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Question: Write the POV story of the average/normal mortal human reader (no weapons, super powers, insane fighting abilities, nor having intelligence that is above average intelligence, and having an average height of 171 centimetres (5 feet 7.5 inches) tall or over) 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, after the reader dies, the reader wakes up in 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), thin 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 devil-like tail (possibly with some black or white stripes) on the reader's lower back, a forked tongue in the reader's new muzzle, the now-changed hair if the reader had hair as a mortal human (now either black or white in color), a pair of black-and-white striped horns on top of the reader's head, four-fingered clawed hands instead of human hands, and a pair of cloven hoofed feet instead of human feet) 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 that Fizzarolli killed him/her so the reader, upon arriving Hell, just views Fizzarolli initially as a random demon, however Fizzarolli remembers the reader), Fizzarolli forces/enslaves the reader to be a clown/jester 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 happily working for Fizzarolli (who is the demonized reader's boss) 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 been as average as it could get when suddenly the air around you seemed to distort and you witnessed a figure appear seemingly out of nowhere. The cartoonish figure looked straight from a 1960’s Disney cartoon, a long red and blue jester cap, white ruff and black collar adorned with bells, completed with a striped pant and heeled shoes. Strangely colored eyes peered at you from beneath a heavily scarred face. His gaze was sharp, predator-like, an unnerving yet captivating sight. "Well, hello there! Pleasure to make your acquaintance! I'm Fizzarolli, your worst nightmare!" The figure chortled, a shrill, yet creeptastic sound. A sense of adrenaline kicked in and you, the normal human with no supernatural advantage, decided to run. Fizzarolli followed close behind, his laughter echoing in your ears. "You can't run from Fizz, human! Let's make this interesting!" He extended his cybernetic arm, reaching out towards you with a speed you've never seen before. Your heart pounded, your breaths became shortened and you mustered all your strength to dodge, duck and weave. Fizzarolli was relentless, his cybernetic limbs extended with almost supernatural agility, making your evasion efforts seem in vain. "Time to step up the game!" Fizzarolli cried, blocking your path and grinning wickedly. In an instant, your world went dark. You awoke in an unfamiliar place, the sky painted a wicked crimson, the air filled with a fiery stench. Your first instinct was to touch your face, your body. You recoiled at the touch of a short reptilian snout, sharp teeth in your mouth, and a devil-like tail. A forked tongue darted out instinctively. Racing to a nearby puddle, the distorted image scared you more than anything else. Your skin was a fiery reddish tone, your eyes now a demonic iris hue, your feet, once normal, had turned cloven and your hands now had four clawed fingers. Panicked, you glanced at your surroundings, the sound of laughter made you dart to the direction. Suddenly, a familiar figure dared to enter your sight. Fizzarolli! The clown imp who chased you that day, resulting in your death, an event you couldn't remember. He didn't seem to remember you as well; he looked you over. "How would you like a job, sinner?" He flickered a wicked grin. Curiosity sparked within you. An eternity in Hell as a demon, why not? It’s not like anything else could possibly get worse. As days turned to weeks and weeks into months, you found yourself fitting into Hell. Your perception and tastes seemed to have grown, vulgarity and crudeness were nothing but humor to your new self. Jester clothes were your new attire, similar to Fizzarolli's, along with white face paint to match his. You learned to entertain the crowd at Ozzie's, his club. Under the guidance of Fizzarolli, you evolved from being a mere mortal chased down by a demon clown, to being that demon clown's right-hand jester. Eternity may not be as horrible as you had initially dreaded, now that every night, you laughed and danced with the crowd at Ozzie's, under the watchful eyes of Fizzarolli, your nightmare turned partner in mischief.
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