Notes: Blitzo drowns out his sorrows after the mission at the warehouse. Here it is! This is one of my favorites so far in terms of both the writing process and reading it.
The ride home was relatively uneventful, just Loona and Blitzo listening to music on the radio.
"Uh Blitzo, I'm gonna be out for the night. There's gonna be some sick party going on in the human realm tonight. I'm probably gonna invite Octavia and some others along." Loona chimed in.
"So? You're 18, sweetie, you don't have to ask me about it. Just be back home safe."
"Thanks."
The pair arrived home and went up to their apartment. Loona got some things from her room and headed out.
"Catch ya later sweetheart," Blitzo said, giving a gentle wave from the kitchen.
"Later da- I mean, Blitzo," Loona said, waving back before shutting the door. Blitzo smirked hearing her almost call him dad.
"Okay, now how the hell can I drown out my sorrows?" Blitzo said to himself, looking through the liquor cabinet. He shoved away bottle after bottle until he found a half empty bottle of whiskey.
"Bingo!" He took out an old fashioned glass, poured himself a drink and shot it down.
He shivered as the alcohol singed his throat. He poured himself another, stared down at the glass and sighed as he swirled around the drink.
Blitzo couldn't stop thinking of Stolas, it raged around in his mind, feasting at his thoughts.
Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a mysterious pink tar pooling on the countertop. He closed his eyes and shook his head in bewilderment and it was gone.
He finally downed the drink and poured the next glass. He shot back that one too.
Again he saw the tar pooling itself on the counter but larger than last time, and again it vanished.
He went to pour himself the next drink, his hands now shaking.
The pool of sludge only grew, now flowing into the sink.
Blitzo stepped back from the counter, now overtaken with the sludge, spilling over the countertop and onto the floor, now pooling at his feet.
Then one by one, the tiles beneath Blitzo gave out, leaving only a black void behind. He stepped back as they fell row by row, trying to escape before falling into the abyss.
He landed in a barren wasteland on top of the pink tar-like substance from before. He was wearing an outfit similar to his clown costume, made up of bright red and pure white.
The tar clung to his outfit and he struggled before he broke free. He looked up to see a sketchy looking Moxxie.
"You really just don't get it do you?"
Blitzo stumbled back.
"No matter how many times it happens, the fact of the matter simply never sinks into your dimwitted skull."
He crawled back further before bumping into something and looking up only to see Striker towering over him.
Striker leaned over Blitzo. "You act like you're better than everyone else but you never had the guts to take the deal, Blitzo. You were too much of a coward !" Striker picked Blitzo up and tossed him away.
Blitzo looked around only to be surrounded in a ring of blue flames.
Out of the flames emerged Fizzarolli.
"You weren't even good enough for your precious family or friends and look where they ended up." He laughed as he detached his robotic body until he was a pile of limbs, his body appearing similar to a skull and crossbones. Fizz reanimated himself and slugged Blitzo around again, back into a pool of pink tar.
As Blitzo got up from the fall, the tar materialized into the form of Verosika. She crawled closer towards him while he backed away. "Then once you were done burning those bridges , you decided to indulge yourself in a relationship where you got all the praise and adoration you desired, acting like I was just some kind of toy to you."
A set of mirrors fell from the sky and surrounded Blitzo on all sides.
"Didn't that work out great Blitzo? You did get what you wanted right? You got it all out of your system?"
As Blitzo looked around at the mirrors, they visualized a younger pre-transition self. He winced at the image he saw, remembering how insecure he felt.
"Come on everyone, let's all give this imp a round of applause." Verosika's voice now sounded as if it was being projected from an old microphone.
A spotlight beamed on Blitzo. Canned applause erupted and only grew louder. Blitzo started to curl up into a ball, close his eyes and cover his ears.
"Shut the fuck up! All of you shut up!" He yelled.
The ring of mirrors shattered, the spotlight shut down and the microphone squealed. The ground beneath Blitzo shook violently.
From beneath the earth rose a stone idol of Stolas. The idol moved, creating new cracks in the rock which then seeped with gold, and plucked Blitzo from atop his head.
Stolas held Blitzo in his hands as if he were a fragile egg.
"Such a funny situation isn't it Blitzy? You crave intimacy, but, once it is given to you on a silver platter , you reject it out of fear of what it may bring."
He then clasped his hands together and Blitzo was strung up like a puppet, hanging by delicate golden threads.
Stolas's head stretched and morphed into a sketchy looking version of Moxxie's and his voice taking on a hint of his qualities.
"But, I'm not even sure if you realize what a relationship should be, since you have a tendency to want to sleep with anyone that has a modicum of closeness to you."
The head then morphed into sketchy versions of Millie, Moxxie, Fizzarolli and Verosika before shifting back to the idol of Stolas.
"Isn't it funny, Blitzy?" Stolas laughed, breaking into a cackle. The idol Stolas crumbled and morphed into his demon form.
"Isn't.
It.
Funny?"