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FizzaRolli sighed as he stepped into the large open space, the green double doors swinging shut behind him. He plastered a smile onto his face as he bit down the urge to ring his hands in anxiety as he walked further into the fire lit room, glancing around for the King he was there to see. A large wooden table sat in the middle of the room, a green table runner draped across it and chairs made from the same wood surrounding the table.
Suddenly a green puff of smoke surrounded him and Mammon was standing behind him with his hands on his shoulders. “FizzaRolli, ya cunt!” He exclaimed as Fizz turned to face him, laughing lightly to hide his anxiety. “Ya look good, haven’t put on any weight or anything. Good on you my boy!” Mammon patted him on the back, nearly knocking all of the air from his lungs.
“Heh, thanks sir,” he grinned up at the Sin, leaning into his performer instincts.
“I needed to talk to you about this new deal I got for ya, now that you’ve won that contest. Those limbs I got ya hooked up with weren’t cheap ya know, so you gotta pay me back for ‘em.” Mammon walked around him and to the head of the table, sitting down and sliding a stack of papers toward a seat next to him.
A seat he clearly wanted Fizz to take, with his back to the fire.
He took a breath and creaked his way over, ignoring how the robotic limbs Mammon had gotten him pinched him on every movement and didn’t sit quite right- they were spare parts from old dolls that had been sold in the demon’s likeness before he won the competition. Once he had won, Mammon hadn’t liked how much he seemed to jolt around and had had the dolls broken down. The legs and arms had been adjusted and fit onto Fizz, giving him a sleeker look that was less jolty when he walked thanks to the joints being made better but it came at the price of his comfort.
He pulled the chair out and carefully sat down, trying to ignore the heat of the fire on his back as he pulled the papers to him. Skimming the papers briefly, he raised his eyebrows and looked up at the grinning green Sin. “You want to create dolls in my image?” He hadn’t expected it, sure Mammon had done it to the people before him but they didn’t exactly look like him, and Mammon was so set on people being perfect.
“Yeah, you’re the winner and people are already crazy about ya. Plus, you’re already half metal anyway!” Mammon laughed and picked up a bag of popcorn that was brought in by a little imp, who fled the room as fast as she entered.
“And you want Asmodeus to produce them? He’s the King of Lust-“
“Exactly! The dolls will be able to do anything people need, including fuckin’ them!” Mammon crowed before taking a handful of his popcorn. “Don’t tell me ya don’t wanna be fucked Fizzie.” He grinned, green lightning striking around him briefly.
“Uh, no, no, that’s okay, they can be produced as you planned.” Fizz startled, worried over upsetting his idol so early in. He couldn’t let him down, or his fans. Besides, they’re just dolls. It’s not him they would be doing anything to.
“Atta boy Fizzy! Just sign on the dotted line on the bottom of the papers.” Fizz turned the papers over until he found the line, picking up a pen with his clumsily controlled hands and signed off on them, glancing over his slightly shaky hand writing. Mammon snatched the papers back as soon as they were signed, and they were gone in a poof.
“I’m gonna set up a performance for ya for the big announcement, so keep a eye out for my call. Ya did good, go home!” Mammon stood and poofed out of the room after giving Fizz one final pat on the back, taking his popcorn with him.
Fizz sighed in relief and stood, glancing at the fire for a moment before making his way out of the room. He nodded to the imps bustling around the building as he left, stepping out onto the dirty streets of the Greed Ring. Walking down the street and stepping around the trash lining the curbs of the streets, he glanced up and saw a lit up sign of a bakery just up ahead. It was nearly six and his stomach was starting to growl in protest of being empty, he had done well in making Mammon happy today, he could handle a little treat. He stepped into the building, a little bell chiming above the door as the smell of sugar and vanilla wrapped itself around him like a warm hug. He made his way up to the pastry case and examined all the goods, his eyes catching on a small row of macaroons. Just the perfect size, wouldn’t affect his weight because they would be easy to burn off with his high metabolism, and they were some of the cheaper goods.
A small wolf like demon made her way over to the counter and raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes briefly catching onto his arms before flicking up to his face. “Would you like a macaroon?” She asked, her voice honey sweet but seemingly disinterested at the same time.
“Yes, please. A chocolate one.” Fizz stood and up fully again and walked over to the register, pulling a small wallet out of his sleeve and handing over a bill to her. She took it, handed him the macaroon and his change. “Thanks,” he smiled and turned, stepping outside and biting into his sweet. He glanced around to make sure he wouldn’t run into anyone before stepping out onto the street, finishing his macaroon as he walked. He paused at a corner, waiting for traffic on the street to clear long enough for him to make it across, and looked around as he waited.
Near a corner of a building behind him was a little imp child, and he felt his heart splinter when he noticed they had tattered clothing and broken horns. He didn’t have much himself, Mammon didn't exactly pay him much, but he remembered when he and Blitzo were in that exact same situation. Always struggling to make anything, back before the circus was doing well because of word of mouth of his performances. He patted his pockets and found the change from the shop, walking over to the child and kneeling down, smiling kindly at him and making a show of pulling the coins out of the little child’s hair and even the last one from his horns. “Here you go, you misplaced your change!” He chuckled as they child laughed happily, but then smiled up at him thankfully and hugged him after pocketing the change. Fizz froze for a moment before smiling and hugging them back, gently rubbing their back between their shoulder blades. The child pulled back after a few moments and ran off, Fizz watching them from where he was kneeling on the ground. He smiled softly and stood, turning to walk back over to the street and running straight into someone.
“Hey, watch it!” He exclaimed on reflex, stepping back and looking up up up and finally into the face of a rooster? He felt his stomach drop slightly as he realized he had just yelled at a King, but he had spent his years in hell learning one thing- adapt or die. He just needed to adapt to the situation.
“Excuse me?” The King asked, looking taken aback as he peered down at the little clown.
“What, can’t see or hear anyone smaller than you?” Fizz crossed his arms over his chest, the metal elbows creaking slightly as the joints bent.
“Uh, no, I can hear you.” He raised an amused eyebrow and stepped to the side, giving Fizz even more room to move around.
“Pfft, so you just didn't pay attention then. Should work on that,” Fizz commented as he walked around the King and over to the street which was just empty enough for him to cross. He could feel the Sin’s eyes following him as he crossed the street and disappeared around the corner, his posture relaxing now that he was out of what could have been a dangerous situation. He made his way down the streets and eventually up the stairs to his small apartment, collapsing exhausted onto his twin sized bed as it creaked from under him.
He pulled his phone from his sleeve and sat it on the bedside table, then pulled off the excessive parts of his costume and tossed them toward a small bin in the corner of the room. Each toss made it perfectly, and eventually he was just in his undershirt and jester hat. He huffed now that he was comfortable and settled in for a quiet night in.