddenly taking off in a random direction, ( even though he tried several times ).
" Fizz, I'm trying to help here, you need to stop trying to run off."
"Have you considered that maybe I don't want your help?! OR ARE YOU TOO DENSE TO REALISE I WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE?!"
Karl hated seeing fizz like this, it scared everyone ( especially Arron ) immensely. karl knew that fizz wasn't himself when he was mad, Arron described his behavior as " a second voice of anger" as if fizz wasn't the one saying those things.
Karl sighed and pushed the door to his apartment open and led fizz to the couch.
" I'll get you some pop." Karl walks off into the kitchen.
Karl worried himself excessively over fizz's anger ever sense the incident, as he refused to let it happen again. Anthony thought he was overreacting, but Karl insisted this was something he needed to do.
" Why do you care so much, why don't you just leave, everyone else already did."
Karl knew what this meant. He was referring to the situation with fizz's family.
His family tried to force him to move to a different city for some new business opportunitys. While he was fine with it at first, he soon changed his mind and refused to leave. So his family left without him. Left him with nothing except a small amount of food. He lived with Karl for a while after that, before earning enough money from turf wars to pay the rent at a new place.
He lived with Karl for a small while after the incident as well, taking a part time job to at least pay a small portion of Karl's rent, despite being told that it was unessassary.
" They were idiots for leaving, and even bigger idiots for leaving almost nothing for you. Your family is fucking insane for leaving a 13 year with no way to make money alone."
"...I hate them so much."
" So do I, but let's try and forget them, alright?"
Fizz sighed and turned around.
" Alright, I got the drinks."
"Thanks..." Fizz mumbled as he grabbed one of the cups.
"It's been a good couple of years without them, right? Just me, you, Anthony, and Arron."
" The fact that I can make money now helps."
" Don't be like that. We've had some good times! Remember that time Arron panicked so hard he fainted right into water?"
" Yeah... Good thing we were in a turf war..."
Karl frowned. That one always got him to laugh.
"Or what about the time Anthony splatted someone, and said "wow this team sucks" only to get splatted and squidbagged?"
Fizz giggled.
" Losing that turf war was so worth it."
"And remember that time we were standing around on top of that grate in the plaza, only for it to swing open and launch me into the wall?"
Fizz laughed.
" You should've seen the look on that old dudes face!"
They spent most of the night going over old memories. By the time they finished, it was past midnight.
"Well, we should probably turn in. Good night fizz."
"Maybe we should invite Anthony and Arron to a movie or something tommorow."
" that's not a bad idea... Let's talk to them tommorow about it."
" Cool. Night." Fizz walks off to the guest room.
"Night."
-time skip-
"It was your fault."
Fizz woke up with a start. Panting heavily, he looks over at the alarm clock.
" 2:08? Ugh..."
He gets out of the bed and walks out to the living room.
" Third time this week..."
He turns torwards a wall that has a picture on it.
" Wait..."
He takes a closer look at the photo.
Karl's on the left, and on the right is a girl in a weird cloak.
"Her..."
His eyes widen.
"No."
He takes a step back and looks at the caption.
'brother and sister'
"No. No. No. Nononononono..."
He backs up and looks at a nightstand near the couch.
He hastily opens the drawer and paws through it. He pulls out a newspaper.
The main headline reads: Girl missing!
The picture on the front is the same as the one on the wall.
" It was her...? Why didn't she tell me...!?"
A light switch being turned on catches fizz's attention.
Fizz's eyes start to water.
He bolts out of the front door and sprints torwards the exit.
"Fizz?"
Karl could not believe what just happened.
"Was he...crying?"
Karl looked at the open drawer. He searches it for a second.
"He took the newspaper..."
Karl tears up before closing the drawer and running back to his bedroom.
-segmentline-
Fizz didn't even know where he was going. He eventually found himself in the center plaza.
He collapses at a table and started sobbing.
"Are you ok?"
Fizz looks up.
"DOES IT LOO-"
He gets a good look at the squid he's talking to.
"Why are YOU here? Come to yell at me some more?!"
" If you're gonna give me attitude, I could just leave."
" Then why don't you."
" Because I need to talk to you."
Fizz sighs and gets up.
" This better be good Marie, I really don't want to get into another argument."
He starts to move, but stops.
"Wait... Why are you out here at 2:00am to begin with?"
" I needed to find you, so I was gonna go to your apartment first. I just got lucky. Should I ask why you were cryi-"
"No. Let's go. NOW."
-segmentline-
The plaza was busy the next morning. Anthony and Arron sat down at their normal table.
" Aren't fizz and Karl usually here by now?" Anthony asked, looking around.
"They're probably just running late, give them time."
" They better hurry, they're gonna miss the news..."
-segmentline-
Karl had long since decided to not go outside that day. He had decided to spend the day laying on the couch. He also decided that he probably shouldn't talk to fizz.
" The news will be on soon... Should probably watch it..."
He reaches for the remote...
-segmentline-
"THIS ISNT MY PROBLEM STOP TRYING TO THROW IT ON ME!"
"I WOULDN'T HAVE TO IF YOU JUST ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG!"
Maire and fizz had been arguing for around an hour at that point, they were so loud, they didn't hear the camera crews start to set up...
-segmentline-
A loud jingle rang through the plaza as all inklings turned their attention towards the large screen on the tower.
The shot turned to Callie standing off to one side, clearly scared, while on the other side...
"YOU'RE DODGING THE ISSUE MARIE."
"AND WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE YOU?! IN THE FUCKING CLEAR?!"
"guys..."
" ARE YOU TRYING TO BLAME ME FOR ALL OF THIS?! THIS WASN'T MY FAULT!"
"Guys..."
"I'M NOT THE ONE WHO KILLED SOMEONE!"
"GUYS!"
"WHAT?!" Callie was startled by their sudden, in sync, response.
"We're live...!"
Marie's expression changed to that of regret, while fizz...
Anger.
"Turn that off. Now."
"But we ca-"
"NOW."
The feed was cut, leaving many inklings confused.
Except for a certain gay couple.
" Arron. We need to go."
" Don't need to tell me twice."
-segmentline-
Karl couldn't believe it. Him. With Marie? Arguing?! But why? He needed to get answers.
He got up, and got ready to get to the plaza.
-fuckcouldihavesegmentedthisbitanymore?!-
Fizz stormed out of the studio, followed quickly by Marie.
"Chase, I am so sorry, I-I didn't realize we were live!"
" Oh, so if you weren't live, it would've been fine?!"
"You know that's not what I meant!"
"You don't know what I know. I'm going home."
He walks off, getting stopped by several people on the way until he was out of Marie's sight.
" ...I..."
Marie covers her face and walks back torwards the studio.
-moresegmentlines-
Fizz heard a knock on his door. He groaned and got up to answer it.
"Marie, I told you-"
"I'm not Marie, but I'm flattered you think I'm pretty enough to be her."
Fizz was staring right into Anthony's eyes.
"Dude. Stop."
Fizz shakes his head.
"Sorry. Come in."
Anthony and Arron walk in and sit down on fizz's couch.
While Anthony's apartment was comfortablely large, and Karl's was medium sized, you could tell from looking at it that fizz's motto was "just enough". They had been told fizz didn't make much money, but they thought he had enough for a decent apartment at least...guess not.
" What do you gay fags want?"
" One, stop calling us that. Two, we came to ask what happened."
Fizz growled.
" I have nothing to say."
"Bullshit. Tell us what happened."
"..."
Arron speaks up.
" You need to tell us fizz. This is clearly very serious."
"..."
"Fine. But answer me one thing."
Fizz turns to Arron.
"Did you really kill someone?"
Anthony turns to look at Arron in surprise. He goes to say something, but Arron shakes his head.
Fizz seems to be considering something.
Then he starts bawling.
Anthony jumps back in surprise, while Arron just stares with his arms crossed.
"Works every time."
Anthony turns and looks at Arron with a face of confusion.
" Sshhh... It's better to not ask."
Anthony deadpanns before bringing Arron in for a kiss.
They pull apart after a few seconds.
" Classy."
Anthony smiles.
"Only for you~"
Fizz starts to calm down.
" It was never meant to happen like that..."
The door swings open.
"FIZZ!"
"Noooooo..."
Anthony glares at Karl.
"We were in the middle of something here..."
Fizz starts bawling again and runs out the door.
Arron stares at the door before turning to Karl.
"Leave."
"But I-"
"LEAVE."
Anthony backs away from Arron.
Karl turns and leaves.
Arron sighs.
"We have to go find fizz."
-segmentline-
"FIZZ?! WHERE ARE YOU?"
They had been searching for hours at that point, and they still hadn't found fizz.
"This is hopeless. He could be anywhere!"
Arron turns and stares Anthony down.
" I will not stop untill we find him. If you want to go back home, that's fine. But I refuse to stop searching."
"Wow, so determined... It's nice."
Arron smiles and turns back around.
" This is clearly important. I'm not letting this go."
" If that's the case, then I'm staying with you. Can't have my boyfriend going through the bad parts of town alone, can I?"
Arron sighs.
" I can take care of myself..."
" Of course. I'm not letting you go alone though."
Arron looks back to see anthony grinning at him. He rolls his eyes.
"Let's try back at center plaza again, he might have gone back to the studio."
Anthony nods.
" Worth a shot I suppose. Let's hope the sisters don't boot us out."
-segmentline-
Karl hated this picture.
He stared at a picture above his TV. A small round portait of him and fizz.
That day was one of the worst days either of them had ever had. As if you couldn't tell by the obviously fake smiles. He only kept the picture because it was nearly impossible to get fizz in a photo.
" School fucking sucked. Only good thing about it was fizz and I barely ever saw him!"
He looked torwards another photo. The only other photo of fizz that he had.
It was his mugshot.
He sighed. He always meant to get rid of that. He always saw fizz staring at it during his visits. The look in his eyes was... Unsettling. As if he was about to burst out of his seat and destroy half the house!
Karl grew all the more angry thinking about what had happened earlier.
" This photo respresents all of fizz's anger and sorrow and I'm hanging it in my fucking living room."
His hands shook. His anger grew.
"HE HATES ME! I KNOW HE DOES!" His voice shakes as he screams.
He grabs the photo off the wall and throws it downwards.
The loud sound of glass shattering filled the room.
He storms off to his bedroom.
-segmentline-
Fizz knocks on the door to the studio.
He had stopped crying, and he needed to speak to someone.
He just hoped that someone would be the one answering the door.
He heard the sound of locks being undone, as well as somebody grumbling behind the door.
The door swings open to reveal a mildly annoyed Callie.
Fizz takes a sigh of relief before he explains himself.
Callie, after getting over her initial shock, nods and gestures for fizz to walk inside.
They enter and the door closes, its sound masked by the loud music in the plaza.
-segmentline-
"So."
Fizz starts to say something, but stops.
"Why do you want to talk to...me?"
"Because I need to tell you what happened."
"This morning? Or...?"
"No. You know what."
Callie's eyes widen.
"Are-are you sure?"
Fizz nods.
" It was unfair to storm off like that without telling you anything."
Callie knew this was a touchy subject. Everytime she asked Marie about it, she was met with a growl and a request to "please never mention him again".
" I should start from the beginning..."