The episode begins with a wideshot of Asmodeus' palace, in which we then see his bedroom. Fizzarolli and Asmodeus are sleeping together in the same bed. A cuckoo clock featuring a rooster with an erected penis goes off, which wakes up Fizzarolli under the covers

He punches the clock and stretches his arms out to the kitchen, scaring a laundry succubus wearing an apron and matching black lingerie and knee-high boots, destroying a chandelier, and pours himself some coffee. But, he burns himself so he takes the whole pot back, passing the same laundry woman from before, making her twirl in place, and sets it on a desk. He stretches out and grabs one of his hats, and stretches. Fizzarolli grabs the coffee and drinks it, before putting it away and stretching himself above Asmodeus.

Fizzarolli: Rise and shine, Ozzie!

Fizzarolli shakes an airhorn and blows it, startling Asmodeus, who lays back down.

Fizzarolli: Huehahahahaha!

Asmodeus: *groans* Ugh, again with the horn?

He turns in bed, covering his head with his pillow.

Fizzarolli: Don't blame me, blame how fuckin' fun they are!

He blows the horn again.

Fizzarolli: M'kay, SO; Today you have a meeting with the distributor about the new shipment of vvvibrators. Then you gotta host a safety meeting because of what happened with the old shipment of vvvibrators. And then, you have a nooner with Prince Stolas.

As he speaks, Asmodeus gets out of bed and puts on his robe.

Asmodeus: You scheduled me during lunch?

Fizzarolli: Well, you're pretty good at "squeezing things in".

As he speaks he squeezes the robe in, eyeing Asmodeus' butt, before stretching onto his shoulder.

Fizzarolli: But I left time for a big ol' breakfast!

Asmodeus: Lemme guess, I'm handling that too?

Fizzarolli: I mean, unless you want me to take a crack at cooking again?

Asmodeus: Ahahahahaha— NO. Never again.

Fizzarolli: Whaaat? Maybe I could burn the milk this time!

Asmodeus: Stoooop...~ Plus, Y/N's on his way over and I don't want him getting sick again.

Fizzarolli: OH! You know what I'm craving? Burgers!

Asmodeus: No! It's too early for burgers, ya maniac!

Fizzarolli: Burger time! Burger time! BURGEE TIME!

The two laugh together.

In the kitchen, while Asmodeus hums, making breakfast, Fizzarolli opens up a newspaper. An article reads- "King of Ozz—A HYPOCRITE?!" Fizzarolli nervously crumples the paper, stuffs it into a trash bin, then proceeds to throw the entire bin out of a window, which hits someone on the street. It was bad enough being hated by Lucifer, his wife, but to make matters worse now the princess of hell hated him and Asmodeus too. After what happened when they insulted both her boyfriend and girlfriend, Princess Charlie Morningstar punched him so hard that he went flying out of the building, and crashed into another building that completely collapsed onto him. The fact he did not die was nothing short of a miracle.

Asmodeus opens the door to the refrigerator, which lacks milk.

Fizzarolli: Yeah, yeah, I know, I can pick up some more while I'm out today.

Asmodeus: About that... You're still going to that contest rehearsal? Without me?

Fizzarolli: Well, y-you have a packed day today, and I know you aren't big on the whole Mammon thing. So...

Asmodeus: It's the Greed Ring. One of the cities is literally called "Ransom".

Fizzarolli: Ah! You worry too much. You know I ain't afraid of ropes. 'Sides, I'm slippery~.

Asmodeus: I mean, only after I...

Fizzarolli: (mouth full) What?

Asmodeus: What?

Fizzarolli: Come on, Oz! I can be on my own one day!

Asmodeus: But you haven't been to the Greed Ring alone since becoming Mam's big brand figure.

Fizzarolli: Yeah, I guess, but it's not like I'm gonna stick around!

Asmodeus: I can get you an escort.

Fizzarolli: Augh! I can handle it! C'mon, Big Daddy. PWEEEEASE?

Fizzarolli pulls puppy eyes on Asmodeus.

Asmodeus: Well, you know I can't say no to a face that cute.

Fizzarolli: Mhm! That's why I use it.

Asmodeus: Just try to stay out of trouble, Fizzy-frog.

Fizzarolli: Ahh, stop it!

Asmodeus: Noooo~!

Asmodeus picks Fizzarolli up in a tight squeeze, laughing. A small succubus walks into the room holding a stack of boxes.

Succubus Employee: Ozz, I have the new shipment of—

She stops as she sees the two. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli stare at the worker wide-eyed.

Fizzarolli: Ya mind? Trying to have an unemotional bang sesh here!

Asmodeus: Yeah! Cuz we're so NOT in love!

Fizzarolli: Yeah! Love. Is. STUPID!

The succubus sets the boxes down and walks out of the room, staring oddly at the two before closing the door.

Fizzarolli: Whew! That was close, huh?

Asmodeus: Just come right back when it's over, and keep your phone on ya, okay?

Fizzarolli: Got it riiight here! Be riiight back after! Don't worry, Ozz! I'll be super low-key. Nobody will notice me.

Asmodeus: And...maybe we should...

Frizzoroli: What?

Asmodeus: Finally tell people that were a couple? It's just I don't want to see you get hurt anymore. Your already in hot water with the royal family. It was bad enough that Lilith herself wanted you killed after insulting her husband, but now with the daughter and Lucifer wanting you gone....it's just... I don't wanna see you get hurt. Lucifer is a sweetheart, but he can be very scary and very mean when he wants to. I learned that the hard way.

Frizzoroli looked down in worry. He was about to say something till a thunderous crash reverberated through the room as a wrecking ball swung into the side of the building, shaking the walls and startling them both. As dust settled, the door burst open, and a crew of burly demolition workers barged in.

Crew member: Demolition day! Gotta clear this space for the newbies!

Asmodeus frowned deeply, his patience wearing thin. He turned to the worker with a mix of irritation and concern.

Asmodeus: Demolition day? What are you talking about? And who authorized this?

Worker: The higher-ups sent us. They said we need to make room for the new recruits. The new cenobites are moving in today!

As the realization hit him, Asmodeus facepalmed with frustration. He had completely forgotten that today was the day the new cenobites were scheduled to arrive. Turning to Fizzarolli, who looked equally puzzled, he began to explain the situation hurriedly.

Asmodeus: Damn it! Today's the day Y/N is supposed to join us to lead the new cenobites. I completely forgot to prepare for this.

Fizzarolli raised an eyebrow, still processing the sudden turn of events.

Fizzarolli: Wait, what? Y/N is staying with us to lead the new cenobites?

Fizzarolli turned to Asmodeus with a puzzled expression, trying to make sense of the sudden news.

Fizzarolli: Hold on a second. Why does Y/N have to stay here with the new cenobites? Not that I'm against it or anything.

Asmodeus: Well, Pinhead wants Y/N to lead the new recruits on his own. It's a move to groom him into more of a leader. Y/N also needs to oversee the integration and training of the newcomers. We're essentially hosting them here until they're ready to join the ranks.

Fizzarolli sips his cup of coffee, while Asmodeus facepalms in doubt.

———

We immediately transition to the Greed Ring, where Fizzarolli runs over a cup in a glamorous limo. He steps out onto purple carpet, while speakers and confetti blasters shaped like dildos pop out of the car. The confetti sprays over everyone, while one demon brushes it off, and another demon chokes to death on one of them. Fizzarolli walks off and his hell dogs, called quieves, come out the car and start to feast on the corpse. Fizzarolli claps and whistles to get the quieves' attention to get going. They arrive and spiral around Fizz, spinning him as he laughs. Roller skates come out of his shoes as he blasts off.

Fizzarolli: Whoa! Girls, girls!

Fizz laughs and rolls around the block with his quieves, skating at top speed, knocking over demons and hitting a trash can. His visor's built-in wipers clean all the garbage off them.

Fizzarolli: Man, it's great not being in the spotlight for once!

All of the demons glare at Fizzarolli. While he is skating, Blitzo is currently getting kicked out of a coffee shop by a Hellhound. Y/N immediately followed behind.

Blitzo: Look lady, it's not OUR fault if you only know how to make coffee that tastes like piss!

Fizzarolli becomes shocked, and hits the brakes on his skates, while Blitzo and Y/N stammer in fear.

Blitzo: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA!

Fizzarolli: Oh, wow. Lookee who it is.

Blitzo: Oh, fuck... You again...

Fizzarolli: Stalkin' me now, huh?

Blitzo: Oh, don't fuckin' flatter yourself, clown. I have my own life, y'know, without YOU in it.

Fizzarolli: Uh huh, sure! Blitzo.

Blitz: The "O" is silent now, bitch! And gee whiz, we've been in each other's relative vicinity TWICE, in the last FIFTEEN YEARS! That would make me, THE SHITTIEST STALKER IN HISTORY!

Fizzarolli pets his quieves.

Fizzarolli: Twice... IS ALREADY WAY TOO MUCH.

Y/N: Actually, it's three.

Fizzarolli: Why three?

Y/N: Because three is bigger than two and not too big.

Fizzarolli: Ok. That's cute. Real cute.

Fizzarolli shoves Blitzo out of he way and walks off. Blitzo dusts himself off and glares at Fizz.

Blitzo: Yeah, well at least I'm still actually working for my shit. And not getting everything handed to me like some pampered attention whore!

Y/N: Wow. That's...a little accurate...

Blitzo has struck a nerve in Fizzarolli as he growls in anger. He calms down when his albino queef rubs against him and hands him a bone. Fizzarolli moves the bone to show the leash, with gold lettering saying "From Ozzie with 💛".

Fizzarolli: Yeah, well... Guess that's what resilience and talent gets ya. Plus, my horns were always bigger than yours. Weren't they?

It grows silent for a bit, while Blitzo stands in anger. Before Fizzarolli walks away, Blitzo charges at him and they start to get into a street fight. Y/N's eyes widened and he covered his mouth in shock.

The screen shifts upward to find a skyscraper-like building where Striker and Crimson unknowingly reside.

Crimson: So, you say you're good? 'Cuz we really need a big score right now. I need a big score.

Striker: The best, had a royal on the ropes just last week.

Alessio pours him a glass of wine, while he follows up Striker's response.

Crimson: Sure, but not dead?

Striker: It was... called off. But I have a body count in the hundreds! I ain't afraid to go after anyone. Women, kids-

Striker's speech is interrupted by one of Fizzarolli's quieves getting launched into the window outside.

Striker: And cute little-faced puppy-lookin' things. Don't matter!

Striker then catches onto the fact that some drama is going on outside. He walks over to the window to see the problem while listening to Crimson's judging.

Crimson: Hmm... I'll tell ya what. If you can deliver something of value... I'll consider it.

Striker: One moment...

Striker opens the window and pulls out his lasso. He ropes Fizzarolli, Y/N, and Blitzo, into the room and slams them against the wall, laughing sinisterly.

Crimson: Hired!

Striker: Funny to run into ya again, "Blitzy!" And "Killer" too.

Striker pulls out his knife and slides toward Fizzarolli, pointing it under the chin.

Striker: And with a famous friend...

Blitzo: Oh, fuck me.

Fizzarolli: For the record, only me and sharp tooth are friends.

———

The scene cuts to Asmodeus' factory just below his palace, where they manufacture things for Ozzie's, and for general Lust Ring products. Currently, they are creating a new toy to test for the new vibrator shipment. An imp flies away with a box containing the test vibrator, while we pass some painter imps working on dildos. A transition can show two more imps fighting with dildos on the job, while we now pass to a different imp carrying the same test vibrator.

Asmodeus: Larger, you can never be too large, you can never be too large.

We see a conveyor belt passing the test vibrator onto a hazmat-suited imp, who flies away to return the final product to Asmodeus.

Asmodeus: Hm... smaller, smaller. Get this spot right there, and that's good! I like... ooh, I like that, that's good, mhm!

Asmodeus now has the test vibrator in hand, before handing it back to the hazmat-suited imp, then looks over a blueprint to see if there's anything else needing to be modified. Two succubi then put the vibrator into the test chamber to see the results. After everyone puts on safety goggles, Asmodeus gives the thumbs up and they turn on the vibrator. The vibrator shakes violently and explodes, leaving everyone scorched, and the project is a failure.

Asmodeus groans, sitting alone at his desk, missing Fizzarolli. He checks his watch,

Asmodeus: Damn. Those new cenobites of Pinheads should be here by now.

———
The bus stood still in traffic in the Sloth ring.

???: I blame you for this.

???: What did I do?!
———
Asmodeus looked at the door as Verosika arrived, looking worried.

Asmodeus: Something wrong?

Verosika: Ya. I'm just checking to see if Y/N's called you. He was supposed to meet me here several minutes ago and he hasn't arrived. And you know how he like to be on time.

Asmodeus: Hey, everyone had their off days even their not on time. He's probably meeting up with his new cenobite somewhere else.

He looks at a painting of them together. Lightning strikes, as Fizzarolli's eyes strangely glow blue. Asmodeus is startled, both by the lightning, and his watch, signaling an alarm for his noon meeting with Stolas. We then cut to Stolas sitting on a couch with a nervous looking Octavia in the waiting room, until Asmodeus finally opens his doors.

Asmodeus: Stolas! Hey there, birdy babe. Haven't seen you since you crashed my club, how you been? *giggles* Still gettin' yo' kink on with that feisty imp?

Stolas: Aha. Well, um, that's actually what I'm here about. You see, I, um... seem to have found myself with... feelings for him. And I'm not sure if it's a mutual thing.

Asmodeus grows unamused, assuming he's looking for something to immorally force Blitzo to love him.

Asmodeus: Well, I can tell ya, if you're looking for a love potion, you came to the wrong fucking guy. I don't fuck with that artificial bullshit! Lust shouldn't be about force... It's an ART! To be earned, and enjoyed. It's all about that journey to Pleasure Town... You feel me? (giggles)

Octavia: So you don't know what's going on with the Vees?

Asmodeus: The who now?

Octavia whispered to him. Asmodeus's how does why did in one of his eyes even twitches a little

Asmodeus: As much as I want to stop that here and now. I can't. I'm not exactly allowed to mess with other realms. Besides, Lucifer still hates m after I insulted him and his wife and then his daughter and her relationship.

Verosika: Ya, how did Lucifer take it?

Asmodeus's face fell.

———

Flashback.

Asmodeus is patching up a beaten Fizzarolli. Just in the wall shatters, and both are punched and thrown to a wall.

Lucifer: OZZIE!!!!!

Asmodeus: I can explain everything!

———

Asmodeus: I...don't think I'm welcome in Pride, for at least seven...years...

As he speaks he picks up two cereals and/or candies shaped like a penis and lips, and shoves the penis through the lips, demonstrating his point. He takes the penis out of the lips and lifts it to where we can see a flustered Stolas through the mouth.

Stolas: Oh! No! Never, never that! I just, you see...

While Stolas is speaking, Asmodeus decides to devour his whole bowl of various sex-shaped cereals/candy.

Stolas: This imp has a business he runs. He needs to access the mortal realm to carry out his work. I know your demons are some of the only ones who can traverse freely and legally. I was wondering if you could assist me in... finding a way he could too?

Verosika: Don't help him!

Octavia: Then Y/N's out of a job.

Verosika: Oh...then he can work for me!

Octavia glared at her with silent, murderous rage.

As he speaks, Stolas uses his powers to conjure up Asmodeus' book and places it on the table, the book seen in "The Circus" that mentions Asmodean Crystals, surprising Asmodeus as he finishes his bowl of cereals/candy.

Asmodeus: Oh! Hmmm, Stolas... My heart bleeds for you, but my partner— Uh... Business partner, Fizzarolli, HATES your imp guy. Blitzo, right? Yeah... HAAATES.

Asmodeus clenches his hand into a fist to demonstrate.

Stolas: He does? But why?

Asmodeus: Not my story to tell, but trust me. I would help if I could, but I can't. Sorry...but not only that, one of my Asmodean Crystals is missing and is possibly on earth. I don't know where it is but it's believed to be somewhere in Hurricane Utah. Don't know for sure, so I need to be real careful about who I give these to. Because if someone started using that Crystal they're going to get in trouble and I'm gonna get in trouble.

Asmodeus notices his phone ringing with a notification of a new message from Fizzarolli's contact, listed as "Froggie 🤍". He smiles and opens the notification, causing the phone to fly across the room in a grand display and project a widescreen version of the message.

Crimson: Hello, Asmodeus.

Asmodeus, Stolas, Verosika, and Octavia grow concerned at the appearance of Crimson, and not Fizzarolli.

Crimson: You don't know me, but you don't need to. All you need to know is I have your little jester here with me.

The video shows Striker bringing Fizzarolli to the camera tied up with tape over his mouth. Asmodeus grows enraged at the sight of this and tries to strangely grab the hologram out of anger.

Crimson: If you want him back alive, you will give me exactly what I want.

Asmodeus: Do you have any idea who you are FUCKING WITH?!

Asmodeus' feathers glow a vivid neon version of his natural colors before his head bursts into red flames, showing his outrage.

Stolas: I... think it's a recording.

Crimson: You probably just asked if I know who I'm dealing with. And, oh yes, I know. The weakest and most non-threatening of the Sins. The king who will do whatever it takes to save the worst-kept secret in all of Hell.

Asmodeus grows embarrassed and turns his head away from the video, with Stolas becoming worried for him and looking concerned.

Y/N screamed and tried escaping. Verosika and Octavia's eyes widened.

Verosika: Babe!

Two goons immediately grabbed and dragged off Y/N

Crimson: We both know you won't risk anything happening to the clown. So be a good little bitch boy, and do the thing. My lawyers will be over shortly with the contract of demands. You have until the witching hour to sign it. Hueheheheheheheh! Now, cut. I SAID CUT IT, YA FUCKIN' MORON!

The phone falls back on the table. The whole room shakes and Asmodeus ignites in rage. Stolas, Verosika, and Octavia back away as Asmodeus roars, making the whole room glow with a beam of fire.

———

The transition shows Alessio giving Crimson a lighter to smoke a cigar. He walks off, while a mafia goon throws Fizzarolli and Y/N in a cage with Blitzo, which Striker is on top of. Fizzarolli stammers in fear, Y/N looked like he was going to cry, while Blitzo scoots back.

Blitzo: Oh, chill out, jester. Christ on a stick, it's like you've never been tied up before!

Fizzarolli: Sure, but not by a bunch of psychos! A guy who shouldn't even be here! And a piece of shit!

Blitzo: Am I...? Okay, am I the psycho or the piece of shit?

Fizzarolli: Both!

Blitzo: Yeah, that checks.

Y/N panted and looked like he was going to cry.

Blitzo: Hey, Buddy. It's ok. We'll get out of this. I promise. Have I ever steered you wrong before?

Y/N thoughts: Yes. Many times.

Y/N: Well-

Blitzo: Don't answer that. Just...count the number of thugs and boxes here.

Y/N: Ok.

Fizzarolli watched and was surprised by how Blitzo seem to actually care about Y/N's well being. But didn't want to say anything.

Fizzarolli: How is this happening?! I was just supposed to grab some gas station milk and rehearse some juggling...!

Blitzo: Oh, relax, I'm sure your big royal chicken ain't gonna let anything happen to his peppy lil' fuckdoll.

Fizzarolli gets frustrated, and sits up straight to scoot in front of Blitzo.

Fizzarolli: Ohh, playin' that card, huh? Ok... What about you? Seems your tastes have gotten more... "regal", lately. Heheh...

Blitzo: Yeah, well unlike you, I fuck who I want, when I want. I'm not gonna be tied down to some big blue-blood asshole.

Fizzarolli: You could've fooled me the way Princey was cozying up to you at Ozzie's.

Blitzo: Hey! Stolas only cares about having a rugged peasant raw-dog him into his mattress, it's nothing... y'know...

Fizzarolli gives him a look, knowing that he's in denial.

Blitzo: It's nothing else...

Fizzarolli: Then why were you even there?

Blitzo: OTHER very important reasons, of course!

Fizzarolli: Whatever, I don't actually care.

Blitzo: I mean Stolas is just a loud, thirsty bitch who loves feelin' the thrill of getting dicked by the lower class. It's a novelty to him.

Fizzarolli: ...Literally just said I don't care.

Blitzo: And then, he'll call me to see how my day was! And he'll pretend to care about me, and comment on my photos, and LAUGH AT MY JOKES—

Fizzarolli: Oh! Well that's "definitely" your clue right there that it's all bullshit.

Blitzo: I KNOW, RIGHT?

Fizzarolli rolls his eyes, due to Blitzo not getting his obvious sarcasm.

Blitzo: He's just a fake, privileged asshole!

Fizzarolli: Sounds like you just hate him for bein' a prince. Because no one, and I mean no one pretends to care that much just for a cheap lay.

Blitzo: Point is, royal demons don't give a shit about guys like us. They're all the fuckin' same.

Fizzarolli: That's not...! A-always true... But, I guess you're right. They can't all be the same if some have taste, and some wanna fuck you.

Blitzo: Can we talk about something other than my sex life? Satan's taint, is fucking that Lust guy make this what you're all about now?!

Fizzarolli: YOU brought it up, asshole! But I bet Y/N's got a great one!

Y/N: Wha?

Fizzaroll: How's your sex life? Especially with Barb~?

Blitzo: You knew?!?

Fizzaroll: Yep. So gimme the details!

Y/N: I...well

Blitzo: I don't wanna here.

Fizzaroll: Come on, we're all adults here.

Y/N: Well. She********************************************^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^<<%~>#|<}\<|.<}\<}~~<<\}#|>>

(This conversation had been redacted.)

Blitzo and Fizzaroll watched in stunned silence. Blitzo's face fell in shock and horror, while Fizzaroll was impressed, surprised, and intrigued.

Fizzaroll: D-damn!

Blitzo: That's my sister!

Fizzaroll: And your sister is way more kinky than I'll ever be! Y/N you lucky dog!

Y/N: Barbie wants to get a trapeze installed over my bed. That and a mirror installed in the ceiling.

Striker bangs on their cage.

Striker: WOULD YOU THREE SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY?! Bicker like a couple of teen skanks...

Striker steps down onto some boxes, then leans towards their cage.

Striker: As far as I'm concerned, you two are BOTH embarrassments to our kind for meddlin' with blue-bloods to begin with. But at least loud-mouth here has the sense to only fuck his rich bitch, instead of bein' a little purse dog.

Blitzo: Oh, great. The fuckin' supremacist is on my side, wonderful.

Fizzarolli: Neither of you filth bags know what you're even talkin' about. If you think you're superior to ANYONE, then you're no better than any royal—

Striker grows agitated at Fizzarolli's words. Before he can continue, he grabs Fizz by the neck to stop him from talking.

Striker: DON'T. You. Dare... Finish that sentence, clown...

Crimson: HEY! Hick-for-hire! I said watch 'em, not fuck 'em. Keep ya hands off the merchandise!

Striker frowns at Fizzarolli one more time, squeezing his neck before jumping off the cage.

Fizzarolli: Eaugh! Ever heard of mouthwash?! FUCK FAAAACCCE!

Y/N: What did his breath smell like?

Fizzaroll: Mix of fish, hot air, and old meat.

———

Back to Asmodeus, looking frustrated and tired. He is holding the lawyer's contract for Crimson's ransom.

Asmodeus: Can I just sign it already? Like, can we move this along?

Crimson's lawyer shrugs, and gives him a pen. Stolas suspects that the lawyer being fine with this could mean something's off.

Stolas: Sire, you need to know the contents of this contract, you can't just sign it. A deal made with a Sin like yourself would be everlastingly binding... Perhaps I can look it over, I'm a fast reader. (mumbles through contract) Oh! Hmmm... This is a contract giving Crimson all of Ozzie's factory assets. And, giving him permission to use Fizzarolli's head for a wall decoration.

Asmodeus grows outraged and rips the contract out of Stolas' hands.

Asmodeus: WAIT, WHAT?!

Greed Lawyer: Juuuust making sure you're paying attention! (nervous laugh) Here's the real contract.

Crimson's lawyer retrieves a stack of papers and shoves them forward on the desk.

Octavia: Oohoohoohoo! This will be fun!

Verosika: How are you happy?!? Our boyfriend is being held hostage!?

Octavia: I'm in denial and going through mood swings!

———

Fizzarolli struggles to escape his imprisonment, while Blitzo just watches it all happen. Y/N was counting the boxes.

Blitzo: Ya know? You're really bad at this.

Fizzarolli grunts, and falls down again.

Fizzarolli: Hmmm, ya know? Last time I checked, I was a FUCKING JESTER, NOT an escape arti—

Fizz's struggling gets him zapped due to rubbing his arms together in his wrap. He shoots up, his head slams the cage, leaving an indent, and he falls back down.

Fizzarolli: I just wanna go home...

Blitzo: Hmm... You want me to get you out?

Fizzarolli: *whimpering* Y-y-yes...

Blitzo smiles as he stands up, raising his foot to extract a knife from under his shoe.

Fizzarolli: You had a knife this whole time?!

Blitzo cuts the ropes off himself, then Y/N, then grabs Fizzarolli by the shoulder, startling him, with the knife pointed in his direction. Fizz whimpers, thinking he's going to stab him, but Blitzo actually cuts the tape off him, freeing his arms. He tosses him the knife.

Blitzo: Now stop bitchin' while I work this.

From below, Y/N observes his surroundings; an imp on a forklift, goons playing on a pool table, a muscular imp stacking a card tower, and a few more demons lounging — from there, he spots the cage's remote control.

Y/N: Look.

Fizzarolli: What is it?

Blitzo: Oh I see it. See that remote?

Fizzarolli: I mean, I could stretch down there...

Blitzo: No, no... I have a better idea.

Blitzo shakes the cage, causing some boxes to fall. This creates a domino effect, as the boxes collapse nearby a few demons, throwing his beer mug in the air. As the muscular imp finishes his card tower, the rest of the demons cheer, but the moment is quickly ruined as the beer mug knocks it all down; causing the muscular imp, in a fit of rage, to pull out a gun and shoot nearly everywhere and everyone.

Mafia Imp: Keep it down! I'm shootin' 8-ball ova here!

Forklift Imp: The fuck's goin' on?

As the gunfire continues, the imp on the forklift gets shot, causing the truck to spin out of control, knocking everything in its way.

Mafia Imp: SHUT THE FUCK UP—

He notices the forklift approaching him.

Mafia Imp: Oh, fuck me...

The forklift knocks him in the air in slow motion with a few pool balls in motion, while Y/N, Fizzarolli and Blitzo are observing the whole situation, with Blitzo enjoying popcorn. Amidst the explosion, the white cue ball lands on the scaffolding and rolls closer to the far end of the warehouse. Blitzo, with a drink, shifts Fizzarolli's head to see where this goes, with the cue ball making a stop, right above the remote. As it falls over, it hits the "DOWN" button—but nothing seems to happen.

Fizzarolli: Well... That didn't w—

At the last second, the cage containing Blitzo, Y/N and Fizzarolli immediately drops down and collapses. As the smoke subsides, Fizzarolli and Y/N cough while Blitzo dusts himself off while smirking, knowing his plan to free themselves had worked. Fizzarolli just flips him off.

Fizzarolli: Show off...

Suddenly, Crimson and his goons come in upon hearing the commotion. Crimson lifts up a cucumber slice to see Blitzo, Y/N and Fizzarolli have freed themselves and caused a mess in the process.

Crimson: THE FUCK?! GET THEM!

One of the goons fire a net gun at Y/N and Fizzarolli, but Blitzo pushes them out of the way. Y/N climbed up a ladder. He grabs his hand to escape from the rapid gunfire. Blitzo spots a nearby gun and fires back. While Fizzarolli makes a run for it, two of the goons push down some boxes to prevent him from escaping, causing him to run back where he came from. As a bigger demon approaches him, he throws a juggling stick, and blowing an airhorn. But he still gets caught, then throws a banana peel, but no one slips on it.

Fizzarolli: Augh, this usually works! Goddammit!

One of the Mafia Imps approach him, about to hit him with a cane.

Fizzarolli: FUCK!

Before he can get hit, Fizzarolli manages to slip away, as the bigger demon gets hit instead. Fizzarolli then bumps back to Blitzo.

Blitzo: What the fuck, Fizz?! How is someone this flexible, this useless in combat?!

Blitzo dodges every one of the mafia's attacks with Fizzarolli beneath him.

Fizzarolli: I'm a performer! I sing, I dance, I promote products that I don't actually use... I don't do danger!

With a few of the demons out for the count, Blitzo and Fizzarolli make a run for it.

Blitzo: Well good to know you're still a wimpy circus puss.

The two climb up a ladder while Blitzo quickly shoots a mafia member aiming for them. Y/N was with them, curled up in a ball and rocking back and forth.

Fizzarolli: I'd give you a comeback, but that'd imply I give a shit what you think.

Fizz turns away from Blitzo on the ladder and nearly falls over before Blitzo pulls him up.

Blitzo: You always cared what I thought!

Fizzarolli: After what you did to me?

Y/N: What happened?

Blitzo: I didn't do anything! It was an accident!

Fizzarolli: AN ACCIDENT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Y/N: Wha?

———

Cut to a flashback showing a younger Fizzarolli on a circus ball, while balancing spinning plates on sticks.

Fizzarolli: You always had it out for me, because people liked me better!

A younger Blitzo looks from the side of the tent with jealousy. Cut to a similar scene, but with the two as teenagers, where Cash Buckzo hands teen Fizzarolli a birthday card, with the front reading, "Wish you were my son".

Fizzarolli: You wanted me gone, because you were jealous! Just wanting the spotlight!

Teen Fizzarolli looks over to Blizo with a smile as he waves to him, but teen Blizto glares at him with envy and hatred as he turns his back on him with the curtains flapping at his wake. Suddenly, the curtains ignite with green fire.

Fizzarolli: I looked up to you, I thought you were my best friend...

The fire spreads quickly as the other circus performers including Cash Buckzo scream and run for the nearest exits while Teen Fizzarolli is knocked to the ground and quickly scrambles away to escape from the advancing fire.

Fizzarolli: YOU RUINED MY LIFE!

Scene cuts to a brief moment of a box full of fireworks mislabeled "FIYAWOIKS" and Teen Fizzarolli opening a flap in hopes of a way to escape from the burning tent, but he's instead met with the fireworks. With no time to react, the fireworks explode before Fizzarolli's eyes and the whole circus burst into flames with his clown nose flying towards the screen.

Fizzarolli: And then you just left me...

Once Fizzarolli's clown nose heads to the camera, transition to show a mangled and nearly lifeless Fizzarolli dragging his bloody body desperately towards Teen Blitzo who was standing in front of him with his right hand covering the right side of his face after the explosion.

Fizzarolli: I lost so much because of you.

Next the two shots show Fizzarolli's broken horns disintegrating and chipping off, the camera turning to focus on Fizzarolli's eye watering with pain and desperation as a silhouette of Teen Blitzo in his pupil turns his back on Fizzarolli.

Fizzarolli: And you selfish piece of shit...

Teen Fizzarolli stretches his hand out desperately for help from his brother-in-arms while the flesh melts off his still burning and bleeding arm, showing his bones.

Fizzarolli: YOU DIDN'T EVEN CARE!

Shows the next scene through Fizzarolli's eyes as he watches Blitzo run the opposite direction away from Fizzarolli towards another blazing tent while Fizzarolli slowly closed his eyes.

Blitzo: I DID CARE!

——

Now cutting to the present day with Blitzo turning around to face Fizzarolli with tears in his eyes, Fizzarolli appears mildly taken aback at Blitzo's revelation.

Blitzo: It WAS an accident! IT WAS!

One of Crimson's henchmen climbs up from a nearby aisle with his gun pointed at the two Imps and one hybrids direction, Fizzarolli reacts quickly and grabs Blitzo and Y/N as his robotic limbs extended to avoid the numerous bullets the henchman was shooting at them then Fizzarolli swings himself, Y/N and Blitzo under one of the shelves just as another henchman crawled up next to his comrade.

Blitzo: Ok, you're right, it was all my fault, ok?

The three taking a breath while taking cover behind some boxes.

Blitzo: I... I should've done more to help, I was... I was TRYING.

Fizzarolli slowly grows less agitated as he listens on to Blitzo's explanations

Blitzo: There was so much going on... I was trying to get help, Fizz! I just...

He looks down with sorrowful sigh.

Blitzo: It was still my fault...

Fizzarolli still gives him a look of disapproval.

Fizzarolli: Glad you could admit it. Want a medal?

Y/N listened intently

Blitzo: Look, I'm sorry, Fizz...

———

A brief flashback jumping back to the past but this time from Blitzo's perspective as he turned away from brother-in-arms and gazed down at a letter with a rose in his hand which was meant for Fizzarolli, marching off with angry tears as Blitzo shoves aside an imp with a birthday cake, causing him to drop the cake and set aflame to the circus tents.

Blitzo: I am so sorry you got so hurt...

Teen Blitzo throws the letter to the ground aggressively while the imp that was holding the cake attempts to put out the flames as the camera shifts to the right to set on a trio of purple, green and pink hellhorses chilling on the other side, before the fire startles the green one, causing it to shriek and making the other spooked horses flee.

Blitzo: I'm sorry for what you lost, and I... I know I can never make it right.

The scene soon settles on chaotic mayhem with imps running and screaming for safety as Blitzo looks around in a state of shock in front of the SAME tent that Fizzarolli was in that the fireworks exploded. The impact causes him several burning scars, covering his right eye.

Blitzo: But you have no idea what I lost in that fire...

When directing his fellow circus performers, Blitzo turns over to one specific tent that was entirely engulfed in flames, he shows pure fear on his face as he rushes over to the tent and the scene cuts to a photo of him and Barbie Wire hugging their mother as the fire burns up the photo and now shows the present day.

Blitzo: I mean it's... it's all my fault. I'd hate me too. (shedding a tear)

Fizzarolli looks up at Blitzo with a sorrowful expression, but Blitzo quickly wipes away the tear.

Blitzo: I mean, I do hate— SHIIIIIIIIIIT!

A goon appears out of nowhere and holds Y/N in a headlock with a smug grin but it's short-lived (literally) as Blitz pulls the gun under his captor's chin and blow off his head offscreen, with Fizzarolli witnessing it happen and the trio put their heads back into the game as the duo scampered through the shelf hurriedly.

Fizzarolli: So, why didn't you try to tell me any of this? Or come see me? Even once would've been fine!

Blitzo: I tried... You were all I had left, Fizz. But they told me you didn't want to see me.

Fizzarolli: I never told them that!

Blitzo: Bullshit... You didn't?

Fizzarolli: No! And no one told me you came!

Eventually, they both share a look of realization.

Both: Oooohhh...

Y/N: What?

A goon climbs up the ladder and attempts to attack Y/N, Blitzo and Fizzarolli. Blitzo uses his gun to blow up the goon's head.

Blitzo: WAAAOOOHHH, CHRIST ON A STICK!

Two other demons walk up to the dead demon on the floor below them.

Fizzarolli: TRYING TO HAVE A FUCKIN' EMOTIONAL MOMENT, HERE!

Y/N hisses at them, his pure black eyes going a bit red.

———

It cuts back to Stolas, Octavia, Verosika and Asmodeus still talking with Crimson's lawyer about the contract. Asmodeus looks at his watch as time flies by, not looking very happy. Octavia is pacing around the room holding the contract and lecturing.

Octavia: Okay, so! I believe this draft allows for some factory ownership, specifically located in the Greed Ring... With allocated funds going to your client for the foreseeable future... While ensuring the safe return of one "Fizzarolli", and in addition our boyfriend "Y/N"

Octavia slams the contract on the table and glares, sliding it towards the lawyer.

Greed Lawyer: Yeah sure, sounds good... Now lemme just re-read thissssssuh.

The lawyer reads the contract and drinks out of his coffee mug which says "Live Laugh Law". At this point, Asmodeus is getting impatient.

Asmodeus: HURRY UP!

Greed Lawyer: Yelling won't make me read faster.

Verosika bashed the lawyers face with a lamp. Asmodeus chuckled.

———

It cuts back to Blitzo, Y/N and Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli throws a goon far, and he was back-to-back with Blitzo. Goons were running at them all.

Fizzarolli: Look! Misunderstanding or no, it's hard to just forgive you.

Fizzarolli grabs Blitzo and pulls him closer to the goons as Blitzo kills them.

Fizzarolli: It's been fifteen years and... That's so much time... But!

Fizzarolli continues to fling Blitzo around as Blitzo continues shooting goons.

Fizzarolli: I guess you didn't really ruin my life.

Blitzo: What, you're telling me getting blown up didn't ruin your life?

Fizzarolli: It was painful...and challenging, and y'know FUCK YOU STILL, BUT... It's not like I'm broken. And I now have someone who understands me and...I got to meet a nice couple, and one of the nicest guys in hell.

Fizzarolli, Y/N and Blitzo fight more goons before landing to the ground.

Fizzarolli: My life has actually been pretty great.

Blitzo: Yeah, that's lovely. You got a good thing going with that horny rooster fucker, don't ya?

Fizzarolli: Oh yeah, it's been... Fantastic...Y/N...cover your ears.

Y/N covered his ears, after stabbing a goon in the face.

Fizzarolli: UH, CUZ YOU KNOW, IT'S A GREAT GIG! And, hehe, and he's got the BIGGEST COCK! You know? LIKE MASSIVE! I mean imagine, like THE BIGGEST! JUST A GIANT, HUGE, LIKE A KAIJU! But it's a cock, ya know what I mean? LIKE A BIG MONSTER! It's BIG, it's HUGE—

Blitzo: Yeah yeah yeah, I get it, I get it! I'm happy for ya, Fizz.

Fizzarolli looks at Blitzo's hand on his shoulder and smiles at him, until the goons start to slowly corner them. Striker pushes them aside and walks forward.

Crimson: If ya wanna prove yourself, cowboy, here's your chance!

Striker grins and walks towards them.

Striker: You been a pain in my ass long enough, Blitz.

Striker's eyes glow menacingly.

Striker: NOW, I'm gon' break you like a FUCKIN' HORSE!

He grabs his rope and pulls it. Fizzarolli and Y/N look concerned.

Blitzo: Ohhhh, don't you dare talk sexy to ME.

Fizzarolli: You're still on the horse thing?!

Y/N: What horse thing?

Fizzarolli: Don't ruin your innocence.

Striker laughs as he, Crimson, and the goons corner them more.

Blitzo: Fizz! Remember how you used to distract my dad so I could steal his booze?

Fizzarolli: I mean, yeah? Why?

Blitzo: Yeah well, me and Y/N need to get up to that window there to bust us out.

Blitzo points at the window as Striker continues to uncannily and slowly corner them.

Fizzarolli: Ohohooo! One distraction, comin' up!

Fizzarolli makes everyone besides Blitzo and Y/N look at him as the music to "Look At This!" begins.

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Fizzarolli and Blitzo flip everyone else off as the trio head out. As that happens, the whole building starts caving in. Striker stands there wide-eyed in shock, one of the goons puts his hat to his chest, and Alessio puts his hand in front of a visibly confused yet surprised Crimson as the entire warehouse collapses on top of them all, and catches fire. Outside, Fizzarolli, Y/N and Blitzo run free, laughing as well. They both stop, panting.

Y/N: You know, once you get past the terror it's kind of fun.

Fizzarolli: Ya! That's the spirit! You know, Blitz, you're actually pretty good at this action-hero bullshit!

Blitzo: And you really know how to put on a show! Which is almost as impressive as the thing you said I was good at!

Fizzarolli laughs, then stops when they both find a broken truck. They both give each other a smirk. Blitzo breaks the window as the trio head over to the truck and jury rig it. Y/N climbs over the front of the car and opens the door for Fizzarolli and Blitzo

Blitzo: I guess, royal jesters first?

Fizzarolli bites his lip a little while looking away and somewhat covering his mouth before heading into the passenger's seat until he and Y/N are dragged away by a rope abruptly. Blitzo screams and looks out the window. He hears Fizzarolli and Y/N screaming. Blitzo gets on the roof of the car and points a gun at them.

Blitzo: Get... Your... FUCKING shit-stain claws off them!

The smoke clears to show Striker with Fizzarolli and Y/N in his arm, laughing manically with his blessed revolver in his other hand.

Striker: You think I'm just gon' let you get away after all this?

He spins the revolver in his hand then sticks it in Fizzarolli's cheek.

Striker: I'm THROUGH losin' these fights! This worthless little pet REEKS of his over-bloated master... I'll at least enjoy gettin' rid of 'im.

Fizzarolli smiles nervously.

Fizzarolli: Okay... Is it bad that I'm getting hard?

Striker digs the revolver deeper (haha, deeper) in Fizzarolli's cheek, as Blitzo looks over at two gasoline cans behind him.

Striker: SHUT THE FUCK UP! WHY'S IT ALWAYS A SEX THING?!

Blitzo sweats a little and shoots the gasoline cans, which catches fire. Striker slowly turns away with a scared look and then the gasoline can explodes. Fizzarolli and Y/N fly, hitting a billboard and falling to the ground surrounded by green flames. Striker frantically rolls around on the ground to put out the flames on him, making distressed critter noises before running off. Blitzo looks at Y/N and Fizzarolli, who is still surrounded by flames like he was many years ago in the circus fire. Fizzarolli tries to use his robotic limbs to reach a car and swing to safety, but his arms are too damaged and malfunction, sparking as he starts crying.

Blitzo: FIIIIZZZZZ!

Blitzo jumps on a barrel and rolls through the yard, jumping and grabbing onto swinging bars and springboarding off cars. He runs across the crane arm and uses his tail to hang onto the crane hook, reaching out for Y/N and Fizzarolli. They successfully grab hands and get flung in the air. They grab onto each other as they are about to fall until Fizzarolli stretches his robotic arm and grabs onto the crane, making them land safely. Blitzo tries to comprehend on what just happened until Fizzarolli angrily and violently shakes him while yelling.

Fizzarolli: YOU BLEW UP Y/N! YOU BLEW ME UP AGAIN, YOU FUCKIN' PRICK!

Blitzo: I did... But this time, I stuck around.

Fizzarolli moves away from Blitzo, holding his broken arm and frowning, then smiles and wraps him in a hug with his working arm. Blitzo, who wasn't expecting it, hugs him back while crying a bit. Y/N hugged too

Blitzo: Wooooould iiit... Fuck up the moment if we made out right now?

Fizzarolli leans away and glares at him with annoyance, his arm still wrapped around them. Blitzo gives him a nervous but smug smirk.

Y/N: Let's...go home.

Fizzarolli: Couldn't agree more, Buddy.

———

Back to Stolas, Octavia, Verosika? Asmodeus, and Crimson's lawyer. Stolas is asleep with a contract on his head, snoring like an owl. Verosika looked at the lawyer with the silent, murderous rage. Contracts litter the table, and Asmodeus is exhausted and pissed. He checks his watch again as the lawyer takes another sip from his coffee, then Asmodeus stands up and slams the table, immediately waking Stolas up.

Asmodeus: THAT'S IT!

Asmodeus grabs the lawyer by the shirt as his flames grew higher and his face became redder.

Asmodeus: I'm going to fucking END YOUR LIFE!

Suddenly they hear the curtains. they turn to see Fizarrolli and Y/N enter the scene, panting heavily while clenching his arm.

Asmodeus: FIZZY!

Verosika/Octavia: Babe!

Asmodeus shoves the Lawyer into the chair and heads to Fizzarolli, who tears up happily.

Fizzarolli: OZZIE!

Asmodeus scoops Fizzarolli up as they twirl around and hug for a moment, before Asmodeus affectionately showers Fizzarolli with kisses.

Verosika and Octavia hugged Y/N and peppered his face with kisses.

Stolas smiles before noticing the lawyer gathering up all the contract papers before leaving.

Stolas: Hmm. Get fucked, little one.

Stolas then leaves. The lawyer then puts his briefcase on the desk trying to fit as many papers into it as he could, even stepping on it to try to close it, but he hears Fizzarolli chuckling before seeing him, Verosika, Octavia, Y/N and Asmodeus standing above him. They smirk to one another before advancing on the shark demon who backs away to the chair.

Lawyer: OH, MY SATAN!

Just then, a needle appeared out of nowhere and stabbed the lawyer in both eyes and dragged him to the door. Where he was skinned alive and and his heart ripped out through his mouth.

The Seamstress: Hello. Sorry. But I needed his skin. It'll make for a lovely little coat.

The five looked at her speechless.

Fizzarolli: Are you

The Seamstress: Oh! My apologies, I am the Seamstress. Where can I put my things?

She looked at Y/N.

The Seamstress: Oh! Your my new leader. Such a cutie too~.

Verosika: *Hisses*

———

Lightning strikes as it cuts to outside Asmodeus' office as he leaves with Fizzarolli in his arms, closing the door behind him and leaving demon blood on it.

Asmodeus: I'm so glad you're okay, babe...

He nuzzles Fizzarolli, then snaps, which causes the lights to turn off.

Asmodeus: You ain't never leaving the palace without protection, AGAIN.

Asmodeus walks down the hall with Fizzarolli while doing some romantic but not sexual actions like nuzzling. The succubi give them shocked looks. Fizzarolli blushes from embarrassment.

Fizzarolli: Oz... You know there's eyes around...

Asmodeus: I know. I don't care. Cuz they know, if they tell anyone, I'll...

He punches a statue of a nude succubus right in the dick, causing a large crack and large chunks to fall off the statue.

Asmodeus: BREAK THEM.

After the succubi hear and see that, they immediately leave the room. Fizz laughs while Asmodeus presses a buttons on the elevator.

Fizzarolli: Well, don't worry, today I learned that I hate going outside!

They get on the elevator.

Asmodeus: You won't have to again.

Fizzarolli leans against his chest, somewhat frowning and looking down. Their elevator stops as Asmodeus walks forward. The scene then cuts to the workshop as Fizzarolli sits on a table.

Fizzarolli: I'm sorry... I got a little messy...

Asmodeus sets down a box and opens it, and gets out a new arm to replace Fizzarolli's broken one.

Asmodeus: You don't have to apologize for getting banged up, babe! I'm just sorry I couldn't be there...

Fizzarolli gives a smile.

Fizzarolli: It's okay, Oz... Guess I'm just not used to this kind of thing.

Both of them sigh.

Asmodeus: It's been an intense day. Just take it easy, okay?

Fizzarolli: Oh, it's fine! I'm FINE! REALLY! You know I bounce back fast!

Fizzarolli giggles but then winces in pain over his broken arm, but still manages a thumbs up.

Fizzarolli: Soooo... besides my whole scary hostage thing, how was your day?

Asmodeus sets down a box and grabs some scissors.

Asmodeus: Well, I was stuck with Stolas the whole time, who, by the way, asked me, to give him one of my crystals, as a gift for that guy you hate! So! I told him... "NO!" Mhmm!

As Asmodeus cuts the sleeve from Fizzarolli's broken arm, the latter takes a moment to contemplate.

Fizzarolli: Meh... Fuck it. Let him have it.

Asmodeus: Excuse me?

Fizzarolli: Yeah, why not? You could say... he earned it.

Asmodeus: Alright then... ♫Anything for you...♫

The scene shifts to Asmodeus installing Fizzarolli's new robotic arm, which activates as soon as it's attached. Fizzarolli starts stretching and jumping around until he lands in Asmodeus's arms, the latter walking to the door.

Fizzarolli: Now! I don't know about you, but having a violent brush with crime has given me a whole mess of new kinks! You wanna go... "make a mess?"

Asmodeus: You really think that's a good idea right now, Fizz?

Fizzarolli: Sure, don't you?

Asmodeus: Well... Obviously.

Fizzarolli laughs as he snuggles with Asmodeus, with the doors closing in on them.

Fizzarolli: Meow meow, cuddle meow...