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Fizzarolli randomly pops his head around the corner, “You ̹a͙͎lm͓o̟̘s̭̗t̳̫ sai͍͖d̥͚ ̟̠̹yo̼͓͉u̼̘ lo̬̣̗v͙ed ͇̘m͚̤e.͙̣̘”

Mammon suppresses a groan, “Correction. I almost said I loathe you, but I can see where you might have misinterpret.”

“O͔̫̙ooo̩͔oh̖̗̯ ͓̤yo͈u̗̳̲’̠̫r̟e̖̳̮ ͍͙̤a̬͔ ̳h̳̱͙o̥̤̲r̟r̪ible l͔i̜̻̱a̮r͎̮,̠̺̹ ̞B̝̫̳ig͉ ͉͕M͉̺̰.̮̭̥ ̮̜A̳̯ͅr̗e̜n͚̣’t y̯̪͔a̖͚ a̯̜̙lw̝ays ̩̟te̤l̗̱l̩in’̫ ̦m͓e ̘i̠t͕ ̮pa͇̰̪ys̮͕ ͖͉̝t̯̫̱o ̬̦͉be̱̝ ̮͓̥h̙̼on͙͉̞es̫͎͚t rath̦̱e͖̥r ͕li̟̹e?̭̳͖ Just͙ ̟͓adm͈it̹ i̭t̙̺. Y͍̠̻ou͓̫͕ ̙̞were ͎almoṣ̘͍t ̼go̜̞nn̠a̳̰ s͍͖̠a̪y͉ lov̹e.̞̝”

“I wasn’t. End of story. Continue to bother me and see where it gets you.”

“Alrig͕̺ht͙̺, al̲̝ri̘̯gḥ͕͔t͍̤̣,͎ ̱͔͇a͓͙̮l̦rig̝h̭̖t̩̳̲.̼̭ You ͇̙ca̠̘n ̮̯s̗ay̟͕ ͓͙͎th͙̯ḁ͖t ̖̣̦a͙͇l̞̱l̮̹̭lͅl͕̤̖l̞͖l̪l͖̩ͅ y̗͈̱o̯u wa̹n͉t,̦ ̣bu̫̠t I̳̘ ̙̲k͍n̦o̝̬w̝̖ ̗s̠̪̖om͖̹e͖͈th̞i̪n’ ͈͎̺ar͚oun̳̼ḓ͍ͅ h̹e̱͔re̦̺͈ ̘was̥̖̖n’̜t̮̦ ͔ly̯i͈̪̺n’̲͍.̖” He pulls the collar of his shirt down some and taps the heart device on his chest as he sticks his tongue out in a joking manner. The Ruler squints in his direction for a moment, before he’s getting to his feet and making his way over, yanking Fizzarolli upwards forcefully by his arm.

“Is that how you wish to play this? Fine. Let me demonstrate how much I love you then.”

The Jester squeals softly as he paws at the hand clutching at his arm, trying to wiggle it free, “B̳i̹̼͎g̭ M. ̖̺͉M̗ạ̙̺mm̲on-- ̲̻̤Cooo̫̱ome o̟n.̫̯̗ I̜̠ ̺w̖͙̝as̝̫͓ ̘on̘̝̳ly̙͚ kiddi̳̠̮n’̱.̲̬̬ ̻̝͕Le͉t̤̜̭ g̲̙oͅoo?̳” Yellow hues glare down at him, slowly raising Fizzarolli higher till he’s about face level, “No, no. I can’t allow this. You’re right. I’m not entirely fond of lying, so I can’t go back on my word, now can I? I have to correct my error. Now. Hold. Still.”

Fizzarolli shuts his eyes as the sound of crunching metal and the snapping of wires fills his processor. He’s heard this sound numerous times, but somehow it manages to both faze and unnerve him as it always comes without pain, yet leaves him feeling strangely hollow afterwards. When the dull thud of his crumpled arm hits the floor, his neons flutter open and peek over to scan the ruins before a pair of lips press against his cheek.

“There. Am I a liar still?” Mammon questions, single finger redirecting the Jester to face forward and look at him.

“N̯-̭̣͔N̦̜o̭͙..̞͉ ̫̜̠No̠, ̼y̪̪ͅo̗̞u’͔͎re͕̺͎ ̻͙͇n̞o̜̜̼tͅ ̮̟a̘̰ ͓̙l̬iar̪̤̳,̗ ̠͓̫M̠̟a̖m͖m͓̰oͅn̲͇.̤̙”

#﹙ IC Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ﹕ Fɪᴢᴢᴀʀᴏʟʟɪ ﹚ #SIDE CHARACTER; Mammon #TW: Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss #TW: Dismemberment #((Me @ Me: You know what's something I've always sort of hinted at towards others but never fully wrote out? ...This)) #((Mostly because it's-- complicated)) #((Let me know if I need to tag this with anything else OR hell move this to my side-blog <<;; )) #((Gosh there's just.. so much unexplained shit akjengake mybad ><;; )) #((ffff- so many typos akejgna))