It had been two months since Mammon's threat. fizzarolli was exhausted. The only thing that seemed to keep him sane was Asmodeus, knowing that at the end of the day. He'll go home, To his Ozzie. However. On his way back during a particularly. Bad day with Mammon, the red fuck face named Blitzo had decided to make his day just a bit worse. 

Fizzarolli's pov

"Well, well, well. if it isn't the sellout fuckfaced clown himself!" I groaned. "fuck off, Blitzo, I've already had a bad fucking day, and I don't need you to ruin it some more." he pushed me, making me stumble back. fuck. My prosthetics are too fucking sore for a fight right now "oh no you don't bitch!. You. Humiliated me! You talk so big for a fucking disfigured clown! You know what? that fucking Robo version of you asked me a question I think you deserve to be, asked!" 

"Does anybody love you, Fizz?"

I stared at Blitzo. Had the robot said that? Do i deserve to be asked that?... yes. i do. I'm a hypocrite. Does blitzo deserve an answer? also yes. "...no." the response surprised him a bit. But i didn't care. I just wanted to go home.

Nobody loves me. Not really. Not even the person who was kindest to me. I would be a fool to believe otherwise.