Male reader story.
follow the misadventures of the I.M.P.s (Immediate Murder Professionals), an assassination company in Hell. The members of I.M.P. include Blitzo (the 'o' is silent) the boss of the whole venture, along with weapons specialist Moxx...
Blitz: "Well...he's...definitely something, alright. I mean, I don't know, was it worth all our savings just to have him put on an over hyped commercial and then bitch about taxes and then assault us with clowns, vomit and then pass out on stage?"
Fizzy: "Haha, so worth it!"
From behind them, a shadowy figure emerged from behind a street lamp as they seemed to be stalking the pair while Fizzy sighed with uncertainty and self doubt
Fizzy: "Blitzo, do you think I could win if I worked really hard?"
Blitz: "I think... I think if anyone's going to be the new clown face on everything... It'll be you, Fizzy!"
Pulling her into a noogie the two then shared a laugh with each other, Fizzy's mood brightened with those words of encouragement before they were interrupted by the very same stalker who was now in front of them
???: "Holy shit, you're Fizzarolli! OH MAN!"
The new person was an Imp close to their age with a slim physique, horns that curve inward, a somewhat messy haircut, and little strands of hair on his chin. He wore square glasses with blue lenses, a green T-shirt, and black pants.
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Burnie: "Your stuff is great!"
Fizzy seemed surprised and creeped with this sudden confrontation by a crazed fan
Fizzy: "Oh.. hey, there. Thank you, I appreciate that-"
They tried to walk pass him, but he quickly moved in front of them again as he didn't get the hint that she wasn't comfortable with this confrontation
Fizzy: "-Oh, ok..."
Burnie: "After seeing your shows, I wanted to get into clown performing too!"
Fizzy looked nervous still while Blitz looked like he didn't care about what he was saying but instead was looking at him suspiciously, thinking as if he had seen him before
Burnie: "I'm really good!"
With a nervous laugh, Fizzy was about to give him a handshake, but that's when Blitz recognized him
Blitz: "Hey, aren't you that creep that's always sniffing around our dressing rooms?"
Hearing this made Fizzy stop mere inches away from shaking his hand. But that didn't stop Burnie from grabbing Fizzy by the wrist and pulling her uncomfortably close
Burnie: "I have the best idea for a duo performance between us that should spice up your act! Picture this, we start it like a romantic, ballroom dance or a-"
Blitz: "Dude, weird fucking pitch. Fuck off!"
Burnie didn't like this interruption as he glared at Blitz now
Burnie: "I was talking to the clown, asshole!"
He then turned his attention back to Fizzy who was still in his grasp. He then swung her around so that he was between her and Blitz
