The episode begins with a flashback, showing a giant stadium at the center of the Greed Ring where thousands of spectators are watching the stage at the front. Spotlights shine everywhere before green flames sprout at the stands.

"Alright, folks! Give it up for the king of all things greeeen! Hell's number one clown! The money-maker himself!" An announcer speaks off-screen.

A giant sign pops up from the stands and makes a spinning slot motion like a slot machine before it stops at a jackpot, revealing the name of the sign: Mammon. The scene switches to the spectators all cheering for the one demon to appear on stage. One of the spectators is the younger teenaged Blitzo and Fizzarolli before the fire accident. The boys were all screaming and they were making applause for the most popular figure in the Greed Ring.

"The sin you all looove most - Mammon, King of Greeeed!" The announcer cheered.

In a rockstar entrance scene, Mammon slides on stage with a guitar and pops up on stage with green flames and confetti bursting from behind him, wearing sunglasses.

"Heya, implings! How're you little [Not appropriate for YT nor this website] doing tonight? I hope you're ready for the best fucking show you will ever see in your..." An explosion occurs on scene before his face gets a close-up, "...shit lives!" Mammon smiled widely, "We have the young star, Sniper taking the stage tonight!!"

Like everyone else, Blitzo and Fizzarolli are having the time of their lives, screaming their lungs out.

"Mammon, Mammon, Mammon!" The Crowd cheers.

"Right. I got tons of really fuckin' cool..." Mammon spins his guitar, "Shit for you 'ere tonight. But, first, how many of you worthless bitches wanna be big clowns like me someday?"

Although Mammon couldn't hear Blitzo and Fizzarolli screaming their lungs out, they excitedly raise their hands up, in hopes of getting picked by Man on himself.

"I do, I do!" Fizz cheered.

"Me, me, me, me, me!" Blitzo cheered.

"Well, I'm happy to announce that I will be starting up a new, yearly clown pageant!" Mammon smirked.

Just as he was making the announcement, the camera scene pans out to reveal a giant sign behind Mammon that saids, 'Mammon's Super Fucking Rad as Shit Clown Pageant' before more explosions bombed on stage with fireworks and confetti.

"YEEEAAAHH!!" The crowd cheered.

Then the camera screenshot zooms in on Mammon up close.

"You know... Like one 'a them fucked up beauty contests, but for clowns, so it's better!" Mammon smirked.

The camera pans out again with the sign that says: 'It's Better' before it arrows point at the sign. Then more fireworks and confetti exploded on the scene. Then the scene switched back to Mammon again.

"Just for all you aspiring, clown kids out there!" Then he picks up an imp child with glasses, "A new chance to work with me, Mammon!"

As he was explaining this, Blitzo finds it very uncomfortable just by thinking about it, making a look of uncertain disgust, while Fizzarolli was staring at Mammon with bright eyes of admiration.

"And be the new face of my clown-ish brand!" Mammon added.

Then he pulls the imp kid back like a rubber band before throwing him off-stage.

"I can't wait to see all the new talent I can exploi..." He catches himself, "U...Um, fuck. Wait, I mean enjoy..." He gave a nervous laugh, "Uh, watching me grow my empire! Also, if you're a chick, maybe give up on your dreams now. Cause, I'm not gonna lie: women just ain't funny..." He pauses, "ANYWAY! My plan is to find the new face of my brand, YEAH! So, they gotta bring the good shit! The winner will get to be like the son I never had, and I'll be like the stepdad that will love you when it's convenient!"

Switching to teenage Blitzo and Fizzarolli, Fizzarolli continues to look at Mammon with exciting admiration, while Blitzo turns sour after realizing what a letdown Mammon was since he's trying to make a scam out of everyone in the crowd.

"Wow!" Fizzarolli's eyes sparkled, "Do you think if I do that...I'll be able to meet Sniper too?" He smiled widely.

Blitzo just heard Fizzarolli and looked beside him with one eyebrow raised in surprise. Then the scene comes back to Mammon.

"You might be a lunchbox, an action figure, Saturday morning cartoon. Hell, I might even make a sex robot of ya! I don't know! I mean, if we'll make money, sure. But it's not weird." Mammon laughed.

Then he spots a random imp in the crowd and then he points at the one with glasses.

"You're weird, you sick fuck! And, if you say it's exploitation, fuck you!" Mammon forced a smile.

As Mammon was going on ranting, the scene switched to the stage. The crowd was dead silent after hearing his complaints.

"It's not exploitation! If you think that then you're a dickhead." Mammon growled.

Then the camera makes a close up again.

"Anyway, CLOWNS!" Mammon smiled widely, "Now...please clap your dirty hands together for the Pop Sensation of the hour...SNIPER!!"

As he finishes, shadowy figures of clowns and whatever kinds of demons appear behind him. Then the crowd was back to cheering, but the ones at the front weren't so lucky as they were dogpiled by the shadowy clowns swarming all over them. Sniper walks on stage as she is covered in robes.

"ALRIGHT! LET'S GO, YEEAAA..." The crowd cheers.

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Then the scene changes to the aftermath of the rock-style concert showing from Mammon. Teenage Blitzo and Fizzarolli are walking down the street after the whole clown swarming fiasco in the stadium.

"Alright, I'm gonna say it. That was too many clowns." Blitzo crossed his arms, wearing a Sniper t-shirt.

"I have to win that pageant someday. Can you imagine how amazing it would be to get to work with him and Sniper?" Fizzarolli's eyes sparkled.

"What's the point? Isn't being the star of our imp circus enough?" Blitzo asked, "Plenty of people already know who you are, Fizz. You don't need to go work for Mammon like some creepy mascot." He smiled.

"It's not about that! It's getting to work with my idols." Fizzarolli sighed as his eyes sparkling with admiration, "I just love that he's giving someone new the chance to be in the spotlight! He's an inspiration...and Sniper includes everyone...and she seems so nice."

While Fizzarolli was daydreaming, Blitzo was still having uncertainty of Fizzarolli's expectations.

"Well he's...definitely something alright. I mean, I dunno, was it worth all our savings just to have him put on an over-hyped commercial, and then bitch about taxes, and then assault us with clowns, vomit, and pass out on stage?" Blitzo rolled his eyes, "Now Sniper...that's a different story...As an artist...she sings with such emotion..."

Fizzarolli laughs, "So worth it!"

Unbeknownst to them, a stranger appears behind the light post, looking at them from behind like a creepy stalker before he scurries away like a raccoon.

Fizzarolli sighs, "Blitzo, do you think I could win if I worked really hard?...I think..."

"I think if anyone's gonna be the new clown face on everything.." Then he grabs Fizzarolli by the head and he gives him a nuggy and laughs.

"...it'll be you, Fizz." Blitzo smiled.

Suddenly, as they were talking, the same stalker appeared in front of them under a light post shining on him.

"Holy, shit! You're Fizzarolli! Oh, MAN! Your stuff is great!!" The stalker smirked.

Fizzarolli is immediately creeped out by the sudden appearance of a crazed fan standing before him.

Fizzarolli spoke nervously, "Oh...hey, there. Thank you, I appreciate that."

Fizzarolli and Blitzo find the crazed fan hard to ignore and they walk past him to get away from him. But just as they were ahead, the crazed fan zips past them to be in their way, stopping them from leaving.

"Woah...oh...okay."

"After seeing your shows, I wanted to get into clown performing, too!" The guy smiled.

While Fizzarolli was looking a bit nervous, but Blitzo looked like he didn't care.

"I'm really good!" The stalker smiled more.

Fizzarolli gives a nervous chuckle and he heads toward him to give the crazed fan a handshake as a sign of appreciation. On the other hand, Blitzo was scowling at the crazed fan, and somehow, he recognized him.

"Hey, aren't you that creep who's always trying to sniff around our dressing rooms?" Blitzo states.

However, as Fizz was about to give him a handshake, he stops, suddenly, Burnie grabs hard on it and then he pulls Fizzarolli up close to his face, completely oblivious to Blitzo's presence.

"I have the best idea for a duo performance between us, that should spice up your act. Picture this: We start it like a romantic, ballroom dance or a..." Burnie was stopped.

"Dude, weird fuckin' pitch. Fuck off!" Blitzo exclaimed.

"I was talking to the clown, asshole!" Then Burnie twists Fizzarolli around to face away from Blitzo so he can continue on with his crazy sexual obsession with him, "I'm sorry, Fizzie. I'm not normally so aggressive, I promise. I've just waited my whole life for an opportunity like this!"

Up close of the Burnie's glasses reflecting the anxiously nervous Fizzarolli.

"With your fame, and my raw, undiscovered talent, I know we can..."

"Hey, shit-dick, beat it now or I'll make ya swallow your fangs!" Blitzo has had enough of this creepy stalking moment and he comes up to break it up.

Burnie keeps on ranting as if Blitzo was not there, "Fizz! You don't want me to leave, right? Tell him you don't want me to go!"

Fizzarolli, now very uncomfortable about their encounter, decides to not deal with this anymore and pulls his hand back.

"I... uhm... We have to go now. Thanks, though!" Fizzarolli leaves the crazed fan.

Then Blitzo shoves past him with one hand out of the way with a deadpan look. Then Burnie realizes what has happened and holds his arm in a heartbroken pain and collapses to the ground in anguish.

"Eugh! Fiiizz! FIZZAROLLIIII!" Fizzarolli throws one nervous glance behind to Burnie before leaving with Blitzo, "Fine! Fuck you! You think you're better than me, you elitist prick? Your act's fucking trash anyways!"

The scene comes back to Blitzo and Fizzarolli with Blitzo looking back with disgust.

"Cheeeese and hot sauce Fizz, your fans are something else." Blitzo sighed.

"What if my acts are trash? What if I'm never good enough?" Fizzarolli questioned.

T̴̠͔̖̈̉̽̓̀̀̾̇̈̄̑̐̋͛͠ḧ̶̛̥̭̥͚̳̰̗̰͍̺́̽̅͊̑͗̾́̓͜ͅį̸̛̟͖̗͍̩͎͉͓̟̙̩̺̳̉͊̋̓͋̒͌̎̇́̋͌̚̚͜s̵̡̨̨̢̢̛̯͇̮̪̠̙͕̝̩͛̀̒̔̂̃̅̂͂̌̏̍̏͠ ̵̼̩̭̣̝͚̈́̋͌̽̉̋̐̀̚ẇ̷̧̬̥͇͉̰̿̉̃͂́̏ͅo̸̧̨̬͖͖͎͆̀̈́̌͑̓̅̉ͅȑ̴̡̨̞̟̬̪͕̠̦̬̝̼̰ͅĺ̴̛͎̠̯̞̟͛̍̓̈͌̓̅̀̽̚̚͝͠d̸̹̥̼͓̚ ̵̣̬̳̣̳̹̱͚͈̟̬̖̣͎̈́̈́̿͐͊̽̍̿͛͘i̵̛̛͈͕̳̮̗̭̤̹̿̈s̸̨̢̪͎̬̱̼̭̺̻̹̮͈̓̅̀̀̈́͝n̷̡̛̲͖̰̟̙̮̻̑̄̃̔̅͗͌̀͆͘͝͝'̴̡͔̫͕͑̓̈́̾͘̕͠͝t̸̯̻̺͖̙͍͕̱́ ̴̨̛̟͐͂̃̂̈̏̒̍͑̕̕̚͝r̴̠̜̮̱̤͍̔̌̓̂͒̑͌̉̊́̃̿e̸̗̺̹͎̮̻̝͙̼̦͋̉̕͜ͅa̶͙̦̗̰̒̽̍͐̋̃̚̕l̷̨̨̙̭͈̼͙̗̥̮̱̠̂́̆̏͆̕͘.̸̞̓̄̆̈́̔͘̕ͅ

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̸̛̙̠͖̣̂S̴͔̀̀̐̓̎̂͆̀̈̕̕̚h̵̢̛̠̯͕͎̪̝͖̩̣͇́̏̊̉͜͠͝ě̷̡̢̖̮̊̒́̈̋͒͆̓͝͝'̴̨̪͔̗͔̏̆͒̊͆̈́́̈́̚͜͜s̵̢̮̞̪͍̦̻̤̝̫̘͙̘͓̅̉̓̾̂͛́̄̎͛̑̐̚ ̷̰͇̙̬̐̿̈̆͘͠t̷̠̣̥̞̹̙̤̖̻̬̜̣̦͉̞̐̒̍͊̀̇͝͝h̵̡͈̞̤͎̐̄̒͐̌̕̕͜͜͠ȩ̴̮͙͖͇̪̟̲̍̀͛̈́̓̓̾̄̿̌̏̄͜ ̸̨̹̼͖̜̺͈̲͗͋̃̊͛́͝͝o̵̡͇̖̠̬̯̞̥̳͎͓̱̤͚̙̓́̏̐͠ṉ̵͍͛̈́̈ę̵̬̰̬̙̜̪̫̻̪͉̯̦͈͆͛̌ ̵̢̡̟̭̻͙̬̭̥͖̲̟͔̓̉̋̍̽͊ẅ̴̢̛͓̟̣̤̪̈́͛͊͐̏͝h̵̢̨̤̟͖̫͈̗͎̒̀͘͠o̷̱͍̳̝̜̠̘̖̬̝̱̫̩̖͑̄̉̾ ̶̙͖̰̃͑̒̚͘͝w̴͓̝̦͖͙̅͂̅̒͋̄͐̐͘̕͜͜a̴̧̻̥͍̩̬͙͖̞͍͎̋̍͐́̎n̶̢̦̥̥̤̭̙̺̠̻͓͓̅̔̈̓̅͋͆̉̿̐ͅt̷̨̖̼̬̬͕̖̠͚̪͈͚̿̅̉͆̽̈́̾̑̕͜͝͠ͅs̷͈͕̹͍̱̞͚̣͕͔̙̯̘̽̓́̉̒̄̒̅̐́̿̕͜͝͠͝ ̶̱̫́̉̒̔t̶̡̡̻͕̯̳͚͍̞̣͆̽̑̓̓͋́̏̐̆͆͝h̴̢̨͇̤̬̖̩͉̼͇̞̟̲̠̀̽͊̾̐̍͛̎̈́͝͝i̶̢̲̪͚̲̜̙̥̍͝s̵͕̜̯̫̰̗͇̓͑͒̐͌́ͅ.̶̨̨̹̰̩͍̘̠͖̪̝͌͋̈́̋

"Hey, hey. Don't let one asshole get to you, 'kay? You're...you are plenty good enough." Blitzo smirked.

"But, I have to be perfect."

Blitzo groans, "Do you?"

"I'll just have to keep practicing, and someday, maybe, I'll be good enough for M..."

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But Suddenly, the sweet tender moment between Blitzo and Fizzarolli was cut short by a TV static scene that blocked the entire thing before the scene apparently fixes itself to a flashforward, where an explosion occurs as Mammon reappears on screen.

< It's me, Mammon! And I'm here to announce the amazing new brand... >

He showcases the new robotic android of the original Fizzarolli.

< Fizzie! We got a Fizzie for every occasion! >

The commercial shows various Robo Fizzes that are branded for every purposes and skills such as one being stomped on, as a fireman, a therapist, one waiting in a shopping line, as a doctor, one that was big and obese before deflating into being small and skinny, one where Hellhound kids were chewing on while fighting over it, one being used by a teen imp as a chair, three horny female imps licking and sucking on another one.

< We got fluffy, toy Fizzie, fireman Fizzie, therapist Fizzie, wait in line for you Fizzie, doctor Fizzie: beeps every time it senses cancer! Fat Fizzie, skinny Fizzie, so many Fizzies! And if you wanna fuck 'em, you can! We got Fizzies for the kids, Fizzies for the teens, and Fizzies for you sick, fucking degenerate adults! We got 'em all! All based on my new face, Fizzieee! We even have Sniper enjoying one! Isn't that right?>

The camera shifts to Sniper who was in a back robe, a hood covering her head as she simply gave a thumbs up. Mammon then brings up the adult Fizzarolli on camera. He appears to be nervously smiling with a bead of sweat on his forehead. He jabs a thumb to himself to show he's the one and only real Fizzarolli.

< That's me! > Fizzarolli started an uncomfortable laugh.

< Buy yours now! Do it! >

The commercial scene zooms out with a giant 'Buy' logo behind Mammon and Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli makes one last nervous chuckle before the commercial explodes in the scene.

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Ś̷̢̹̰̥͕̌̐h̵̟̹́̏͗̍̈́ē̵̖͖̓ ̴̼͐̂̑͋̀w̷̧̱̙͒̀̀͝i̶͇̳̼̓̍̈́͝l̷̺͍͈̄͘l̸͎̫͇̈́́͌̕͜ͅ ̶̧̬̥̫̗̑̌̚ǹ̴̯ẽ̵̼̩̘̜͕́v̴̡̘̙̯̬͋̅̀̅̕è̵͙͈̹̩r̷̨̺̜̱̩͑ ̴̩̼̣̖̗̎g̴͎̘̗̞̓̏̃̒ę̸͙̦͙̑́͛̇͘ṫ̸̡̧͖͕͌̂̚̕ ̷͓̥̰͉̖̋t̶͉͛̐̚ḧ̴̡̨̟͙́̆͘e̴̩̪͎̓̀͝m̸̨͔̫̃̓̀̚͝ ̴̭͓̎͝͠b̵̜͑̌̂͂̀a̸̖̬̙̓́͘͝c̷̖̋ͅk̵͕̾͛̚͜.̴̧̳͙̄

We cut back to the present, with Fizzarolli looking into his mirror, focused on a gray patch with a scar over his right eyebrow with great concern. Then he begins searching around the vanity area for something as Asmodeus stands behind the couch nearby.

"Oh, fuck. Mammon is gonna notice that. Ozzie! Where did my foundation go?!" Fizz looked around.

"This is the tenth year in a row you've done this stupid pageant, Froggie. And you win everytime! How come you're always so dead set on this?" Asmodeus leaned on the wall.

"I wanna make Mammon proud, okay? He's...really passionate about the craft of clowning. He expects perfection, so I...I gotta be perfect...and plus...Sniper will be there this year as an ending act! She's not even participating!" Fizz sighed.

Fizzarolli slumps into the couch as Asmodeus approaches him.

"Fizz, you ain't perfect! Nobody is! How abooout, you sit this one out, and let someone else take the spotlight? You deserve a break. Or a vacation, where you don't have to fend off creeps the entire time." Asmodeus smiled.

Fizzarolli scoffs, "I had to fend of creeps before the robots, I just have thirstier ones, now. Besides, I just... have to do this!"

Asmodeus frowns, "Lemme rephrase: I don't like how many creeps you have now, thanks to Mammon. And I don't like designing sex toys with your likeness for him! Pretty sure you feel the same."

Fizzarolli was frustrated, "I just don't think about it, a toy is a toy!" He tries to calm down, "Look, Ozz, I'm fine. Working for Mammon is a big deal to me. He's been my idol since I was five, I can't just...not compete! I'd be letting him down! Th..The fans down!"

Asmodeus spoke bluntly, "Mammon can eat my ass..." Fizz looked at him, "...in a bad way. Fizz, I've known that guy since the start of Hell, and He. Fucking. Sucks. Always has! He doesn't even do clown shit anymore."

Then Asmodeus sees the dejected look on Fizzarolli's face and lets out a heavy sigh before handing him a small jar of foundation. (Apparently, he had it on him the entire time) Fizzarolli takes the jar and, while facing the mirror, applies some until the gray patch is gone.

"I just don't want you doing all this for someone's approval. Sometimes heroes let you down." Asmodeus stated.

"I know, Ozz. But, this... i...is for me. I don't wanna lose." Fizzarolli looked down sadly.

While watching Fizzarolli prepare for the contest, Asmodeus begins to think of something.

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L̶̨͔͈͎͋e̷̕ͅt̷̨̯̺͈̍̔̈̄̏ ̷̲͍͖̖͒͂̎̌̅t̴̩͊̂̿ḫ̶̢͎̄e̴̪̪̟̗͖̓̈̍̅́m̸̾̌͜ ̶͐͗͗͜r̵̭̱̒̎͠e̷̲̽͋̅͋̚s̷̜̣̲̞͇͌͐͋͠t̶̡̡̺̬̰́̄̕͝.̶̺̠̪͚̠̓̈́͗̚

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̵̨̢̧̍̌͊ͅL̸̞͈̩̅͗̏ẻ̸̢͉̮̞̩͒̌̚t̷̛̺̯̜̹̂̎̋ ̶̺̮͇̈́͂h̵͔̑̋͜e̷̠͈͇̦̠͆r̷̞̠͚̼̈́̌͠ ̴͈̞̤̤̳̒͊̈̈̍b̶͚̘̜̊̈́e̴̞͙̤̬͕̐ ̵̺̺͕̅̑̽̚͜f̵̺̩̮̥͒r̶̜̘͌̿e̴̫̓͋̒͠è̵̫̝͌̂̏͗.̵̢̲̞̜́̋͌

We cut to Blitzo, alone in his house. He is sitting on his couch in the dark, while disgustingly eating cereal when his phone rings.

Blitzo's mouth was full, "Yello?"

We intercut between Blitzo in his house, watching a movie about horses making out and devouring a large block of cheese whole, and Asmodeus standing behind a curtain in front of Fizzarolli's dressing room, initially keeping an eye on Fizzarolli before walking away to continue with his phone call.

< - Is this- Fizz's former bestie, then lifelong enemy, then recent hero, now newly rekindled sort of friend, Blitzo? >

"Ehn, that is a weird way to put it, but..." He spoke proudly, "eeyup, that's me." Blitzo smirked.

< This is Asmodeus. >

Blitzo spoke surprisedly, "Oh, shit. The big Ozz himself! Heh, is there a reason you're calling me on the weekend Your sin...sinness? Sinfulness? Sin..." He was stammering, "Royal, big man?"

< You've lived rent free in Fizz's head for years, so I can't help feel he values your take on things. >

"Yeah, I was the one who usually had the stronger opinions. Yeah like, like one time, he tried convincing me that juggling was cool, but it's only a little cool at best." He leaned back.

< Look, he's deadset on re-entering Greed's yearly clown pageant. >

Blitzo spoke sarcastically, "Wow, big fucking surprise there."

< I was hoping to have some...backup in convincing him that this thing is a waste of time. >

Blitzo spoke confused, "What? Why? Doesn't he always win?"

< 'Cause Mammon is a selfish, manipulative, piece of shit! > Asmodeus tries to calm down, < And Fizz doesn't listen to me when I try to tell him that. >

Blitzo was considering it since (Y/N) wasn't there for the day, "Well, my special skills are killing things without giving fucks, and pointing out people's flaaaws.." He was smiling, "Alright, count me in!"

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Then we jump to a circus tent in Greed as a crowd is gathered behind a blockage. Then a limousine arrives in front of a red carpet. Then Fizzarolli leaps out of the limo and greets the fans as they cheer him on.

"Hup- hup- Hey!" Fizz smiled.

Asmodeus steps out in his lowkey form while Blitzo, dressed as a bodyguard, falls out and faceplants onto the ground.

[I'm not lying, it said lowkey in the transcript XD]

"Fuck!" Blitzo curses.

Fizzarolli and Asmodeus walk down the red carpet, while Blitzo brushes himself off, and catches up with them, pulling a gun out.

"We love you, Fizz! Yeah, baby, yeah!"

"Wow, I have not been to a crowded event in years." Blitzo noted.

Fizzarolli seemed annoyed, "Can you remind me why you're here, again?"

"I uuuh... invited him. To help you, with extra security. You know your fans. Since I can't be with you, I felt he'd be the next best thing." Asmodeus smiled nervously.

Fizzarolli sounded skeptical, "He'd be the next best thing?" Fizz gestured to Blitzo, who was staring at the Sniper posters with stares in his eyes.

"Well, he kept you safe when I wasn't able to, so I trust that." Asmodeus smiled.

Then an imp child lets out a high-pitched laugh, only for Blitzo to aim a gun at him. Asmodeus chuckles nervously.

"Mmm-hmm. L'il sus, babe." Fizz whispered.

Fizzarolli walks ahead as Asmodeus and Blitzo share a knowing glance at each other. Blitzo nods and Asmodeus leaves the area. Blitzo catches up with Fizzarolli.

"You're doing an awesome job, Fizzarolli!"

"Come on, it's just like old times. I'll make sure no one gives you shit, today." Blitzo smirked.

"You mean besides you?" Fizzarolli crossed his arms.

Suddenly, Mammon appears in a green explosion. But for a second the screen glitched to show Fizzarolli dead as Asmodeus cries and screams in silence. It glitched back.

"Aaay, there he is!" Mammon holds Fizzarolli's face by the jaw, "Now, how's my bright, shiny, brand baby doing? Ready to reclaim your win another year? Yeah?"

Fizzarolli spoke in a muffled tone, "You know it, Mammon sir."

Mammon puts Fizzarolli back down, "Goooood. Cause, you know, I saw your competition, and it's pretty stiff, right? You are gonna have to try extra hard like- fixin' that posture."

Then Fizzarolli straightens up.

"Not gonna lie, you're looking a bit chungo, yeah?" Mammon smirked.

Then Mammon pats Fizzarolli's tummy in emphasize, causing Blitzo to remove his sunglasses in disbelief.

"Maybe lose a few so we don't gotta make any more adjustments to the Fizzies. People like 'em skinny as FUCK." Mammon laughed.

Fizzarolli spoke awkwardly, "Oh...right, sir. Of course! I'll work on that." He feels his ego deflate.

Blitzo looked appalled, "What?!"

Then Blitzo approaches Mammon and Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli is nervous about introducing Mammon to Blitzo and he starts to shake a little bit from the interaction.

"Oh? And who's this dumpster-diver ya got here with ya?" Mammon asked.

Blitzo spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, "Hi, yes. Nice to meet you, I'm the one who saw through your fake-ass bullshit from the day I had to spend all my savings on the shit covered, dick show you called a performance. Thanks for that, by the way." Blitzo laughed.

The screen glitched again as Blitzo was seen to be with his mouth shut and (Y/N) hugging Blitzo's still, dead body, crying. It glitches back.

Fizzarolli spoke nervously, "Haha...ha... ignore him, sir. He's uh... he's like this all the time. He thinks he's funny."

"Offended." Blitzo muttered.

Mammon wss smiling, "Riiight, yeah. You can shut your (honk) [NO NO WORDS]-ass mouth, boy." He turned to Fizzarolli, "I'll see you on stage! And don't forget to fuckin' smile Fizzarolli."

Then Fizzarolli gives Mammon a big smile and a salute. Then Mammon steps closer to the tent.

"The smile is the face people like to seeee froooom you!" Mammon waved.

Then Mammon disappears in a puff of smoke.

"Wow, that guy sucks so hard." Blitzo rolled his eyes as he felt someone bump into him.

"S...Sorry...bitch..." The tall imp rushed off, leaving Blitzo confused but his head a shiver down his spine.

Fizzarolli was frustrated, "Look, Blitzo, I don't know why Ozz brought you here, but can you at least not talk back to my boss?! I need this gig!"

"Why? Don't you have the world's best sugar daddy and 'Sugar Tits'?" Blitzo questioned.

"I just need it, okay?!" Fizz sighs then to himself, 'Smile inside and out.'

Fizzarolli walks further down the red carpet with a smile on his face while waving to the crowd as they cheer for him.

"We love you, Fizz! We love you, Fill! We love you, Fizz! Ready for another win, Fizz?"

"Oh, pfft. Well, I don't wanna assume, but, as always, I have an act that's without a doubt gonna..."

"...fucking lose!" Two voices rang out.

Then Fizzarolli stops and turns to see a fish demon stop in front of him. Then she flips her fin hair and then she moves to reveal her sister before they pose together. Then the crowd goes wild for the new addition: The Glam Sisters.

Fizzarolli gasps nervously, "Oooh, fun. You gals gonna be competing as well? That's really nice."

But the girls continue posing as they speak.

"You can shut up now you fugly imp." Glitz stated.

"Yeah, see we didn't come to chat, we came to win." Glam continued.

"Wow, what attractive attitudes you got." Fizz forced a smile.

"Like we care what your opinion is Fizza..." Glitz stops to think, "uh..." She looked at her twin.

Glam quickly responds, "...rotty!"

Glitz growled annoyed, "Shut up, I was thinking of one!"

Glam spoke in a sassily tone, "Should've been faster."

"Whore!"

"Slow-ass, bitch."

"You know, it's pretty telling that you snatches can't even keep your stupid mirror schtick together. It ain't cute." Blitzo rolled his eyes.

"We don't need to."

"We put our energy towards our performance."

"And winning Mammon and Sniper's favor."

Fizzarolli was smiling, "Oh, well. I look forward to seeing what you do, and may the best clown w..."

Glam Sisters spoke together, "We plan to."

Glam laughs as Glitz flips Fizzarolli off. Then the Glam sisters walk pass Blitzo and Fizzarolli into the tent.

"...win." Fizz slowed down.

Music starts.

https://youtu.be/rCJeOgrVqJA

"Aw, man. I didn't a rat's ass about this competition. But, Christ on a stick Fizz, pile drive those sluts." Blitzo sighed.

Fizzarolli begins to feel the pressure of the competition.

"Yo' Fizz, You okay?" A voice spoke behind him.

Fizzarolli and Blitzo both turned to see a hooded figure as their jaws dropped.

"Y...You're...You're...You...You are...SNIPER?!" Fizzarolli exclaimed.

"Oh...Uh...Yeah..." Sniper nods as her manager, who was also in robes, walks behind her.

The figure looked at the two but didn't speak. Blitzo and Fizzarolli felt so excited that they were actually meeting a Pop Sensation that had been performing for her whole life.

"Well...Uhh...Good Luck!" Sniper waves and walks off, her manager behind her.

Fizzarolli felt a bit more pressured.

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The scene changes to inside the tent where a shark-shaped arena is housing the competition. Then all the contestants appear on stage as the crowd goes wild. Mammon sits in a web-like seat at the very back, accompanied by two robo-fizzies, one of them fanning him. A tall imp was sitting on Mammon's lap, while playing on his phone. Mammon sinks his teeth into a chicken drumstick as the contest begins, sharing some with the imp on his lap.

"We've certainly got some quality up here tonight, folks. Will Mr. Ten years running come out on top? Or is it time for fresh meat?" An Announcer speaks off-screen.

Fizzarolli performs his juggling act on a unicycle, but he ends up with the balls bouncing off of his head.

Mammon: Juggling, it's objectively cool

Our returning champ is nobody's fool

But, what's this?

The Glam sisters above him are on a tightwire. Glitz is sitting on a unicycle pedaling while holding up Glam, who is upside down and juggling the balls with her feet. Glam lets the balls fall, landing on Glitz's knee as she balances them perfectly.

Mammon: The twins bring it up to the wire

Then the Glam sisters are lit on fire as they glare smugly.

Mammon (???): Also, they're on fire

Points for style (Points for style)

The crowd goes wild (Crowd goes wild)

Then the scoreboard changes, putting Glitz and Glam in the lead with 123 points. Fizzarolli trailing behind with 115.

Mammon: It's the pie gag and the twins want a taste,

Glitz and Glam smile at the audience as they pick up a pie with one hand and hold each other's free hand.

???: But, what's this?

The Glam sisters prepare to shove a pie in their face, when Fizzarolli appears in between them to take the hit. Then Glitz and Glam glare angrily as Fizzarolli sits down in a chair nearby, then he poses as a pile of pies drop on top of him. Then he kicks a leg upward and smiles as the residue of pies land on the girls' heads.

Mammon: It's Fizz in the face

He takes the cake and he eats it, too

He's hungry to win, and he's covered in goo

That's point for cream the crowd screams

Then the scoreboard changes again, putting Fizzarolli in the lead with 375. Glitz and Glam trail behind with 327 points.

Mammon: Ba-ba-balloons , he's pumping them out

Then Fizzarolli blows seven balloons up and then he twists them together to make an image of Mammon's head.

???: From where I'm sittin' you can hear the crowd

Then the Glam Sisters appear, holding a crown made out of balloons.

Mammon: Not give a shit cause the twins are here

Then the Glitz and Glam place their crown on top of Fizzarolli's Mammon face, stunning him. Mammon laughs, impressed with the action.

???: They're full of sin and they're here to win

Then the scoreboard changes, once again, this time tying Fizzarolli and the Glam Sisters for first place with 666 points each. Then Glitz and Glam grin maliciously as they glare at a nervous Fizzarolli.

???: Holy, moly! Things are not looking good for Fizz-a-rolli

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The crowd cheers as Mammon appears on stage.

"And, now, you (honk), we're down to our clowny finalists." Mammon announces.

"Mammon! Mammon!"

Then the spotlight from behind Mammon blinds a topless fan, who is sitting on the shoulders of another imp holding a sign that says 'Charge Me Mammon' and her credit card number. Then she falls backward into the crowd. Then Mammon rushes over and holds Fizzarolli up.

"My very own pride and joy, the marketable son I never had, Fizzarolli! And the surprisingly funny women act that made me reflect on my earlier statements, thanks to the lovely information from my own lover!.." Then Mammon drops Fizzarolli as he approaches the other finalists, Glitz and Glam, "The Glam Sisters!"

Then Glitz and Glam pose with Mammon. Then Fizzarolli puts on a forced smile for the audience, before Mammon pulls him over.

"Now, we're gonna have a quick meet 'n greet with our finalists...Sniper will also be having a meeting 'n greet!" Mammon informs.

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"So, fork it over, kiddies! You know it's worth it!" Mammon laughs maniacally, holding his lover close to him.

Then Mammon laughs maniacally again as he takes large bags of money from the guests before pushing and kicking them into the area. Then he notices that someone put a lint and a coin and a paperclip in his hand and frowns unimpressed. The poor imp child eagerly stands in front of him, until Mammon snaps his fingers and a minion places a 'Poor Sap' bag over his head and takes him away.

Inside the 'Meet 'N Greet' area, Glitz and Glam are posing for pictures while performing some acrobatic tricks. Sniper was greeting fans normally as her manager and two security guards kept the fans from getting close, Blitzo looked at them as his eyes widened. Fizzarolli, hiding behind a cardboard cutout of himself, quietly approaches Mammon at the entrance.

"Hey, Mammon, uh... I may not be uh... i...in the right headspace to interact with the fans right now. Is it okay if I maybe skip the whole thing?" Fizzarolli smiled nervously.

Mammon was still collecting his money, "Psh, of course not."

"I just really don't think that I'm really..."

Mammon picks Fizzarolli up by the face, muffling any explanations.

"Aaaw, come on, Fizzie, my boy. Don't you wanna do this for your fans? Listen to them!" Mammon smirked.

Then a crowd of rabid fans are waiting to meet Fizzarolli, including a giant hairless dog demon.

"They're dying to meet you! Dying to see your little Fizzie face! You gotta make a good impression, mate. The better the impression, the more they'll want a piece of you they can take home and fuck! Don't you want that, Fizzie? To be fucked?!" Mammon smirked still.

"Uhhh... I mean..." Fizz started stammering, "No, not really, actually."

"Fizzie, I...I'm not gonna lie, I want that." Mammon holds Fizzarolli close to him, tightly, "So, come on, just do this one thing for me."

Fizzarolli's voice was muffled, "Okay, sir."

Mammon spoke excitedly, "Aw, you're a bloody legend, Fizzie! They're gonna wanna fuck you..." Mammon hugs Fizzarolli tightly again, "..like you're fucking my heart with joooy right now! Now get out there and make me proud..." Mammon puts Fizzarolli back down and pinches his cheek, "you stupid, little (honk)"

Then Mammon disappears in a burst of smoke. Then Fizzarolli coughs as Blitzo appears nearby, hanging from the ceiling by a cord attached to his belt. However, Blitzo is unable to get himself rightside up.

"Wow, Fizz, you let him talk to you like that? You got some kinda secret kink I should know about or something?" Blitzo stated, as he handed so much Sniper merch.

[Not Sssniperwolf. Sniper was in the weapon, just in case anyone makes that ref. It's not meant to be a ref, it's Sniper as a weapon not Youtuber.]

"It's just how he is." Fizz forced a smile.

"I mean. Shit, if he talked to me that way..."

Fizzarolli groans, "Ugh, it's fine." Then Fizzarolli walks over to meet his fans, "Heya, folks! Where ya from?" One of the fans flashes her breasts at Fizzarolli, "Oh! Lust, love it there, obviously. Wet Dreamsville, hah!" Fizz signs books, toys, and even a hellhound's chest, "Best pharmacies in Hell! Ragesburg well," Fizz speaks in a southern accent, "Nice to meet cha, partner. Ha ha, I don't do accents. Fun!" He hugs two fans, "Ah, nice to meet you, too!" Fizz stands in front of the crowd, "Thank you so much for coming to the show."

"We love you, Fizz!" The crowd was chanting, "Fizz! Fizz! Fizz! Fizz!"

Fizzarolli frowns solemnly, until he notices a young imp holding a pen and piece of paper waving happily at him. Then he puts the pen and paper under his arm as he speaks to Fizzarolli through sign language.

~ Fizzarolli! I'm a big fan! ~ The kid signed.

Fizzarolli blinks twice before smiling.

~ Come on over here. ~ Fizz used the come sign.

Then the kid rushes over and opens up his paper. Fizzarolli happily signs it and gives it to the kid, who smiles happily.

~ I want to be a clown just like you. ~ The kid smiled widely.

~ You can do anything you want to do. ~ Fizz smiled brightly, ~ I hope you're excited for the biiig finale! ~

"Boo! Boo! Sellout piece of shit!"

The crowd looks around confused, wondering where the booing was coming from. Fizzarolli gestures to the kid to head back into the crowd. Sniper was even looking in the direction.

Fizzarolli smiling nervously, "Uh...wh...c...come again?"

"Ughh, your act is such fucking trash; always has been."

The crazed 'fan' climbs up behind the back of the crowd, revealing himself as Burnie Burnz, the imp stalker who was obsessed with Fizzarolli all those years ago.

"Except! now, I have to see your smug face plastered on everything, everywhere! And, you can read all about it on my review blog: fuckfizzbutnotinasexyway.compainer.com.org.gov." Then Burnie falls back into the crowd after having lost his balance.

Then Fizzarolli shifts nervously at the reunion.

"Hah, well. Anyway, folks, heh..." Fizz smiled nervously, trying to ignore Burnie.

Burnie reappears, having to crawl his way to the front of the crowd.

"You're not even a clown anymore. All you do is work at that..." Brunie turns around as he stomps his foot, dramatically, "...overpriced, sleaze joint, and then every year, you come back here to put us through the same tired, old routine."

Blitzo watches through his sniper scope as Burnie begins to approach Fizzarolli, forcing Fizzarolli back before recognizing him.

"Is there a single, original idea in that head?" Burnie asked.

Then Fizzarolli finds himself literally backed into a wall with no way out.

Fizzarolli's nervousness turned to panic, "I uh...uh...uuuh..." He let out a shaky laugh.

Burnie Burnz was towering over Fizzarolli* You fucking suck, and so do your products. Your sex-bots can't even get me off right, you know-

Then Blitzo lands in front of Burnie and he aims his sniper rifle at him. Burnie freezes with his hands up, but it does nothing to stop him from talking.

"What? Still think you're too good to even talk to me? Still gotta get this chump to stand in for you? You're fucking pathetic." He spoke passionately, "To think, what we could've been together..."

Then Burnie fantasizes himself and Fizzarolli holding hands happily skipping through a meadow, before shifting to a ramp where Burnie wears a crown and a cape as if he was a king, holding a chain attached to the neck of Fizzarolli, wearing a latex stripper suit happily kneeling down on all fours.

Burnie Burnz looked at Fizz furiously, "...if you hadn't been too up your own ass to listen--"

Then Blitzo aims the gun forcefully at Burnie.

"Yeah, one more word out of you, Twat-stain, Imma blow your head clean open in front of all these fucking kids."

Blitzo stops and he looks back when he hears Fizzarolli hyperventilating. Poor Fizzarolli is clearly beginning to have a panic attack. Then Blitzo's worry turns to rage as Burnie begins the laugh maniacally. Then Blitzo slams the hilt of his gun into his face, knocking him down. Now Burnie's face is bloodied and bruised with one of the lenses of his glasses is cracked.

Burnie Burns grumbled, "You're not done with me, Fizzarolli."

"Oh, but he is..."

The two look to see Sniper as she walked over and pulled out a sniper and pointed it at him.

"I'll give you to the count of five..."

Burnie's eyes widened.

"Five."

Burnie didn't believe her. Fizz and Blitzo both looked shocked.

"Four."

"Three."

Burnie knew that Sniper wasn't afraid to do it and ruin her reputation.

"Two."

Then Burnie runs back into the crowd and disappears. As Fizzarolli continues to hyperventilate, Blitzo rushes over and catches him when he collapses. Sniper walked to Fizzarolli and patted his back.

"Hey, hey...Woah, woah, you good?" Blitzo asked.

Suddenly, Mammon appears in a green smoke, throws Blitzo aside, and holds Fizzarolli up. Sniper stared daggers at who was next to Mammon.

"Yeah, mate? You alright, Fizzie?" Mammon asked.

Fizzarolli looks up at Mammon, who glares at him, threateningly.

"Yeah...yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm...I'm fine, yeah, heh." Fizzarolli forced a smile.

Mammon looks Fizzarolli over and smiles.

"Tell you what: I'll let the hotties go on before ya, give ya some time to get your shit together." He spoke quietly, but menacingly, "Get your shit together, Fizzie. You're a bloody legend." Mammon's voice started to yell enthusiastically, "You're a bloody legend, ya bitch!"

Mammon spins Fizzarolli, and sends him toward the backstage entrance. Fizzarolli catches his breath, still shaken from the ambush. Blitzo rushes back over, still concerned for Him.

"Oh, shit. That guy got to you, didn't he? You know you don't have to..." Blitzo was stopped.

"I do, Blitzo. I do." Fizz looked at Sniper, "Thank you..."

"No problem.." Sniper smiled and handed the two a Sniper bracelet as Blitzo squealed silently, "Prodiocal..." She walked off.

Then Fizzarolli walks over to the stage as Blitzo rushes after him.

"Fucking hell, Fizz this is stupid. That clown shit is not this important.

Fizzarolli: This job is! Without it I'll lose-

Glam Sisters: Everything!

[The Glam Sisters laugh evilly as they step through the backstage door, with their eyes shining brightly through the dark before fading.]

Blitzo: Seriously, that guy is a fucking dick, and he's using you for everything, cause you're likable, and he's a fucking trash fire.

Fizzarolli: No, he's not! He's just trying to make me good enough.

Blitzo: Good enough for what?

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̶̡̢̠̠̠̰̤̗̻͐̐̊̎͐̾͌W̴̢͖̫̪̙̤̝̖͂ͅh̴̡̬̥̬̎͊̿̎̀̇̑ỳ̷́̍̏ͅ ̴̢̼͉̼̇̾̿͜d̶̨̟̪̟̰͈̎̿̑̋͒͂̔͝i̸̙̭̺̖̺͈̞̩̾̂̈́̉̽̐̈́̈́̓d̷̡͍͖̗͔͍̗͙͑̂̚ń̷̝̮̳̻̜̯̫̌͠'̷̘̤͓̤̦̬͙͖͕̅̋͛͘t̷̖̣̫̫̜̘̱̎̃̑ ̶̢̩̘͍͉̲͊̂̎͠͠ͅy̸͚͐̐̑̉̅̍̓͝ṓ̸̤̘͚͓̤̎̃͂̈͗͝ư̵͕̘̠͖̠͖̋̎̒͌̒̎͝ ̸̺̥͛d̸̮̫̜̺̯̽̌̃ì̵̹̾e̴̯̼̱̽͛̀̂̾?̴̨̜͕̠́̈̔̓̋̈̕

https://youtu.be/UfwJL5hd3CQ

Then the crowd settles down in their seats as the lights in the arena dim. Then pop music plays as Glitz appears inside a spiral whirlpool before cutting through it with her hand, beginning the song.

Glam: Get ready for the new look

New rhythm and a new hook

Not here to cuddle

more like leave you in a puddle

Then Glam's arms move from two to four as Glitz appears from behind her in unison.

Glam: Little double trouble got ya boy shook

Glitz: Ha, ha, here's the sitch'

Feed sin with ya taxes

Greedy greed wins where the cash is

Wanna sell my funny, slutty body to the masses

Glam Sisters: Feelin' lonely on a Saturday night

Well, money can't buy happiness

But, it can rent you paradise

Then the spotlight changes to neon lights. Then the girls begin to float above the stage, rotating in a circle formation.

Glam Sisters: Give in to temptation

Take your time I'll be patient

Be my little piggy let me

scratch your dirty itch

Then the Glam Sisters sprout wings from their back, performing aerobatic moves as they continue singing. Fizzarolli watches from behind the curtains, afraid that they may actually win the pageant. Sniper stood next to him, which made him much more nervous.

Glam Sisters: I'm a klown, bitch

Fix up your frown, bitch

Gimme the crown, bitch

You hear that sound

You're goin' down

Fizzarolli tearfully runs away from the backstage, passing Blitzo. Then the girls hold each other as they lean back. Then water pours on them and they lean upright again, flipping their fin hair for the audience and smiling.

Glam Sisters: Cause I'm a klown, bitch

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Glam Sisters (offscreen): Get ready for a...

Back with Fizzarolli, he enters his dressing room hyperventilating and slams the door behind him. Then he heads over to his makeup desk and looks at his reflection in the mirror.

Fizzarolli was breathing heavily, "O...Okay, Fizz. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. It's okay, it's fine. You have a show to do soon, it's fine."

Fizzarolli wipes sweat off his forehead and looks at his hand. White makeup was on it. Then he looked in horror to see that the scar above his left eye was visible.

Fizzarolli gasps, "Oh.. oh no, oh- no, no, no, no." He noticed it was strained, "No, no.." He was hyperventilating.

Fizzarolli gets a makeup brush and he tries to apply it to the scar, but his hands are shaking rapidly. Then he gets a heart-shaped make-up kit with Ozzie's name on it. Then he opens it up to reveal a heart shaped mirror.

"It's okay, you're fine. You need to be fine." Fizz forced a smile.

Asmodeus: appears in through Fizzarolli's dressing room door, "Fizz! Are you okay?"

Fizzarolli stopped, turning to Asmodeus, "Why does everyone keep asking me that?? You shouldn't be here, Asmodeus. I'm fine, please!"

Asmodeus tries to enter the room, but due to his tremendous size, he couldn't get through the door. So, with a snap of his fingers, he shrank down to a much smaller size, allowing him to enter the room and up to Fizzarolli.

"Come on, Froggie..." Asmodeus smiled.

"I'm fine! I'm fine! Just needed a minute!"

"You aren't okay, you're shaking." Asmodeus asked, getting concerned.

Feeling pressured, Fizzarolli gets up, walks away from the desk, and toward the poster next to the doorway.

"Ozz, I'm about to go on for the finale, I need some time to mentally prepare." Fizz looked down.

"Fizz, come on! I'm trying to talk to you, you can't force yourself to..." Asmodeus looked at Fizz.

"Ozz, I have to do this. This could be my last chance to prove that I'm still good at this. That it's not over! That I'm still good enough! It's not just Mammon." Fizz looks to poster, "I'm fine. I just...need to be better." He returns to makeup desk.

"You think you need to be this perfect, model performer, but that's because Mammon is always forcing that image onto you!" Asmodeus states.

"But, everything I have is because of Mammon. I have this life. I have security. I have you. Without Mammon I wouldn't be... I wouldn't have... I just... I have to win this." Fizz stresses.

"Fizzie..."

"I don't want to lose." Fizz walks away, "Because I feel like if I lose this, I lose you."

[Q^Q]

Asmodeus scoffs, "How would you lose me?" He holds Fizzarolli's shoulders, "Come on, Froggie."

Fizzarolli pushes Asmodeus's hands off his shoulders, "You're only with me because of who I am at my best! I'm barely worthy of working with a King of Sin 'cause..." Fizz removes the jester hat off to reveal his broken horns, "THIS IS WHO I AM! Without all this..." His voice was breaking, "I'm just nothing..." Fizz turns away in tears, "...and Mammon made me... this. I owe it all to him."

"Fizz, Mammon didn't do shit. You already were this. You'd be this no matter what! You are the most inspiring demon I have ever known, and meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I adore your inventiveness, your attitude, your resilience. And..." Asmodeus nuzzles Fizzarolli's cheek, "...you're just the cutest little thing alive. Also, you are a waaaay better performer than Mammon ever was, and thaaat's just facts."

"It's... It's hard, you know? To t...trust that. I... I just..." Fizz hugs Asmodeus, "I love you so much, Ozzie."

https://youtu.be/1aHK_qg1Wuw

"And, I love you, too, Fizzarolli. And I would whether you win this bullshit or not." Asmodeus smiled.

"Well, I kinda spent my whole warmup having a panic attack, haha." Fizz forced a laugh.

Asmodeus: Crooked horn, crooked grin.

Fizzarolli walks away, with a small smirk on his face.

Asmodeus: You're a crooked, horny,

Freaky, little joker.

Fizzarolli: You're a Deadly...Sin.

Asmodeus: And I don't wanna hear another goddamn word about

'Win, win, win.'

Then Fizzarolli puts his hat back on, and Asmodeus takes his hands as they ballet danced across the room.

Asmodeus: Oh, oh, oh, I think you're messy,

But, I'm messy, too.

*guitar strumming* No, no, no, I wouldn't clean a thing

When I ended up with you.

Fizzarolli walks away for a moment, with an expression of doubt and sorrow on his face.

Fizzarolli: I don't know you waste your time on me

Asmodeus: Baby, all I got is time.

Fizzarolli: When there's so much I'll never be.

Asmodeus: *laughs* Holy, shit!

Then Asmodeus holds his hand as the two of them stare each other straight in the eye.

Asmodeus: Babe, there's so much you can't see.

Fizzarolli: What can't I see?

Then Asmodeus and Fizzarolli resume their dancing as they do a duet together.

Asmodeus and Fizzarolli: Oh, oh,

Asmodeus: You're a broken record,

Don't you ever shut your crooked little lips?

"What do you want me to do with my lips? Heh-heh." Fizz laughed.

Asmodeus and Fizzarolli: Oh, oh, oh you sure are lucky

You make my crooked heart do

Freaky, little flips.

Asmodeus: You make my crooked heart do

'Froggie' little flips.

Fizzarolli laughs, "Ribbit."

Fizzarolli sighs happily. Then Asmodeus and Fizzarolli lean in and share a loving kiss. Suddenly, their loving kiss is interrupted when the door was kicked open by Burnie, who is holding a dagger.

"You're gonna listen to me now, BITCH!" Burnie stated.

Suddenly, Burnie's head explodes, leaving only the outer layer remaining before falling to the floor. Then Asmodeus and Fizzarolli stare at Burnie before looking over to the wall where the bullet responsible resides. Then the vanity mirror splits into two even pieces, marking where the bullet flew between them.

"Oh, so you two are an item?" Blitzo smirked.

Then he glares intensely, before nonchalantly polishing his gun and puts his sunglasses back on.

"Well, congratulations, you fucking hypocrites." Blitzo sighed, "Imma try to shoot my shot with Sniper!" Blitzo walked off.

As Blitzo walked off, he burst into Sniper's dressing room two see two familiar faces having a good time.

"MOXXIE?! MILLIE?!" Blitzo's jaw dropped, "What the hell..."

"H...Hello Sir..." Moxxie gulped.

"Heya Blitzo!" Millie smiled and waved, covering her husband and her, "Let us explain!"

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Meanwhile, Mammon is dealing with a booing audience, who want Fizzarolli to perform.

"Uuuh... D...Don't worry, folks. I...I'm sure Fizzarolli will be out soon with a grand fucking performance." Mammon gulped.

https://youtu.be/0q-x8OW2osE

Suddenly, there's an explosion, and Fizzarolli appears on stage, before an audience who cheers and claps. Satisfied, Mammon disappears and reappears back in his web-like seat and his Robo Fizzes. Then the smoke reveals a propped set with Fizzarolli at the deck. Then he puffs a cigarette and then he blows neon blue smoke in the air for a dramatic effect, then the music starts.

Fizzarolli: I have wasted time.

I have seen my use.

Fizzarolli stands up and walks across the set, passing by four photos showing Mammon's abuse toward him.

Fizzarolli: I have packaged and sold every part of me!

Suffered a lifetime of abuse.

Then Fizzarolli grabs a bottle of booze to drink, only to find that it's empty.

Fizzarolli: I have lost myself.

Then he throws it away and falls to his knees toward Mammon's spot in the audience.

Fizzarolli: I have worshiped at your feet.

Then he picks himself back up and gestures toward the Glam Sisters, who are watching from behind the curtain.

Fizzarolli: And here I am standing on top of the world

with some bitches to defeat.

Then the spotlight shines on them. Then they flip Fizzarolli off before the curtain closes behind them. Then an upbeat turn begins to play as the initial set is removed from the stage.

Fizzarolli: I've played the game, I've won it all.

As he walks forward, Fizzarolli gestures to the cheering crowd, and then to a hellhound who lowers his Fizzie to give him a blowjob.

Fizzarolli: They've screamed my name,

they bought the doll.

I've seized the day,

Fizzarolli looks down at his shirt and rips his sleeves off.

Fizzarolli: now I've got one thing left to say-ay-ay,

Fuck you!

Thenthe stage lights up as pyro effects spell 'Fuck You' overhead.

Fizzarolli: Here's my two minutes notice, fuck you!

Fizzarolli hops onto a ball, rolling across the stage and bounces it into the air to flip off Mammon again, landing on a second ball.

Fizzarolli: Time to quit and smell the roses.

Then he pulls a giant bouquet of flowers out of his shirt and tosses it to the audience.

Fizzarolli Say goodbye,

A few fans run away to avoid being crushed by the giant bouquet of flowers. Then he leaps off the balls and lands back on the stage with a middle finger raised at Mammon again.

Fizzarolli: While I look you the in eye and say, fuck you!

Then Mammon sits back in his web-like chair munching on popcorn as a small portal begins to open up beside him.

"Interesting song. Wonder what fuckin' this is about." Mammon asked.

Fizzarolli: Fuckity, fuckity, fuckity fuckity you!

Asmodeus appears next to Mammon in a portal, "It's about you."

"Wait, what?" Mammon was shocked.

Asmodeus vanishes back inside the portal just as Mammon looks around, wondering who was talking to him.

Fizzarolli: Fuck you!

Fizzarolli continues his performance with a light show, displaying more on how Mammon had been treating him.

Fizzarolli: I have taken shit.

Then a giant silhouette of Mammon crushes Fizzarolli under its foot.

Fizzarolli: Been crushed under your heel.

Then Mammon spits out his popcorn and laughs, as he didn't know what the message was all about as Mammon shared the popcorn with his lover. Then Fizzarolli is pulled up by wires on his cufflinks, spinning him around until he was disoriented.

Fizzarolli: I have suffered for profit

and suckered for fame,

made a fortune you could steal.

Then Fizzarolli rips the cufflinks off of his wrists and lands back on stage.

Fizzarolli: I've had enough, I've hit the wall.

Suddenly, he gets a phone call from Mammon (nicknamed as 'Master'), but he ignores the call and tosses the phone behind him.

Fizzarolli: I'm tired of taking your calls.

Then Fizzarolli lights a match and writes 'Fuck You' in the air with the flames above him.

Fizzarolli: It ends today,

Now, there's just one last thing to say-ay-ay,

Fuck you!

Then Asmodeus sets a baton on fire using his breath and tosses it to Fizzarolli. Then Fizzarolli twirls the baton and flips off Mammon again. Then he tosses the baton into the air and spins around, ripping off the bottom of his shirt to show off his midriff and poses seductively as he catches the baton with his mouth, catching Asmodeus off guard. That he spins the baton and flips off Mammon once more, emphasizing his wish for Mammon's death. Then he turns his rear to the camera and pats it as the camera zooms in.

Fizzarolli: I wish I'd said it sooner, fuck you!

Then Fizzarolli twirls the baton and flips off Mammon again. Then he tosses the baton into the air and spins around, ripping off the bottom of his shirt to show off his midriff and poses seductively and catches the baton with his mouth, catching Asmodeus off guard.

Fizzarolli: Cut you off, just like a tumor!

Then he spins the baton and flips off Mammon once more, emphasizing his wish for Mammon's death.

Fizzarolli: Hope you die,

He turns his rear to the camera and pats it as the camera zooms in.

Fizzarolli: Kiss my ass goodbye, you cuck, fuck you!

Asmodeus smiles fondly at Fizzirolli. Suddenly, he looks down and covers his lower half with the curtain, while smiling sheepishly. Then Fizzarolli jumps into the audience to amp up the crowd.

Fizzarolli: Have you ever felt sick and tired

of doing the same shit everyday with your anger brewin'

Eatin' shit for a boss that you're sick of obeyin'

If you ever felt the same let me hear ya say it!

Then Fizzarolli jumps back on stage and guides the audience to sing along with him.

Fizzarolli (with ensemble): Did you really think I was gonna stay?

Spending life bent over with your fist in my 'a'.

But some of the crowd stops singing and looks confused. Then Fizzarolli runs up a lit set of steps onto a coffin prop at the top. Then Fizzarolli stands at the edge before falling inside, while he's in a coffin pose.

Fizzarolli (with ensemble): Slander me, say I'll never work in this town,

If I stick around I'll be six more feet under the ground!

Then Fizzarolli springs out of the coffin prop and swings around on trapeze ropes above the stage.

Ensemble: (Fuck you!)

Fizzarolli: Wo-oh-oh!

Ensemble: Here's my two minute's notice, fuck you!

Fizzarolli: Suck it, greedy bastard!

You're a fucking, ass clown!

Fizzarolli (with ensemble): Time to quit and smell the roses!

Say goodbye,

too late to apologize!

While swinging around, Fizzarolli notices the hellhound from before humping his leg. Then the hellhound is shot by Blitzo, from the roof of the stage.

Fizzarolli: So, this is it

Then Fizzarolli lands back on the steps. Then he pushes the coffin prop over calls Mammon out.

Fizzarolli: Mammon, you sad sack of shit,

Then the audience stops singing along and looks up at Mammon. Mammon, actually getting the message, surges with electricity in anger as Fizzarolli finishes out the song. His lover smirked and looked at Mammon.

Fizzarolli: Fuck yooouuuu!

Then Signs rise behind Fizzarolli with different ways to say and spell out 'Fuck You' along with the audience chanting the words.

Fizzarolli: You bitch!

Yeah!

Then the crowd erupts with applause as Mammon angrily pushes over the Robo Fizz applauding and grabs a bag of popcorn from the second Robo Fizz to eat while brooding. Then Fizzarolli looks over at Asmodeus, who gives him an encouraging thumbs up, and then walks toward the audience.

"Thank you all so much. You know, it's always been one of the greatest thrills of my life performing. And I'm so glad to bring you all one, last show." Fizz smiled.

As he speaks, he looks to see the young imp from earlier waving to him. Then Fizzarolli signs 'Thank you' to him in sign language, which makes him smile.

"Cuz' now... I quit!" Fizz smirked.

Then Fizzarolli drops the microphone and walks away, leaving the audience gasping in shock and confusion. Mammon stares wide eyed before spitting chewed up popcorn at the drag Robo Fizz.

"WHAT?!" Mammon shrieked.

Then Mammon disappears in green smoke, and then he appears right in front of Fizzarolli as he walks away, holding his scepter up close to his throat.

"QUIT?! You miserable piece of shit! What do you mean quit?!" Mammon questioned.

Fizzarolli pushes the scepter away from his throat, "I mean, I quit." He walks around him, "I'm done." He speaks in an Australian accent, "G'day, mate!"

As he mocked Mammo , Fizzarolli gave him the double bird as he stretches away, with his arms following after a second of staying in Mammon's face. Then Mammon growls in fury before six eyes appear above his standard ones. Then he snarls before shouting, and then exploding in a puff of green smoke. Fizzarolli looks behind him, to see an enormous golden spider leg with a brown tip slam just inches away from him, Asmodeus watches behind the curtains.

"Oh, that motherfucker." Asmodeus growls.

Then the giant spider leg backs away, cracking the ground as it did so. From the smoke revealed a giant green cocoon that splits apart.

"YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!" Mammon yelled.

From the giant green cocoon, Mammon burst out in his full demon form. Then he roars loudly and furiously as he looks down at Fizzaroli who stands his ground scowling confidently as Mammon leans forward into his face.

"I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! YOU ARE PRACTICALLY IN MY IMAGE! I RAISED YOU LIKE THE SON I DIDN'T WANT!" Mammon shouted.

Mammon points at Fizzarolli, but he slaps his hand away and stares him down without fear, crossing his arms confidently. Mammon stares back in rage, but then he notices a giant seal behind Fizzarolli, and suddenly, there's a burst of flame, followed by Asmodeus roaring in his full demon form.

Asmodeus spoke in a demonic voice, "You'd better back the fuck up, Mam!"

Wally Wackford spoke up, "Ho-ly shit! I say, I say."

"Ha-ha, hooo. Look who's acting like a big fuckin' hero." Mammon gets up close to Asmodeus, "Careful what you say, Ozzie. Wouldn't want your little secret getting out, would we?"

"I don't care anymore!" Asmodeus states.

"Ozz?" Fizz seemed shocked.

"Because if you let him quit, I could tell everyone here that you.." Mammon was stopped.

"What? That I love him? Well, I do and I love our...our...Sugar Tits." Asmodeus added.

The audience was fangirling, "I knew it, I knew it!"

Mammon stares at surprise as, instead of laughing at Fizzarolli and Asmodeus, everyone immediately went down to their phones, all overlapping each other as they texted and memed, all while saying 'I knew it'. Mammon just looks down blankly scratching his head in confusion and embarrassment.

"Oh...uh, shit, ah, you dirty bitch." Mammon slithers around Asmodeus and Fizzarolli, "You are gonna regret revealing that, Ozz."

Mammon chuckles confidently as he crawls up to Fizzarolli's face and snorts green smoke. As his laughing continued, Mammon provokes an implosion around him, causing a huge cloud of green smoke to ingulf the circus tent; everyone screams as everything seems to crumble around them. When the cloud dissipates, Asmodeus is hugging Fizzarolli to himself to protect him, and once he sees that he's safe, the two of them start hugging each other, from behind the curtain, Glitz and Glam lie there, Glitz on top of Glam, before Glitz gets up.

"So, does that mean we win?" They asked.

Glam gets up as well, and they both look confidently at each other, before a wooden plank falls on top of them.

Glitz & Glam screamed, "ACK!"

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Ḑ̶̛̝̮̩͙̹̆̽͋̑̅͋̑͑o̶̡̩͎̰̺͈̝̖͗ ̷̪͕̥̤͚̭̹͌̄̐̚y̷̹̠͖͍͂͠ǫ̷͈͚̫͎̱͙̆̔̍͛̂̒̾̾̐ͅͅu̸͉͉̭̾̑̏̍͊̒̅͝ ̵̡̱̩͕͍̝̭́k̶̨̲̼͎̳̹̼͛͐͑́́ņ̷͙̜̟̰̻̺̯̀̋̈͛̀̈́̀̕̚ͅo̴̹̥͌̈́̿̃͂̈́̈͝ẇ̸̤̤͔͌ ̶̢̫̝̬̖̽͑ẅ̶̬̠̥̙̱̙̰͍͚͋̏ḧ̴̩̥́̊̀̃̔͝a̶͙̙̘͗͂̒͋̈́͑̎͘ţ̸̨̢̛̞̲̮̙͎̆̐͌̑͑͘ ̶̢̢̺̜͔̯̽̌͆̋̌h̵̤̬͋̅͂̑́̚͠ͅà̵̤͖̭͔̗̤̦͜p̴͕̦̍̌p̷͉͔͈̮͚̤͎͂̅͑e̷̢̗͚͔͆͛̎n̷̙͉̽̅͌ę̵̪̫̳̦͔͕̓̀̀ͅd̷̥̙̣̙̱͚̋̾͆̇̉͝ͅ ̴̡̰̩̠͐t̷̗̠̟͖̀o̵̢̝̘̓͐͑͊͊ ̷͉̻̙́̓̽̒͑̅̕ḣ̶͚͉̘̏̃̌̇̌̅͌̿e̵̪͍̹͐̀͌̀̆ŗ̴̨̫͓̳̖̣͐͗̋̄̚?̷̲̈̔̋̀̎̈̒̅͠

"So after all that shit..." Mammon gritted his teeth and smiled, "Now...Introducing...SNIPER!!" Mammon started to head backstage.

Fizzarolli watched from the opposite side of the stage, in the right wing. Mammon exited through the left wing. Mammon roughly grabbed Sniper's wrist as Fizzarolli watched with wide eyes. Fizzarolli quickly used his arms to hop on top of the very top, out of view. He quickly walked to a place he could hear.

"You better not fuck this up, again...or run.." Mammon whispered loud enough for Fizz to hear.

Fizz's eyes widened more as he waited for Mammon to leave before jumping down next to Sniper.

"Hey, Are you okay?" Fizz asked with true concern in his voice.

Sniper was quite for a moment before looking at Fizz, "I'm gonna kick Brandon ass..." Sniper walked on stage.

Fizz paused, "Who's Brandon?"

Sniper walked out on stage as imps cheered to the top of their lungs. Mammon was seen sitting in his usual spot. Sniper walked up to the mic and grabbed it.

"...For the longest time, I've been Mammon's number one performer..." Sniper admitted.

Blitzo's eyes widened as his eyes shifted to the stage, 'That voice...' His eyes widened more as he blushed and smiled, 'Fucking attack!!'

"...But I can't fucking deal with the toxicness going down below..." Sniper points to Brandon, who was on Mammon's lap, "Like Fizz said...Fuck. You." She took off the hood as everyone stared in shock.

Fizzarolli felt his eyes widened as he stared at (Y/N). He felt like he was gonna die and go to a deeper hell. His heart beat quickly.

'Fuck...' Fizz smiled.

"So Brandon...This song is for you..." (Y/N) smirked.

https://youtu.be/SEFhFRpdX5I

Backing Vocals: Ahh (Back-back-backstabber)

Ahh (Back-back-backstabber)

Ahh (Back-back-backstabber)

As if the two traveled back in time, (Y/N) was a human and so was Brandon. They were both little kids and Brandon sat in their basement, playing video games. As he noticed he wasn't where he was before, he noticed the (f/c) mist hazing the floor. His eyes widened as he looked at the younger (Y/N).

(Y/N): Bored, stoned, sittin' in your basement...

All alone, 'cause your little conversation's got around...

(Y/N) pulled out an only looking phone as she showed Brandon a picture. Brandon's face grew red as his eyes widened. His fist clenched as (Y/N) smirked.

(Y/N): And lookie what we all found out (Lookie what we found)

(Y/N) walked around Brandon as she put her hand on his shoulder, still showing him the picture.

(Y/N): Lookie here, we all found out that you have got a set of loose lips

(Y/N) shows a memory of Brandon crying fakely and telling Mr. Brett about something bad (Y/N) did. This caused (Y/N) to get beat by Mr. Brett and get abused. Brandon's eyes widened as he saw a beaten and bruised version of (Y/N), still a human.

(Y/N): Twisting stories, all because you're jealous

Now I know exactly what you're all about (What you're all about)

(Y/N) brings them to a twisted reality[?] as they were now in an area with dead bodies of her friends around her. Tears rolling down her face.

(Y/N): This is what you're all about

(Y/N) walked towards Brandon as both were imps again. Both seemed so different. (Y/N) wore similar badass clothes but she had more tattoos and even wore a ring. Brandon seemed to be injured as he shaked and looked at (Y/N).

(Y/N): Girl, you're such a backstabber ​(Stabber)

You're such a backstabber

Oh, girl, you're such a shit-talker

And everybody knows it, and everybody knows it

(Y/N) used her magic to make the dead bodies fly around Brandon as her eyes were narrow. Brandon's eyes were only filled with fear and regret for what he did.

(Y/N): Girl (Girl), you're such a backstabber (Stabber)

You're such a backstabber

Brandon shaked in pure fear as he screamed but he was silenced. He had no voice, he looked up at (Y/N) to see her holding a sniper at his forehead.

(Y/N): Run your mouth more than anyone I've ever known

And everybody knows it, and everybody knows it

(Y/N) disappears as Brandon just sits there in fear as he shuts his eyes.

Backing Vocals: Back-back-backstabber

(Talk, talk, talk)​

(Talk, talk, talk)​

(Talk, talk)

Brandon opened his eyes to see that he was in front of the school, his eyes widened. They were humans again, the same age when the incident happened. Brandon held a sniper in his hands as his eyes grew wider, a ghost version of (Y/N) appeared, walking up to him from behind.

(Y/N): I'm sick and tired of hearing all about my life from other people with all of your lies, wrapped up so tight

Brandon then turned around quickly, hearing her but saw no one.

(Y/N): So maybe you should shut your mouth (Shut your mouth)

You never shut your mouth

Brandon turned back as he got scared at seeing her. He decided to walk into the school and ignore her.

(Y/N): Honestly, I think it's kind of funny

That you waste your breath talkin' about me

Brandon spotted someone as he aimed his sniper at them and fired, walking to go see who it was. Seeing Chuck crying and holding the body as his eyes widened.

(Y/N): Got me feelin' kinda special (Really)

This is what you're all about

Brandon had shot his own blood-sister. His eyes widened more, it was a replay for him, (Y/N) played it over and over again of the shot he made and who he shot.

(Y/N): Twisting stories, all because you're jealous

Now I know exactly what you're all about (What you're all about)

(Y/N) brings them to a twisted reality[?] as they are now in an area with dead bodies of her friends around her. Tears rolling down her face once again, like on replay.

(Y/N): This is what you're all about

(Y/N) walked towards Brandon as both were imps once again.

(Y/N): Girl, you're such a backstabber ​(Stabber)

You're such a backstabber

Oh, girl, you're such a shit-talker

And everybody knows it, and everybody knows it

(Y/N) used her magic to make the dead bodies fly around Brandon as her eyes were narrow. Brandon's eyes were only filled with fear and regret for what he did.

(Y/N): Girl (Girl), you're such a backstabber (Stabber)

You're such a backstabber

Brandon shaked in pure fear as he screamed but he was silenced. He had no voice, he looked up at (Y/N) to see her holding a sniper at his forehead.

(Y/N): Run your mouth more than anyone I've ever known

And everybody knows it, and everybody knows it

(Y/N) disappears as Brandon just sits there in fear as he shuts his eyes. His eyes opened as he saw the dead bodies talking with pure magic.

Blitzo: Katie's to my left, rippin' my style

Blitzo looked down at Brandon with dead, lifeless eyes. He had a carving that said 'Horny Bitch' on it, he bled out from there.

Stolas: Damn, Jeanie, why you gotta tell the secrets 'bout my sex life?

Stolas eyes were gone as his feathers had been all plucked out. He was stabbed in the heart and lower area. He bled out.

Moxxie: All I ever did was drive your broke ass around

Moxxie's hand was stiched to Millie's as his left arm was gone. Moxxie was shot in the head.

Millie: Pick you up, take you out, when your car broke down

Much like Moxxie, Millie's left hand was holding Moxxie's right hand. Millie's right arm was gone as she was shot in the heart. Brandon's eyes stayed wide as he looked at all the people/demons he had killed. It feels so real, like he was reliving the same moment once again. He thought that this moment had passed.

Backing Vocals: Ahh (Back-back-backstabber)

Ahh (Stabber, stabber)

Ahh (Back-back-backstabber)

(Y/N) brought them back to their own reality(?). Everyone looked at them as if (Y/N) had been dancing on stage the whole time as Brandon seemed really frightened, concerning Mammon.

"Doll?" Mammon questioned, annoyed and concerned.

(Y/N): Girl, you're such a backstabber ​(Stabber)

You're such a backstabber

(Y/N) spins as she points to Brandon and has tears forming due to the fear.

(Y/N): Oh, girl (Oh, girl), you're such a shit-talker

And everybody knows it, and everybody knows it

She walks more to the edge of the stage.

(Y/N): Girl (Oh, girl), you're such a backstabber (Stabber)

(Taking and twisting and telling, so manipulating)

(Y/N) turned back around as she pulled up her hood.

(Y/N): Run your mouth more than anyone I've ever known

And everybody knows it, and everybody knows it

Backing Vocals: Talk, talk, talk (Back-back-backstabber)

(Taking and twisting and telling, so manipulating)

(Y/N): Oh, girl, talk, talk

You're lookin' like a lunatic

Backing Vocals: And everybody knows it, and everybody knows it

Everybody knows (Back-back-backstabber)

(Y/N) slowly starts to walk off stage.

(Y/N): Yeah, you're lookin' like a lunatic

Backing Vocals: And everybody knows (Back-back-backstabber)

Yeah, everybody knows (Back-back-backstabber)

Everyone cheered as (Y/N) was off the stage. Mammon looked furious but decided to ignore it. (Y/N) saw Blitzo, Fizzarolli, Asmodeus and her Manager standing there. Fizzarolli was the first to step forward and hug (Y/N) tight.

"THAT WAS AMAZING!!!" Fizzarolli cheered as he looked at (Y/N).

"I agree...Very well done, Darling!" Asmodeus smiled.

Blitzo moved Fizzarolli aside, carefully as he pulled (Y/N) close, "I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!" Blitzo smiled widely.

As if in a snap, (Y/N) could see their dead bodies on the floor once again. She shook her head, as she smiled weakly. The Manager couldn't stay quiet anymore.

"BABY BIRD!!! I'M SO PROUD!!!" The Manager, Stolas, announced.

Blitzo, Asmodeus and Fizz's eyes widened at Stolas.

"What the fuck?!" Blitzo exclaimed.

"Hello Blitzy!" Stolas waved and smiled.

"Why the fuck?" Blitzo questioned.

"I wanted to see my Baby Bird perform so I became her Manager!" Stolas chuckled.

Everyone seemed shocked.

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Cut to the limousine driving away, running over a photo with Mamon and Fizzarolli. Inside it, Asmodeus and Fizzarolli still act all lovey-dovey, Blitzo being squished between Asmodeus and the left wall of the limo with (Y/N) on his lap.

"So, uhm, who tops?" Blitzo asked.

Fizzarolli groans as Asmodeus grins at him as the episode ends.

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Once Blitzo and (Y/N) got home, Blitzo entered the house as he stopped and turned. He looked concerned at (Y/N).

"Lovely?" Blitzo seemed worried.

"...I...I'm coming..." (Y/N) forced to smile.

Blitzo nodded and walked more into the house. (Y/N) takes a deep breath as she steps into the house, as if everything snapped, the house was dirtier, burned. (Y/N)'s eyes widened as she started to hyperventilate. She tried to use her magic but it was weaker, using the magic during the show shut down the reality she created. A reality that she created after Brandon....after Brandon...

...killed them in cold blood. Killed her friends, her lover and everyone else she cared about. Right in front of her. She created a new reality...one where her friends never died, one where she could be happy. One where she could just be with her friends.

"Honey?" A voice sung.

(Y/N) turned to see a woman who looked like Moxxie, looking concerned.

"You're back...." She smiled sadly, "Do you want to go rest so then you can return?"

"...Yes please...Mrs. Knolastname..." (Y/N) looked back at the apartment as tears filled her eyes.

She'd be back soon. She'd be able to see them again and be happy. Just a one week nap. A full week nap. Then, she'll be able to be happy again and live in her fake, twisted reality. Other than being in this dead world, where only the overlords and Rulers survived. A twisted reality of a world she'd call 'Helluva Boss'. The Overlord Of The Twisted Reality also known as Helluva. One week, just one week and she'll see them once again, until she gets tired again.

As she left, three dead bodies lay in the living room. One was Margret, one was Chuck and the last one was Brandon. Margret's mouth was sewed shut since she would love to complain about her daughter. Chuck was burned with marks of chains, due to his love of the Mafia. Brandon, oh Brandon, was shot in the heart for loving someone who forced him to kill her. A man who wanted her dead from the beginning, her true killer.

He was watching.

He knew where to find her.

Where better to greet her than her own reality.

Mr. Brett.