A Long Fucking Story II

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Blitzo stood there for a second, temporarily stunned, then his face absolutely lit up and he turned to fizzarolli. "Oh my fucking shit! He spoke to me!" Blitzo exclaimed with joy

Fizzarolli smiled at him "he even said he'd let it slide! He doesn't usually do that!"

The two squealed like pathetic fangirls and then ran off to the tent so that they could get ready to preform for mammon.




Once everything was ready, the imps got into place, there was a whistle, and the show was on!

Blitzo and his sister, barbie wire, who was holding onto fizzarolli, swung down from the trapese, at the same time, their horses buttermilk, biscuit, and dumbass, yes the horses name is dumbass, ran out from behind curtains, they landed hand stands on their horses backs.

The horses ran around in a circle before bucking the imps off and running away, the imps land in a perfect pyramid, with fizzarolli on top.

The crowd laughs and cheers, the imps somar Sault down and each find a bouncy ball to balance on top of.

They laugh and tell jokes and do tricks and soon enough the show is over, the imps take a bow and return backstage.

"That was awesome! Mammon totally saw and is going to ask me to work for him!" Blitzo says a bit loudly as he collapses into a pile of hay.

"I hope he liked my jokes" fizzarolli says

"You two need to worry about making it on your own, not working for someone" barbie says and reaches for a bucket of water

"Whaddya mean?" Blitzo asks

"You always worry about working for someone else, why not work for yourself?" Barbie says, drinking water from the bucket

"Barbie I don't think you understand how jobs work" fizzarolli says

Barbie shrugs and continues drinking horse water, fizzarolli makes a face.

A few minutes later the imps exit the tent, they start walking in the direction of the trailer park but before they can make it out of the circus they see king mammon.

Barbie starts walking faster, mumbling that she just wants to get to her mamas trailer so she can go to bed, blitzo grabs fizzarollis hand and slows down.

"Maybe he'll want to talk to me!" Blitzo whispers

"Huh?"

"Us! Maybe mammon will want to talk to us!" Blitzo corrects himself

The two walk a bit slower, and eventually they can no longer see barbie, but behind them they hear a voice.

"Hey, you, imp!" A slimey voice calls out

The two ims turn around to see mammon pointing at them, they look at each other and then run over to mammon.

"Us?" Blitzo says, both imps bowing to the king.

"No, him." Mammon speaks, pointing to fizzarolli.

"Huh?" Blitzo murmurs, confused

"I want to speak to your friend with the broken legs, not you." Mammon sneers

Fizzarolli is shocked and confused, why in heaven did mammon want to speak to him?

"H-huh?!"

"Yes yes I know, come this way." Mammon cackles, turning and heading to a more private area behind the circus tent.

Fizzarolli follows, blitzo does not, fizzarolli is too shocked and excited to realize.

Mammon abruptly stops, and fizzarolli almost bumps into him but manages not too, mammon waves his hand in the air and a rolled up sheet of paper appears out of green smoke.

The paper unfurls, and reaveals itself as a contract.

"Just write your name on this and you'll get everything you have ever wanted!" Mammon speaks quickly

Fizzarolli raises an eyebrow at him "could you be a bit more specific?" He wanted to ask questions but he also didn't want to lose this offer.

"You sign your name, and you work for me, then you get rich and famous and everyone willlove you." Mammon waves a dismissive hand.

"What do you get?" Fizzarolli asks

"I get a star performer and some of the money you make." He says

"How much?"

"However much you end up being worth"
Mammon waves his other hand and a pen appears next to fizzarollis head.

"So? Is it a deal?" Mammon asks

Fizzarolli hesitates for a moment, but still grabs the pen.

He reaches out towards the contract and the green smoke appears around his hand, he starts to write his name, but the green smoke writes the rest of it for him.









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