Fizzarolli's pov

Ozzie and I were in bed snuggling, chatting about our days and eventually trailing off about our pasts.

(A/N: BEHOLD. my first fanart.)

"When I was younger. I used to play pranks on the imps in my home." I snorted "what kind of horrible pranks did your brain come up with?" He chuckled in response.

"Nothing too bad. Fairly innocent on my part. Oh, aside from that one time I glued an employee's favourite dildo to the ceiling." he snorts as I burst out in laughter "that's just evil! What was their reaction?"

He snorts as he recalls the memory "screamed loud enough someone thought a banshee had snuck into the house. Had to get the fire department to remove it. I got in so much trouble." he chuckles. "reminds me when I stole one of barbies dildoes. She was so pissed." Ozzie tilted his head.

"who's Barbie?" I pause. "I never talked about her?" he shook his head "oh, well. She's Blitzo's twin sister. she felt like my sister sometimes... I miss her." my thoughts trailed off as I remembered the old days. Back when things were easy. Simple.

"one time, when i was like. Ima say, six. i got into her makeup for the first time and when she found me my face looked absolutely terrible. just awful. and instead of yelling at me she laughed and sat down and fixed it for me. it... it was the first time i felt pretty." "you're always pretty" i smile "i know."