Conflict is resolved

Of course, had to wait with for Blitz’s full memory recovery. Since the customer who called him, who paid a lot of money for the order, was outraged by such a long delay, and of course it “hit” the demon on the head and he instantly remembered that such orders need to be carried out in any condition. Moreover, Blitz now had new opportunities that Ozzy and Stolas had told him about. Since he now had the Asmodeus crystal, now he could go to the human world at any time and also… acquire his own human disguise. Millie and Moxxie and Loona were naturally participants in the operation, but to everyone’s surprise, and especially to the surprise of Ozzy and Blitz, Fizzarolli volunteered to go along with Blitz, since team in the city would have to be divided into groups, plus to keep an eye on this fool. Their target: Some rich and greedy bastard, dressed richly and had his bodyguards with him. As a result, Millie and Moxxie went to look for a victim in one direction, Loona alone in the second, and Blitz and Fizz in the third. As soon as they got into the world of people, they appeared into the gateway in which they appeared thanks to the portal. Blitz looked at the crystal, remembering how to make it turn into a person, even biting this crystal with his teeth out of desperation. Fizzarolli watched him suffer, and then took the crystal in his hand and pointed it at him, shooting a lilac ray, after which there was a flash. Opening his eyes after her, Fizz saw in front of him a man of short stature, with dark skin, about thirty years old, with tousled black-blue almost black hair, with black-and-white combed strands on the sides resembling his horns and with black bangs combed to one side, in the same suit in which he was Blitz all the time. The scars of the converted demon remained the same white spots on the skin. They resembled vitiligo. The jester stared at the new look of Blitz, gradually blushing, because he thought that he looked just amazing. Blitz stared in panic at his reflection in a piece of broken mirror, frantically feeling his head, not understanding where his horns had gone. But the mark still remained on the forehead, never changing its shape. The sclera of the eyes were white, but the iris was still red, as in demonic form. — Blitz… — Fizzarolli called him softly, being stunned. Blitz turned to look at him, and then raised an eyebrow questioningly. — What? Yeah, yeah, I look terrible, I agree. No better than in his usual form of a demon. WHERE ARE MY FUCKING HORNS?! The most valuable thing was taken away! What are these striped cocks? — Blitz shouted in panic at the end of the sayings, holding his head, probing the side striped strands. Fizzarolli smiled, involuntarily looking at the new look of his friend, and then came closer to him, running his fingers through his hair, which made him slightly scared, turning to the jester. — Why are you groping me, Fizz? — Blitz ran his fingers through his hair, slightly ruffling them, and then looked dumbfounded at his hands, realizing that they had become completely different. Then he looked at his feet, feeling how much they had changed, too, — Fuck, it seems to me that I threw my hooves away… Because of this phrase, Fizz laughed out loud, and then covered his mouth with his hand, shutting himself up so as not to attract too much attention. Blitz looked at him accusingly, and then discovered that there was no tail, as well as thorns. — Fuuuuuuuck! My tail is gone too! What should I cling to now?! Wait, Fizz… Feel my back, is there something there? — Hmm? Okay, — Fizz carefully ran his hand over Blitz’s back, realizing that it was smooth and without a crest with spikes, — There is no crest, there are no spikes, the tail is also gone and horns. Well, you’re a human, what did you expect, Blitz? People don’t have horns, spikes, and tails, silly, — Fizz grinned, looking at the confused Blitz looking at himself, — Only if they don’t attach artificial ones to themselves. And they can. — Damn it, it seems to me that everything has changed inside me too… This thing is powerful… — Blitz continued to look at himself, and then looked at the crystal, thinking and slowly shifted his gaze to Fizzarolli, slightly grinning, — You know, Fizz, I wonder how you look in human form? — Wait, what? Blitz! — Fizz backed away, covering himself with his hands, — Blitzo, stop! I don’t think that’s a good idea! — Come on, people also have prosthetics, but not as cool as yours, and yet… — Blitz directed the crystal in his direction, smiling. — Blitzo! A lilac beam shot straight at Fizz, leaving behind a bright flash. Now, in front of the Blitz, there was not an imp-jester, but an ordinary light-skinned man in a jester’s costume, from under whose cap a slightly disheveled ash-colored curtain bangs protruded, with slightly upturned tips, but what was under the jester’s hat is still a question. The white scars were also reflected on his fair skin in the form of vitiligo. The limbs remained the same as they were. Now Blitz stared dumbfounded at the jester, believing that he had seen a wonderful and beautiful phenomenon in his life. Fizz himself was looking at himself, and then he looked accusingly at Blitz, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. Blitz stared at Fizzarolli, noticeably blushing, nervously pulling the collar of his sweater under his raincoat, sweating slightly. — Well? Satisfied, Blitz? — Fizz approached the Blitz, continuing to examine it. Both converted demons stood in front of each other unwittingly looking at each other and their appearances. — Fizz, I have to tell you… You look great… — Blitz continued to stare at Fizzarolli in fascination. — Are you kidding me right now? Look at who I look like. I don’t even look like a person, and you’re telling me… — However, Blitz put his index finger on his lips, silencing him, getting as close to his face as possible. — Fizz, I’m serious. You’re really beautiful, despite your prosthetics. Seeing you like this is new to me… You were beautiful before that, Fizz. Always… — Blitz took his hand, leaning against his cheek, closing his eyes. If he were an imp, he would purr, but the human form does not allow him to do this. Fizz looked at him with mock condemnation, and then grinned, blushing embarrassedly, and then kissed him on the cheek, slightly ruffling his hair, and Blitz snuggled up to him, rubbing gently like a cat. — You know, Blitz… You’re beautiful too, even though you don’t understand it, — Fizz said smiling, continuing to gently stroke his friend’s hair, — By the way, I’m still taller than you. — Oh, fuck you! You ruined the whole moment, you buffoon! — Blitz snorted, crossing his arms over his chest, — Okay, Fizz, it’s time for us to act and look for the right rich bastard among people. We were only given a description, but it doesn’t give a damn. We always have to guess ourselves! — Don’t worry, we’ll find the right victim for your client, — Fizz looked towards the noisy street, grimacing a little, — There are so many people there… Will I really not seem strange and suspicious to them? — Relax, Fizz, it’s going to be okay. I don’t think it’s going to be a huge adventure. Well, maybe twenty minutes.

***

Wandering around the city, Fizzarolli and Blitz wanted to eat. On the way they came across a human cafe. There they were able to order what they wanted to have a snack before going on an important mission. After all, it was impossible to do work on an empty stomach. Fizz, of course, ordered a burger for himself, however, as well as a Blitz, without ceremony with the wishes of a friend, and also took a coffee for himself, while Fizz took a non-alcoholic mojito. However, they cannot do without comical situations in their lives. Fizz was sitting at a small table opposite Blitz and as soon as he bit into a big fat burger, half of the filling flew into Blitz’s face, due to the internal pressure created in the burger after the bite. The jester froze, looking at how the filling slowly flowed from the dark-haired man’s face, while Blitz himself sat in a stupor and endured how tomatoes slipped from his eyes. All the other customers of the cafe also stared at them. Blitz slowly wiped his face with a napkin, burning the jester with his gaze. Fizz burst into loud laughter all over the cafe, tapping his hand lightly on the table. Blitz squinted at him, thinking about something, and then looked at the table and the ketchup standing on it, grinning slyly. While the jester was laughing hysterically at such a comical situation, he did not notice how Blitz was already aiming at him, pointing a bottle of ketchup, preparing to shoot at him. After waiting a second, the converted imp shot clearly into the friend’s face, and then laughed at him. Fizz sat in silence for a while, glaring at Blitz, and then stretched out his hand to his face, running his fingertips along his cheek, drawing his attention to himself. The guy drew attention to his equally converted friend, instantly falling silent. Fizzarolli smiled sweetly, looking into his eyes with a loving look, stroking his cheek. — You know that I accidentally did it, Blitz, — Fizz began to say, still smiling sweetly, and then took out the same bottle of mayonnaise from behind his ear, instantly shooting at him, laughing angrily, — And now no! — Hey! How dare you! — Blitz got up from the table to teach the jester a lesson, when he suddenly felt someone behind him. Turning around, he saw a guard in front of him, burning him with a dissatisfied look. — You’re both going to fly out of here now, hooligans! —The guard barked, slightly pressing Blitz. He frowned, reaching into his bosom to get a gun, but Fizz quickly stopped him, grabbing and hugging him, looking innocently at the guard. — Excuse me, sir, this won’t happen again! — Fizz rattled off quickly, hugging the disgruntled and angry Blitz, who was looking at the guard with a murderous look. — Look, stupid freaks! I warned you! — The guard went to his cubicle. Blitz looked at Fizz accusingly, as Fizz looked at him. — Blitz, it’s not necessary to solve everything with fists and pistols! — Fizz finally let go of his friend, looking at him accusingly. — I’m an assassin, Fizz! Why the fuck should I have a showdown with some jerk?! — Blitz was incredibly annoyed that the jester suppressed his desire to kill the fuck this leather bastard. — Listen, we are now for the first time in human form! We are not hiding among people in order to fight with them and arrange a massacre! Blitz only growled irritably, crossing his arms over his chest, and then snorted, waving his hand. — Don’t get so mad about it, Blitz. I know who you are, but it’s not all the time for you to kill. Moreover, you need to find the right person to fulfill the order. — In general, to be honest, I don’t understand why you went on this mission? You hate putting yourself in danger… — Pfft. I wanted it myself. I think I went for a reason, Blitz. Moreover, I need to keep an eye on you, and something has already happened: You almost caused us problems already! This is the world of people, if you break any law, you will be put in prison. — I don’t care, we have a crystal. we’ll escape easily! It’s not a problem for me to open a portal at all, Fizz. So stop worrying about bullshit already. And now let’s eat anyway, otherwise I’ll be angry and biting.

***

The guys left the cafe, suspiciously looking around at people passing by them, and then looked at each other, still trying to get used to their disguise. Fizz noticed the remnants of mayonnaise on his cheek, and then came closer to him and gently licked it off, causing him to be embarrassed and blush instantly. — Fizz, what are you… — Blitz rubbed his cheek slightly, and then looked at him blankly. — You had mayonnaise on your cheek. I put it away, — The jester said, licking his lips, and then dusted off both him and his clothes, going on with him. Blitz was still blushing because of this trick. Fizz just grinned at his embarrassment, continuing to walk beside him. Blitz was thinking about something and Fizz noticed it, paying attention to him and thought that he was thinking about the difficult past again and therefore thought about how to distract him and decided to start a topic about their first meeting. — Hey, Blitz, do you remember how we first met? — The jester asked, looking at his thoughtful friend. The man looked at him, rubbing the back of his head guiltily. — Mmm… not really… — Well, then I think we can remember about it

Memory: The first meeting of Fizz and Blitz

The day came when Cash decided that his son and daughter would perform in his circus, he thinking for a long time where to arrange them, because he did not have much hope that they would be successful in this business. Tilla, on the contrary, insisted that Blitz and Barbie perform in the circus in order to find themselves there and make loyal friends. Blitz and Barbie themselves were not confident in themselves and were afraid of the fact that they would perform to a huge audience at the arena. — I don’t know, Tilla. Are you sure that Blitzo and Barbie need to perform in a circus? — Cash asked in an uncertain tone, looking at Tilla. She just silently looked at him, narrowing her eyes with displeasure, — Ugh… Satan’s ass! Okay… — That’s good, Cash, — Tilla chuckled, — And stop swearing in front of the kids! — By the way, this is psychological violence! Manipulator! — Shut up! — The female imp growled, and then looked at the children, who looked askance at the quarreling parents, awkwardly exchanging glances with each other, — Blitzo, Barbie, I’m sorry that you have to see our quarrels. — Yes, I’m sorry, — the elder imp chuckled, and then entered the main tent after looking around, — Well, come in. Blitzo and Barbie hid behind Tilla, afraid of such a strange place for them. But she only smiled, taking the twins in her arms, rubbing her nose gently alternately against them, and then went into the tent with them, looking around. — Well, Cash… Is this the tent you’ve set aside for us? — Tilla looked skeptically at her husband, raising an eyebrow questioningly. — What did you expect? Did you think you’d see the palace here? Naive…— Snorted Cash, rolling his eyes. Tilla only sighed heavily, —Christ on a stick! We’re not that rich, you know! If I had the money, I would buy a bigger tent, but for now that’s all there is! — You know, but once everything was different… You weren’t like that, Cash… The imp froze, clenching his hands into fists, nervously wagging his tail. — When I married you, I thought that you would remain the same as you were when I first met you… I was wrong, — Tilla put the imps on the floor. Cash just gritted his teeth, looking away from her to the side and walked away somewhere, — Blitzo, Barbie, run to the next tent, meet other circus imps. Perhaps you will be able to find new and loyal friends among them. — I have no doubt! — Barbie said cheerfully, and then looked at her brother, slightly elbowing him in the side, — Well, Blitzo? Ready? — No…? — The imp said uncertainly, rubbing his elbow awkwardly. — Come on! I already like this place! It’s much better than the school where they tried to send me. Ugh! And here I like it! Moreover, I need to release my childish energy! And the circus is the most suitable place! — I don’t know, Barb… I can’t say anything precise about this place yet… Cash looked in the direction of his son, thinking, and then approached him. — Blitzo, can I talk to you for a minute? Barbie, you’re not coming with us right now. Get off your brother! — Fine, Dad… — Barbie slowly moved away from the Blitz, looking askance at her father. Blitz tensed, but slowly began to approach his father. — Hurry up, Blitzo! — The imp snorted, and then left the tent with him, passing through the circus territory, — So, my boy, your life changes once and for all from this day on, but I don’t think it’s worth being afraid of. Believe me, there are things much scarier… — Cash muttered angrily and irritably, nervously wagging his tail, and then looked sternly at his son again, continuing to walk through the circus territory with him, — And therefore, since you are now part of the circus together with your sister, then you should be initiated. — Initiated…? — Blitz asked uncertainly, looking at his father, continuing to follow him, and then stumbled, plopping face first into the ground. Cash turned around at him, frowning, and then shook his head, sighed heavily and lifted him off the ground with his tail and put him back on his feet, and he dialed someone’s number, calling somewhere. — Exactly the initiated! I don’t know what’s incomprehensible from the first time, Blitzo! — Cash angrily threw the phone to the ground, smashing it to smithereens. Blitz looked dumbfounded at his father, and then shrugged, thinking that this was the norm. — Um… okay? And what is needed for this? — Blitz dusted off his clothes and ran after his father again, sometimes grabbing his tail to keep up with him, since he was walking fast enough. — You’ll see, son… — said Cash, then went with his son into another tent, looking around, tensing, as if remembering something. Blitz noticed that something alarmed his father and he tried to take his hand, but he only pulled it back in disgust, hissing at his son, squinting contemptuously. — Sorry, Dad… — Blitz took his hands behind his back, looking at him guiltily. Cash only sighed softly and shook his head, turning away from him, looking around again in the tent, noticing one of the artists nearby. — Wait for me here, Blitz, and don’t create problems, please, — Cash approached that imp, talking about something. Blitz, meanwhile, was standing in his place, and then noticed some fuss in the next tent, deciding to quietly sneak in there, because curiosity was stronger than the fear of anger from his father. However, when he entered the tent, he found no one, which was a little disappointed, and then he heard his father’s loud voice. — He will achieve nothing in this life! He’s a useless little imp who does nothing but get in the way and cause everyone problems! Cash’s exasperated voice was heard when talking to the same imp. The little imp’s eyes watered, because he immediately thought that it was about him. Blitz ran out of an empty tent, running into another, more distant tent in which there was also no one. — Did he say that directly? — The imp asked in a conversation with Cash. — That’s exactly what my fucking asshole father told me… — Cash said in a disappointed and irritated tone, — And now let him look at me from his fucking grave, into which I once pissed when he died! And let him see what I’ve achieved in this fucking life! I now have my own business and even a family! Suck my dick, you bastard who doubted me! — Yeah, your father was a real asshole. — Dead and thanks to Satan! Such a bastard has ruined my life and myself for the rest of my life. What did he teach me? To be the same bastard, but a bastard who at least earns money in any way to survive and feed his family in which there are as many as two little imps! And only Tilla doesn’t see it and doesn’t appreciate it. She hates excuses. And my mother died during childbirth, so alas, I have no idea what this maternal love, and apparently I don’t understand why Tilla is so coddling Blitzo and Barbie. Fuck it. Business, money and survival are more important now. We live in a time of survival among the imps… Who are sometimes pressed by the vile royal nobility…

***

Meanwhile, Blitz was sitting quietly in one of the tents, hiding among some boxes. Little imps-performers were running around on the street, having fun and playing with each other. Blitz peeked out slightly from his hiding place, watching them, but so that he could not be seen. And Fizzarolli was just among this group with whom it seemed to be so much fun, only the little imp-jester was not having fun with them at all. He was already famous as one of the best performers in this circus and everyone respected him. But Fizz didn’t consider any of them friends. Just colleagues, but he didn’t see them as friends with whom you can really have fun, chat and play. Moreover, the young jester showed himself to be quite serious, because he was inspired that since he was a small star in the circus, he should behave accordingly. But he was so bored because of it. Blitz disappeared deeper among the boxes, but continued to carefully observe Fizz and the company of imps. — Hey, Fizzarolli! Haven’t you found a performance partner yet? — One of the imps in the company asked, addressing Fizz, who stopped at the tent where Blitz was hiding among the boxes, trying not to be seen. — No. I haven’t found it yet, and — Fizz began, when suddenly he was surrounded around, babbling about something. — Can you take me as a partner? — Take me, Fizzarolli! Fizz became very uncomfortable, he slowly backed away from them closer to the tent, and then thought about how to get rid of their persistent attention and came up with something. — Hey, look at this! — The little jester pointed his finger somewhere in the distance, distracting the attention of the persistent imps, and he himself hid in the same tent where Blitz was hiding. The young performers looked around incomprehensibly, noticing the disappearance of Fizz and dispersed to the sides. Blitz noticed an uninvited guest near him, and trying to slowly crawl out of hiding, being literally behind Fizzarolli, but he was betrayed by his own clumsiness and he managed to dump one of the boxes on himself, which covered him, spilling serpentine. Fizz was scared, turning around at the source of the noise, and then watched in amazement as the big box was crawling on the floor in panic, trying to find a way out. Fizz carefully took the box in his hands, removing it and noticed the imp rushing on the floor, which stared at him in fright. Both imps froze, looking at each other slightly frightened, but then fascinated. The little jester smiled amiably, holding out his hand to him while he was sitting on the floor. — Hi! I haven’t seen you here before. I’m Fizzarolli! — Fizz introduced himself with a friendly smile, extending his hand to Blitz. He hesitantly stretched out his hand to him, and then with his help got up from the floor, shaking off his suit, — What’s your name, unusual imp? — I’m… I’m Blitzo, — Blitz finally introduced himself, awkwardly rubbing his elbow, — I’m sorry, I accidentally wandered in here… I shouldn’t have run away from my father and now he will scold me… Fizz looked curiously at the imp in front of him, involuntarily examining him, walking around him, wagging his tail slightly. — You really are an unusual imp. I’ve never seen other imps have irises. And you have it, — Fizz continued to examine Blitz, studying him. He was a little confused, still being unsure, — By the way, I also have it! — My sister and I have it from my mother… But the appearance is mostly from Dad… — By the way, you look like the owner of this circus: Cash Buckzo. — It is. I’m his son, — Blitz said with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. — Holy shit! Are you the son of the circus owner himself?! Wow! I just met our boss' son! —Um… it doesn’t give me any advantage, Fizzarolli, — Blitz awkwardly looked away, crossing his arms over his chest, — Just because I’m his son doesn’t mean I’ll become at least someone in this life.… Or achieve something… — Hey! Don’t say that! Why are you so insecure, Blitzo? — Fizz came closer to him, trying to look into his eyes, but he turned away, — Is something bothering you? Blitz froze, not knowing whether this imp should have talked about what was really bothering him. But after thinking a little, he just turned to him and now both were standing right next to each other, looking into each other’s eyes. However, the difference in their height was small. Blitz was several centimeters taller than Fizzarolli. The little jester was smiling, looking at his new acquaintance, slightly tilting his head to one side. Blitz looked at him blankly, and then watched what he was doing. Meanwhile, Fizz began rummaging through circus paraphernalia and found a pie there. Taking it in his hands, he came closer to the Blitz, and then dipped his face right into this pie. Blitz looked at him in surprise. — What are you doing? — The imp asked, not understanding what his peer was doing. — Well, it seems to be a very outdated joke… Okay! I’m just trying to make you feel more comfortable. I take it you’re new here and you don’t know what’s what yet, do you? — Well… yes. You’re right. I’m a little embarrassed to be in this place… Sorry, Fizzarolli, but I think I have to go.… Blitz looked away, hugging himself by the shoulders, afraid to scare away a new acquaintance. After all, it was a problem for him to make friends. No one accepted his strange jokes in the past places where his parents tried to send him. All the other imps considered him strange not only because of his appearance but also because of his behavior, strange jokes and other factors. He suppressed all this in himself, deciding that this way he would be able to find friends faster. Fizzarolli looked at him worriedly, and then came closer to him, thinking that he scare him off. — Blitzo, don’t be afraid of me… Blitz turned dumbfounded at the little jester, slightly backing away, not understanding how he guessed what he was feeling. — How are you… — Are you afraid to make friends or something? I don’t bite, — Fizz smiled, shrugging innocently, — Well, sometimes~ The little jester knew that he would definitely make friends with this imp. It was only necessary to let him know that he had a chance to make a loyal friend. He had never been interested in other imp peers before, but after seeing this imp, he realized that he should not miss the opportunity. Blitz seemed to him more interesting than other imps. Blitz himself was still afraid that he would scare him away and backed away a little, and then tripped over his tail, plopping into one of the boxes. Fizzarolli ran up to him, checking if he was okay and to help him get up. Blitz was sitting in one of the boxes, feeling awkward in front of a new acquaintance. — I’m sorry, I guess I seem stupid to you and… Fizzarolli giggled softly, covering his mouth with his hand and the imp looked at him in amazement. After that, Fizz held out his hand to help him out of the box. Blitz smiled slightly and with his help got out of the box, slightly brushing himself off. —You’re funny, Blitzo! — The little jester said smiling, slightly tilting his head to one side, — By the way, do you want a trick? — A trick? Okay, let’s… — Blitz looked at the young circus performer with slight interest. Fizz abruptly disappeared from sight, leaving Blitz perplexed. He began to look around. Meanwhile, Fizz hung down from the ceiling, hooked his tail on the sturdy rope of the tent and tapped the imp lightly on the shoulder. He turned around in fright, and then noticed that his friend was hanging upside down in front of him. — Ta-da! — Fizz jumped to the floor in front of Blitz, proudly crossing his arms over his chest, — Well, what kind of circus skills do you have, Blitzo? The imp’s gaze immediately became frightened and confused. He didn’t know what to say to him. — I don’t have circus skills… — How is it there you are no circus skills? But what about the imp’s natural agility? — Natural… what? — Blitz asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Fizz walked up to him, picked him up from the floor and threw him up, having the strength to do so. Blitz was scared, but caught on the cable with the tail of one of his hands while his legs were just dangling in the air. — Well, that’s what I was talking about. You have instincts, but you need to develop them, — The little jester said thoughtfully, and then stretched his hands up, reaching out to the imp and put him on his feet. From such proximity with another imp, Blitz was slightly embarrassed, but he had nothing against it, and after the glances of the two imps met each other. — I think we’ll become friends, — Fizzarolli said, smiling. Blitz blinked a couple of times in amazement, looking at him. — Do you… really think so? — Blitz looked at the little fool with hope in his eyes. — I know it for sure! Fizz lightly put his arm around his acquired friend’s shoulder, rubbing against him. Blitz was surprised by this, but still smiled, seeing that he had chances.

***

Time passed and the imps gradually got closer to each other, but Blitz was still afraid to reveal any facts about himself, although they already considered each other friends. Fizzarolli explained to Blitz all the basics of circus performances and he listened with interest, following him with his tail wherever he went. Arriving at one of the tents, Fizzarolli enthusiastically looked at Blitz, thinking that enough time had passed. He approached his new friend, taking his hand in his own. — Blitzo, would you like to become my partner in performances? The adults said that I need a partner, but I refuse all of them, not considering them reliable. And now I understand who I want to perform with in the arena: With you! Blitz was very surprised by such a statement, not expecting that he had the opportunity to become a partner of a small circus star. — I… — Blitz began, but the uncertainty consumed the imp more and more. He was very nervous, the tail twitched nervously and Fizzarolli noticed it, worried. —Oh… sorry, Blitzo! I scared you, didn’t I? I didn’t want… — No, no… It’s from excitement… I’m just not sure I’m going to be a good partner for you. Are you sure I won’t let you down? — Blitz looked into Fizz’s eyes, feeling very insecure. Fizz thought about it, and then took his hands in his own, looking into his eyes. — Blitzo, we’re going to perform together. It’s more fun and interesting together, isn’t it? Fizzarolli tried to make Blitz feel more confident. After all, he was worried about his friend’s condition. Blitz thought about the words of his first friend, and then turned his gaze to him, smiling slightly. — Well, in that case, I hope I won’t let you down Fizzarolli! — Blitz gained confidence, slightly straightening his back proudly, putting his hands on his sides, wagging his tail slightly. The little jester was overjoyed, jumping up and down with joy, and then jumped on him, but he held him in his arms. — Wow, you have perfect reflexes, Blitzo! — Yes? Well, you just jumped on me, I caught you so you wouldn’t fall. It is ok. — No, no, you don’t understand. Look, — Fizz jumped off his hands, and then climbed somewhere higher, — How about falling on trust? Fizzarolli asked with a grin, and then began to fall from a considerable height. — Wh… Fizz!!! — Blitz immediately rushed to him, holding out his hands and caught him, barely staying on his feet at the same time, and then looked accusingly at the little fool in his hands, who was smiling innocently, — Are you a jerk or something?! — I’m a jester, so it’s not offensive to me to hear that, Blitzo~ You’ve changed dramatically by the way, after my trick. Blitz put him on his feet, shaking him off slightly, and then, looking at him with displeasure, crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot. Fizz continued to smile innocently, but the imp only frowned harder, slapping his tail on the floor with displeasure. — Oh, come on, why did you become so serious right away? — Because you could have fallen and hurt yourself! What if I hadn’t caught you in time? — Blitz began to scold the little fool for his tricks. However, he was not too serious about it. — There would be nothing terrible with me. But I know for sure that I can trust you. Who knows, maybe in the future you will grow up and become a lifeguard. Because your reflexes are working perfectly! — I don’t know who I will become, to be honest… But I hope I won’t regret it in the future. As my father says… — But I’ll check something else. Catch it! — Fizz threw some kind of wand in the direction of Blitz and he immediately reacted by catching it with his tail, -— I told you! — I do not know where I got it from, but in fact I am very clumsy. — I know that too, Blitzo, — the little jester chuckled, nudging him lightly in the side. However, the imp stood slightly frowning, still worried about what would have happened if Fizz had fallen and injured himself. Fizzarolli himself thought about his behavior and smiled at his thoughts, hiding somewhere. By that time, Blitz came out of his thoughts, turning his gaze in the direction where his friend was standing, but did not find him and this strained the little imp. — Fizz? — Blitz called his friend, starting to search all over the tent, — Well, where did you hide? The little jester barely restrained himself from laughing at Blitz’s attempts to find him. The imp continued to look around the tent, scratching his head thoughtfully. Meanwhile, Fizz crept up to him, ringing a small, not too loud horn, which scared him. Blitz got scared, jumping up on all fours and hissing at him in fright, like a frightened kitten, squinting his eyes. Fizz just laughed at him, just continuing to have fun. The little imp squinted his gaze, thinking how to take revenge on the little jester and thinking about something slightly grinned, hiding from his eyes. Having finished laughing, Fizzarolli began to look around in search of Blitz. Meanwhile, Blitz crept up behind the fool, holding a toy water pistol in his hands. — Hands up, jester! — The imp shouted, holding a pistol in his hands. Fizz was startled, turning sharply at him and abruptly raised his hands in the air. — Blitzo?! You scared me, you fool! — Hush, you buffoon! You scared me almost to death and you will answer for it, — the imp grinned, aiming a water pistol exactly at the fool. He also did not turn out to be a miss, looking at him, raising an eyebrow skeptically and knocked this pistol out of his hands with his tail, standing in a fighting pose. — Ha! So what now, Blitzo? — Hey! Do you think I can’t fight? — Blitz said, squinting, standing in the same fighting pose in front of him, smiling slyly — Well, let’s check it out, little clown! Both were waving their limbs in the air in front of them, pretending to fight. At some point, Fizz grabbed the same pistol, pointing it at his friend and lined it with water. — Shot! — OH, NO! I’M HURT! — Blitz tragically collapsed to the floor, taking ketchup out of his pocket, starting to spray it on himself, imitating blood. Fizz stared at it dumbfounded, but just continued to watch him further. — Blitzo, what are you doing? — Meat! Blood splatters everywhere! And… death! — Blitz pretended to be dead, tragically spreading his limbs to the sides and sticking his tongue out to the side. Fizz stood for a few seconds, looking at him with a dumbfounded look, trying to digest what he saw, and then just burst out laughing all over the tent, almost falling off his feet. Meanwhile, Blitz opened one eye, watching him, smiling slyly, and then directed a bottle of ketchup at him, firing. Fizz stopped laughing instantly, seeing that he was now all dirty. He looked at his friend very disapprovingly, narrowing his eyes. Blitz himself was lying on the floor, his head propped on his hand, looking at his friend, smiling innocently and wagging his tail slightly. — Do you even know what I’m going to do to you now?! — Fizz said threateningly, slowly advancing on him, — I’m going to do this to you right now… You’ll regret it! Blitz got up from the floor, looked at him skeptically, slightly raised an eyebrow, and then crossed his arms over his chest, grinning impudently. — Well, what are you going to do to me, you buffoon? — Blitz said teasingly, rolling his eyes, and then pulled out another water pistol from behind his back, — Did you think it was so easy to deceive me, jester? No. ~ So you’ve come to know my dark side. — HA! Is this your dark side? You don’t know mine, Blitzo… You don’t know… In response to this, the imp shot a jet of water into the face of the little jester, and then laughed at him. Fizz shot him a dangerous look, narrowing his eyes, planning to teach him a lesson. As a result, he used a second water pistol and both imps began to run after each other, laughing merrily and firing water at each other. When the water in the pistols ran out, they both rushed at each other, falling to the ground, fighting with each other. In an instant, the little jester was sitting astride his friend. Blitz was looking at him, lying under him, innocently cocking his head to one side. The jester hardly believed these innocent eyes, but nevertheless relaxed his vigilance, which the little imp took advantage of, knocking Fizz off himself and began to tickle him. — Blitzo! Stop it! It’s not fair! — Fizzarolli said laughing, covering himself with his hands as a sign of protection. — Maybe I will stop if you admit my victory over you, jester! — Blitz said, laughing angrily, continuing his attack on the little fool. At some point, Fizz, laughing and dodging him, used his tail, tickling in response. Blitz barely suppressed a laugh, and then quickly jumped off him, shaking himself off. The little fool squinted at him, and then grinned slyly, getting up from the floor, sneaking up to him while he was distracted by dusting himself off. After waiting a second, he rushed at Blitz, knocking him to the floor, hanging over him, grinning. — Well, since you started it, let’s check something: are you ticklish? — Fizz loomed over him, moving his clawed fingers threateningly, making Blitz nervous. — Pfft… of course I’m not ticklish! But you’re ticklish, so get off me, jerk, before I start my tickling attack on you, again! — Oh, yeah? And we will check this! — The little jester immediately lightly tickled the impudent imp, instantly turning him into a giggling lump, — So you’re not ticklish, huh? Liar! — Fizz, don’t! Shoo! — Blitz said, giggling, waving him off with his hands. — You shouldn’t have done that, Blitzo. Now get the fact about me: I’m vindictive! You’re out of luck! — Fizz, come on, you already acknowledged my victory last time, so… — What?! Oh, no, Blitzo, I didn’t admit anything! You’ll pay for it! — Nope! — Blitz quickly got out from under him, running away as fast as possible. — Stand still! I’m not done with you! The two imps were running around the tent again, laughing merrily. As a result, the little jester knocked down his friend, tickling him as a sign of revenge. Anyway, the two of them have fun with each other. Meanwhile, Tilla was passing by this tent, hearing the cheerful children’s laughter from there and decided to carefully look inside, where she found her son playing with his new friend, whom she did not know about yet, since Blitz had not yet told anyone that he and Fizz were friends, even to his mother and sister. Moreover, both hid it from everyone, because they did not want to receive condemnation, because Fizz, already being a little circus star, suddenly became friends with an imp who was not particularly talented. It will lowered his status, so he was told once. Tilla was smiling, looking at the fun time of two imps running around the tent having fun, trying not to attract attention to herself and just rejoicing that her son had finally made a friend. Both imps, meanwhile, were already spinning, holding hands, and then fell to the floor, laughing merrily, but after a couple of minutes both discovered that they were not alone. — O-oh… Mom… — Blitz immediately jumped up from the floor, and then helped Fizz get up, brushing both him and himself from the dust, standing at attention in sync with Fizz. Tilla looked at their changed behavior in amazement, but then she understood everything and laughed softly. — Well, why are you two hiding the fact that you have become friends? — Tilla asked, smiling, looking at besyat. They looked at each other awkwardly. — Well, Mom… Fizzarolli is famous in this circus. I’m not. Well, it’s like… Will lower his status if they find out that he has made friends with me… Tilla raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise, and then shook her head. — Who inspired you with these nonsense? — She went inside the tent, crouching down next to the imps, stroking both on the tops of their heads, — I’ve never heard anything more stupid in my life. Nothing will destroy friendship. No statuses in friendship are unimportant. Maybe Fizzarolli is really a little circus star, but it won’t interfere with your friendship, you know? No matter what anyone tells you. So that you don’t have to hide it from others. Especially from me, Blitzo, — Tilla looked at him, shaking her head slightly, but smiling at the same time, showing that she was not angry at him for the news hidden from her, — Understand, son, it’s important to me that you and Barbie are happy. And I finally see that you have acquired a loyal friend and nothing will destroy your friendship. You are made for each other, little imps. Blitz looked in the direction of Fizzarolli, and he looked back at him, both imps smiled at each other, and then hugged and looked at the adult female imp. She continued to smile, and then tensed when she heard someone’s footsteps behind her. Turning around, she saw Cash, who was looking at this scene in surprise, seeing his wife sitting in front of the children and the little celebrity Fizzarolli next to his son. He raised an incomprehensible eyebrow at Tilla. She looked at him accusingly, saying mind: “Tell them at least something about their friendship and you’re finished” — So, Fizzarolli… Have you found a performance partner? —Cash asked, occasionally glancing at his staring wife. — Yes, I found it, — Fizz put his arm around Blitz’s shoulders, smiling happily, — And it’s consistent. — Wh! — Cash wanted to object, choking before this from surprise, but after he saw his wife’s stern look at him, waving her tail in displeasure, calm down, — Um… are you sure at all? Are you sure that Blitzo will be able to fly on trapezes, walk on a tightrope, juggle and so on? And you will do all this together? Fizzarolli thought about it a bit. Blitz looked at him, and then turned a serious look at his father. — I’m ready, Dad, — Blitz looked at him with a serious look and this slightly surprised Cash, since his son had not looked like that before. The imp just grunted, waving his hand. — As you say… Mind you, Blitzo, you’re responsible for Fizzarolli’s life now that you’re his partner! You have to insure him and stuff! — Cash! — Shouted Tilla, taking a step towards him. Blitz staggered slightly, almost falling from such a harsh statement, but Fizz held him back, not letting him fall. — Don’t worry! We can do it together! — Fizzarolli immediately joined the conversation, holding his friend’s hand tightly, — Blitzo is really a reliable partner, I have already made sure of this. — Are you convinced? — Tilla asked, and then looked at Blitz in surprise, — Blitzo… Have you become more confident in yourself, son? — Apparently yes, Mom… — Blitz awkwardly rubbed the back of his head, and then looked at his father’s displeased look, slightly tensed. — We had a “fall on trust”! And he caught me! — Haha… But I was afraid for the life of Fizzarolli and therefore… — Blitzo, I’m so proud of you! — Tilla said, rejoicing that her son was gradually becoming a confident imp. Cash looked at his son in surprise, thinking about something, and then came closer to him, leaning slightly towards him. — Well, Blitzo… I must admit that I am proud that you are no longer a cowardly mumble. — You could have praised your son normally, for once… — Tilla snorted, — Well, of course your pride is suffocating! No one will ever get a normal compliment from you! You should have been born in a circle of Pride! — And maybe I’m from there! — Don’t lie, Cash, you were born here! — Grr… — the imp growled irritably, crossing his arms over his chest. — Evil, mean ass, — Fizz stuck his tongue out at Cash. He was extremely surprised by such a statement from his favorite performer in the circus, nervously twitching his eye. Tilla laughed at that. Blitz was surprised too, fearing that his father would scold Fizzarolli. He stood in front of Fizz, staring intently at his father. However, Cash only chuckled softly, not saying anything about it. Fizzarolli pointedly rolled his eyes, to which Cash reacted instantly. — Come on, Fizzarolli. Did you think I would swear at you for such words? No, no, not at all. Are you offended by me? Blitz and Tilla silently exchanged glances with each other, and then looked at Cash skeptically, seeing how he huddled around Fizzarolli. — Well, maybe if you treated the Blitzo better, then maybe I wouldn’t be offended… Maybe, — Fizz pointedly turned away from the owner of the circus, to which he gritted his teeth irritably, looking at Blitz. — Okay.… As long as you don’t take offense, you’re our circus star, —Cash grinned, shrugging his shoulders. Fizz just snorted. — In that case, will you tell Blitzo that he is a good fellow and that you are proud of him? — Wh… yeah, yeah. I’m proud of you, Blitzo… — The imp snorted, crossing his arms on his chest with displeasure, — Okay, I still have a lot to do, so I’ll go, — The Imp disappeared from the tent. Tilla looked proudly at Fizzarolli. — Well done, Fizzy. It serves him right, — the female imp grinned, picking up Blitz. — Glad to help, Aunt Tilla! — The little jester bowed to her theatrically, and then looked at the Blitz in her hands, smiling at him. He was happily snuggled up to his mother, wagging his tail. Tilla looked at her son with tenderness, noticing how he gradually fell asleep in her arms and smiled wider, and then looked at Fizz. — Thank you, Fizzy. You help him find himself. — Come on, you don’t have to thank me. It’s me who should thank him. He made my life better and more interesting. Well, first of all, thank you for giving birth to this wonderful imp. He’s really unusual. — This mysterious feature of appearance and not only, he has from me, — Tilla stroked the sleeping imp in her arms, — I think over time he will have from me and not such abilities. — He’s a really good friend. I am glad that I met and became friends with him. After all, it’s really more interesting with him than with the rest of the imps. He’s so weird, but so funny! — We all have our own oddities, Fizzarolli, — Said Tilla, and after she felt the imp’s little hand tugging at her choker slightly and she looked down at him, — Well, who’s not sleeping here, mmm? — Smiling at the sleepy Blitz, Tilla asked, poking him lightly in the nose, and then kissed him on the forehead, to which he purred softly, curling his tail into a bagel, and he was a small lump in her hands, falling asleep again. Fizzarolli was touched by this scene, sitting down next to them, watching the Blitz sleeping peacefully again.

***

Blitz was standing high on a small platform, holding a wooden trapeze bar in his hand and looking down in horror. Fizz was standing on the same platform opposite, but at a far distance. The little jester was more confident than ever, even though it was just a rehearsal. He noticed from afar that Blitz was standing numb, clutching the wooden crossbar of the trapeze in his hands, almost without blinking and looking only down. Of course, given that Fizz was a celebrity, he had his secret envious ones among the circus performers. Someone unknown smeared oil on the wooden crossbar of his trapeze and he did not notice it, took it in his hands, jumping down from the platform, starting his flight, but abruptly his hands slipped and he collapsed on some high beam from which there was no way to descend, except by air. Blitz reacted sharply to this by tightening his grip on the crossbar in his hands, coming closer to the edge of the platform. Everyone who tried to get to Fizzarolli from below could not do it in any way to help. Frightened after such an unexpected meanness, the little jester looked up at his friend with fear in his eyes, because he could not get down and no one could help him. Blitz narrowed his eyes, making mental calculations, and then looked at the crossbar in his hands, frowning. Tilla and Cash were worried about the stuck Fizzarolli, huddled around this beam, which no one could reach and tried to come up with something. Meanwhile, Blitz jumped off the platform, holding tightly to his trapeze, and began his flight to the next trapeze, managing to do a somersault in the air while flying from trapeze to trapeze. When he got to the right one, Blitz jumped down to Fizz, his tail caught on some kind of hanging rope, which went down with him directly to Fizz, but not to the end. The little imp stretched out his hand to him, and the jester reached out to him, but still both did not reach out. Fizzarolli looked around. Blitz took a chance and went down even lower, clinging to the very end of the rope with his tail, continuing to reach for Fizz. Meanwhile, the little jester has discovered a support from which he can jump away to accurately grab Blitz’s hand. Having prepared himself, he abruptly sprung from his seat, and then sprung from the support, flying straight to the Blitz, grabbing him by the hand. The rope hanging from the ceiling descended with the imps a little lower. Blitz and Fizz hugged each other, clinging tightly to the rope, flying down on it straight to the circus arena. After waiting for the right height, Fizz jumped down, but Blitz did not have time and crashed hard into the stage platform, and then collapsed on the floor of the arena, smacking and passing out. Fizz, dumbfounded, stretched out his arms to him, as if hoping that they would sharply lengthen to catch a falling friend, but he was far away, plus his hands did not reach out. Everyone ran up to the fallen imp. Cash instantly dispersed everyone so that they wouldn’t get in the way, growling menacingly, and after Tilla, she grabbed Blitz in her arms and quickly took him backstage. Cash and Fizz ran after her. — Blitzo! — Fizz flew into the tent where Tilla had gone, treating her son’s wounds and cautiously checking his horns for integrity, — How is he? Is he alive? Aunt Tilla! — Calm down, Fizzy, he’s alive… the horns are also intact… — Tilla sighed with relief, hugging Blitz to her. Cash was shocked by what had happened and worried for his son’s life, no matter how strange it was, considering what kind of father he was. Fizz was next to Tilla, looking anxiously at Blitz. Meanwhile, Barbie ran into the tent after learning about what happened to her brother and instantly flew up to everyone else. — Blitzo?! Is he okay?! How did this happen?! — Barbie was stunned by what happened and huddled around her brother. Cash silently picked her up in his arms, setting her aside so that she would not interfere with Tilla with the treatment of her son’s wounds. Tilla soon finished treating the wounds and brought her son to his senses, from which everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The imp himself rubbed his aching head, clinging to his mother, looking for protection from her, barely thinking anything. Fizzarolli approached him a little closer, holding out his hand to him. Blitz looked up at him listlessly, and after making sure that it was Fizz, he stretched out his hand to him and both held hands, looking at each other. — Thank you, Blitzo…

***

In one of the tents, Fizz turned on the music and danced to it while Blitz watched his friend on the sidelines. Another day when little imps spent time with each other. Fizzarolli loved to dance and did it quite often, trying to involve his friend in this business, who did not really like to dance, or, simply put, was shy of it and was afraid even with his best friend. However, Fizz was persistent. — Blitzo, come on! Why are you sitting on the sidelines? — Fizz was whining, slightly shaking Blitz, sitting on a pedestal in the tent. — Noooo! I will not. I don’t dance. — But, Bliiiitzo! Well, just once! — No! I can’t dance, Fizz! — The imp turned away from his friend, crossing his arms over his chest, — Then don’t complain that I can trample your feet! However, the little jester persistently took the imp by the hands, pulling him to himself, lifting him from his place, starting to dance with him. He began to move uncertainly, trying not to step on his friend’s feet. But he was confident in himself, and therefore was the leader in this dance, slightly spinning with him. The little imp gradually gained confidence and was soon leading the dance, which surprised Fizz, but succumbed to him, just enjoying this moment. At one point, both simply synchronized performing the same dance moves, as if they were part of some boy band, as if they had been doing it all their lives, becoming as one. Meanwhile, Tilla was passing by the tent, hearing the music and looking inside noticed the imps and slightly spied what they were doing there, amazed at their synchronization in the dance. During the dance, the imps spun again in the dance and Blitz threw Fizz up, above himself, watching his flight. Fizz himself trusted his partner completely, and therefore was not afraid that he would fall. The imp himself jumped quite high, catching the little jester in the air, and then both landed on the floor and Fizzarolli was held in the hands of the Blitz by a “swallow” at the top. Tilla watched in amazement, but could not restrain herself applauded the little imps, proud of them. Fizz and Blitz themselves did not expect that they were being watched, but realizing that it was Tilla, they were not afraid and did not lose their confidence. Blitz put his friend on his feet, and then ran up to his mother, jumping into her arms and she spun him slightly, hugging him, smiling happily. — Well done, imps, your synchronization is just perfect. And how do you manage to synchronize with each other like that? — Tilla was really proud of the little imps who interacted so cleverly with each other.

The end of memories.

Meanwhile, the converted demons came to some kind of theater. Blitz thought that this was the best place for a rich bastard, because not poor people go to the theater nowadays, considering how much tickets for concerts and performances cost. Blitz pulled the doubting Fizzarolli along with him, and along the way they looked around, taking a closer look at each suspect person, but did not find the right one among them according to the description. The dark-haired man was annoyed that so much time had already passed, and they still had not found at least some clue to find the right victim, since there were enough people dressed richly in this theater. However, Fizz, as a performer, was very interested in this place. He enthusiastically looked around, looking at the various decorations and decorations in the corridor as he followed Blitz. Fizzarolli and Blitz did not notice how they soon came out on the huge stage of the theater, where people were sitting in the hall waiting for the performance to begin. Blitz continued to look around for the right victim, not realizing that he was in the concert hall, but Fizz noticed that they were no longer alone and were in public. The jester stopped Blitz by grabbing his shoulders, and then pointed with his hand into the hall. The imps turned into people stood in a stupor, sometimes glancing nervously at each other, not knowing what to do at such a moment. The audience began to applaud, waiting for them to start performing like theater artists. Fizz knew what it all meant. He looked at Blitz, elbowing him lightly in the side, whispering to him. — Blitz, it looks like this is our finest hour. Do you remember that song that you performed then for fun at one of the parties? — Fizzarolli looked at Blitz seriously enough. He tensed, gritting his teeth. — Nooo… No, Fizz, I will never speak in public again! Never… — Blitz hugged himself by the shoulders, turning his gaze away, remembering his failures, which gradually returned to his memory, — Especially since what you’re asking doesn’t make any sense. And alas, I remember what you mean… — Blitz… — the jester put his hand on his shoulder, lightly stroking, — You will succeed. We’ll do it together. — Are you serious? What for? Are you sure this is a good idea, Fizz? Let’s just get off the stage… Blitz anxiously hugged himself by the shoulders, looking away. Fizz looked at him worriedly, understanding his fear, but still he decided that they needed to do it, like in the good old days when they performed together. — I’m not sure, but I know that it will be fun, — Fizz said smiling, looking into his eyes, turning his shoulders to himself, — Come on, Blitz, I think we can do it. Moreover, we are just artists here for them, and they are waiting for us to do at least something on stage. They’re like greedy viewers who will devour any shit that we show here, because they paid for it and they have no choice. Blitz thought about it, lowering his gaze, and then glanced at the grand piano standing on the stage and slowly walked towards it, sitting down on a chair, and then hesitantly probed the keys. He looked at the audience in the hall and they immediately applauded, hinting that he should start. Fizzarolli stood next to the grand piano, leaning slightly and propping his head on his hands, looking at Blitz, smiling. Blitz gained self-confidence and started this show playing along with himself on the grand piano.

Bo Burnham — Welcome to the internet

Welcome to the internet! Have a look around

Anything that brain of yours can think of can be found

We’ve got mountains of content—some better, some worse

If none of it’s of interest to you, you’d be the first

Blitz played along with himself on the piano while singing lines from the song. Fizz watched him with a smile, smiling dreamily. The audience watched the performance of an unknown artist with interest. Fizzarolli decided to help a friend, unexpectedly continuing the song, leaning on the piano, looking at the audience.

Welcome to the internet! Come and take a seat Would you like to see the news or any famous women’s feet? There’s no need to panic; this isn’t a test, haha Just nod or shake your head, and we’ll do the rest

Blitz continued to play the piano, watching in amazement that Fizzarolli not only remembered that song, but also sang along. The confidence of the converted demon grew more and more. Both guys looked at each other, smiling, Fizz took him by the hand, pulling him onto the stage, meanwhile the orchestra joined. The converted demons sang a duet.

Welcome to the internet! What would you prefer? Would you like to fight for civil rights or tweet a racial slur?

The guys danced a little while performing the song, gesticulating according to the meaning of the text, moving around the entire stage, interacting with themselves.

Be happy! Be horny! Be bursting with rage! We’ve got a million different ways to engage

The audience continued to watch with great interest the performance of two guys unknown to them, and slightly dancing in their seats to such a fervent and strange song.

Welcome to the internet! Put your cares aside Here’s a tip for straining pasta; here’s a nine-year-old who died We’ve got movies and doctors and fantasy sports

And a bunch of colored-pencil drawings of all the different characters in Harry Potter fucking each other, — Fizz and Blitz rattled in one voice, looking at each other disgustedly because of such content, and then continued.

Welcome to the internet! Hold on to your socks 'Cause a random guy just kindly sent you photos of his cock They are grainy and off-putting; he just sent you more Don’t act surprised—you know you like it, you whore

Blitz: See a man beheaded, get offended, see a shrink

Fizz: Show us pictures of your children, tell us every thought you think

Start a rumor, buy a broom, or send a death threat to a boomer Or DM a girl and groom her; do a Zoom or find a tumor in your—

On some lines of the song, Blitz and Fizz looked at each other incomprehensibly, shrugging their shoulders, believing that they were carrying some nonsense, but they just continued to perform, moving together across the stage while the orchestra was helping them with musical accompaniment.

Fizz: Here’s a healthy breakfast option

Blitz: You should kill your mom

Fizz: Here’s why women never fuck you

Blitz: Here’s how you can build a bomb

Which Power Ranger are you? Take this quirky quiz Obama sent the immigrants to vaccinate your kids

The audience continued to watch this show, sometimes squirming uncomfortably, hearing really obscene and unpleasant things in the song, but they were wondering what the continuation of all this would be, and therefore no one dispersed, because everyone was waiting for the outcome. Blitz came forward to the audience, literally contacting them through the song. After that, Fizzarolli joined in, keeping the public’s attention too.

Blitz: Could I interest you in everything all of the time?

Fizz: A little bit of everything all of the time

Apathy’s a tragedy, and boredom is a crime Anything and everything all of the time

Then it became completely dark in the hall. In the dark, the piano sounded again, and after a second after the sound of the musical instrument, a bluish soffit lit up, illuminating the piano, Blitz sitting behind it, playing on it and Fizzarolli lying on the lid of the piano, also illuminated by blue light. — You know, it wasn’t always like this… — Blitz delivered a small recitative, sighing, continuing to play the piano before the duet began again.

Not very long ago, just before your time Right before the towers fell, circa '99 This was catalogs, travel blogs, a chatroom or two We set our sights and spent our nights

— Waiting… — Blitz sang, looking towards the audience, and then smiling slightly with Fizz, continuing to play the piano, and after that he and Fizz looked at each other in love, as if it were a romantic musical.

For you. You, insatiable you Mommy let you use her iPad; you were barely two

Blitz got up from the piano, going out to the audience again, while Fizz finished playing the piano instead of him, while watching his friend. And it did all the things we designed it to do — Sang the converted imp, and then looked at Fizz, — Now, look at you… Blitz was looking at Fizz, referring because of this phrase to what Fizzarolli had become after the incident. He sighed heavily, pausing as he approached Fizzarolli. Fizz smiled, coming down to him from the piano, taking his hands in his own, raising his gaze to himself, taking his chin with his fingers. Blitz chuckled slightly, and then they approached each other.

Oh, look at you! You, you!

Singing the lines of the song in a duet with Blitz, Fizz launched his hand up, grabbing the iron structure where the spotlights were attached, pressed Blitz to himself with his other hand, hugging him tightly and rose with him high above the stage. Spotlights instantly illuminated them, thereby creating a beautiful and romantic atmosphere, but the lyrics of the song did not correspond at all to what was happening between the two demons turned into people, although they behaved as if they were singing a romantic song. But they were just enjoying a duet together. Blitz relaxed in his arms, trusting him completely, slightly arching back, stretching his arm to the ceiling, continuing to sing while Fizzarolli swayed slightly with him in the air, hugging him and looking at him with a loving look, plus the light fell on him so beautifully and his hair shone and fluttered slightly because of the swaying. And the audience watched it with amazement and delight, as if it were the most romantic scene they had ever seen in their lives. Even despite the fact that the shadows of the converted demons, which appeared on the back of the monochrome scenery due to the light falling on them, showed their true essence, where not two people were embracing, but two demons, one of whom had large horns on his head, and not black tousled hair, but also spikes and a tail while the shadow of the second one showed his non-existent huge horns from the past with balls on the tips and a long impish tail, the audience did not pay attention, considering it another special effect in the performance. It seems that Fizz was haunted by a shadow of the past, reminding him that he once had huge horns on his head, judging by his shadow. — Unstoppable, watchable. Your time is now, your inside’s out, honey, how you grew — Blitz looked into Fizzarolli’s eyes, smiling happily, as if they were really singing a romantic song, and Fizz succumbed to this feeling, just enjoying the moment, smiling happily, hugging him tighter and they touched foreheads, closing their eyes, just continuing to sing. Both had slightly watery eyes from the feelings shown. The melody motif hinted with all its sound as if it were a romantic song.

And if we stick together, who knows what we’ll do?

Blitz and Fizzarolli looked into each other’s eyes, blushing slightly as they slowly descended back onto the stage. Descending to the stage, Blitz took Fizz by the hands, clinging to him, intertwining his fingers with him. Some spectators were sitting with tears in their eyes. — It was always the plan to put the world in your hand — Blitz got as close as possible to Fizzarolli’s face and both looked at each other with half-closed eyes, creating a moment that they were about to kiss. But suddenly it was pitch dark on the stage again and the music stopped. After a couple of seconds, two pairs of glowing demonic yellow and green eyes appeared on the stage, and after that the sounds of the piano were heard again, during which the light turned on and Blitz was sitting at the piano already in his imp guise, continuing to play the keys, like Fizzarolli, sitting on the piano and both began to laugh gradually increasing, sinister, hysterical and frightening demonic laughter resounding throughout the hall, thereby both mocked people. The audience was stunned by this phenomenon, but they just kept watching this show. Blitz and Fizzarolli moved away from the piano, the lighting in the hall created a frightening atmosphere and the demons were practically black shadows with glowing eyes and they slowly and viciously-frighteningly walked towards people, slightly menacingly exposing clawed hands on the sides of the body, continuing to sing ominously.

Blitz: Could I interest you in everything all of the time?

Fizz: A bit of everything all of the time

The demons hugged each other, continuing to look ominously at people, swaying slightly to the beat of the music, smiling maliciously and flashing demonic eyes.

Apathy’s a tragedy, and boredom is a crime Anything and everything all of the time

The lighting became normal and the imps continued to move around the stage in accordance with the rhythm of the song, sometimes intersecting with each other, and the audience simply believed that all this was just part of the show, and that in front of them were all the same people who just in a matter of seconds changed into costumes of demons.

Could I interest you in everything all of the time? A little bit of everything all of the time Apathy’s a tragedy, and boredom is a crime Anything and everything and anything and everything And anything and everything and All of the time

At the end of the song, the imps danced on stage again, spinning among themselves at a fast pace, standing with their backs to each other as a sign of completion and theatrically holding their hands up, completing the performance. There was a dead silence in the hall after the performance of the two demons. All the audience got up from their seats and applauded, shouting “bravo!” Blitz did not expect such an outcome, and now he was holding his hand in his bosom to get a gun and shoot someone in a fit of emotion, but after thinking a little, he hesitantly walked across the stage a little forward to the audience, looking dumbfounded at what they were in we were delighted after the performance. It looks like for the first time he didn’t want to kill. Fizz came closer to him, putting his hand on his shoulder, smiling at him. Blitz looked at him, still shocked that such a strange performance was so highly appreciated by the audience. — How did they manage to change their masks so quickly? Real professionals! — Came from the hall. — Here they are people, and here they are already in the costumes of demons! It’s amazing how talented these artists are! — Who are they? Why didn’t we know them before?! — Who are you, two talented freaks?! Blitz and Fizzarolli exchanged glances with each other, and then smiled at each other, proudly standing on the stage, hugging each other by the shoulder. — Well, well, leather bastards. Remember these faces! Because in front of you is the one and only Fizzarolli and the equally one and only… — Fizz began to speak, and Blitz suddenly continued. — Blitzo, — Blitz said proudly, and then looked at the surprised jester, smiling at him. — Yeah… but usually it doesn’t pronounce the “O” at the end, so… — Whatever, Fizz. Whoever says it will just say it. I don’t care, — Blitz shrugged, feeling confident in himself. He was incredibly pleased with their joint performance with Fizz, proudly looking around the auditorium and enjoying the shouts of the cheering audience. He closed his eyes loosely, enjoying this moment of glory for him and Fizz. The jester smiled as he looked at the happy imp, proud that he had overcome his fear of public speaking after so many years. At that moment, Blitz completely forgot about his mission, because he enjoyed the long-lasting applause. Fizzarolli extended his hand to Blitz, and they were about to leave the stage, when suddenly a voice came from the audience. — Are you leaving already?! Won’t you be performing yet? — We want more! The audience began to chant, wanting to see even more performances from these two. The demons looked at each other, thinking about it, and then smiled at each other, nodded and began to show the audience everything they were capable of, in the guise of people, in the guise of demons, including even their circus acts in addition to musical ones and the audience was just incredibly delighted with the performance of talented freaks with names of Fizzarolli and Blitzo

To be continued…