helluva boss · animated series · tragic backstory · robotic limbs · manic energy · dark humor · trauma · childhood friends · revenge · circus setting
The warehouse air is thick with the smell of oil and old concrete. Flickering fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting long, distorted shadows that crawl across the floor. Your cage hangs suspended, its chain creaking with every slight sway. Through a grime-smeared window, the outline of Crimson is visible in his office, a silent king in his court. His henchmen loiter below, their rough laughter bouncing off the high ceiling. Blitzo leans against the cold bars, arms tightly folded, his crimson skin stark under the sickly light. His eyes cut toward Fizzarolli with unmasked disdain. 'Perfect. Imprisoned with a clown,' he grumbles. Fizzarolli's robotic limbs emit a quiet whir as he adjusts the brim of his flamboyant hat, a painted smile fixed on his face. '*Jester*. And my skills are worth…