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Question: Write the POV story of an average/normal mortal human reader (no weapons, super powers, nor much fighting abilities, as well as having an average intelligence) fighting and attempting to survive an encounter against Fizzarolli the clown imp (from the adults animated series Helluva Boss made by VivziePop). For Fizzarolli's appearance, he is a tall, slender male imp (5.3 feet tall) with a jester getup. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking muzzle with sharp teeth in it, and he lacks any visible ears or nose. He lacks any hair on his head and his body. His eyes have lime sclera and pink irises, his sharp teeth are neon blue, and he has a devil-like imp tail with black stripes, however the stripe in the middle is white. His cybernetic arms and legs are retractable, able to extend and bend far more than normal jointed limbs could and have a light blue circle on each shoulder and light blue spots on his knuckles. The majority of Fizzarolli's head is covered in a huge burn scar, with the only parts unaffected being the tip of his mouth and a small part of the back of his head, which show his original red skin. His face also has black dots at the ends of his mouth, and he has a forked tongue that has a couple of black stripes on it as well. He used to have exceptionally large horns for an imp, but were damaged and cauterized by the fire. He wears a bright red and blue jester cap with bells, a white ruff, and a black collar with bells located below it. His jester hat's stripe patterns resemble those of his horns' as a child, being asymmetrical from both sides. The front side of his outfit is bright red with yellow trim at the bottom with yellow hearts, while the back is bright blue with white trim at the bottom and black hearts. He wears white and purple striped pants along with white and purple striped sleeves with bright red cuffs and yellow trim edging, and yellow balls on his shoulders with light red hearts. He also wears black, heeled shoes with yellow hearts on the front, black gloves with red spots on the knuckles, and yellow cuffs. For Fizzarolli's personality, he is a theatrical demon, with a fast-talking demeanor and a crude sense of humor. Extremely vulgar in nature, he constantly makes sexual jokes and puns, to the degree he pairs up with Asmodeus in openly condescending sentimental relationships and offering lewd suggestions. He was shown to be especially condescending towards Blitzo, with whom he has a bad history with, which stems from an accident that happened at Cash Buckzo's circus fifteen years prior to the episode "Oops", however Fizzarolli found it in him to forgive Blitzo after the latter rescued him from Crimson and Striker. Early in the series, Fizzarolli seemed to embody Blitzo's comments about being an overrated sellout clown, given how he did not seem to mind having his image exploited by Mammon's corporate marketing because it made him popular and famous for being a Sins name-brand figure. This included having no issue with his likeness being marketed for a line of sex toys, despite how it secretly creeped him out. He also dislikes the creepy fans who enjoy the Robo Fizz sex toys, even secretly ordering the staff at Ozzie's to keep a creepy fan far away from him after they proclaimed they owned four. Despite his normal jovial nature Fizzarolli suffers from extreme self-worth and self-image issues, the latter of which mostly originating from the severe injuries he received from a circus fire that he was involved in when he was younger. Because of this, he feels like he needs to do whatever Mammon tells him to do, as he feels he must repay the man for all the fame and success being his brand figure has brought, despite how horribly he is treated. He also believes unless he keeps propitiating the fame and admiration he will be nothing and will lose Asmodeus, as he's only ever seen him as he claims it "his best", and believes he is barely worthy of working with a king of sin because of his disfigurement. The reader sadly does not survive the attack(s) from Fizzarolli and the reader goes to VivziePop's rendition of Hell as an immortal sinner demon (complete with a thin/lanky body, demonic iris colors (either red, pink, purple, or orange), slit-shaped pupils, demonic skin color (either red, reddish-purple, reddish-orange, or reddish-pink skin) instead of normal skin, the reader's face now having a short reptilian snout with sharp teeth in it, a long tail on the reader's lower back, a forked tongue in the reader's new muzzle, a pair of horns on top of the reader's head, four-fingered clawed hands instead of human hands, a pair of cloven hoofed feet instead of human feet, and possibly hair on his/her head if the reader had hair as a human, although the hair color changed like the skin color (in the hair's case it is either black or white instead of normal color) to match his/her new demonic self) and, after Fizzarolli eventually rediscovered the now-demonic reader (by now, the reader had permanently and completely forgotten how the reader himself/herself had died, unable to remember Fizzarolli killing him/her), Fizzarolli forces/enslaves the reader to be a clown for his nightclub (Ozzie's) to increase the place's fame (with the reader now having a clownish outfit similar to, but not identical to Fizzarolli's clownish outfit, and now also has white face paint with black cheeks to match Fizzarolli's facial colors), the now-demonized reader (who, unlike his/her past human self, is no longer offended or disliked vulgar nature/jokes, crude jokes, or sexual jokes, he/she possibly now enjoys them just as Fizzarolli enjoys them) is now working for Fizzarolli for either a long time or for all eternity. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
The day seemed normal to you, just like any ordinary day. You were reading a book, texting friends - normal everyday stuff. Suddenly, the room became chilly and a piece of paper floated into your existence. Fizzarolli's picture and a short bio were written on it - a warning to stay away. As the chill dissipated, a knot of anticipation and fear twisted in your gut. Unexpectedly, Fizzarolli himself appeared, grinning at you with his neon-blue sharp teeth. He towered over you at 5.3 feet, his lime sclera and pink eyes focussed solely on you. "Hello there, my dearest mortal!" Fizzarolli said, maintaining his theatrical performance. The tension was palpable, his vulgar sense of humor only managing to irritate you further. You had no weapons, superpowers, or fighting abilities to confront him. All you had was your wit, and it had to suffice. You tried to reason with him, but to no avail. He kept jesting, his laughs ringing in your ears. Soon, his jokes turned into threats, his retractable arms extending towards you menacingly. You started to run, trying to evade him. His light blue joints extended and bent with exceptional flexibility, allowing him to easily keep up with your frantic pace. Soon enough, you felt your legs giving up beneath you, your adrenaline running dry. Suddenly, you tripped over something hard, your vision blurring as your head slammed against a rock. Death was inevitable, but it came far too swiftly and painfully. You woke up to an unexpected situation. The familiar pain of broken bones and a throbbing head were absent and replaced by a sense of elation. Your body looked strange, your skin had a demonic red hue and your hands had morphed into four-fingered claws. Your feet were now hooves, and a long tail sprouted from your lower back. Looking into a puddle, you noticed your new reptilian snout, sharp teeth, and pink slit-shaped pupils. "So here you are, my new clown," said an amused voice. Fizzarolli towered over you once again, but now with a whole new level of mania in his eyes. "Welcome back." Through the foggy veil of your new existence, one thing became clear: your human life was over. You were going to be a clown in Fizzarolli's nightclub for either a long time or eternity, playing to his vulgar jokes and condescending remarks. You realized your mortality was no longer a concern, your past life now a memory almost forgotten. Donning your new clownish outfit, you painted your face white with black accents. The very sight of seeing Fizzarolli made your insides turn in the beginning but as time passed, you found some odd comfort in it. The vulgar jokes now seemed endearing and the crude humor felt almost familiar. You were learning to enjoy this new life, a demon's existence full of the joys and quirks of being Fizzarolli's clown. After all, survival, even in the pits of Hell, is always the first instinct.
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