Fizzarolli's pov

I woke up early as usual and yawned with a stretch, I looked over at the still sleeping overlord and smiled softly. Ozzie was always nice to me he made me feel good about myself even when I didn't truly believe it, my train of thought was cut off by my phone dinging.

i grabbed my phone and scowled as I saw who messaged me. Mammon. the deadly sin of greed.

this fucking bitch. I'd tell him to go to hell if he wasn't already there. better respond and get ready before he gets more pissed off.

I put my phone away as i got out of bed and got a change of clothes, thankfully Ozzie is well prepared and has many changes of clothes for me. i get changed and head to greed. greed is a shithole and i hate it. mostly because of mammon.

once i arrived i entered mammon's office "it's about fucking time. you have to..." as he blabbered on about what i had to do today the only thing keeping me from screaming at the bastard was Ozzie. I could just tough it out and go back home- home... was Ozzie's home? it felt like home. i think at least. i felt safe... that's all that mattered. 

"Are you fucking listening to me!?" he picked me up by my throat, and i choked out "y-yes sir" he practically threw me onto the floor as he scowled "then get your ass moving!" i quickly ran off hoping to get this shit over with as soon as possible. hopefully, I'll just numb my way through the day. fuck today is gonna be shit.