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Question: Write the POV story of a average/normal mortal human reader (no weapons, super powers, insane fighting abilities, nor having intelligence that is above average) 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 even survive the attack(s) from Fizzarolli. 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).
In the gloomy corners of the familiar pub, you sit frozen. Your eyes are fixed on the flamboyant figure strutting through the smoke-filled room. He’s unmistakably Fizzarolli, the above average red-skinned clown imp, recognizable by his neon blue teeth and his mischievous pink eyes. Your heart rates increases as his cybernetic limbs flex and contract in an unnatural yet elegant display. If it wasn't for his scarred face, he might not be as intimidating - yet, it's the psychological torment of his self-worth and self-image issues that make him terrifying. "Don't make eye contact," you tell yourself, yet there's a twisted fascination that binds your gaze to him. He jingles as he moves, thanks to the bells on his jester cap and shoes. His outfit is a visual cacophony of colors clashing and harmonizing with each other. With a sudden jolt, he looks at you, his pink irises burning. "Why, hello there!" Fizzarolli calls out, his cracked voice making your blood curdle. "Never seen your face 'round here before!" His speech is seasoned with crude humor and double entendres. You try to smile, but it turns into a grimace. "Just passing through," you stammer, your average mortal neurons wiring together frantically for a way out. Rather, any way out. His laughter echoes throughout the bar. "Ah! An adventurous soul! Or perhaps a lost sheep?" He chuckles with glee, tapping the bar table with his sharp digits. That's when you notice the metallic chill of his retractable limbs. "Don't get too close," you manage to whisper as he approaches. You wonder why these words left your mouth, they held no command, no danger. Fizzarolli snickers, not offended but amused. "Now, now, don't be shy!" He grins wickedly, revealing neon blue teeth behind his forked tongue. You feel your skin crawl with every word he utters, yet there is nowhere to retreat. Fizzarolli's deceiving demeanor, combined with your human disorder of dreading the unknown, keeps you glued to your seat. By the time Fizzarolli’s within arm’s reach, your heart is pounding so hard that you fear it may simply give out. His eyes glint with an unknown emotion, perhaps his twisted amusement, or maybe an impish intrigue. "Can't take the heat, hm?" He purrs, his voice a perverse melody that fills your senses. "That's what they all say...Just before the real fun begins." And then he lunges, faster than you could have ever imagined, his cybernetic arm reaching for you. You can do nothing but scream as his sharp talons dig into your flesh, Fizzarolli laughing maniacally as your world begins to fade. That's the last memory you have, a horrified scream of your own voice echoing in your ears, Fizzarolli's deranged expression etched forever in your fading consciousness. Living an average life, your only hope had been survival, you were a mere mortal human against a Hell-born imp, and terribly, you did not survive.
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