Butterflies 🦋

Hangover?

(Emetophobia warning?)

"𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵."

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Fizzarolli locked the bathroom door before he slowly sank down onto his knees and covered his face with his robotic hands

"𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯?" He whispered trying to hold back the tears that threatened to escape his eyes.

He could never figure out why his stomach felt so funny and why his heart felt warm whenever Ozzie would show him kindness

Until a week ago the bartender down the street broke the news like it was obvious.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴!"
Her southern accent echoed in his mind

"𝘏𝘶𝘩?" He didn't quite understand, he had no feelings like that for Ozzie.

She grabbed a cloth and started drying a glass. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦?" She tilted her head and looked at him

He sat there silent for a moment before he took another sip of his drink and replied

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦" he stared into his glass, the ice reflecting his face.

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸!"
She giggled and set the glass down going to dry another one.

He couldn't stop thinking about his feelings now, the idea of being in love with someone who couldn't possibly feel the same was unbearable and he couldn't hold his tears back any longer.

Silent sobs escaped his throat as he tried to stop and think about anything else.

He couldn't,
The only demon he cared about would never feel any romantic feelings towards him and he was certain that the king of lust didn't find him attractive.

He slowly got up and stared at his reflection in the large gold framed mirror that sat above his white marbled sink

He didn't deserve all this fancy housing

Why would asmodeus give him such a great and well paying job?

Why did asmodeus always say something about how pretty he was or how well he preformed?

Why did he pretend too care?

Fizz held onto the edge of the sink his breathing fast and his head felt like it was spinning

He felt nauseous.

He ran over to the toilet falling on his knees and proceeded to vomit up his dinner.

He slowly got up before flushing the toilet and moving to the sink too brush his teeth.

After he cleaned up he removed his jester outfit untill he was in just his boxers he was going to take a shower but he stopped and looked at his reflection.

He couldn't help but stare.

He felt hideous.

His face was mostly okay.

But his body was covered in white burn scars and his horns were practically gone.

His limbs weren't even his.

He quickly looked away before the tears could come again and finished his shower as quickly as he could without seeing himself.

About an hour later the imp figured he would have a few drinks because he couldn't sleep
Just a few
He wouldn't overdo it.