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Considering the utter disaster the night before had been, Blitzo decided to give Milly and Moxxie the day off. Loona, gave herself the day off to meet up with some Hellhound she had met the night before. Blitzo tried to be strict about it but, honestly. That kind of went out the door with her carrying him home last night. He can’t remember the last time he got that drunk. It was. Bad.
Blitzo delayed getting out of bed (off the couch) for as long as he could, but ultimately, the hunger gnawing at his stomach won out, and he pulled himself up. Stumbling to the kitchen to get some cereal, mulishly munching on the dry food, not even bothering to get himself milk. He didn’t deserve it. He was, such a fucking mess. Bad enough he ruined Milly and Moxxie’s night, but he dragged Stolas into it? Fuck. He really was the worst. Why did he even speak up? It was stupid. Of course Fizz would immediately zero in on him, would be cruel and unforgiving. It’s what Blitzo deserved.
Stolas didn’t though. He shouldn’t have had to have his business aired out like that. It was. Shitty. Blitzo hopes Stolas can forgive him. Especially for blowing him off like that. Ugh. He was the worst. So what if he had a shitty night? He was supposed to fulfill Stolas’s desires. Fuck. Blitzo dashes over to the couch, stumbling a bit as his legs were too tired to keep up the pace, but makes it without face planting. Grabbing his phone from the table and opening to Stolas’s texts. But hesitates.
Stolas had already texted him. A massive blurb Blitzo couldn’t, fully, read. He got the gist. He thinks. Stolas wants to know if he’s okay, those jokes are typical of Asmodeus, and wished him home well.
Probably. Better to be vague anyways, in case Blitzo completely misunderstood.
All gud. thx. hpe ur well.
There. Good enough. Blitzo drops the phone, and walks back to the kitchen, grabbing the milk from the fridge and adding it when he refills his bowl with cereal. He did something. He deserves real food. Well. Real-ish food. Blitzo grabs a spoon, and drops back onto the cough to mindlessly watch some Sinner shows and munch.
For all of ten minutes before his phone goes off. Blitzo glares at it, debating whether it was worth picking up. Whether Stolas decided to call him. Or if it was just some asshole. Blitzo sighs, knowing he can’t risk ignoring Stolas, and grabs it, his eyes blowing wide when he sees Loona’s contact and answering it instantly.
“Heyyy, sweetie. How’s the date?” Blitzo asks hesitantly, not sure why she’s calling him. Normally, she doesn’t want him around. Is there a problem? Does he need to kill someone?
“Um. So. What’s our stance on pissing off a sin?” Loona asks, equally hesitant.
“Preferably, we don’t do that.” Unless there was a good reason. A very good reason. Blitzo prefers to not have to deal with all of that. “I may not remember much, but I’m pretty sure you met Beelzebub. And she’s probably the nicest.” Out of the ones Blitzo’s met, at least. Including the one he met last night. Ugh. Two Sins in one night. No wonder it was such shit.
Loona laughs awkwardly, “Yeaaaah. Um. Dad can you come get me?”
Normally, Blitzo would be happy to hear those words. He was happy. But he was still working through a hangover and this was the second time Loona needed him in two days. And last time he went to help her he ended up challenging Beelzebub to a drinking contest the Sin graciously let him win (Yeah, not drunk out of his mind, Blitzo can see that). “No alcohol.” Blitzo states, already moving to get shoes on, since he slept in last night’s clothes. “Send me your address.”
“Thank you,” Loona hangs up with that and Blitzo shoves his phone in his pocket as he fumbles for socks and his shoes, since he apparently took those off, or Loona did. Whatever. He stumbles through pulling them on, grabbing the keys off the dresser and heading out, only looking at the address when he was in the car, bemoaning the fact that it was in fucking Sloth of all places. But he takes off to get there as quickly as possible.
Blitzo stops the car in front of Loona, who was leaning against a lamppost outside. She looks behind her and then hurries into the car. “Go. Let’s go.” She hisses when Blitzo doesn’t immediately take off. She seemed, very on edge. Very, not okay. She was hugging herself, curled in on herself.
“Everything okay?” Blitzo asks, pushing the car from idle to turn around and head back to the elevator.
“It’s. I dunno. We. We kill people. I should be fine. Just. They had an Imp there. They were. They called him Asmodeus’s whore, said if. If the Sin doesn’t pay they were gonna.” Loona stops talking, starts rocking herself gently. Blitzo can, probably guess where the sentence was going.
“Just cause we’re okay with murder, doesn’t mean we’re okay with rape.” Blitzo says, then slows the car to a stop. Hating himself. Unable to stop himself from thinking about last night. About who this Imp was. Surely Fizz wouldn’t be in a place to get kidnapped, right? He’s a celebrity, he’d have guards or something. Still. “Would you feel better if we went and saved the Imp?”
Loona looks over with big, almost watering, eyes. “There’s so many of them. They’re really dangerous.”
Blitzo snorts. “More dangerous than me?”
Blitzo’s bravado doesn’t make Loona stop looking terrified. Instead, she nods. “Much. I don’t think I can do anything to them either. Honestly.”
Oh, fuck. Ok. Blitzo laughs, “Oh come on Loony! Don’t underestimate your old man here. You never even seen me at my best!” Blitzo undoes his seatbelt, opening the car door and sliding out, shutting it behind him and grinning through the open window as Loona stares at him. “Look. You take the car back to Pride. I’ll go get this Imp, and get him to Lust.”
“Blitz-”
“I’m stronger than I look Loona. Just get moving.” Blitzo hits the door a couple times than starts jogging back towards the building they drove away from. Now, was this his best idea? Hell no. He had, a couple knives on him, and no guns. Why? Because he didn’t think it was necessary. Because he didn’t have the energy to care this morning. He was just supposed to be picking Loona up. Not. Saving some stupid Imp. That, may or may not be Fizz. Hopefully not.
Blitzo groans, grabbing his head and cursing himself and Loona’s heart. But, he was doing this. Satan be damned. Besides, how bad can it be? Loona’s awesome, she’s a total badass but. She’s also young, and clearly shaken right now, so. Maybe she was just letting her fears control her, or was too focused on the fact that someone she was interested in was working with these sort of people. Blitzo’s found the more there are, the weaker there are. He, could still be wrong though.
Blitzo knocks on the door to the warehouse Loona was in front of. Probably the right place. Probably. Look. He was too tired to break into it. To sneak around and shit. Some tall, intimidating-looking Imp opens the door. He has a glare for all of a second before it breaks out into a smile. “Blitzo!”
Oh fuck. “It’s just Blitz now. Look, Loona was here, she forgot her phone.” Blitzo explains and is easily let in. Because he apparently knows this asshole. Somehow.
“Oh? That hellhound chick? Why’d she run off?” The Imp asks as he leads Blitzo through the warehouse. Blitzo takes in all the escape routes, all the Imps, all the Hellhounds, all the Succubi, all the weapons they have.
Blitzo laughs, “Oh well. Loona is shy, she doesn’t get out much, so, when she does hit it off, she gets overwhelmed and wants to leave. It’s just how she is. The more people she meets, the better she’ll get but. Eh. You know how kids are.” At least the lie comes easy.
The other Imp laughs loudly, “Oof! I forgot. You’re a dad now. Damn dude. How the times change.”
“Yeah, well. What, uh, what do you got going on here?” Blitzo asks, looking around at the ridiculous amount of demons. He’s counted thirty already. All armed. “There a party I don’t know about?”
“Nah, nothing like that.” The Imp takes Blitzo up the stairs, “Just a little ransom. Get some extra cash.”
“Little?” Blitzo makes a show of looking around, “Lot of people for a little.” Blitzo narrows his eyes at the Imp, “You weren’t dragging my daughter into anything dangerous, were you?” Blitzo questions threateningly, but without the edge. Bursting out laughing as the other Imp did.
“Nah nah. It’s just safety, ya know?” The Imp waves off, opening a door and gesturing Blitzo through. “Hey! Huck! Look who joined us!”
Another Imp Blitzo doesn’t recognize turns around, and lights up, cheerily calling his name. Okay. He needs to stop making friends drunk. Ugh. “Not joining!” Blitzo corrects. “I’m here for Loona’s phone.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll talk to the Hellhound she was with, see if she left it around there.” The other Imp dismisses, leaving Blitzo alone with Huck. Great.
“Loona? That Hellhound chick Tuffer brought in?” Huck asks, walking toward Blitzo.
“Yeah. She’s my daughter.” Blitzo crosses his arms, daring Huck to say anything.
“Ooooh.” Huck shrugs, then puts an arm behind Blitzo and starts guiding him deeper into the building. Well. At the very least, him having this many friends makes it easy to scope out the place. “So, you’re not here to join the fun. I get it. You can stay for a beer though, right?”
“Yeah, sure.” He still needs to find this stupid Imp. He doesn’t know these people, at all. He didn’t know shit about Asmodeus. The only Imp he knows that keeps company with Asmodeus is Fizz. But, he didn’t know if they slept together. Though, honestly, hard to believe they weren’t. But. If they have Fizz, why Asmodeus? Wouldn’t Mammon be better? Fizz is his cash cow. But, that’s if they actually managed to grab Fizz this morning, when surely he had bodyguards when he went out. Because he’s a celebrity, so he wouldn’t go out alone.
Right?
When they enter another room, with Imps and Succubi, Huck introduces Blitzo, gets some cheers, and then leaves Blitzo to get him a beer from across the room. There were only about ten of them in the room, on wooden crates and boxes. One of the Succubi, a tall man wearing a fishnet top, hops off the large crate he had been sitting on, and walks up to Blitzo. “Heyyy, weren’t you at Ozzie’s last night?”
Blitzo arches an eyebrow, “Yeah. So what?”
The Succubus laughs lightly, “Oh, darling, nothing bad. Just thought it was you. Fizzarolli picked on you.”
Blitzo laughs harshly, “Ok, fuck you.” Blitzo deadpans, flipping the Succubus off as he walks around Blitzo.
“There history between you two?” Another Imp asks, and Blitzo is grateful for Huck coming back with the beer.
“Mmmmnope.” Blitzo cracks open the bottle. “Childhood falling out.” Blitzo dismisses, shrugging, refusing to think about it. Refusing to get into it. He didn’t need to. They didn’t need to. “Why you asking.”
“Well, if you wanted some revenge.” The Succubus murmurs in his earhole, “We do have him tied up.”
Oh fuck.
Blitzo smirks, raising an eyebrow to look interested, not letting his panic show on his face. Of course they have fucking Fizz. Of course Blitzo’s life is never easy. “You do?”
The Succubus smiles seductively at him, and walks backwards away from Blitzo, then turns and opens the crate he had been sitting on, dragging Fizz out of it by the ropes they bound him with. “He’s ripe for the taking, honestly. So pathetic.” The Succubus declares, grinning at Fizz who seemed pissed. But scared. “Ozzie hasn’t even gotten back on if he’s going to pay the ransom. And well, if he doesn’t, why not pass around this little fuckstick?”
Now, he should play along a while, buy some time, maybe find some weapons, it would be smart. It would be the best course of action. But. The longer he looked at Fizz, the more he saw how scared he was. Now matter how angry he tried to show himself as. Fizz was terrified.
And. Fuck.
Blitzo sighs, pinching his forehead for a second, and then throwing his beer at the nearest Imp, rushing them with a knife immediately after, slitting their throat and stabbing the one next to them in the head. Speed and surprise were about his only advantage here, so he uses that as much as possible, getting two more who happened to be nearby before the shooting begins. Blitzo uses one of the dead Imps and a shield, then throws it at the nearest shooter, throwing his knife at another one and launching himself at a third, digging his teeth into their neck, swinging around them to use their body as cover as he pulls their throat out. He grabs their gun and uses them as a shield to take out the last four. Blitzo drops the body, and immediately goes to move one of the crates in front of the door. It wouldn’t do much but it’d be enough for now.
Blitzo walks back to Fizz, silently cutting the rope off of him, not quite willing to look at him. Not quite able. Once he's free, Blitzo turns and goes to search the bodies. As he goes through the first two, he focuses on his own body, on what injuries he can feel, and considering if he needs to do anything for them. In the end, he decides he's good enough without treating them, they're not too bad. As he goes to the third body, he calls Loona to change their plans.
“Hey Loony, are you at the elevator yet?” Blitzo asks when she picks up, searching through the body, finding nothing but the gun in the imp’s hand. Not even cash.
“Um, not yet. I mean. It hasn’t come yet.”
“Oh good good. So, change of plans, you’re gonna go to Lust, find Asmodeus and tell him the address.” Blitzo instructs, going to the next body, his phone squished between his shoulder and head. Once again, the Imp had nothing but the gun in his hand. Well. Nothing of use to Blitzo.
“Uh. Okay.”
“Awesome! See ya soon Loony!” Blitzo cheers, hanging up and pocketing his phone. Pilfering the rest of the bodies pretty quickly without the minor distractions, getting six guns of the same type with half or less of their ammo for his efforts. Blitzo opts to swap the bullets around to give himself three mostly full guns. He wished there was more but, apparently these morons went for the minimalist route. Fucking hell. Blitzo sighs, distantly noting the action stung, adding it to his previous mental list of injuries, but ignoring it otherwise to turn to Fizz. Who had stumbled out of the crate, looking around at the bloodshed, and looking a little sick. Like he was in shock.
“Hey, you good?” Blitzo asks gently, stepping toward Fizz.
Fizz snaps his attention to him, glaring at Blitzo, making Blitzo stop any attempt to get closer. “I’m fine.” Fizz hisses, seemingly a lot better than five seconds ago. And, okay. Blitzo won’t push on that. It’s not his business. They’re not friends.
“Alright. How’s your shooting?” Blitzo asks, throwing one of the guns at Fizz, who scrambles and nearly fumbles catching it, then holds it away from himself like it was a bomb. “Fizz?”
“I don’t shoot.” Fizz states, still staring at the gun like it would go off at any time. Scared, almost terrified.
“Okay, I got knives?” Blitzo offers, holding up the two knives he has.
“I don’t.” Fizz huffs, seeming annoyed, “I can’t do that, Blitzo.”
“What? You grew up in Greed! How don’t you?” Blitzo demands, utterly flabberghasted. Greed was Greed, defending yourself was a daily occurence.
“I lived with Mammon.” Fizz hisses, shoving the gun back at Blitzo, which Blitzo takes back distractedly. “I’m a preformer! I don’t, do this.” Fizz gestures at the bloodshed.
“Okay. So. You’re useless.” Blitzo declares, stuffing his knives back in their place and one of the guns in his waistband. He needs a new plan then. He was really hoping Fizz would be helpful. While these people weren’t the biggest threat, there were so many. There were shouts from outside. People banging on the door. Blitzo ignores it for now. Having help would be great, but, at the same time, he’s happy Loona didn’t come with him. Protecting Fizz is going to be hard, but trying to not focus on both of them would be impossible.
“Oh sorry the kidnap victim isn’t helpful!” Fizz shouts. But Blitzo ignores him, looking around. Keeping Fizz with him wouldn’t be good. Protecting him could be a costly distraction, but, Blitzo would risk it if he had to. Preferably, he could get Fizz out before they have to fight. There’s only the one entrance to the room but. Blitzo grins as he spots a vent.
“Can you get that off?” Blitzo asks, pointing at the vent cover on the ceiling.
“Yeah?” Fizz stretches his arms up to pull the cover off, looking at the vent with confusion. It was small. Too small for Blitzo with his horns. “But you won’t fit in there.”
“You will.” Fizz blinks over at Blitzo, who just keeps grinning. Forcing himself to, to not think about why Fizz can fit through there, not think about what he did to Fizz. “It should curve into the warehouse, it’ll blow your scent all over the place, but the hellhounds won’t be able to find you. Just, climb up, climb through, it should lead out.” Hopefully. If it doesn’t, Blitzo should be able to clear the warehouse and get Fizz out without problem.
Fizz stands under the vent, looking up it, then looks back at Blitzo, seeming a little lost. “And what are you going to do?”
Bltizo holds up the guns with a grin, “Shoot my way out.” Fizz stares at Blitzo for a while, then looks back up and stretches his arms to start climbing up. Blitzo watches him disappear, then turns back to the door with two guns up, and starts shooting through the wooden thing. A little surprised no one else thought to do that, but not his problem. When the door was barely held together, Blitzo jumps at it, breaking it apart, landing on a few bodies and shooting any moving demon he saw.
--
Fizzarolli crawls through the vent, trying to not think about his current situation, which, of course means he ends up thinking about it. He got kidnapped this morning on a stupid coffee run Ozzie didn’t even want him doing. But Fizzarolli had been determined to show him that he was fine. Sure, he got a stupid concussion from Blitzo’s stupid friend but. He was fine. And then he got kidnapped.
And while Fizzarolli was reasonably certain Ozzie would pay the ransom, he was still, not okay. He’s used to creeps, used to being a sex object. But, hearing people express such blatant and cruel interest in him in front of him made him uneasy. Uncomfortable. Terrified of what they might do before Ozzie paid.
And Blitzo. Blitzo was unknown to him now. When he showed up, when he was pulled out and shown off to him, Fizzarolli didn’t know what to expect. Didn’t know what he might do. Especially after poking his buttons last night but. Then. Then he killed everyone. Without a word, and now. Now Fizzarolli was crawling through a vent while Blitzo tried to shoot his way out. And, any other day, Fizzarolli might want him to fail. Want him to die. Because that fucker left him to die, so why should Fizzarolli care about him? But now. Today. He wants answers.
From what Fizzarolli could hear, Blitzo was friends with these people, knew them. Knew them well enough that they would show off their cash cow. Invite him to do whatever. But then Blitzo turned around and killed them. Why. Why would he do that? They’re not friends. Fizz embarrassed and mocked Blitzo last night. They haven’t seen each other in fifteen years. Why? Maybe. Maybe Blitzo was just a shitty friend through and through. More worried about Ozzie being pissed than his pathetic friends. Yeah. Yeah, that was probably it. But Blitzo never cared about pissing off people. Not even if they were more powerful than him. He cared about protecting people. Cared about his friends.
Fizzarolli crawls through the vent, pausing when it shakes, and then scrambles a bit faster through, barely making it to the next section before the one he was in fell down, his legs not quite making it in. Fizzarolli scrambles, clawing at the sides to haul himself up, trying to hide when he starts getting shot at again. But the vent seems unsafe now, with mutliple bullets piercing through the metal caging him in, so he scrambles out, climbing on top, but hesitates. Not sure where to go now. Not sure where he would be safe. He gets grazed by a few bullets, mostly on his torso but some hit his arms. Some worse than other but he can’t stop to think about that right now, instead he scrambles forward, frantically looking around, spotting some rafters he could go to, but he’d be just as open. Just as exposed. When the gunshots stop, he glances down, terrified of why they stopped, seeing everyone distracted by Blitzo. Who they had surrounded.
Fizzarolli swallows heavily, hating the dread gripping his spine, knowing he couldn’t help. He didn’t do this. Ever. This was never his life. He forces himself to look away, to the rafters, deciding to risk them with everyone distracted. He wraps one of his arms repeatedly around the pillar attaching the beam to the ceiling, clinging to it with his body, watching the scene below unfold with deep anxiety, that only got worse and worse as time went. Why did he care? Why was he terrified of Blitzo dying?
“You were with that Prince last night, weren’t you?” One of the Imps calls, the ground closing in on Blitzo, who was glancing around, looking beaten to shit, and weaponless. “Just surrender, we’ll ransom you and the little bitch.”
“Oh, you’re that confident are ya?” Blitzo shouts, not backing down, still looking around the group.
Another Imp laughs, “There’s twenty of us, and one of you. And you’re unarmed.”
Blitzo barks a humourlessly laugh, grinning wildly, “Bitch. I got two knives and nothing live for!” Blitzo twirls the two knives in his hands, “I’m not the one with bad odds!”
His eyes squeeze shut as Blitzo launches himself at the nearest demon with reckless abandon, unable to watch. Unable to see Blitzo get killed. No matter what he might’ve thought over the years. No matter what he might’ve wished for. Dreamed for. He didn’t want Blitzo to die. He didn’t want him dead. He never did. He hated to consider it. Hated what he’s realizing. Hated that he’s crying at the thought of Blitzo dying. Fucking Blitzo. He wants to go back to yesterday, to last night, where he could hate Blitzo with ease. Hate him on sight, and have no complicated feelings about it.
He doesn’t want to be here. He wants to go home. Wants to be with Ozzie, curled up under some blankets and hide from the world. Be safe and warm. Have lunch with Ozzie. Be safe. Be ignorant. Not see Blitzo. Not know Blitzo’s willing to die for him. He wants it to be yesterday. This morning. Where life was simple and uncomplicated. Where he didn’t have to acknowledge that he still cares for Blitzo. That Blitzo still has a piece of his heart.
Fizzarolli digs his claws into the pillar he was leaning against when the shots die out, trying to keep his tears silent, and there’s no more noise from below. He doesn’t want to look. Doesn’t want to see his ex-friend’s body. Can’t. He can’t. Blitzo can’t die. He-
“Fizz!” It takes a second for the voice to process, for him to truly understand what he was hearing. That Blitzo was alive and okay. “Fizz! Ya coming down?” Fizzarolli peaked open an eye, and looked down to see Blitzo covered in blood, surrounded by dead bodies. But he was smiling up at Fizzarolli.
Fizzarolli takes a breath, then grins back, ignoring the tears still dripping down his face, bravado the only thing pushing him through, “Yeah yeah, just waiting on your slow ass!” He shouts, and jumps off, his arm still coiled around the pillar, intending to lower himself somewhat quickly down to the ground but. His arm, apparently, had other ideas, and before he was halfway down, it stopped working, quickly uncoiling and snapping back into place at Fizzarolli’s side. Leaving him to freefall in the moment.
Fizzarolli tries his other arm but it doesn’t stretch, it moves but won’t stretch. No. No. Terror grips his soul, his arms are useless. Why. Why? His fear was enough to distract his mind, to make him forget to try to his legs, to try to twist them to cushion his landing like normal. All he could think, all he could focus on was falling. He was falling. He wouldn’t die. He would get hurt. He’d spend more time in a hospital. In a hospital room. All white. Stupid white. With no visitors. No visitors he wanted. Never the visitor he wanted. Never the friend. Never-
“Got ya.” Fizzarolli blinks, distantly noting arms beneath him, then Blitzo’s face, then, it hits him, all at once. That he just fell, like a child, and Blitzo caught him. “Are your arms okay?” Blitzo asks, sounding concerned, but he was smiling at Fizzarolli.
“Um. Maybe. ” Fizzarolli mumbles, moving out of Blitzo’s arms to stand. He raises his arms finding them normal. He flexes his fingers on his hands, finding them normal. Expected. But when he tries to stretch, they don’t move. Great. “I dunno, my arm stopped working.” No need to tell Blitzo he’s broken. No need to tell Blitzo shit.
“You can get, more of those, right?” Fizzarolli turned, seeing concern on Blitzo’s face. It seemed, wrong. Why did he care? He never cared. He didn’t even visit. Why does he care now? What? Cause Fizzarolli is famous? He has power? Is that what it takes to get Blitzo’s care?
“Yeah.” Fizzarolli scoffs, looking around the warehouse to avoid looking at Blitzo. Trying to figure out the way out of here. He heard Blitzo making plans to get Ozzie here, yeah. But they can wait outside. Or, Fizzarolli can. Without Blitzo.
“Good. That’s...go-” Fizzarolli snaps around as Blitzo’s words trail off, as they grew quieter, Blitzo was never quiet. His eyes blowing wide as Blitzo sways for a moment before he starts to fall, and Fizzarolli moves without thinking, without processing what was happening, to catch Blitzo before he hits the ground.
“Blitzo? Hey! What the hell!” Fizzarolli shouts, staring at him with horror, craddling the other in one arm as he tried to slap Blitzo awake but. Nothing. Why wasn’t he waking up? The tears he just got to stop started up again. Fizzarolli tries to ignore them as he looks down at Blitzo, at how much blood covered him and. It couldn’t all be his. At least some of it was the others. Had to be. But. Fizzarolli hesitantly lifts up Blitzo’s jacket, wincing when it tried to stick, feeling nauseous and faint when he sees how red Blitzo’s white shirt was under the jacket. Where. Where the others blood couldn’t have gotten. “Nononono. You’re not allowed to die on me you fucker!” Fizzarolli shouts, even knowing Blitzo couldn’t hear him. He didn’t care. Because Blitzo couldn’t. He couldn’t. “You don’t get to die unless I say so! Okay?! You owe me that much asshole!” Fizzarolli picks Blitzo up with both arms, hurrying out of the warehouse, trying not to stumble on the dead bodies, and pushes his way through what he hopes is a door to the outside.
But once outside, Fizzarolli looked around helplessly. He didn’t know Sloth. Didn’t know where they were. Didn’t know how to get to a hospital. Didn’t have his phone to call for one. He. He didn’t know what to do.
Fuck.
Why was he so helpless?
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Loona glances at the Sin beside her out of the corner of her eyes, and then glues them back to the road. Surprisingly, getting to Asmodeus was easy. Telling him about the ransom, which he already knew about, and their location, which he didn’t know, was easy. What was not. Was the really awkward car ride to the warehouse. Honestly, she thought Asmodeus would’ve, like, gotten his own car? Or gotten someone to drive him? Not. Shrunk himself to fit inside the IMP van and had her drive him. Yep. This was awkward.
“You’re sure it was Fizzie?” Asmodeus asks for, probably the fiftieth time.
“You have any other Imps ransomed to you this morning?” Loona snaps back, more than a little irritated. Blitzo didn’t answer her call, he didn’t answer any of her texts. She might trust that he got ‘Fizzie’ out, but himself? After last night? “Look. I told you what I know. I never saw the Imp. Blitz just told me to get you here, which if what you said was true, then he probably realized it was Fizzie.”
Has this asshole actually said the Imps name and not one of his million nicknames? No!
“Right but. That’s the part I have issue with.” Asmodeus retorts. “From what Fizzie’s told me, Blitzo left him for dead once, so why wouldn’t he do it again?”
“I don’t know!” Loona exclaims, her shoulders going up defensively before she forces them to relax. “I didn’t even know they knew each other! Blitz doesn’t talk shit about his life. I didn’t even know he dated fucking Verosika Mayday until the bitch showed up at work.”
“Oh. That I knew about.” Asmodeus admits quietly.
Loona throws up a hand, annoyed, and wanting to prove the point that she, honestly, doesn’t know that much about Blitzo’s past. “Look. I’ve known him five years. For most of that, I didn’t give a shit about him. Didn’t give a shit about his life. The only thing I know about Blitz and Fizzie is that he told Blitz he was going to die alone. And I got that last night!”
“He said what? I didn’t hear that.”
Loon shrugs, “I dunno. He was drunk off his ass. Mumbling about dying alone, that Fizz was right. I wasn’t exactly asking questions.”
Asmodeus hums, “Well. I won’t say Fizzie isn’t mean sometimes. But, according to Fizzie, last night was the first time he’s seen Blitzo in fifteen years. Heard about him, sure, but last night was the first time they said anything to each other.” Asmodeus chuckles, “And, uh, while it wasn’t nice, it wasn’t that mean.”
“Dude. I don’t know.” Loona shrugs again. She didn’t ask about Blitzo’s past, and he didn’t want to tell her. That much was clear.
“Right. So, uh. How long have you known Blitzo?”
Loona tries not to sigh, or growl. Why does he want to talk?! “Five years.” Like she said earlier. “He adopted me.”
“Adopted you?”
“Yeah, I’m his daughter. Legally. On paper.” Loona shrugs, “It doesn’t mean anything. I was like, two weeks from eighteen when he adopted me. Don’t know why he bothered.” Loona takes a corner maybe a little sharper than she should, definitely going faster than she should but. She didn’t have Blitzo’s specialty of making it anywhere in minutes. The longer it took, the more anxious she got. And the fucker trying to talk to her didn’t help!
“But he made you his daughter. He didn’t need to do that.”
“He also didn’t need to adopt me.” Loona snaps back, growling a bit. “Don’t you hate him? You sure as fuck did ten minutes ago!” Loona focuses on the road, refusing to look at Asmodeus. She takes another corner, and harshly stops in front of the warehouse. “This is it.” Loona gets out without waiting for the sin. Running to the door and going inside. Stepping around the bodies without a care, “Blitz! Bliiiiiitz!” Loona shouts, walking further and further in. Finding, no sign of him.
“Um. I don’t think they’re here.” Asmodeus comments, standing just inside the door.
Loona growls and pulls out her phone, dialling Blitzo's phone. At least, if he’s dead, his phone will still ring. Loona paces in some free space, waiting for an answer. And just when she thought it was going to ring out, it was answered. “Blitz! Where the fuck are you!? I’m at the warehouse and you’re not here!” Loona shouts, not waiting for a greeting.
“Um. I’m sorry.” Loona blinks, pulling away to look at the phone, making sure she hit the right contact, and. Yeah, she did. Putting her phone back against her head as they keep talking, “I took Blitzo to the hospital, he. He needed surgery.” Someone, probably Fizzie, explains. Sounding, like he was barely holding it together.
“Uh. Shit. Okay. Wait, is he having surgery now?”
“Who’s having surgery?!”
“Ozzie?!”
“Shut up! Both of you!” Loona snaps and Asmodeus flinches back, blinking in surprise. Loona ignores him, turning her attention back to Fizzie. “Look, is he having surgery now.” Loona demands.
“Um. I don’t know. They admitted me too. I can’t. They won’t tell me anything. No ones around.”
Loona mumbles curses, but pushes it from her mind. Blitzo’s weird resilience to tranquilizers is his own problem. Not like he hasn’t woken during surgery before. He’s normally fine, the doctors... eh. But whatever.
“Fine. We’re coming.” Loona stalks to the door, pushing past Asmodeus and heading toward the car.
“Wait, shit, I don’t know what this place is called.”
“Whatever, I’ll head to the closest one.” Loona dismisses, climbing into the driver seat, putting her phone of speakerphone and drop it onto the seat as Asmodeus climbs into the passenger.
“Yeah. Yeah. Closest one.” Fizzie responds distractedly.
Asmodeus picks up her phone almost immediately, craddling it in his hands to talk to Fizzie. “Hang tight Fizzie, we’re coming.”
“Ozzie! You are there! You’re coming?”
“Of course I’m coming baby. I was coming for you no matter what.” Asmodeus coos.
“Ozzie.” Fizzie sighs lovingly. “Er, I’m really sorry about getting kidnapped, and everything. I thought coffee would be fine.”
“Oh nonono. You have nothing to apologize for.”
“Okay. Ew. If you’re going to do this, take my phone off speaker.” Loona suggests, barely keeping her disgust off her face. Does she want a romantic relationship? Maybe. Does that make this easier to listen to? No. She barely tolerates Moxxie and Milly’s cooing at each other. Asmodeus makes no attempt to defend himself, just takes her phone off speaker and talks quietly into it.
She could still hear him, but, she could pretend to not, at least. And maybe she speeds up a bit, just to get there faster. She doesn’t want to hear about anyone’s lovelife. Absolutely not.
--
Blitzo’s phone died. Fizzarolli pouts at the offending object, that just reflected his face back with the black screen. He considers asking someone, but the nurses have left him alone in the room, aaaand he’s not sure how using the call button for this would go over. So, he lays back and thinks about everything. Not that he wants to. He’d rather not think about today. Rather ignore it ever happened but. He thinks, he wants answers. Wants to poke Blitzo. Wants to poke at him until he gives him some sort of answer. Even if all it amounts to is Blitzo is a piece of shit. At the very least, he’d have an answer.
Thankfully, Fizzarolli isn’t left with his thoughts for too long, as soon enough Blitzo’s wheeled in. Fully conscious.
“Oh, hey Fiiiizzz.” Conscious but high. The doctors (or nurses? Fizz isn’t sure,) make no comment, not to Fizzarolli, simply moving Blitzo to the bed and then moving to leave, but Fizzarolli calls out to them, asking one for a phone charger. He gets a nod, and then they leave.
Leaving them alone.
Fizzarolli debates ignoring Blitzo. Laying there silently, but, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he sits up. “How, like, aware are you?” Fizzarolli asks, standing up and walking over to Blitzo’s bed. Blitzo blinks at him, smiling dumbly.
“Aww, nice hallucination. Very nice. Not normally nice.”
...Uh, should he- whatever. He can work with this. Doesn’t have to address that. “Yeah, sure. Why did you do that?” Blitzo blinks at him dumbly, and Fizzarolli turns away, pacing at the end of Blitzo’s bed as he rambled. Needing to do something other than look at Blitzo’s dumb face. “You didn’t try to help me at the fire! You didn’t even come see me afterwards. If you wouldn’t help me when we were friends why the fuck would you risk your life to save me now? What, was it just because I’m famous? You only care to help me cause I have power now? That I’m backed by-” Fizzarolli whirls on Blitzo, his voice getting louder and more hurt the longer he spoke, but it cuts off sharply when he looks at Blitzo again. Blitzo lying there, lying in a hospital bed with IVs and bandages, and. Crying. Silently crying. “The fuck you crying for?!” Fizzarolli shouts, angry. Angry at himself, for wanting to comfort Blitzo, angry that Blitzo’s crying, angry that seeing Blitzo hurt hurt Fizz. Why. Why did it hurt? He hated him. Blitzo abandoned him. He hated him.
“I’m sorry.” Blitzo mumbles. “I fucked up. I fucked everything up. I always do. Can’t do anything right.”
“Yeah. You do.” Fizzarolli snaps, not even sure what he’s responding to, puffing up his bravado while something inside just, breaks. He’s never seen Blitzo like this. This, quiet. Broken. It’s just, wrong. So wrong.
Blitzo nods, not even arguing, mumbling more, but Fizzarolli has to move closer to hear him. “Should’ve died. Shouldn’t be here. Make everything worse. Everyone worse.”
“What’re you mumbling about?” Fizzarolli demands, almost, hating himself for doing so. For, caring, in some manner, for Blitzo’s breakdown. He’s probably not even having a breakdown! It’s probably the drugs! Yeah. Just. Just the drugs.
Blitzo stares at Fizz with big, wide eyes, “I hurt everyone I love. I break them. I hurt them, I make them worse. I shouldn’t. You were right. Right. I should die alone.”
Fizzarolli recoils, almost flinching with shock. “I didn’t say that!” Thought it, maybe. Probably. But this is the second time he’s talked to Blitzo in fifteen years!
Blitzo’s brows furrow, seeming almost adorably confused. Fizzarolli hates that he even thinks that. “You didn’t? You don’t?” Blitzo mumbles, so confused.
“No!”
“Oh. Sorry.” Fizzarolli was about to make a retort when doctors come back in, instead, he snaps his mouth shut and goes back to his bed. Sitting there and silently watching as they go through, some sort of check up with Blitzo. Someone gives him a charger so he distracts himself shortly plugging it and watching it charge, until the doctors leave. It was slow, so Fizzarolli leaves it on the table, standing and turning to Blitzo. Seeing him wide eyed and present. Aw. It was easier to look at drugged Blitzo and not want to strangle him.
Whatever.
“Why the fuck did you do that.” Fizzarolli demands again, walking to the end of Blitzo’s bed crossing his arms in annoyance.
Blitzo stares at him, not a single emotion on his face, and he shrugs. Fucking shrugs. “Loona wanted me to. Didn’t have anything better to do.”
He’s going to strangle him. He’s going to murder this fucking asshole. “Oh sure!” Fizzarolli mocks, “You got yourself nearly killed because someone wanted you too. What, would you set yourself on fire if I wanted you to?”
Blitzo blinks impassively a couple times then, “Do you?”
“Yes!” Fizzarolli snaps, then winces. Fully realizing what he just said. “No.” Fizzarolli shakes his head, trying to get the anger back, turning away from Blitzo to pace, “Maybe. I don’t fucking know! Who the fuck is this bitch that you’d do that for her but wouldn’t even visit me in the hospital!?” Fizzarolli spins on Blitzo, glaring again. Angry again.
Blitzo flinches, blinking with wide eyes. “Um, you. You didn’t want me to.”
“Why the fuck wouldn’t I want my best fucking friend to visit me?!” Fizzarolli shouts, wanting to ring Blitzo’s stupid fucking neck. Did he actually convince himself Fizzarolli didn’t want to see him?! What the fuck!
“They. They told me you didn’t want me to.” Blitzo stammers out, blinking rapidly. Fizzarolli sees a tear fall before Blitzo quickly wipes his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Good.” Fizzarolli snaps, crossing his arms again, but it felt more like a hug. Blitzo thought he didn’t want to see him? Was told so? Well. Fuck no. No. Blitzo doesn’t get any high ground. Doesn’t get to be right. “And, I never told anyone that.” Fizzarolli adds, not looking at Blitzo, focusing on the clock on the wall. How late it was getting. Where was Ozzie? “Even if you ruined my life, burned me to shit because you were jealous, I still wanted to see you, because we were friends, asshole.”
“I wasn’t-” Blitzo snaps his mouth shut, looking away when Fizzarolli snaps to look at him.
“Wasn’t what.” Fizzarolli hisses, rounding the bed to get closer to Blitzo. Feeling angry and, hopeful. Hopeful that he was wrong, that his friend was still, was never not, but. Angry because it’s been fifteen years. Because so fucking what if he misunderstood? It doesn’t change shit.
Blitzo curls in on himself, glancing at Fizzarolli, now at his side, then down at the floor. “I wasn’t jealous, Fizz. It. It was an accident. I swear. It was an accident. I. I was upset, and I left, when I did I pushed Willy who had your cake, and. Everything went up so fast. It. It’s still my fault. Everything is still my fault.” Blitzo takes an audible, wet, breath. “I’m sorry.”
What was Blitzo upset about? What made him leave? Fizzarolli wants to ask but, can’t. Can’t ask that. Just, he can’t. He clings to his anger, his hate. “So what. You still left me, asshole. Maybe it was an accident but you chose to ditch me! Left me there to burn!”
“I was trying to get help!” Blitzo exclaims, snapping up to look at Fizzarolli, and, Fizzarolli flinches back. All the hot air leaving him as he stares at Blitzo’s teary eyes, his desperate face. “I was trying to get help.” Blitzo repeats quieter, tears dripping from his eyes as he shakes his head. “But it didn’t matter. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Fizz. It’s all my fault.”
Fizzarolli swallows, and forces bravado, forces a disdainful expression onto his face. “Glad you can admit it.” Fizzarolli snarks, figuring, Blitzo would snap back to normal. Bite back with words. Instead, Blitzo nods. Quietly agreeing and looking at his lap.
“I’m sorry,” Blitzo repeats, wiping at his eyes. “I’m sorry for what you lost, for hurting you so badly. I should’ve tried harder, I know. Nothing I say or do will ever make it right. I took so much from you. I’d hate me too.”
Fizzarolli stares at Blitzo, hating how helpless he felt. Hating that he’s actually reconsidering everything for the last fifteen years. Considering believing Blitzo. That he wants his friend back.
--
“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!” Asmodeus roars at the receptionist, who, keeps staring impassively at the flaming rooster. Never before has Asmodeus wanted to strangle a baphomet more. (Well, probably at some point, but none that he cares about right now.) Logically, if he could think logically, he might be happy they weren’t just giving out Fizzarolli’s room number to just anyone. But right now, he’s pissed off.
“Yes, Asmodeus Sir. I still cannot tell you the room number of someone you have no relation to.” The receptionist states, monotone as always.
Asmodeus growls, getting more fired up, if that was possible, debating whether he should deal with Balphagor later when she ineviatably comes after him for burning down part of her hospital, or if he should just strangle the receptionist. Before he could decide he’s shoved harshly out of the way by the Hellhound that accompanied him. His fire goes back to normal, surprised at the action, and the lack of care she has.
He’s not a particularly threatening Sin, by choice, but, there’s typically some respect for him. Loona, has absolutely none.
“Room number for Blitzo Buckzo, I’m his daughter.” Loona demands, slamming two cards on the counter and then pulling back her hand. The receptionist picks them up, looking at both before returning them with a visitor pass. “Two.” Loona demands, and the receptionist pulls out a second one, putting it on the counter as Loona shoves the cards in her pocket.
“Room C189. Left hall.” She says, pointing to her left.
“Thanks.” Loona snatches the visitor passes, and grabs Asmodeus by the arm to drag him down the hallway.
“Uh, you know, I don’t want to visit Blitzo.” Asmodeus says, still letting himself get dragged down the hallway by Loona. He can be a little grateful for her getting him a visitor pass. But he’d rather track Fizzarolli down than seen his enemy.
“Yeah I know.” Loona retorts, not stopping or even pausing, “But with Blitz’s luck, they’re in the same room. If not, you now have a visitor’s pass. But we’re going there first because you don’t have a fucking phone!” Loona snaps her head around to glare at Asmodeus, the pair briefly pausing.
Asmodeus chuckles, shrugging without shame, “I had more important things than remembering my phone.” Asmodeus dismisses, pulling himself free of Loona but starts walking beside her, they were walking fast, but walking. Mostly because the hospital had a rule about running and neither wanted to get kicked out. “Though, apparently, I need to talk to Froggie about contacts.” Asmodeus grumbles, he’s more talking to himself but. With a secret relationship, he doesn’t exactly have many people to bounce problems off of, and the hellhound already knows so. Why not? Maybe she has insight Asmodeus wouldn’t. Maybe. “Why would he have Mammon as his emergency contacts? Mammon wouldn’t even pick up the phone! Wouldn’t visit.” Asmodeus hisses, getting annoyed but not raising his voice. Not wanting anyone to get any ideas.
Loona groans, but responds, “Maybe it’s a work thing. Ya know? Mammon would lose a lot of money if Fizzie got hurt, so he needs to know.”
“We work together! It’s important for me to know too!” Asmodeus objects, fighting to keep his voice quiet.
Loona rolls her eyes, seeming to get more than a little irritated. “Okay. Maybe he doesn’t want any fucking visitors.” Loona snaps, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t think Blitz even has a contact. Then again, he normally doesn’t go to the hospital.”
“Why wouldn’t he want visitors?” Asmodeus doesn’t even touch the Blitzo thing. He doesn’t, really, care. But, also. That’s, minorly concerning. Not his problem. “Froggie loves people.”
Loona stops abruptly, giving Asmodeus a flat stare. “Does he love people, or does he act like he does?” Asmodeus blinks at Loona, not, entirely sure what she was getting at. Loona sighs, crossing her arms, “Look. I don’t know you, I don’t care about your relationship. But, I dunno, maybe remember that as an imp, Fizzie’s literally the second lowest class in Hell. Hellhounds and Imps are often seen as objects, not people. So maybe think if he’s acting to please you, or if he actually enjoys shit.” Loona turns and starts walking again.
Asmodeus follows after minor delay, his mind racing to his relationship with Fizzarolli. Through what they enjoy doing, when Fizzarolli had offered his opinions, if he ever disagreed with Asmodeus. He was rather distracted when they finally reach Blitzo’s room. But he snaps out of it when he hears Fizzarolli’s voice, relieved Loona’s guess was right and they were together. That he was going to be okay.
--
Was there a way for this day to get any worse? Blitzo pulls the pillow over his head, trying to drown out Fizz’s yelling. He had just asked the doctor if it was possible for him to leave soon. And Fizz started throwing a fit. Not that Blitzo’s upset Fizz seemed to care about him again but, everything was just. Weird. Strange, and too much. Blitzo’s too drained to really appreciate any of it. And also, in so much pain. Whatever bullshit painkillers they’re giving him suck. Why did he even have to have an IV in? It’s annoying. ...Would they notice if he took it out?
“And that’s final. He’s not discharging for at least a fucking week!” Fizz declares, like he was in a place to be making those decisions.
Blitzo removes the pillow from his face. “Hate to break it to ya Fizz, but I got a lot of work for the next week so. That ain’t happening.” Blitzo smiles and fires finger guns at Fizz, getting a glare in return.
“Ohohohoho, you think you get a choice?” Fizz demands, getting closer to Blitzo’s bed, turning his back to the doctor who visibly relaxes, grinning down at Blitzo in pure threat. “If you discharge then you’re coming home with me and I’m sitting on you for a fucking week!”
“Oh fuck you! You can’t do that!”
“Watch me asshole!”
“I am perfectly fine!” Blitzo can feel sharp pain everywhere when he breathes.
“Bullshit! You passed out!”
“People do that!”
“Knock knock.” Fizz’s mouth snaps shut, both of them turning to the door, where Loona stood with Asmodeus behind her. “We interrupting?” Loona asks dryly as she enters. Fizz, unfortunately, doesn’t move. Staring at the pair still. Asmodeus doesn’t come beyond the entrance, standing inside the room a little awkwardly.
Blitzo ignores them, looking at Loona. “Loony! Thank Satan. Sign the shit that will release me. I wanna get home.”
The doctor clears their throat, “Um, unfortunately, she cannot sign. With you so fresh from surgery, and the recommendation that you remain for at least a month, we need your Care Declarant to sign off, which. According to your records, is Ms Verosika Mayday.”
Blitzo groans loudly, exclaiming “Fucking Verosika!?”
Just as Fizz cheers, “Yes! Take that asshole! She’s not signing shit!” Fizz does a little happy dance, clearly overjoyed he got his way.
“Verosika is your CD? Why?” Loona asks, walking up to the other side of his bed, away from Fizz.
“Because the last time I was here we were together.” Blitzo explains tiredly, running a hand down his face. “She cared more than I did. After we broke up, I didn’t think about changing it cause I don’t come here.”
Fizz abruptly stops his happy dance. “Blitzoooo.” He growls threateningly, his arms crossed. “What does that mean.”
Blitzo winces, and looks to Loona, “Save me. Please.”
Loona raises an eyebrow, “Don’t you two like, hate eachother?”
“It was a misunderstanding.” Fizz dismisses, shrugging. “But if I have to fight this fucker to get him to stay in fucking bed I will!”
Loona looks between the two of them, before visibly deciding it was not her business. Turning her attention to the doctor instead. “Is this because he woke up during surgery?”
“He WHAT?!” Loona ignores Fizz, and Blitzo turns away from him, not wanting to be dragged into an argument.
“It was very unusual-”
“No it wasn’t.” Loona refutes, not letting the doctor finish. “There’s no amount of tranquilizers or anesthesia that you could pump into him that would keep him asleep for more than half an hour. He wakes up, it’s normal. He didn’t scream or anything, right?”
“W-Well no.”
Loona shrugs, “It happens. He’s fine. Besides, if he stays, he’s just gonna try to escape. You want him jumping out that window?” Loona asks, pointing at the large window in their room. It was a good size to jump out of. And he did already take his IV out...
The doctor looks between Fizz and Loona fearfully, then sighs with a wince. “Even if he leaves, he should still be on bedrest for a month, at least.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever. We’re going.” Loona yanks the blanket off of Blitzo’s lap. “Get up.” Blitzo shivers, but also stands without hesitation, staying still for a moment when his vision goes black, but he’s still upright when it comes back so he just smiles and turns to look at Fizz. Who promptly smacks himself in the face and turns to the doctor.
“Just give me the care instructions.”
News of both Fizzarolli and Asmodeus being at the hospital had gotten around, so when they exit the hospital, there’s loads of cameras and people. Loona squeezes through with ease, but when Blitzo tries to follow, Fizz grabs him and wraps an arm around his shoulder, forcing him to walk slowly with Fizz and Asmodeus. Loona pulls around the front of the hospital with the IMP van soon enough, sliding open the back door from inside. “Get in!”
And like a flash, all three of them crammed into the back, Blitzo slamming the door shut as Loona sped off. The three of them tried to get a little more comfortable, but, it was a little cramped with two imps and a sin. The best they could manage was when Fizz just sat in Asmodeus’ lap.
“Ugh, Loona pull over, I’m climbing up front.” Blitzo calls, still feeling cramped next to the sin. And, not really wanting to be in close quarters with him.
“Oh no you’re not!” Fizz refutes, leaning toward Blitzo, “You’re not allowed in the front seat of any car.” Fizz holds up a page, with, what Blitzo presumes tells him he’s not allowed there. Which. Great.
“Then someone is going up there cause the vans not big enough for us all back here!” Blitzo snaps back, annoyed. Look, he loved having Fizz back but when the fucking hell did he become a mother hen? Blitzo was fine! Totally fine.
“Then Ozzie will so I can look after you.”
“Oh fuck no!” Loona snaps from the front. “He’s staying back there. You all are. Everyone get into his lap if you need space.”
And, at any further attempted argument, Loona just flips them all off. And, after some awkward silence and shuffling, Asmodeus ends up with both Imps in his lap. They sit in silence, the only sound Loona’s blaring music from the front for a good while. Until Asmodeus breaks the silence.
"Sooo, how did this happen?" Asmodeus asks, gesturing between the two imps, but looking at Fizz. "Last I knew, we hated him."
Blitzo hunches his shoulders, looking away, feeling ashamed. Like normal. But Fizz just dismisses casually, “It was a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding.” Asmodeus repeats dryly, clearly not buying it.
Blitzo glances at Fizz, who was shrugging, unbothered and open, smiling genuinely still, “Yeah. It was an accident. Other people kept us apart afterwards.” Fizz laughs a bit, “We were in there for a while, Ozzie, we got talking.”
Asmodeus sighs softly, “If you say so.”
“I do!” Fizz declares cheerily, “Besides, he’s staying with us for the next month so I can make sure he stays in bed.”
“Oh hell no! I didn’t agree to that!” Blitzo snaps, turning back to look Fizz in his smarmy face.
Fizz flips him off with a smug grin, “Too bad it’s happening whether you want it to or not, dickface.”
“Oh fuck you sexclown!”
“Two second lay!”
“Faker!”
“Knife fucker!”
“All teeth no tongue!”
“Oral failure!”
“Finger-” Blitzo’s mouth snaps shut as his phone starts screaming, the insult he was gonna hurl at Fizz dying on his tongue as he fishes out his phone. Having finally gotten it back from Fizz. He winces when he sees Stolas calling but answers regardless. He doesn’t really have a choice. “Heeeeey, Stolas. What’s up?” Blitzo greets casually.
“I wanted to speak to you about last night.”
Blitzo winces. Fuck. Letting his emotions get the best of him was so stupid. He shouldn’t have ditched Stolas like that. “Oh? What about?” Blitzo asks, playing dumb, still casual.
“Well, you seemed upset after Asmodeus made his jokes, and, well. I want to make sure you’re okay.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Okay. Okay, he can deal with this. Yep. Yeppity yep yep yep. Blitzo laughs carelessly, “Oh that? Nah, that horny rooster meant nothing. Seeing Verosika always puts me in a bad mood is all.” Both Asmodeus and Fizz keep staring at him, looking concerned, and it makes Blitzo uncomfortable enough to turn away from them, staring out the windshield as Stolas responds.
“Oh. I see.” The silence that follows was, not great. Was Blitzo supposed to agree that it was Asmodeus? Was he not supposed to mention Verosika? Fuck. Duh! Why would he mention his ex?! Ahhhh, why is he so stupid? “Was it a bad break up then?”
Ah. Fuck. Blitzo snorts, “Oh yeah. The worst. She stabbed. I can point out the scar next time if you want.” Verosika did not, in fact, stab him. She slapped him, and took all his money but. He really deserved worse. With what he did to her, how he hurt her, he wouldn’t have been upset or even blamed her if she did stab him.
“Oh no no. No. That’s okay. Although, speaking of our arrangement, why don’t we put it off for a week? Let last night fade from memory.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want. I’ll see you in a week?”
“Friday. See you then Blitzy.” Blitzo breathes a sigh of relief when Stolas hangs up. He knows he fucked up, he needs to make it right. Hopefully, the week break will make it easier. Not, harder.
“Uh. You’re not going anywhere in a week.” Fizz declares, and. Unfortunately, it just, makes something snap in Blitzo. He snaps around to look at Fizz, feeling pissed but hating that he was, feeling ashamed and small.
“We’re not friends!” Blitzo snaps, “We made up two hours ago, you don’t get to suddenly dictate my life. I’ll go wherever the fuck I want. I’ve been fucking fine for the last fifteen years, you don’t need to baby me!”
Unfortunately, Fizz doesn’t back down or cower from yelling. Rather, growing up with Blitzo, he just yells back. Louder. “Maybe someone fucking should’ve been! You’re barely functioning! How the fuck did you even get a fucking child!?” Fizz gestures at Loona and. Blitzo isn’t sure if he said something about her and forgot, or if someone else told Fizz but, neither was important.
“Oh screw you you Sell Out Bitch, I’m a great fucking adult!”
“Sell out?! The only fucking thing I’m selling out is shows, Failure. Your friends fucking kidnapped me! What the fuck are you teaching your kid?!”
“I’m twenty three assholes!” Loona yells, clearly getting irritated with them, but she’s ignored due to Fizz and Blitzo’s own shouting match.
“Teaching her how to fucking survive and be a person, Skipfuck. At least I’ve done something with my life!”
“Oh sure. Murdering people left right and center! Great fucking business!” Fizz mocks.
“It is! No one’s in fucking charge of me! No one tells me what to do!”
“Someone clearly fucking should if you’re stupid enough to get yourself killed!”
“I’m not dead dumbass!”
“You nearly fucking were!”
“I don’t need your fucking pity or help! Just fuck off back to lust and forget about me dipshit. You didn’t give two shits about me this morning!” Fizz flinches, just a bit, but it was enough for Blitzo to regret his words, even if he’s not sure what hurt him. And enough for Asmodeus to join in on the yelling.
About how Blitzo should be grateful Fizz wants to help him and forgave him. Of course, Blitzo wasn’t in a place to just accept that, so he yells back, and Fizz yells, and they’re all yelling, barely able to hear eachother, only a cacophony of noise, that doesn’t stop until Loona howls. It’s only then they notice they’re stopped, parked in the elevator to Lust. Loona glares at the three of them, who all stay sheepishly silent.
“Stop fucking yelling. No one gives a shit. Blitz get up here.” Blitzo has zero hesitation in climbing up front. “Being up front won’t kill him.” Loona snaps before Fizz could say anything. Even as the other was raring to argue. “You two are going to do your stupid couple shit, and we’re going to ignore it for as long as fucking possible.” The couple in question flush, glancing awkwardly at each other.
“Couple?” Blitzo repeats, eyes wide with a grin, then shrugs, not really caring. “Huh. Well! I’m gonna take a nap.” Blitzo declares, turning the radio up, and promptly conking out. Today has been way too fucking long. Way too many emotions. He needs to sleep for a week and kill for a month. Maybe when he wakes up, Fizzarolli will be back to hating him like normal. Life will be back to normal. He’ll wake up on his couch, and this was all just a weird stupid dream.
Hopefully.