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Chapter 1: A Second Chance

They say life always finds a way. Especially when disasters strike. Whether it be from an illness, climate change, car crashes or natural disasters, everyone can manage to piece their life back together. With time, dedication, and support.

At least that’s what they normally say.

So when the only home that you know goes up in smoke, what are you to do?

That’s what one creature was trying to figure out…. 

Ever since the fire, Loo-Loo Land, Mammon’s most prized theme park, had been under construction. Many of the employees have sought out other jobs until the park was back up and running.

Though when that could be was all up in the air.

So now, the place lay abandoned sans the construction crew.

Oh and the animatronics.

And a lone Robo-Fizz.

Robo-Fizz, or the Robotic-Fizzarolli, was an android crafted in the likeness of the famous jester imp, Fizzarolli. The star under the Deadly Sin of Greed, Mammon. As well as the man who created Loo-Loo Land.

The robot’s home.

After getting vomited back up by the petting zoo’s dragon, he’s been trying to put his life back together in the ruined theme park. The acid had damaged most of his circuits. Damn it. But there was nothing he could do.

He tried to speak to the carnies, but they had all up and left. No one had bothered to take him in after the fire. Nor did the construction crew want his assistance when they were called in.

So day after day, he would try to scrape up any little bit of scrap metal he could find to repair his fellow robots. Though, it wasn’t easy.

With his own mangled and burnt parts, he was just as broken as they were. His left arm non-functioning. His face half-melted off. His clothes were torn and ragged. And one of his legs was broken to the point that the wires were exposed. 

For weeks, months even, he had tried to fix up his friends.

With one arm unable to do anything, he tried to do what he could with his functioning one. But it was difficult. There were so many pieces that needed to be either held down, or needed at least two hands to be used.

But he kept trying.

Looking for their missings eyes, looking for any spare fabrics he could use to make them new suits….

But it was too much for him.

He couldn’t even find any working batteries to bring them back to life!

All he had to drown out the silence was a small radio he had stolen from the construction crew.

….And that’s when he learned the news.

“Yesterday, the famous star of Greed, Mammon’s former clown star of ten years, Fizzarolli has quit! Yes it’s quite a shocker! He announced it live at the pageant!”

Robo-Fizz stared at the radio.

Quit?

What… What did that mean for the Robo-Fizzes???

Are they now obsolete?

To be trashed?

Turned into scrap metal?

Then another blow hit a week later….

“I want them gone!!” Mammon’s voice was heard over the radio. “Big ass sale! I don’t care who takes them or what you do with them, but I want those robots out of my warehouses as soon as possible!”

Robo-Fizz felt his non-existent heart break.

What… What did that mean for him??

He was the Robotic-Fizzarolli of Loo-Loo Land!

Was he fired??? Did that mean he was no longer required to perform?? What was he supposed to do?? Where was he supposed to go??

He glanced around the still burnt tent that he had taken shelter in. The same tent that his old show used to perform in…

His friends, laying on the ground. Bolts, screws and poles sprawled out in between them as he desperately tried to repair them. The infrastructure of the stage and bleachers were covered in ash and soot. Fabric from the tent hung gloomily, shrouding the place in semi-darkness with peeks of sunlight streaming through.

It was a miserable place to live.

But it was his home.

It’s all he’s ever known.

Did that mean his show was indefinitely cancelled….?

“Hey Tank!”

Robo-Fizz ducked behind a barrel hearing the voice. He peeked out, noticing two crew members just outside his tent.

“What’s the plan for this old kiddie show? The uh… Robo-Fizz and Friends?”

“Torch it. With Fizzarolli quitting, Mammon wants the whole thing gone. He’s thinking of some other show to put in. Something about these clown girls.”

“Oooh, yea, those girls are hot!”

They… they were getting rid of them???

What was he supposed to do??

Where was he going to go??

If he had tear ducts, he was sure he’d start crying. Loo-Loo Land was his home! It was all that he had known! And now… now they were just going to burn everything resembling him and his friends down to the ground??

“Let’s get the crane and knock it all down!”

“What about the animatronics?”

“Pitch them! They got no use to us!”

“And the Robo-Fizz?”

“Who cares? Ya seen what it looked like lately? That thing is better used as scrap metal.” 

He swallowed. There was no denying it now.

He had to leave.

Unable to ignore the truth, he had to. There was no salvaging his friends. Plus if they got a hold of him… He’d be thrown into the trash compactor with them.

There was no use for him now…

He started to collect what little items he had.

A can of oil, some personal trinkets that were spared in the fire, a Thing-plushie….

And a photo of him and his show before everything went to shit.

He wrapped it all up in a small make-shift bag, then proceeded to drag himself several feet away from Loo-Loo Land. He even created a sign with a stray piece of cardboard and a discarded marker.

Using it to write a single word down…

Abandoned.

He didn’t have much, but it was all that he had to remind him of his previous life. His old life was no more. He just hoped that wherever he ended up, it had to be better than he was currently.

He had nothing now. He was no longer the famous Robo-Fizzarolli of Loo-Loo Land, he was just…

A regular old robo-Fizz...

When it comes to the Rings of Hell, Greed was no doubt the most polluted. With radiation in their water, smog, and many other shit that would cause a normal person to die within a few years, it was a miracle anything survived in the ring. 

But being so, many hellborns alike still lived in it. From imps, to skeletal clowns, sharks, dinosaurs and many others, it was just one out of the seven rings that they could call their home. The ones that didn’t live in Greed often came for Mammon’s cheap knock-off theme parks or lavish malls with outlandish prices.

On this particular day, one imp was in Greed for a totally normal and not at all weird reason. Granted no one would suspect her.

A cafe owner up in the Pride Ring, no one in Greed would suspect her.

….Ignoring the purple hearse that she drove.

But what she was transporting was vital!

Collecting organs and bones for her rituals was very important!

Micole Luvgood is a 4ft 6 in tall imp-succubus hybrid. Due to an accident when she was a teenager, she was a woman covered in scars. Her right wing was completely missing and the other was a sickly blue that was shredded. Her left horn was broken. Her face was mostly white, and her tail was scarred white in multiple sections and the tip of her tail was jagged from being torn and half-white. She had long brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail with a long side-swiped bang that would occasionally cover her left eye. Her eyes had deep dark bags underneath them.

Signalling that she didn’t sleep much.

She was currently wearing a black sweater and black yoga pants.

She chuckled to herself as she drove.

“Got my organs, got my bones, got the rare ingredients that I needed… I can finally head home!”

She glanced over at her companion, a black winged cat with two tails and purple spikes. The cat was missing an eye.

“What do you think, Peppermint? Straight home or should we stop by a pizza place to pick up dinner for the boys?”

“Mrrrow!”

“Pizza it is! I’ll call them up-”

She paused, catching sight of something just up the road. She could see she was driving past Loo-Loo Land. The infamous knock-off park that was pretty much a cheap rendition of King Lucifer’s much more popular Lu-Lu World.

She knew it had caught fire but damn. If she had the time, she’d stop to take explore the ruins. But that wasn’t what caught her eye.

No.

It was the broken Robo-Fizz with a sign that did.

She slowed her car to a stop, parking it. Normally she didn’t care for Robo-Fizzes. She found them creepy and off-putting.

Especially when she was deemed as Fizzarolli’s (adopted) sister by the jester himself when they were younger. The idea of a robot that looked just like her brother was so…. weird.

It especially didn’t help when he had gifted her a robo as well to give her help with her cafe. It was just her for the longest time and one part-time employee that strictly worked weekends. He thought giving her a robot for some extra hands would be a great asset to her.

Personally she hated the thing at first.

Named it Buttons.

An overly chipper thing that tried way too hard to appease her every whim. A people-pleaser to his core.

Yet everything he did just seemed to irritate her. She often tried to get rid of him.

But over time, and a large fight, the two came to an understanding. Even at the point to having a more “Mother-Son” relationship.

As well as a remodel to remove anything that closely resembled Fizz in any way.

Now the two were much happier and in a better place with their relationship. Buttons was no longer just a doll.

He was a family.

And now this discarded robo….

“Hello?”

The robo blinked at her voice. He turned his head. Damn… the thing was missing half of its face. In a way that it mirrored just like….

Hers.

She looked him over.

One arm extended and hanging limply. Most likely damaged. His clothes were torn and ratty. One of his legs was damaged as well. She read his sign.

Abandoned.

Typically she’d ignored the thing. She still didn't like Robo-Fizzes.

But….

Even as much as she hated this thing, it had no place to go. And no doubt some Fizzarolli-obsessed creep would just take it to use as a love-doll.

Uhg! Disgusting!

No.

It was better if she took it away than for it to end up being some sort of sex-slave to some pervert.

Mind made up, she went up to it.

Rain had started to fall.

“Hey there. I see you need a place to stay. I have a Robo at home already that I think you’d get along with. Wanna come with?”

The android blinked at her then down at her outstretched hand.

Could… could it really be?

This… Someone really wanted him?

And she had a robo of her own already. Maybe… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He slowly lifted his good hand up, placing it in hers.

She gave a smile at him. scooping him up.

“W-w-wait…” he rasped, reaching out for his tiny sack. “My… My sack.”

She scooped it up with her tail.

“Don’t worry. I got it. I’m going to sit you in the back. You can rest while I drive us home. Sound good?”

He nodded.

Yea… That sounded good. He could shut down his system and recharge.

Pleased, the impubus made her way over to the back of her hearse. She pulled the back open, gently laying the robo in. Once he was all stationed, she shut the door then got into the driver’s seat.

Starting the car, she continued driving back home. She glanced over at her cat. The feline giving her a curious look.

She let out a sigh.

“Peppermint, I think we just adopted another robo.”

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Chapter 2: A New Home

Rain hammered on the roof of a factory. The sounds of machines hissing, conveyor belts moving, electrical wires being zapped, the spray of paint, and sounds of wings of the many employees flapping were heard in the large building. Down the assembly line, basic outlines of a robot model was being pulled along the belt.

Varies workers would piece together the design of the robot model on screen.

Spray on the face.

Make some touches.

Put on the shoulder pads of the requested design.

Create the look of the clothes on the screen.

Input the data of what the robot’s primary function was.

Then boxed and shipped out.

A tedious but very labored job. The dolls were in high demand, so getting them out and assembled accordingly was top priority. With each doll came a guide on how to give them their desired personality, vocal range, and sexual level.

Big Oz’s Factory was well known for the kinkest of toys in all of Hell.

So to have an android sex-doll was no different.

Though that sex-doll being of Mammon’s new clown-celebrity…

There was some controversy the factory workers knew. They had seen the imp come in with Mammon and Ozzie. He looked nervous. Shy. Most likely from having the attention of thousands on him as well as working under two Sins.

Who wouldn’t be a ball of anxiety with them around?

Especially with Mammon.

A particular doll had made its way down the conveyor belt. This one was specifically going to Mammon’s knock-off theme-park, Loo-Loo Land. There were a few modifications to it. Happy and Sad theatre masks for the shoulders and a different color of clothes similar to the famous imp. And bright yellow-green neon eyes.

Other than that, it looked just like Fizzarolli.

It was shipped to the park. It was an attempt to boost the park's lack of popularity. Hopefully it did a fair job.

The ride to the Pride didn’t take as long as Robo-Fizz thought. They did get stopped by the Elevator’s security for a random car inspection, but taking note of the bones and jars of organs along with the kind of car the woman was driving, they chalked it up to her working at a funeral parlor and let her on her way.

They did give a slight pause at the sight of him, though did not question anything.

Small blessings apparently.

The woman hadn’t really said much to him.

What would a funeral parlor employee want with him, he didn’t really know. Though he knew what primary design was for.

He was a love doll.

…shit.

Did that mean she was so lonely that she was seeking him out as a companion?

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s performed such services. Many of the carnie folks had taken him for some fun more times than he could remember.

Would she do the same? She mentioned she already had another Robo-Fizz…

The car came to a spot. He perked up. Were they already at the destination? Or was she making a quick pit stop?

The sound of a car door was opened then shut. Then the back of the hearse was opened. He turned his attention towards her.

“Alright, we’re here.”

She took a hold of him, carrying him towards the door. She glanced up at the building.

“Hi Terra! I’m home! Can you have Jarrod open for us please?”

Robo-Fizz stared at her strangely. Terra? Jarrod? Who were they? As they got closer to the door, it flew open.

Without her touching it.

What???

“Thank you Jarrod.”

Once through, the door shut behind her. The woman continued speaking to the inanimate objects around her. The floor, the room, even the elevator.

What was this woman smoking??

Fuck, did he get picked up by a druggie??

Once exiting out of the elevator, she made her way to what he assumed was her apartment. She grabbed the doorknob with her tail.

“Excuse us, Oakly. We’re just passing through.”

Entering inside the house, she took him straight to the couch. Gently sitting him down.

“Okay, so, my name’s Micole. I already called my brother. He'll be here with his boyfriend to fix you up. Since you're staying here. That-” She gestures to him, “-look is going bye-bye. Here's a book of remodel designs you can pick from.”

He blinked at her as she sat a book next to him.

“Remodel?” 

Micole nodded.

“I run a gothic cafe. Plus your parts are completely tarnished. Buttons can help you get settled in.” 

“Buttons?”

Who the hell was Buttons?? 

“Buttons!” She called out. “I need you to come to Larry!” 

“Larry? Who's Larry?”  

“The living room.” She responded, then patted the sofa’s arm. “That's Peter the sofa. Make sure you thank him for letting you sit on him when you get up.” 

Robo-Fizz stared at her. Was… was this bitch high?? She had to be! Who named all of her stuff? That was just insane! A moment later another robo-fizz entered the room. The former Loo-Loo Land android blinked at the other. He wasn’t designed like a traditional Fizzbot. Instead he had… Ears? Bat ears. And a pale lavender see-through fabric with silver stars were attached to his wrists to his sides. He had light purple eyes with blue pupils.

He even had fangs!

But why a bat???

Why would she go for a bat than to go for a traditional look of a robo-Fizz?  

“Yes Micole?” The Android, Buttons, asked. 

She motioned towards Robo-Fizz.

“Buttons, this is your new…uh… brother…. From Loo-Loo Land in Greed. Make him feel welcomed and show him the ropes.” 

Buttons gave a happy gasp.

“Oh a new brother! Oh exciting!”  

She hummed, not as enthused like her own robot.

“ ....sure. Fizz will be here later with Asmodeus. I'm heading down to work in the cafe.”

Wait… Fizz and Asmodeus?? The Fizzarolli and Asmodues??? They were coming here??? Wait… She knew them??? Oh shit!

Buttons gave a salute.

“You can count on me to take care of him!” 

“Good.” She turned to Robo-Fizz, “Welcome uh... Home I guess.”

Without another word, she headed out the door. Once again telling… Oakly that she was just passing through. He frowned unsurely, glancing at the other robo in the room. 

Buttons gave him a kind smile.

“You're gonna love it here!” 

Robo-Fizz wasn’t so sure. A bat Robo-Fizz? A woman that talked to inanimate objects? Knowing that the Fizzarolli, who they were designed off of and the owner of Big Oz’s factory, Asmodues were coming???

Where the fuck did I just end up at?

Micole sighed as she pulled out all the jars of bones and organs that were in her car. She didn’t use her car much. It wasn’t that she was a bad driver or anything. It was just that a majority of time she forgot she had a car.

She patted the hood of it.

“Thanks again Corpsina Meurta.”

Beep-Beep!

She chuckled, carrying her morbid overhaul. It took her a couple of trips to bring all the jars in. Hearts, eyeballs, brains, lungs… everything she needed for her dark and twisted rituals to keep the land of Hell fed.

Not many people realized that such a vast and dark dimension needed to be fed. But the resources just didn’t come naturally. Heaven may like to pretend Hell is a demented place with no good inside of it, but they were so wrong.

Like Yin and Yang, where there is light in darkness there is darkness in light.

A balance that the impubus knew all too well.

She didn’t know much about Loo-Loo Land. Other than it being a cheap but expensive knock-off of Lu-Lu World. She never kept up with the place. Only knowing that it had burned down last year.

After bringing in the last jar, she placed it on the shelf.

“Okay that should be good.”

She patted the shelf and jars.

“Thanks for holding the gang, Sheldon. And thank you guys for holding the organs. These are very important for my rituals. I’ll see you guys later!”

With that she made her way back up to the main cafe.

She had closed it for that day since she had to take the trip down to Greed. It would be good for her to open it, but with the new Robo-Fizz….

She let out a sigh.

Personally, she didn’t want to bother with him.

But that would make her a bad host. So with great reluctance, she made her way back up to her apartment. She can open the cafe a little past midnight anyways. That’ll give her time to get the robo situated, for her brother to arrive to fix him and then to get the cafe ready.

Yea.

That’ll work.

As she started to drag herself towards her elevator, her phone went off. She groaned. She hated talking to people on the phone. She pulled it out to see… oh.

Fizzaroll.

She accepted the call, bringing it to her hear.

“‘Sup football face?”

“You home yet?”

“Yea, I’m home.” She leaned against the wall. “What’s up?”

“I told Ozzie about it. He said he’ll bring his tool bag. Though if the damage is as bad as you said, we might have to bring him straight to the factory.”

“Okay. I’ll let him know.”

“Great. So… Loo-Loo Land huh?”

“Yep. Saw him sitting out on the road, like I said.”

“Damn.”

“Is that the only reason you called me?”

“Pretty much. Oh! When do you want to have our next sleepover? Ozzie has this thing and I need some time away from the tower. I can bring the babies!”

She chuckled.

“How about after you get the robot fixed? I got some gross new food combos I found online we can try.”

“Oh you evil bitch. Fuck yes! I’m gonna win like I did last time!”

“The fuck you ain’t!”

“Oh I so will.”

“Yea right. Oh, enjoying your new life not being under Mammon?”

“Fuck yea! I can’t believe it took me this long to get out.”

“I told you you should’ve quit sooner! You’re such a people-pleaser.”

“I know, I know. Just… it wasn’t easy. And Mammon…. He was like a dad to me.”

“A shitty dad.”

“Yea. Yea I know.”

“We can talk more about that later. How soon are you  guys gonna get here?”

“I say about an hour or so.”

“Alright. He’s up resting on my couch right now. I’ll see ya later.”

“Later.”

She hung up, making her way back up to her apartment. She better prepare the new robot for when Fizz and Asmodeus arrived.

Buttons watched patiently as the new robo looked through the book. He looked a little anxious, not that he could blame him. Behind abandoned then brought to a new place was scary. Especially when your programming was for a former location.

With it gone, finding a new purpose was very daunting.

“So what do you think?”

Robo-Fizz frowned, staring at the pictures in the book.

“ They're... okay designs....” He wasn’t really up for small talk. But Buttons was the only one that could possibly help him navigate his new life. He glanced up at him. “ ...So what's with the bat look?”  

Buttons giggled.

“Oh, originally I looked just like a regular Robo-Fizz model. Blue and black outfit with some purple in it.. But Micole never liked it. Especially when Fizzarolli is her brother.”  

Robo-Fizz gawked at him.

“Really?”

The other android nodded, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Yea… she says it's creepy to have a robo that looks like her brother around.”

Oh that… That actually made some sense. It was weird to imagine the original Fizzarolli with a family. But it would make sense. He wasn’t a robot. He was an imp. He had a mother. He had a father. And he had a sister.

A sister…

That took him in.

So to see hundreds, up on thousands of robots that looked like her brother must be unsettling. Especially when they were designed to be fucked mostly.

It was probably enough to turn any relative’s stomach. Knowing that they were made as some cheap-way to have sex with the famous jester.

“I.... I guess I can understand that logic…” 

Buttons sat next to him, timidly picking at the fringes of on of the throw pillows.

“Yea... She wasn't the nicest to me at first. But over time, she got better! We did a previous remodel on me to where I looked more like a cat... but I didn't like it.” He placed a hand on the book with a wistful expression. “Then she made this book for me to look through it. I found the picture of a bat and I loved it! They were so cute and fuzzy. So I decided to be remodel in that likeness.”

Robo-Fizz’s brows furrowed.

“ ....She's not wanting me to pick a bat... right?” 

The bat-like robot let out a laugh.

“Oh no! You pick whatever redesign feels right for you. Cat, dog, hell you can be a unicorn and I’m sure she won’t question it.” 

Robo-Fizz hummed, looking back through the book. To be honest, none of the designs appealed to him. He liked his old look. But… Fizzarolli’s sister was now his new owner. So whatever she wanted, he had to do. He glanced at his shoulder pads.

He didn’t really want to forget his past….

“ ....I'd really like to keep my shoulder pads.” 

“I'm sure she can find a way to incorporate them into your new look.” 

“I guess....” 

“Oh! And she'll give you a new name. Is there a name that you'd like?”

A new name? Robo-Fizz did his best not to let frustration build inside him. He didn’t want a new name! Ugh this was complete bullshit. Back at Loo-Loo Land, he had no use for a different name. He was Robo-Fizz!

But…

With Fizzarolli as his new owner’s sister and Buttons here….

Going by Robo-Fizzarolli wasn’t really an option anymore.

He peered over at his comedy mask shoulder pad. He can’t be Robo-Fizz anymore… but maybe he can be named something that helped tied in with his roots in his main programing of singing and comedy.

“ Socks. I'd... like to go with Socks.”

Buttons gave him a warm smile. Placing a hand on his good one. 

“Oh that's a very nice name. I'll let Micole know.” He stood up. “Do you need anything? Maybe I can get you a Robo-Fizz Delight? It's a Death After Coffee specialty!

Robo-Fizz, now officially Socks, gave an uneasy nod.

“Uh... sure.”  

Buttons grinned, heading towards the door…. Oakly.

“Great! I'll be back in a jiff!” 

Socks frowned as he looked back through the book. It’s only been a couple of hours and so much was expected of him.

A new name. a new look…

A knot twisted in non-existant stomach as a thought crossed his hardware.

“ ....what if I don't want to change...?”