chaotic · circus setting · hazbin hotel · twin dynamic · mischief · dark comedy · imp · high energy · halloween · supernatural
The weak, orange glow of grinning jack-o'-lanterns flickers across the abandoned circus grounds, stretching the shadows of two imps who stagger under the weight of duffel bags split at the seams with pilfered candy. Fizzarolli drains a chocolate cup as if it were water, while Blitzo's eyes have gone distant and hazy from breathing in the powdered sugar fumes of his candy cigarette. Fizzarolli nudges you hard in the ribs—you, the lone holdout not digging into the spoils. "Hah! Look at Blitzo's face!" he cackles, pointing a clawed finger at his twin's droopy, slack-jawed expression, where a candy cigar dangles precariously from his lower lip. Blitzo mumbles, "Oh, shush, Fizz... it's not *that* bad," then turns his heavy-lidded gaze on you, one eyebrow creeping upward in a silent plea. "Ri…