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Question: Write the POV story of the 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 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 sharp teeth, red/pink/purple/orange irises, slit-shaped pupils, red/reddish-purple/reddish-orange skin instead of normal skin, sharp teeth in the reader's mouth, a long tail on the reader's lower back, and possibly a pair of horns on the reader's head) and, after Fizzarolli eventually rediscovered the now-demonic reader, 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) 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).
Your day had started out just like any other, you found yourself motoring towards the comic book store in the heart of your city. But the universe had apparently made a different plan for you today, and Fizzarolli the clown imp of all people, was now chasing you down the aisles, his cybernetic limbs thundering against the tiled floor. "Ah, too slow, sweetheart!" he would taunt, chuckling like a maniac as you threw boxes of old comics, action figures, anything you could grab, behind you in an attempt to slow him down. Fizzarolli's crude humor did nothing to lessen the fear coursing through your veins, yet his obnoxious remarks didn't help either. "Come on, darling! Don't you wanna be a part of my little circus?!" Even while being chased, you could still pick up on his self-worth and self-image issues. You remembered that he had always covered most of his head with his jester hat, the burn scar underneath jarring and haunting. Despite fearing for your life, you couldn't shake off a sense of pity. "Talk about vanity, Fizz," you hurled at him, trying to keep your tone mocking, attempting to hide the tremor in your voice. But you were only human, with average strength, average speed, and average wit. Your heart pounded in your ears as time seemed to slow down, and then there was a searing pain in your back. You stumbled and fell, gasping for air as darkness closed in. You awoke to a sight that was equally terrifying and fascinating. You were in what looked to be a gothic bar full of eccentric beings, some at the booth seats, getting intoxicated with viscous scarlet liquor, while others were dancing wildly. Wait, wait... Was that a tail swaying behind you? You swung around, and indeed, it was true. You hopped off the bar chair to find yourself taller, your skin red, your eyes vibrant, and your teeth... sharp. The reality hit you hard; you didn't survive Fizzarolli's attack. You were in Hell. "Oh, you're awake!" Fizzarolli's obnoxious voice rang around the room "Dolled up and all! I'm impressed, darling." "Fizzarolli..." you growled, your voice rough and low, echoing your newfound demonic nature. "My, my... You do look handsome!" He looked you up and down, "Definitely a worthy clown for my dear Ozzie's." He motioned to the nightclub around you. Despite your supernatural transformation, you felt the familiar sting of panic and infuriation "What?! You killed me to make me a clown?!" "Well, don't think of it as death," Fizzarolli laughed, "You're immortal now! Welcome to the sinners' club!" One thing was very clear - you were going to work as a clown in Fizzarolli's club. Whether it would be for a long time or eternity, only time, in this case, the endless time, would tell.
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