Second Time's A Charm
Helluva Boss and all characters therein are owned by Vivienne Medrano and Spindlehorse.
Fan theories presented are my own.
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The echos of gunfire fill the dark back alleys of Hell. Down in the Greed Ring, amidst the automatic clips and chaos, a conversation long past due is taking place.
"You were all I had left Fizz and they told me YOU didnt want to see me." Blitzo (the o is silent) crouched behind a wall of unmarked boxes, gun in hand preparing for his next target.
"I never told them that!" Fizzerolli protsted, crouched along side his best frenemy.
Blitzo, checks the round count in his pilfered weapon, snaps the clip back into place and looks at the jester skeptically. "Bullshit. You didnt?"
"NO!!" Shouted Fizz, "And no one told me YOU came!!"
Tormented memories flood Blitzo's mind as he processes Fizzerolli's statement.
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Cash Buckzo stands, arms crossed, glaring at a teenaged Blitzo. "Why are you here."
Blitzo glares back through his unbandaged left eye. This is the 5th time he's snuck out of his room and down this hallway and he's been stopped by someone new every fucking time. He hasn't seen Cash since he was admitted. The Imp looks fine except for a partially bandaged tail.
"I want to see Fizz." demands young Blitzo, "I NEED to see Fizz." The desperation in his voice grows as he tries to push his way into the hospital room. "Fizz!! Fizz I'm here!" He shouts, reaching toward the door.
"He doesnt want to see you." Cash insists.
"Your lying, Your ALWAYS lying." Growls the teen.
Cash strikes Blitzo knocking him to the floor, "How dare you! After EVERYTHING you've done. After Everything YOU'VE cost me! The circus, my star, our home, your Mother..."
Blitz curls into himself as he lay on the floor, steeling himself against the continued blows from his father. "I WAS TRYING TO HELP! I TRIED TO SAVE MAMA!!" Blitzo remembers the sting of smoke in his lungs, coughing, searching burning tent after burning tent calling out for his Mother. Running back for Fizz and finding him gone.
Cash stands, fists clenched. "Barb pulled your mama out of that tent. You did NOTHING to help ANYONE. I LOST EVERYTHING. And its All. Your. Fault." Cash accuses. Blitz lays still, remembering Tilla Buckzo's shallow grave.
Blitzo uncurls and sits on the floor, bandages now loose showing the pink tone of fresh burns. Stunned and Devestated by his father's words, he glances past Cash and sees a 'Get Well Fizzerolli' card, signed Mammon, on a table filled with flowers, and a bed that is flat where the gradual rise of a blanket should be.
"NO ONE, wants you Blitzo. Not me. Not Barbie. And definitely, not Fizzerolli." Cash turns his back on Blitzo, mumbles "Worthless" and disappears into Fizz's room, closing the door behind him.
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"CHRIST ON A STICK!!!" Blitzo instinctively fires his gun into Crimson's suprised henchman. Fizz kicks them backward off the wall and proceeds to scream at their incompetence.
Fizzerolli grabs Blitzo and stretches, stepping over to a central platform suspended above the warehouse.
"Misunderstanding or no, Its hard to just forgive you" Fizz explains pulling Blitzo around so he can fire another round into an attacking baddie. "It's been 15 years, but, I guess you didnt really ruin my life."
" You're telling me getting Blown Up didnt ruin your life??"
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A week after the fire Cash Buckzo finds himself pacing the floor of a shady hotel room in the Greed ring working through the details of a past contract.
"Mammon, we had a deal. 3 million for the talent. I dont control when an imps birthday is. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THE ENTIRE PLACE WOULD BLOW!! Kids still good, just...shorter." Buckzo slams his fist down on a nearby table "WHAT KIND OF SIN ARE YOU to try and go back on a SIGNED CONTRACT... Not my problem."
Later that night a different connection is made.
Osmodeus lounges accross a plush purple chaise in his signature box at his nightclub, Ozzie's. Its a cool night in the Lust ring and the guests are feeling drunk and "cozy". A phone rings and a long blue arm reaches gracefully over to pick up an old style receiver.
"Mammon, honey, to what do I owe the pleasure. Really. Oh My! Intriguing. I think we could work something out. Bring him to me."
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Back in the warehouse the fight, and conversation, rages on.
" It was painful, and challenging and you know, Fuck You still...but its not like I'm broken. And I now have someone who understands me and my life has actually been pretty great." Fizz grabs Blitzo as he shoots a new round of attackers and stretch steps off the 12 ft shelving to the floor.
Blitzo relaxes, looking at his lost love with new eyes. "You got a good thing going with that horny rooster fucker dontcha?"
"Yea, its been...Fantastic." A gray blush comes over Fizz's pale, scarred face and his eyes turn soft.
For the first time in 15 years Blitzo feels a spark of peace. Realizing that Fizz never really hated him and is truly happy, fills his heart with a joy he will never admit.
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Ozzy and Fizz: 10 years earlier
"Good Morning. Fizzikins!" A melodious voice rouses a sleeping Fizzerolli and Osmodeus rolls a full breakfast cart into the room.
"I made pancakes! Your return performance is tonight and I thought we should celebrate!"
"Oz please, Im not ready for this."
On the bed, a set of scared yellow eyes peek from under a hood made of sheets. " What if everyone HATES me."
"They wouldn't dare." Replies Oz in a seductively dark and menacing tone. He quickly bounces back to coddling and upbeat as he joyously plates pancakes with whipped cream for his partner.
"Babe, your going to be great! It's a sold out show! The people love you! I love you. Just be that you that made me fall in love." Osmodeus walks casually over to the dressing table and returns to sit at the foot of the bed, handing Fizz a colorful jester's hat.
"That strong little imp who had the patience and willingness to trust, and try, and laugh until we found the perfect solution."
A stretchy arm reaches out and accepts the hat as a red nose slowly emerges from the bed sheet hood. "But if I flop and Mammon changes his mind about the endorsement..."
Osmodeus reaches a hand out and places it on Fizzerolli's.
"I promise you. Not gonna happen."
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"... and he's got the BIGGEST COCK. You know, like, MASSIVE!" Fizz stretches his arms to show Blitz just how big his catch is." I mean imagine like THE BIGGEST! Just a GIANT, HUGE, like a KAIJU, but its a cock, ya know what I mean??"
Blitzo chuckles under his breath at his friend and smiles, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, I get it! I'm happy for you Fizz."
The moment is disrupted yet again as Crimson's goons move in, surrounding Blitzo and Fizz, cornering them at last.
"Fizz, remember how you used to distract my dad so I could steal his booze."
"I mean, yea, why??
"Well, I need to get up to that window there to bust us out."
"Ohh hohoho" a playful sneer creeps over Fizzerolli's face " One distraction, coming up!"
One Tony winning performance later, Fizz and Blitzo find themselves on the outside of Crimson's collapsing warehouse.
"You're actually pretty good at this action hero bullshit" pants Fizzerolli, feeling the exhaustion of the day settling in.
"And you really know how to put on a show. Which is almost as impressive...as the thing... you said I was good at." Blitz pants out, running high on the adrenaline of a good fight.
Laughing they walk toward a car and hotwire it. They climb in, ready to drive into the night. "This is perfect" thinks Blitz, " He has to want to forgive me! "
Out from the darkness a crack erupts and Fizzerolli is ripped out of the car.
"GET YOUR FUCKING SHIT STAINED CLAWS OFF HIM!!!" Blitzo screams aiming his gun at the head of the interloper. He is SO done with this night. Why cant he and Fizz have one Peaceful Fucking Moment to repair their relationship!
Striker has Fizzerolli at gunpoint. "Is it bad that I'm getting hard?" Questions Fizz aloud, putting his destractable power to use.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! WHY IS IT ALWAYS A SEX THING". No matter what, Its fun to fluster Striker.
At this moment Blitzo takes his opportunity, firing at a set of gas cans he prays to Satan are full.
The explosion throws a burning Striker accross the lot and lands Fizz in the center of a green inferno. Blitzo watches Fizz stretch to escape and fail as his mechanical arm falls into a stretched out pile on the ground. Fizz closes his eyes and freezes. The past trauma leaving him paralyzed in fear.
Blitzo hears himself scream and launches into a series of circus acrobatics. Muscle memory and instinct guiding his every step. He anchors his tail and bungee dives into the flames grabbing Fizz and flipping themselves out of danger.
Furious, Fizzerolli turns, grabs Blitzo and shakes him violently. "YOU BLEW ME UP AGAIN YOU FUCKING PRICK!!"
Blitzo accepts the abuse calmly, feeling he's earned it. "I did. But this time, I stuck around."
Fizz releases Blitzo and steps away, clutching his malfunctioning arm as it completes its slow retraction. The next second Blitzo finds himself wrapped in the embrace of his childhood friend and first love. Tears of relief fill his eyes as he slowly allows himself to return the hug. Fizz has forgiven him. Yet, tears are the one thing he will not allow this night. So, before it gets out of hand..."Wooould it Fuck up the moment if we made out right now?"
Fizzerolli glares.
Mammon's Palace, later that same night:
Mammon, on the phone, is a dark shillouette in an oversized chair. "Thats right. An Imp named Crimson. Worked for me in the past. Crossed a line and endangered one of my 'investments'. The Greed Ring is feeling a little bit crowded these days..."