During your life you went through stressful day after stressful day with your job and your bastard of a boss. during one night a meteor crashed near Y/N's House and when he checked the crashsite a being from another world paired with the boy and af...
Blitza: Oh great. The fucking 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 she can continue she grabs Fizz by the neck to stop her from talking.
Striker: DON'T. You. Dare... Finish that sentence clown....and as for you blitz the only reason I haven't killed ya is because I can use you as a bargaining chip to lure Y/N in. Once I'm done with him we'll be hells most infamous killers dropping royalty along with our children our MANY MANY children!
Blitza: You fucking crazy bitch!
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 her neck before jumping off the cage.
Fizzarolli: Eaugh! Ever heard of mouthwash?! FUCK FAAAACCCE!
We cut back to Asmodeus looking frustrated and tired. She is holding the lawyer's contract for Crimson's ransom.
Asmodeus: (groans) Can I just sign it already? Like can we move this along?
Crimson's lawyer shrugsnand gives her a pen. Stola suspects that the lawyer being fine with this could mean something's off.
Stola: Majesty 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) 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 Stola's hands.
Asmodeus: WAIT WHAT?!
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.
Stola: (claps) Oohoohoohoo! This will be fun! I love words!
Back with blitz and Fizzarolli Fizzarolli struggles to escape her imprisonment while Blitza just watches it all happen.
Blitza: Ya know? You're really bad at this.
Fizzarolli: Hmmm ya know? Last time I checked, I was a FUCKING JESTER, NOT an escape arti-
Fizz's struggling gets her zapped due to rubbing his arms together in her wrap. She shoots up her head slamming the cage leaving an indent and falls back down.
Fizzarolli: I wish Y/N was here.
Blitza: Yeah fat chance of that he isn't even in hell.
Fizzarolli: What!?
Blitza: He took up work for a client he's on earth right now killing people probably.
Meanwhile with Y/N.
Carnage: Y/N are you sure this is gonna work?
Y/N: Oh don't worry it will.
Y/N looks at his phone which showed a new Facebook account labeled "Kittyclaws420". He typed his age as 12 years old and had tricked his target to come see him.
He stood in a narrow alley waiting for his target to come to him.
Y/N: Should be here any second.......
On que a large man stomped into view freezing when he saw Y/N with his symbiote claws.
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