What if instead of being found by Charlie Morningstar, Mason was found by Mammon? But instead of being loved, he was treated just like Fizzarolli, worse even. Can Mason find his way out, can he break the cycle?
TW: Child Abuse
The story begins with a giant stadium at the center of the Greed Ring where thousands of spectators are watching the stage at the front. Spotlights shine everywhere before green flames sprout at the stands.
Announcer: (offscreen) Alright, folks! Give it up for the king of all things greeeen! Hell's number one clown! The money-maker himself!
A giant sign pops up from the stands and makes a spinning slot motion like a slot machine before it stops to a jackpot, revealing the name of the sign: Mammon. The scene switches to the spectators all cheering on for the one demon to appear on stage. One of the spectators is the younger teenage Blitzo and Fizzarolli before the fire accident. The boys were all screaming and they were making applause for the most popular figure in Greed Ring.
Announcer: (offscreen) The sin you all looove most - Mammon, King of Greeeed!
In a rockstar entrance scene, Mammon slides on stage with a guitar pops up on stage with green flames and confetti bursting from behind him, wearing sunglasses.
Mammon: Heya, implings! How're you little (honk) doing tonight? I hope you're ready for the best ****ing show you will ever see in your...
An explosion occurs on scene before his face gets a close-up.
Mammon: ...**** lives!
Like everyone else, Blitzo and Fizzarolli are having the time of their lives, screaming their lungs out. A young Mason was watching offstage.
Crowd: Mammon, Mammon, Mammon!
Mammon: Right. I got tons of really ****in' cool (spins his guitar) **** for you 'ere tonight. But, first, how many of you worthless ******* wanna be big clowns like me someday?
Although, Mammon couldn't hear Blitzo and Fizzarolli screaming their lungs out, then they excitedly raise their hands up, in hopes of getting picked by Man on himself.
Fizzarolli: I do, I do! Blitzo: Me, me, me, me, me! Mammon: Well, I'm happy to announce that I will be starting up a new, yearly clown pageant!
Just as he was making the announcement, a giant sign behind Mammon that says, "Mammon's Super ****ing Rad as **** Clown Pageant" before more explosions bombed on stage with fireworks and confetti.
Crowd: YEEEAAAHH!! Mammon: You know- Like one 'a them fucked up beauty contests, but for clowns, so it's better!
A sign behind him now says: "It's Better" before it arrows point at the sign. Then more fireworks and confetti exploded on the scene.
Mammon: Just for all you aspiring, clown kids out there!
Then he picks up a young Wally Wackford
Mammon: A new chance to work with me, Mammon!
As he was explaining this, Blitzo finds it very uncomfortable just by thinking about it, making a look of uncertain disgust, while Fizzarolli was staring at Mammon with bright eyes of admiration.
Mammon: And be the new face of my clown-ish brand!
Then he pulls the young Wally back like a rubber band before throwing him off-stage.
Mammon: I can't wait to see all the new talent I can exploi- (catches himself) - u-um, ****. Wait, I mean enjoy (nervous laughter) uh, watching me grow my empire! Also, if you're a chick, maybe give up on your dreams now. Cause, I'm not gonna lie: women just ain't funny.
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Mammon: ANYWAY! My plan is to find the new face of my brand, YEAH! So, they gotta bring the good shit! The winner will get to be like the son I never had, and I'll be like the stepdad that will love you when it's convenient!
[Wow, say that when Mason is right there]
Fizzarolli continues to look at Mammon with exciting admiration, while Blitzo turns sour after realizing what a letdown Mammon was since he's trying to make a scam out of everyone in the crowd.
Fizzarolli: Wow!
Blitzo just heard Fizzarolli and looks beside him with one eyebrow raised in surprise.
Mammon: You might be a lunchbox, an action figure, Saturday morning cartoon. Hell, I might even make a *** robot of ya! I don't know! I mean, if we'll make money, sure. But it's not weird.
Then he spots a random imp in the crowd and then he points at the one with glasses.
Mammon: You're weird, you sick ****! And, if you say it's exploitation, **** you!
As Mammon was going on ranting, the crowd was dead silent after hearing his complains.
Mammon: It's not exploitation! If you think that then you're a ****head.
Mammon: Anyway, CLOWNS!
As he finishes, shadowy figures of clowns and whatever kinds of demons appear behind him. Then the crowd was back to cheering, but the ones at the front weren't so lucky as they were dogpiled by the shadowy clowns swarming all over them.
Crowd: ALRIGHT! LET'S GO, YEEAAA-
[Later]
Mammon: And now, my prized performer, The Angel of Greed!
A spotlight shines on a child, dressed like a jester.
Mason: Come on Mason, do it for Father.
Mason then stepped on the tightrope and started juggling. The audience was amazed at the performance. Mason just smiled.
Mason: I'm doing it! I'm doing it!
He then misstepped as the audience gasped.
Time seemed to slow down for the Angel as he started falling several hundred feet off the ground.
