HA !

        blitzo SWORE that he was hearing shit in the walls – but with a CETAIN SUCCUBITCH down the hall, he assumed it could have been from whatever SHITTY TECHNOBEAT they were blasting in their office and shaking up his precious little space.

     he nearly FALLS OFF HIS SEAT, seeing those robotic appendages on his FUCKING CEILING. ❝ HOLY SHIT – ❞ he yells, pulling out his gun and aiming it at the robot,  ❝ the FUCK are YOU doing here, CUM BUCKET ? ❞

★ ; .             the scream echoes perfectly in his practically hollow head, shoulders jumping in their bouncing laughter as that rising && falling pitch mocks the shocked imp for his surprise. he ought to know how things worked about now, how fizzarolli would ALWAYS find a way to hunt him down && stalk him like prey. glowing eyes widen with absolute joy to the hostility as if it fueled the very mechanics whirring in his chest.

                               ❛ - whoa - ho - HEY there ! no need to go wor-orshippibg the same kind of talent you ai-ai-aim to be like a deity, blitz - O. - ❜ spidering limbs unhook heels from their grapple to let his lanky body swing itself by the gravitational pull of legs to the floor before hands release from the ceiling — dropping the animatronic onto his feet once more for a proper towering of height above blitz. his smile widens sickeningly, stretching to see how far it could go before the other simply cringed at its size. ❛ - as much as i’d like to call this a frie-endly visit, i’m here on accou-ount of LOO LOO LAND. - ❜

★ ; .             never question an already questionable entity, as having traveled through the circles — mammon’s own fizzarolli sways atop the ‘H’ of the happy hotel’s glowing sign. yes, here he is! the AMAZING ROBOTIC FIZZAROLLI stands in the pride ring, bouncing quietly as he hums his showtune. loitering upon the magne’s establishment was certain to gain the public’s attention, especially those unable to attend his own shows — private OR public.

              it isn’t until a tiny speck of pink rushes out that he lets his eyes shutter shut in a blink, focal zoom catching the pinpoint attributes of one maid waving arms overhead. INTERESTING ; seems they sent reinforcements to shoo him off. like a slinky, he descends springloaded until the nine foot jester bounces merrily before the little NIFFTY with an encircling of his slithering form to get a good once over from all angles.

rolli - polli.

Fizzarolli has joined the party + 1

Oh hell yeah. This is going to be fun.

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“Y’just-” Yes, Zaro did that. Now she has two clowns to be around. “….can one of y’atleast be useful and grab the cereal?”

★ ; .                              ❛ - you GOT IT, baby bird. - ❜ the arm attached to her own lifts her up, up, UP until she’s dangling in front of the cabinet.

★ ; .             catch him STARING as the succubus slips her way backstage after his premiere of a newly rehearsed choreography for the nighttime productions. long limbs jingle as he slumps back into a lean upon a backroom wall, almost like auto-pilot within the obvious parts && repair made into a dressing room. fizz gives a snap of his fingers as tendrils overhead shut the door once verosika toddles in after him, head leering back over shoulder to tip back his chin curiously at the scarcely clad demon.

              it wasn’t every day that a hellborn came to see his shows, let alone dared follow him into his personal chambers. a growling laugh eminates from his voice box as the animatronic twists his body around opposite of his head to come full-circle stop to face the succubus, hands coming to hips as though pride came naturally. that greedy slitting of eyes shows just how HUNGRY for attention he is, let alone starved for answers.

Boldness had been met with taunting mockery. Eyes traced the finger like a hawk being corralled into a corner. Not too far from the truth really as the Owlet is backed up once more. “Y’sure you want to know the answer to that?” A snarky retort is given, eyes thinning with disapproval in her gaze towards Fizzarolli.

“And here I was startin’ to think y’got hired as a replacement butler.” Her beak chitters out another backhanded remark as quickly as he bared his mechanical fangs, though that bravado Octavia had been displaying melted away once completely corned and those eyes darted to the arms splayed out to clearly provoke a reaction.

And a reaction the robotic clown would get. Pupils shrink amongst the fuchsia hue’s and within a flash, her breathing spiked tenfold as a free hand reached behind her, only to feel the countertop.

                                     “I-I’d rather y’just get out of the way r-really.”

★ ; .                              ❛ - no can DO, pri-in-incess ; there’s a FARE now. - ❜ fingers flex as she shrinks back, body slinking like a snake’s around to her side as for the first time he lays a hand upon her. an arm slips over her shoulder && braces the opposite of what side he’s taken to, crooning his smug attention to octavia’s overstimulated presence. ❛ - people like YOU are aw-aw-awfully well-off, sweetcheeks. ten bucks shaved off your allow-owance isn’t gonna hurt your pretentious rep. - ❜

              yes, ten dollars ought to hold him over, the greedy bastard carefully drumming claws upon that feathered shoulder of the coffee-craving chick. eyes slant as he observes her frightful expression, perhaps distilling a few of those vaguer emotions with a shutter-click of eyes blinking. what a surprise! there’s a debased bias of spite hiding not so subtly in those eyes. maybe he can toy with her a little longer.

              his body coils itself around her mid-section like a boa constrictor, face reveling up to force her into an deadlock of eyes. ❛ - A-ACTUALLY, the price just dropped. THIRTY BUCKS && i won’t fo-or-orce you for a private show. - ❜ fingers wiggle as his boisterous glitching laugh skitters like a broken record, knowing fully well the innocent intention hidden behind sensors.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, .   && ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ! ɴᴏ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴꜰʀɪɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ !

Heels skid to a startling halt. Grey feathers bristle on end seeing the animatronic jester elongate to block her freedom from this nightmare. Her neck jolts back as if a cord had just been yanked out of a plug socket. Fuchsia eyes draw themselves upwards with a dash of deep-seeded panic seeing Fizzarolli stare down at her.

Each breath speeds up as if it was merely a change of gears in a car to go faster. It WAS him, her home had been infiltrated by the jester. “I-I-” 

Get a hold of yourself Via! Its just a damned machine, there’s nothing to fear here! right? steeling herself with a single, slow breath. Her eyes shut close, before fluttering open. Apathy laced her features while langour remained in the air between the Princess and the Jester. 

“I was rushin’ so I could read a new book.” A boldfaced lie, but one that held a steely gaze being returned to Fizz. “Better question would be why are y’in my home? I thought Loo-Loo Land burnt up like one of your songs?”

★ ; .             oh, so bold! her nasty snipping only gets her a soft waving tut of a finger, that attitude clearly not boding well with the taller of the two. ❛ - && i thou-ought TODDLERS were a handful ; yi-i-ikes ! i can’t tell what’s sharper — your beak, t-talons, or wit ! does daddy still give you cuttlebo-ones, young lady ? - ❜ that twisting arm loops itself around to pointedly raise its finger towards octavia, moving in to further back her up as he starts towards her.

                               ❛ - y’know, there could be a nu-UMB-ber of reasons i’m here. a hitman-an ? a bodygua-ard. . . maybe daddy’s indulging in-n-n some twisted fantasies, hoohuh huh HA ha HA ! - ❜ the way he crinkles into himself as he laughs barely those revolting teeth of his, serated && bared in that sick grin of fizzarolli’s. as he’s sure to have cornered the owlet, he’ll wave out long arms to rouse her into either a frenzy or a minute shock.

★ ; .             the tumbling cants of one’s head begins to jostle like tin cans, a long arm moving to block her escape point once the skitter of heels jeering off to his side. his head twirls around && in leans his frame to further step between the hallway && the princess’s escapism from her trauma. wavering with a few jumpy twitches, eyes slit open to scour down at the owlette hungrily, greed settling in with a dash of gluttony.