Conflict is resolved

It was a large room with a high ceiling. A huge number of costumes were stored here. Blitz looked around, and then turned warily at the closed door, and then looked intently at Fizzarolli, still not understanding why he called him into some strange room with costumes. Fizz walked past Blitz, slightly hitting him with his hip, deliberately doing it, teasing him a little, and then lightly slapped his cheek with the tip of his tail. The jester seemed to be testing the "soil". Blitz was closely watching his every move, preparing for any meanness. And of course, Fizz disappeared from the eyes of the imp, among the costumes, before he could blink an eye. — Hey, you! Noodles on legs! Where did you go?! — Blitz, despite his sarcasm and the stupidity of Fizzarolli, was focused. He couldn't help but think that Striker might be in the building somewhere. Although, to be honest, his head was a complete mess because of a bunch of different thoughts. Fizz felt it, and he wanted to distract such a serious friend and turn all his attention to himself. Fizzarolli had a very playful mood, which is why he is a jester whose goal is to entertain and make the audience laugh. Moreover, memories from his youth were climbing into his head, because Blitz was next to him. The imp was pacing down, looking for a hidden friend among a pile of suits, but suddenly stopped, crossing his arms over his chest. Fizz was hanging from the ceiling, watching the Blitz with great interest. He is curious what the imp is going to do next? However, Blitz sat down on some kind of box standing on the floor, but a second later he fell through there. — Fuck! — Blitz cursed, trying to get out of the box. Fizzarolli, who was watching this, could not restrain himself and burst out laughing all over the room, almost falling from the ceiling. No matter how many years have passed, but Fizz always laughed with the clumsiness of the Blitz. The imp threw a discontented glance up, noticing him, and then silently showed a laughing friend the middle finger and meanwhile fell even more into the box, — Satan's ass… — I think it's not Satan's ass that's stuck right now, for sure! — Fizz deftly descended from the ceiling, landing next to Blitz. He burned him with a dissatisfied look, hinting that problems await him as soon as the imp gets out of the box — It looks like someone is stuck ~ — Fuck you, genius. Hell yeah, I'm stuck, guess what? And when I get out of here, you're going to regret it, Fizz! — Blitz was annoyed at the expense of this situation, not only was he stuck so stupidly, but Fizz also laughed at him. Once he thought it was funny, but now he was not laughing. — Give a helping hand? — The jester grinned, watching Blitz's attempts to get out of the box. — I can handle it myself! — Well, well! — The jester said with a grin, and then lay down on the floor in front of his friend, dangling his legs in the air, and propped his head with his hands, watching the imp. Blitz squinted at him incomprehensibly, getting a little more annoyed. — Why are you staring at me? Do you think it's funny? — Of course it's funny to see your pathetic attempts to get out, although you perfectly understand that you are not ... — Fizz did not have time to finish, when suddenly the box tipped over and Blitz got out of it, and then stood up proudly, shaking off the dust from the suit and coming closer to Fizz crossed his arms over his chest. — Well? Is it still funny to you? — You're a bore, Blitzo! It was funny! Relax! Nothing threatens you or me. — You know, I got the impression that with age, the roles have changed with you. I used to be such a, you know, naive, cheerful fool, and you're stuffy, now it's the opposite. — Who are you calling a stuffy?! — Fizzarolli threateningly got up from the floor, approaching close to the Blitz, managing to press it into the wall. — You, jester! Admit it, you didn't really like fooling around before, mostly I did it. And yes, Fizz, I think if you keep pressing me like that, I'll break the wall with my horns. And I'll make Moxxie fix it, he's no stranger to it. — That's how you spoke, Blitz... — Fizzarolli nuzzled his nose, getting as close as possible. Blitz tensed because of such proximity and managed to slip out of his grip, being behind his back. Fizz made a disgruntled face, wrapping his limbs around his friend's body and pressed him into the wall again, — Don't run away, Blitzo. You won't be able to do it anyway… — Fizz, stop, come to your senses, please ... — Blitz began to break out of his hands, already pressing himself into this unfortunate wall. The jester pulled him closer to him until he rested his feet on his chest, continuing to resist. — Why?! You invited me to kiss on top of that structure! And now what's wrong? — Wait, what?! I thought you had already forgotten this moment! — Blitz finally broke out of his grip, collapsing on the floor backwards, and then stood up, rubbing his bruised places, — Fizz, I was joking… — Are you kidding? Do you think I'll believe you? It wasn't a joke. Moreover, it is not a joke, because later it turned out that you were in love with me! — Well ... still ... — Blitz tried to start to justify himself, but Fizz continued. — Blitz, let me tell you something. I was in love with you then too. — But it doesn't make any sense now, Fizz! You're with Asmodeus, living happily, and I... I would… — Blitz! Listen to me! — I don't want to break you life again, Fizzarolli! — Blitz called his friend by his full name for the first time, which was unexpected for both Fizz and himself. — Blitzo... — Fizz was confused, not expecting his best friend to call him by his full name, although he had never used his full name before, but still the jester began to get annoyed. Some vague feelings enveloped him. He stubbornly looked into the eyes of the imp, who shifted his gaze to the side. He was tired of Blitz being afraid of his feelings and afraid of hurting someone after that incident. There was a moment in Fizzarolli's head when Blitz asked about a kiss on top of an iron structure, but then reduced it all to a stupid joke. But it didn't seem to Fizz at all that this was a joke, after all, Blitz might not remember, but Fizzarolli remembers well that they once had a kiss. — Fizz… Can I have some water? — Blitz suddenly asked. Fizzarolli nodded silently and left the room in search of a bottle of water.

Memory:

Blitz and Fizzarolli were teenagers. After another joint performance in the circus, Fizz wanted to have fun and relax, the whole night was ahead. Having finished changing into ordinary everyday clothes, the young imps left the circus tent together, and then walked down the street. The jester smiled mysteriously, looking at his friend, drawing his attention to himself. — Fizz, why are you smiling like that? — Blitz asked, trying to guess where his friend got so much joy from. — Dude, I got tickets to Mammon's concert! — What?! — Blitz was stunned by this news, because it was very difficult to get a ticket to the concert. How did Fizz manage to do this remains a mystery — How?! Tickets are almost impossible to get, and considering how much they cost… — Dude, I've been planning for a long time for you and me to get to this concert! And for this I had to charm Mammon himself ~ — Fizzarolli boasted that he got tickets almost for nothing, — He made a big discount for us, so don't think that it's for nothing. — Holy shit, Fizz… How did you manage it? — Oh, you'd better not ask. We have the whole night ahead of us today! I know you definitely don't have anything to do. Well, only if you jerk off! Ha! — Very funny, asshole... — Blitz was slightly embarrassed, turning his gaze away while walking along the street with his friend. Fizz looked at him, smiling happily, but he always had a share of concern for his best friend. — You've been quiet lately, Blitzo. Are you all right? — Fizz put his hand on the imp's shoulder, looking at him carefully. — Of course I'm fine, Fizz. What could be wrong with me? — Blitz replied with an awkward grin, rubbing his elbow nervously. Something was bothering him a lot, but he didn't know what it was. The day was not easy and the performance did not go as well as he wanted. Plus, behind the scenes, he was heavily criticized by colleagues, plus his father. And only Tilla praised him, as she always did, so that Blitz would feel better. Everyone praised only Fizzarolli and Barbie, plus some other circus performers, among whom they were. Among the best. Cash also put Blitz on the list of losers, although in his opinion there is only one loser for the whole circus and this is Blitz. — Let me guess: did your father criticize you again? Yeah, fuck it, man! This asshole will never be happy with you, even if you do a triple somersault in the air. Everything has been clear with this old imp for a long time! At least to me for sure… — Well, yeah, my father is still an asshole, no matter how bad the way I speak about him. But, you know, Mom doesn't like him either. It shows. She's only with him for me and Barbie. She wants a better future for us. Dad doesn't care. By the way, he also ran into Barbie today and angered her so much that she quickly left somewhere. I can't even imagine what he could have said to her… — Your sister is quite a spark, to put it mildly, — Fizz smiled awkwardly, reminding what a difficult character Barbie Wire has. — Oh, yes, it is not recommended to anger her at all. She will burn through with a glance! — Oh, yeah! Okay, we'll stop by your house on the way, dress you up in a more suitable outfit for the concert. — What's wrong with my outfit at the moment? — Blitz squinted at his friend, crossing his arms on his chest with displeasure. The imp was dressed in his everyday clothes: a pale yellow hoodie, under which there was a white T-shirt, black trousers and black shoes with a white toe. — Personally, I think there should be a more appropriate and cheeky dress code at Mammon's concert! — Yeah-yeah, okay, fine... — Blitz just rolled his eyes, but did not want to argue with Fizzarolli. In the end, he didn't really care about his appearance, unlike Fizz, who was ready to change into different clothes at least every day.

The memory is interrupted:

Blitz abruptly dropped out of his own memory, not noticing how he found himself in utter darkness. After a few seconds, it became light again, but the imp was not in the same room, but in the circus arena. He got into a circus owned by his father. —Oh, damn it... what the?! — Blitz began to look around in a panic, — Why am I here?! How did I get here?! — The imp was seriously scared. The last time he was so scared, literally a day ago, when Fizzarolli could have died at his own hands. Suddenly, Fizzarolli's evil, vile laughter was heard from everywhere. Blitz felt very uncomfortable, sensing something was wrong. — Fizz...? How did we end up here? Fizz, where are you?! — The imp began to look around, trying to find the source of the sound. It became dark in the arena. And only a pale ray of light from the ceiling illuminated a small space of the arena, including Blitz and Fizzarolli. Blitz stared blankly at his friend, but became very alert. — Did you, a naive idiot, seriously think that you could get away with all this so easily? — What are you talking about, Fizz...? There was a sharp jolt and Blitz fell to the floor. What did it all mean? He stood up on his elbows, looking with a kind of fear at Fizzarolli. — Are you that dumb, Blitz? Looks like your dad was right about you! — Fizz laughed again, a nasty, evil laugh. Blitz became irritated. It seemed like everything that had been between him and Fizz for almost two days didn't matter anymore. The imp got up from the floor, frowning, but did not dare to take out the gun, although he felt threatened. The crest on his back twitched slightly. — What are you saying, Fizz? What happened? What went wrong? Is this another joke? — Blitz really didn't understand what had happened and why Fizzarolli had changed in an instant. — You really are an idiot, Blitzo! Your pathetic life is a joke! — The jester roughly grabbed the body of the imp with his hands, unpleasantly squeezing, bringing it closer to him, — Did you really think that it was possible to forgive you in one day? Did you seriously believe that you didn't ruin my life? You're a naive idiot to believe that! — Fizzarolli roughly threw the imp away from him and Blitz crashed into a wooden pole in the arena, hitting his head and horns hard to such an extent that a black tip broke off on one of the horns, — But is it possible to forgive this in principle? My life has become better and you haven't been in it for fifteen years! And it would be better if you never appeared in my life! Just know that your apologies won't fix anything. You were so pathetic when you almost got shot because of your open weakness! It's sickening to watch! Did you think that you and I would become friends again? Considering that you blew me up for the second time, Blitzo! Never! Blitz silently listened to how Fizzarolli pressed him, he could not do anything, a huge lump stood in his throat, it was impossible to speak, his hands were shaking violently, everything around him began to spin at a furious pace, as the imp was dizzy and slightly nauseous. — Disappear, Blitzo! It will be easier for everyone! Am I right guys? ~ — Fizz drew Blitz's attention to, as it turned out, the audience sitting in the circus. And again there was an ominous vile laughter, echoing from everywhere. Blitz turned around sharply and noticed that there were a lot of people in the circus, who were mocking and buzzing, chasing Blitz away from the arena, and someone even threw something at him. — And this pathetic disgrace is my son! — The owner of the circus, Cash Buckzo, shouted out from the crowd of spectators, — Sometimes I have a feeling that this is not my son at all! I wish Fizzarolli was my son, not you! — Not just a disgrace! This bastard is also a murderer! And the one who spoils the life of everyone around! — Blitz's sister Barbie also joined the crowd, reminding him once again about that accident — This is the worst boss I've ever met! He can't do anything right without us! — Suddenly Millie appeared among the crowd, humiliating Blitz as well as everyone else — Absolutely right, dear! This idiot is just waiting for us to do everything for him! — Moxxie also kept up with the crowd. — He thinks that if he adopted me when I was almost eighteen, then I will consider him my own father! Yeah, right now! It's better for me to throw myself off the roof than to live with such a jerk who can't keep track of himself! Why did you adopt me at all?! Where is the guarantee that you will not throw me the same way like the past "parents" doing this?! — He only knows how to spoil everyone's life and break hearts. Such a pathetic piece of shit is not capable of loving anyone! — Verosika has now joined the crowd, being a former girlfriend for the Blitz — I may have made mistakes, but I am able to admit them, unlike him! And at least I won't run away like the last pathetic coward! — You have such potential, and you let some royal vile skin fuck you, even though you are above it and we could work together to be better than everyone else, but since you have signed yourself up as a whore, then die a miserable whore, Blitz! — Even Striker was in this nightmare. — How blind I was, not realizing that you don't care about my feelings, Blitz. You don't care so much that you didn't even bother to check on me at the hospital after everything that happened between us! You won't care if I die, — Stolas had the last word in the crowd. — SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALL OF YOU! SHUT UP! — Blitz shouted heart rendingly to the whole arena. His cry echoed everywhere. There was pressure on him from all sides, his psyche could no longer withstand all this. The imp has nothing left but to run wherever his eyes look. He ran away, trying to get out of the circus, but on the way he stumbled upon his shadows of the past and present. He stumbled upon his father, who immediately brutally humiliated his son, driving him away, then met Barbie, who again sent him to hell. Verosika, who even in his head is ready to call him all known and unknown nicknames. Fizzarolli, who pushed him, forcing him to fall to the ground and periodically grabbed and threw him to the sides. Loona, who directly said that she hated him and that she didn't need him. Moxxie and Millie, who threw a barb at him. A mocking Striker who just stood aside and humiliat him along with the rest and watched him. Blitz just silently endured all this, not trying to answer any of them, because he simply did not have the strength to do it. Then he came across Stolas. The prince only silently turned around, glaring at the little imp, and then turned away from him, disappearing into thin air, leaving behind only black feathers. — You're going to die alone, Blitz! — This phrase came from everywhere from Fizzarolli and from the others who were in Blitz's imagination while he was trying to find a way out of all this nightmare and suddenly he fell into a black hole formed under him. Again darkness and complete silence. After a few seconds, Fizzarolli's voice started to be heard again, but it didn't get any better. It was still dark all around. Blitz leaned his shoulder against the wall, looking around in a panic and sliding down it, sitting on the floor. — Blitz... Blitz? Blitzo! — Finally, Fizzarolli's voice was clearly heard, somewhere in the back of the room. The jester was looking for his friend in the room, who, as it turned out, while staying in nightmarish visions, managed to move from the place where he was sitting before. Blitz heard him. He realized that he was in the same room again, and not in the circus, but remembering something, he carefully probed his horns, checking for integrity, because he was badly shuffled around the arena and exhaled with relief, realizing that his horns had withstood another blow. He didn't want to show himself to Fizzarolli anymore. The imp found a way out by managing to bypass the hangers with suits behind which Fizz was standing, but on the way he managed to cut himself on some knitting needle sticking out of the bag. The bag was hanging on one of the hangers. The needle was sharp, tearing the sleeve on the shoulder of the suit. A couple of drops of black demonic blood splattered on the floor, but Blitz did not notice it, silently retreating from the room. He was in pain, but he silently endured quite a lot of pain without making a sound. Fizzarolli, in complete bewilderment, began to look for the imp among the costumes, thinking that he also decided to fool around, like him, but after searching the entire room he did not find him. The jester went to the exit of the room and came across a bag from which the needle was sticking out. Its tip was stained with Blitz's blood, plus there was a torn piece of fabric from his suit. Fizzarolli frowned, sensing something was wrong, but he knew what to do. He came out of that room and walked with quick steps somewhere. Meanwhile, Blitz climbed out onto the roof of the tall building in which he and Fizz were, but he did not know what led him there. He sat on the edge of the flat roof, legs dangling, looking down at the visible city of the Ring of Greed. The view was quite beautiful from such a height, despite this eternal greenish haze over the city of the Ring of Greed. It's not the first time he's sat on the edge of the roof like this, he's done it quite often while no one is watching. Below, the size of ants, various demons, succubus, incubus and other demonic creatures walked. Blitz sighed heavily, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, deciding to smoke one. In a way, it calmed him down, even though it was a bad habit, but it's hell. No one cares about any rules, etiquette, manners, etc. But, nevertheless, even in hell, at least some rules were observed. Blitz continued to look down silently, periodically taking a puff and exhaling gray smoke from his lungs. That nightmarish vision wouldn't get out of his head. The imp's eyes darkened sharply, but not much. Voices began to sound in his head, which gradually drove him crazy. It looks like the nightmare continues. — You have the opportunity to stop torturing others, including yourself, Blitz. Choose: You can get a gun out of your bosom. Or just jump off from here. The height is decent, you are guaranteed to crash and die, — Some vague voice sounded in his head, unlike any of those that would belong to those whom Blitz knows. The imp became alert, looking around him, but saw no one. — What the fuck? — Blitz cursed softly, making an irritated sound as he finished his cigarette. He looked down again, thinking about something, gradually sinking into his thoughts. Soon he finished smoking, throwing a cigarette down from the roof, having extinguished it before. He looked up at the sky, slightly arched back, leaning on his hands, legs still hanging down from the roof. Suddenly, an extraneous sound was heard from the roofs of neighboring buildings. Blitz instantly grabbed his gun, holding it ready to fire. The strange rustling continued for a moment longer. The imp looked around, changing the direction of his weapon. — Nobody needs you in this life, Blitzo. What do you want to live for? To spoil the lives of those who are dear to you further? You killed your mother, whom you loved so much. Your own sister hates you. You made your friend disabled for life. You're ruining Millie and Moxxie's life by getting into it. You're ruining your daughter's life. Are you still sure you should live at all? Does anyone love you? Those who loved you found out what an insignificant and pathetic creature you are. There is no one to love you, you have destroyed everything. Now destroy the main problem in your life: Yourself! The strange voice in his head continued to bother Blitz. It was driving him crazy. He put one hand to his forehead, squinting hard, as if in pain. Although it hurt only mentally and from a badly bleeding wound on his shoulder. — Leave me alone, damn voice ... — the imp grated softly, through his teeth, trying to resist. His gaze fell on the gun, which he still held in his hand. — Stop being a coward. Do something decent in the last moments of your worthless life: Die! Make life better for those who are so dear to you. Disappear! And the problems will disappear. Blitz's gaze was directed into the void, his hand seemed to put a gun to his temple itself, trembling slightly. — Well done. Now just pull the trigger. It's not that hard, is it, Blitzo? — Shut the fuck up... — Blitz said softly, closing his eyes and preparing to pull the trigger. Suddenly, something abruptly grabbed him around the body, abruptly knocking him to the floor. The gun flew out of his hand, landing somewhere on the roof floor, not far from him. Realizing what had happened, Blitz looked at Fizzarolli, who stood in front of him, who was experiencing a mixture of emotions at that moment: Anger and fear. — Are you fucking completely fucked up?! — Fizz abruptly picked up the imp from the floor, putting him on his feet, and then slapped him a big slap because of which he almost fell back to the floor, - I'm asking you! What is this?! What the fuck got into you, idiot?! — Don't pretend! — Blitz abruptly snapped at Fizz, taking a step towards him, clenching his hands into fists, — You think I'm a complete idiot, right?! You can't fucking forgive me for what I've done! Admit it! No need to pretend! You still hate me! You can't forgive me! It's impossible! Impossible! — The imp grabbed his head with both hands, slightly, but painfully, clutching it with his claws, squinting in pain. — You're completely out of your mind! — Fizz continued to scold his friend for the fact that he almost did the irreparable, — I would hate you and would never forgive you if you did the really irreparable now! Why?! What's gotten into you?! — Fizz... what am I supposed to live for? Haven't I ruined all of your lives enough? I don't want this anymore.… I have to get rid of the main problem in my life: From myself. — No, you shouldn't! These are not your words, who is said you this?! Who made you do it, Blitz?! — Fizzarolli was just furious and at the same time very scared for the life of his friend, — Why did you try to do this, Blitzo? — But did I… I don't want to ruin your life again… And none of you. I'd better disappear. It would probably be better if I never appeared in your life.… Fizzarolli was taken aback by such words. He clenched his fists with anger and annoyance, thinking what to answer to this. — You know what? You haven't been around me for fifteen fucking years since that incident! Think about it, Blitz! We've met twice in the whole time. And only recently everything has improved for us. I'm not ready to lose you again, damn it! Especially this time forever! Idiot! You almost did the irreparable! — There were tears in Fizzarolli's eyes, the light makeup on his eyes blurred, turning into terrible blurred stripes due to tears. Blitz was scared, realizing that he had brought his best friend to tears. He slightly reached out to him, but Fizz stopped him, wiping his eyes with his free hand, quickly putting himself in order. — Do you really do makeup? — Blitz asked, looking at the jester a little perplexed. — It doesn't matter… This is not about that, Blitz, but about the fact that you almost died by your own hands! Why the fuck did you have to do that?! — Fizz picked up the gun lying on the floor, handing it to Blitz, after all, it's his thing, - So that I don't see you pointing it at yourself anymore! —But I'm ruining everything, Fizz! How can you not understand! I just... — Blitz put the gun in his bosom, continuing to rant, but Fizz interrupted him. — Shut up, you idiot! You're not ruining anything! Enough! Stop it! Look, what happened really can't be fixed. Practically. Only if you start living in a new way and change your attitude to the situation and realize that it could have been much worse! Blitz, believe me, when this happened to me, you know what i mean, I didn't want to live. But I didn't give up. Moreover, Ozzy and Mammon helped me not to give up, believe in myself and move on. Well, as you know, Ozzy gave me new opportunities because of my cybernetic limbs. Plus, it's easier to sleep without huge horns. Much better. Blitz, you're torturing yourself up and… — Fizz, you don't understand! Whoever I'm with… I'm just ruin everything… It always happens! Every time! — But it's not like that… — No, it's fucking true! And today is no exception! I'm ruining everything again! This… This is true. Accept it, — Blitz turned away from Fizzarolli, hugging himself by the shoulders and hiding the tears that appeared in his eyes. Fizz frowned a little, putting his hand on his shoulder, but Blitz quickly removed it, and headed for the exit from the roof, — Come on, Fizz... sorry I didn't help you with something... in that room… — We're going there, Blitz. The case is still not over. I don't know what got you in that room, but we're going there anyway, — Fizz followed his friend, and there was a plan in his mind. As soon as they entered back into that very room, Fizz sat Blitz down on the floor against the wall, sitting next to him. He handed him a bottle of water and took out a small first aid kit, taking out everything he needed to treat his shoulder wound. — Fizz, come on, it's not the first time... — Blitz started to speak, but Fizz stopped him by putting his index finger to his lips. — There's no need to say anything, Blitz. Now you just need to be quiet and not think about anything. It will be easier this way. Blitz just sighed, and then looked at the water bottle, took a couple of sips, and then choked slightly, realizing something, but first he had to clear his throat. — Blitz, in the name of Satan, you seriously can't even drink without problems? — Fizz rolled his eyes, having interrupted the treatment of the wound and was now banging his hand on the imp's back. He finally cleared his throat, and then looked at the bottle again and shifted his gaze to Fizzarolli. — Did you drink from this bottle? — Blitz looked askance at his friend, holding a water bottle in his hand. — Well, yes, why? — Fizz looked blankly at Blitz, but then returned his gaze to the wound on his shoulder, continuing the treatment. Blitz sat in a stupor, clutching the bottle in his hand. The eye twitched slightly, — What's wrong? — You see... — Blitz didn't know how to tell him about his thoughts, something stopped him. — Is this a kiss not directly? Does it bother you so much, or what? — Fizz chuckled, not at all embarrassed by these thoughts, understanding everything perfectly. But Blitz was more embarrassed than ever, pressing his knees to his chest and wrapping his tail around himself, leaving only the tip free, which lay freely on the floor, — Okay, now explain to me why you ran away from here? I was worried about you, you idiot! What was I supposed to think when you asked for some water, I went for it, I come back, and you're not there?! — It's very complicated, Fizz… — I'll help, Blitz... trust me ... — the jester took his hand in his with tenderness,stroking his thumb, moving closer, — Understand, if you keep it to yourself, it will only get worse for you. For example, what makes you think that I can't just forgive you in one or two days? What do you think is more important to me of two things? To forgive you, knowing that you are alive and finally we met and sorted out the usual misunderstanding, which turned almost into hatred… Because we were definitely pitted against is your damn father! Or do you think I'd rather hold a grudge against you all my life? And let you just disappear from my life like that again, after fifteen years apart from each other? Does it look like I still resent you for what happened so long ago and what I managed to fix? — I... don't know, Fizz. This is going to sound very strange, but it looks like you're right and I really went nuts. Because I had a nightmare vision in reality. Once again I found myself in my father's circus… First there was you, who humiliated me and told me how much you hated me and that it would be better if I never appeared in your life. And then everyone else joined... — it was hard for Blitz to speak, a lump rose in his throat again. Fizzarolli just sighed heavily, shaking his head. — That's what you brought yourself to with your thoughts after that incident. Finish with the self-flagellation, Blitz. — It's not just about the incident here, Fizz. After the accident, I did a lot of terrible things, not immediately realizing what I was doing. From the outside, I don't notice what I'm doing. But then at night my whole vile nature is reflected in my nightmares. They show me what kind of scum I really am and that even my own daughter hates me! I follow Millie and Moxxie, secretly dreaming that I would one day have such a relationship, I get into Loona's personal life to protect her, although, it turns out, she doesn't need it, but I still climb like some sick crazy father… But I just want to give her something I never got from my dad. I want only the best for her. I want her to be happy, even if she hates me with all her heart! I push Stolas away too… I really didn't even visit him once while he was in the hospital. I'm a fucking selfish piece of shit… He needed at least one of my visits to him in the hospital. Verosika is a separate story, I didn't consider our relationship serious, I was just trying to drown out the pain of the past and I'm sorry that I hurt her, I didn't know that she was in love with me! I... probably just don't understand myself what love is. And even if I had confessed to you on that fateful day and all this had not happened... it's not a fact that you would have accepted it. Perhaps in the future you wouldn't be able to stand my vile character… Unfortunately, I got a nasty character from my father. What can I say, I fucking look like him. Even too much. The same selfish piece of shit! I hate myself! I hate! Maybe that's why the voice in my head is my subconscious, which is screaming for me to just disappear! Who would it make worse?! — Blitz's voice was breaking down with every word, because he was trying to suppress the hysterics and tears that were bursting out. In the end, he couldn't stand it, covering his eyes with his hands, curling up on the floor, wrapping his tail more tightly, pressing his back against the wall, sobbing. Fizzarolli listened to everything in silence, analyzing his friend's condition, thinking what to do next so as not to scare him off. — You asked who would be worse off if you disappeared? To everyone. No one wants you dead, believe me. No matter how much of an asshole you are, you are dear to all of us. Just know it. It may seem to you that I am now stupidly speaking for everyone you know. But I saw something and I know for sure that they will say the same thing. Millie, Moxxie, Loona, Stolas, I don't know about Verosika... and me. I will definitely say that I don't want you to die and I won't allow it, damn it! And if you continue this bullshit again, I will punch you, — Fizz looked at the crying imp in front of him, and then hugged him tightly. It was difficult for Blitz to calm down, he also hugged the jester tightly, slightly digging his claws into his back, as the emotions were too strong. Fizzarolli felt his back gradually getting wet from his friend's tears, but he silently endured it, as did the claws of the imp, continuing to calm him down. Now it was much more important than a wet back, which also had the claws of a sob. The two imps continued to embrace in silence for a few more minutes. Still, Blitz peeled away from him, pulling his claws out of his back, looking guiltily at Fizz. He just waved his hand, he's used to it. — I'm sorry I threw a tantrum here, Fizz. I didn't even think I'd snap so much. I'm usually more reserved, but lately I haven't been myself, — Blitz sighed heavily, wiping his wet eyes. Fizzarolli was sitting right next to him, holding his hand in his own, deciding to intertwine their fingers together. Both blushed slightly, but no one said anything about this moment. — You're just really broken, Blitz. You need help, and serious, otherwise you can cum up badly and... fuck, did I say cum? This is the dumbest thing that could sound from me at the moment, — Fizzarolli heard a suppressed laugh and slowly turned his gaze to Blitz, who was sitting motionless, but the imp's eyes were running around, this clearly meant something, — If you laugh at the"cum", then… — Pfft ... — Blitz snorted laughingly, waving his hand in his direction, turning his gaze away from him. Fizz grinned slightly, realizing what was going on and decided to "finish" him to the end, having absorbed his role as a jester, the purpose of which was to make a friend sitting next to him laugh. — Ohoho! ~ I think I understand you, Blitzo~ Funny with "cum"? — No, Fizz, just don't you dare finish that sentence, asshole! — Blitz shook his head, trying to focus on something else. — Oh, so you meant that I have to cum with this? — The jester grinned wider, seeing his withdrawal, — I would have cum with this, but I'm afraid that I myself would not suddenly cum from thoughts about big daddy's big dick ~ — Pfft ... enough, fool ... — The imp was on the verge, trying not to laugh, even at such a stupid joke, but which would be guaranteed to make him laugh in two counts. Blitz turned away from him in every possible way, covering his mouth with his hand, but Fizz was stubborn and was going to do his job to the end — I won't laugh at such a stupid joke, I won't stoop to such a level. No, don't even try! — What’s long and hard and has cum in the middle? Cucumber. — FIZZ, FUCK! — Blitz laughed at Fizz's joke about "cum", tapping his fist on the floor, - Well, what the fuck to joke like that in this situation? Asshole! You did it on purpose! — It was difficult for the imp to calm down, because such jokes could often bring him to hysteria and Fizzarolli knew this, which he took advantage of. — Hah! I set myself the goal of making you laugh, taking advantage of the moment. Moreover, it was always easy to make you laugh with some stupid joke and not only, Blitz, i don't even need to make much effort, don't I remember that? — Fizz grinned proudly, looking at his laughing friend, who had already laid down on the floor, unable to calm himself. Fizzarolli is no stranger to joking such jokes at his performances, no matter how cool he is a jester. Such jokes began with him even from childhood, such was the upbringing of two imps. The jester watched as his friend gradually calmed down from laughing, and he himself quietly grinned at him, — Are you feeling better, Blitz? — Fizz asked, waiting for him to calm down completely. — Yes... thank you, Fizz, — Blitz continued to wipe his eyes wet with tears with his free hand, but after laughing, — I really felt better. Maybe for the first time in all this fucking time,— the Imp lazily snuggled up to his friend, resting his head on his shoulder. Fizzarolli was calmly stroking his shoulder. — I understand you catch periodic panic attacks, plus nightmarish visions of your subconscious. The voices in your head are talking about it too. — Probably. I don't understand all this psychological bullshit, I'm not a doctor, — Blitz waved his hand away, continuing to sit next to Fizz on the floor, snuggling up to him. Fizzaroli thought about something, and then gave out one phrase. — Would it... fuck up the moment if we made out right now? — What?! — Blitz was greatly shocked, completely at a loss in this situation. But Fizzarolli was determined to end the Blitz's fears once and for all. He grabbed the imp, and kissed him hard, without loosening his grip. Blitz absolutely did not expect this, at first trying to escape, as fear instantly enveloped him. He was afraid of getting close to anyone, but Fizz did his best, making it so that the imp gave up, simply succumbing to his feelings, hugging Fizz around the waist. The jester noticed that Blitz no longer resisted, but he was not going to break the kiss either. Stroking and petting came into play. Blitz kept his hands on his friend's waist, gently stroking, pulling him closer. Fizz himself stroked his neck with one hand, stroked his back with the other. Blitz broke the kiss by looking into Fizzarolli's eyes, they did not stop hugging. — Do you know that you have now cheated on Asmodeus? — Blitz looked skeptically at the jester sitting in front of him. — We have an open relationship with him. He does not forbid me to please others at work. — Well, that is, in fact, someone here is a little slut? ~ — Blitz hovered slightly over Fizz, kneeling in front of him. — Yeah, just like you, Blitzo ~ — the jester playfully ran along the face of the imp with his fingertips from top to bottom. He shook his head slightly, rubbing his face with his hand like a cat, and then looked slightly displeased at Fizz. Fizzarolli grinned, getting up from his seat, wagging his tail slightly, the playful mood was still with him. Blitz also stood up from his seat and his tail also wagged slightly, watching his friend. Fizz playfully beckoned him with his finger, and then jumped out of his seat, running away merrily. Blitz did not hesitate to catch up with him, pressing him to his hands against the wall. — It's not the best idea, Fizz, to tease me in a small room, knowing that I'll catch up with you this time. And what are you going to do now, slut? ~ — The imp purred, approaching close to Fizz, touching his foreheads with him. The jester chuckled softly, giving him a little shove in the chest with his fist. — Pfft, are you the same slut as me, Blitzo, or should I remind you about your hookups with Stolas, mmm? — Fizz gently ran his fingertips over his cheek, gently stroking. Blitz rubbed gently, like a cat on his hand, but when the jester's fingers touched his neck, he reflexively pressed his head into his shoulders. Fizz just grinned, taking the initiative while his friend tried to play the alpha male in their duet. He put both hands on the imp's waist, stroking and rubbing his nose against his neck. Blitz's hands were also on Fizzarolli's waist. From these nose rubs, he let out a quiet laugh, trying to squeeze his head into his shoulders. The tails of the imps, meanwhile, smoothly intertwined with each other, as a sign of strong closeness, among their kind. Fizz continued to rub his nose against his friend's neck, and then began to cover his skin with gentle kisses, sometimes biting. Blitz frowned a little, and then let out a quiet stifled laugh, slightly pulling away from Fizzarolli. — And what is it? — Fizz asked, deciding to inquire about the imp's behavior, but he just waved his hand away. —No, no, nothing, Fizz. Just... give me a minute... — Blitz was nervously rubbing his neck, sitting in front of Fizzarolli, pressing his back against the wall. The jester grinned, snuggled closer to him and rubbed his nose against his neck again, realizing that his friend was still ticklish after so many years. The imp let out a quiet chuckle again, pushing Fizz away from him a little, and then got up from the floor, brushing off the dust. — Okay, that's enough for us, I think, — Blitz tried to concentrate again, but however Fizz didn't think they were done. — I don't think so, Blitz! — The jester grinned, jumping on him, wrapping his limbs around him. Blitz almost fell, but was able to keep his balance, holding Fizz so that he did not fall. — Oh, so you're annoying, Fizz? ~ — Blitz grinned, looking into his eyes. — That's right, Blitzy ~ — the jester purred, continuing to rub his nose against him, — And I won't stop at anything until I get what I want ~ And I want attention! — Are you serious right now? Don't you get enough attention? — Blitz rolled his eyes slightly, hinting that Fizz was surrounded by enough attention all the time. Fizz just grinned, tease running his fingers along him horns. — You're a fool, Blitz. I miss your attention! — The jester purred, rubbing against him affectionately, — After all, you haven't been around for fifteen years. I've missed you… — I missed you too, Fizz, — Blitz continued hugging Fizzarolli, holding him so that he wouldn't fall. But there was something in his thoughts that hindered him. Fizz noticed the change in his friend's gaze, slightly tilting his head to one side, and then snuggled closer to him, stroking his cheek with his hand. Blitz closed his eyes, pressing his hand to his cheek, rubbing lightly against it. Control was gradually lost. They were both too happy at that moment to think about anything. The two imps looked into each other's eyes again. Considering that both were in a semi-dark room, their eyes were slightly illuminated with a greenish and yellowish glow. Blitz noticed that Fizz's tail was getting more and more entangled in his tail. It began to bother him that the jester was sticking to him so much. After all, he had Ozzy. And Blitz would not want problems with the King of Lust. — Blitz, why are you so tense again? I can feel it even through my cybernetic limbs, — Fizz grinned, rubbing his nose against his cheek again. — By the way, what was I supposed to help you with there? — Blitz suddenly asked, remembering this. However, Fizz just silently joined his lips with his own, silencing him with a kiss, hugging him tighter. The imp completely lost control, forgetting about everything, responding to his kiss, exchanging caresses with him. — It doesn't matter anymore. You know, sometimes it happens that I don't recognize you. Because you behave like this. But in fact, it's still the same you, but hiding behind a mask of sarcasm and aggression. I don't deny that I also did, but I'm ashamed of it, — Fizz said quietly, snuggling closer to Blitz. — Well, you know, I really haven't changed much, except that now I'm damn good with guns and ... — Blitz again drew attention to Fizz's tail, which curled into a heart shape, freeing his tail. Composure began to return again. He had to stop it somehow, but he couldn't get Fizz off either. He needed something to think about. Blitz ran the tip of his tail from the back of the head to the back of the jester, from which he shuddered, slightly arching his back, interrupting the kiss. Fizzarolli narrowed his eyes at Blitz, being unhappy that everything was interrupted, but he considered it a sign of flirtation and playfulness. In retaliation, he ran the tip of his tail along his neck, forcing his head into his shoulders, knowing that he was tickled. Blitz had not counted on the upcoming fight between him and the jester. Both imps looked defiantly at each other, their tails wagging sharply, sometimes clicking in the air. Fizz grinned slyly, planning his move, but Blitz was not relaxed either, preparing for the attack. A battle began between their tails, which eventually became entangled with each other. The battle was not over. — The battle is not over, Blitzo...— said Fizz, looking into his eyes, nuzzling his nose. — Oh, yeah? So what are you going to do now, slut? ~ — Blitz grinned cheekily, considering that he had completed this battle. However, Fizz did not think so, and after waiting a couple of seconds pressed his lips to his neck and abruptly blew raspberries into it, which caused the imp to instantly burst out laughing, almost falling off with him, — What the fuck are you doing, you bastard?! We're going to fall! It tickles! Stop it! — Nope! — The jester grinned, continuing to bring his friend to hysteria, eventually using his clawed hands on his ribs and sides as a knockout, increasing the tickling. Both imps were laughing merrily, fighting with each other, and then they fell into some kind of pile of rags in an embrace, continuing to cling to each other, still laughing and hugging. — Well, now I think the battle is over with my victory ~ — Fizzarolli proudly declared. Blitz just rolled his eyes, grinning, but he agreed with this, giving the victory to his friend. Fizz lay down on Blitz's chest, rubbing his nose against his nose, purring softly. Blitz relaxed even more, just stroking Fizz with one hand on the top of his head, holding his waist with the other hand. While the imps were basking, their tails themselves formed a heart shape among themselves, but their owners did not notice this. They were focused only on each other. There was no one around for them. They're the only ones. Fizz started kissing again, to which Blitz willingly responded. The room was getting hot. The jester decided to act, starting to unbutton the buttons on Blitz's suit, while he also did not hesitate and began to unfasten his buffoon collar. The jester acted further, carefully unfastening his choker with a skull on his neck, putting it aside, while Blitz, meanwhile, discovered access to the upper buttons of the jester's suit, began to unbutton them. Soon both imps were bare-torso in front of each other. They merged again in a kiss, exchanging caresses, snuggling tightly to each other. But suddenly none other than Mammon himself entered the room. Two imps froze, hugging each other, and fixed dumbfounded glances at the Prince of Greed who entered the room, fortunately he did not immediately notice them. Taking advantage of the moment, Blitz helped Fizz get dressed quickly, and he himself disappeared with his clothes among the hangers with suits, hiding away from Mammon's eyes. After all, Mammon remembered him from those times, and Blitz would not like to see him again. — Oh, Fizzy! Hello, my dear, are you getting ready for the performance with might and main? Clever, you check everything, there would be more responsible artists like you,— Mammon said smiling, praising the jester's ability to work. — Hello, Mammon! Yes, I'm just checking that everything is in place! — Fizz grinned awkwardly, still not recovered from his recent intimacy with Blitz. The Prince of Greed noticed the imp's tail sticking out among the hangers, and then grinned. — Oh, Fizzarolli, so you're not alone here? I hope I'm not interrupting? — Mammon grinned, pointing to the tail of the Blitz. He silently cursed, quickly removing his tail, and he began to think what to do. — Mammon, I'll explain everything ... — Fizz began to justify himself, when suddenly Blitz jumped out of a pile of hangers, who managed to change clothes and come up with an image of some bitch in a pink dress and with a wig with dark hair. — Yes, Fizzy, here's not one, but with some kind of bitch like Verosika Mayday. My name is Marijuana, it's not unpleasant to meet you! — Imitating the female voice as much as possible, Blitz said, showing off and acting like a bitch. Fizz barely restrained himself from openly laughing, and Mammon only smiled mysteriously. — Haven't seen you in a while, Blitzo! — Of course, he immediately recognized the disguise — Considering how ingeniously you entered the image of a bitch, are you still performing? — The "O" is silent now, bitch! No, of course, I now kill people by order. What about you, fatty? I see you haven't been to the gym for a long time? Hehe~ - Blitz, as usual, turned on sarcasm and passive aggression, for which he received personal punches from the jester. — Blitzo! — Fizz was very unhappy with this behavior, slapping the imp on the back of the head, — I'll kill you for this! — It's okay, Fizzy, I remember that it's not the first time he's trolled me like that, — the Prince of Greed smiled, looking at Blitz, — I see there are a lot of burns on your body after the accident, too, right, Blitzo? ~ — Grrr ... — the imp only growled irritably, crossing his arms over his chest. Fizz continued to glare at him — Well, what about you, a Christmas tree on legs? I wonder how you even got through such a narrow door! Ha! — Blitz continued to troll the Prince of Greed, not sparing. — Blitzo!!! — Come on, Fizz, I'm fine with him joking like that. Something never changes with time, does it, Blitzo? ~ — Well, since our last meeting, you've fucking changed of a lot since we last met, you weren't such a walking circle before, a New Year's watermelon. — You're right there, I've got a little fat. By the way, Fizz, how's Ozzy doing? ~ — Oh, just wonderful! — He's coming to help you with the fire show, isn't he? — Yes, he will come to my performance, I'm somewhere fifth on the list. — Wonderful! Okay, good luck with your performance, Fizzy! — Mammon disappeared from the room. Blitz stared at Fizz in disbelief, spreading his arms to the sides. He grinned awkwardly. — What kind of fire show?! Are you serious?! — Blitz was very concerned about such a statement. — Yes, I know, considering my past with fire, it's strange for me, but it's still a show. Moreover, everything is safe here. — And yet it's so risky. Aren't you scared? — Nah, not a drop. It's not the first time I've played such games with fire in the show. Blitz thought about something, and then disappeared among a pile of hangers with suits, after a while coming out of there already dressed in his standard clothes, and then took out a gun from his bosom, checking it. — Marijuana. Are you serious, Blitz? The jester grinned, patting his friend on the shoulder. He was serious again, as if he had smelled something. — I think I'll go back to my role as your bodyguard, Fizz... — Blitz left the room, heading somewhere. Fizz sighed heavily, but no matter what, he was pleased. — Well, at least I managed to fulfill my little whim at the expense about you, Blitzy~ It is not prohibited by law. Oh, pf. This is hell, what are the laws? — Fizzarolli grinned, taking his suit and also left the room, heading in his own direction. Meanwhile, the two of them were being followed. Blitz definitely sensed that someone was following them, but Fizz was frivolous about it. — Well, here you are, two clowns, — yellow eyes flashed from the dark corridor, — I'll probably start with your bodyguard, and then I'll kill you, fucking slut.

To be continued…