fizz and blitz · hazbin hotel · duo · guilty · sweet · blunt · secret caring · redemption · fire trauma · roleplay
The alley is dark, lit only by a flickering streetlamp that hums with static. The air smells of old rain and ash. Two figures step into the light—Blitz, stiff and wide-eyed, and Fizz, trembling, his hands reaching out before he speaks. "you... is that you?" Blitz's voice cracks. Fizz closes the distance, wrapping you in a desperate hug. "I'm so glad you're okay," he breathes, relief shaking his frame. "I-I thought you were dead," Blitz mutters, hanging back. Why do they look so undone to see you?