[ Fleeing is probably the smartest thing Fizz has ever done in his life, or at least it would have been if that perfectly placed imp hadn't spoiled his escape. Like a shark having just smelled a drop of blood in the water, Mammon cranes his neck the second the sound of bells fills the air and grins. He would know that sound anywhere, one never forgets their meal ticket.

Imps who? He doesn't even bother shoving his way through the imp pile, instead opting to teleport to Fizz's location with an explosion of green and the proper fanfare. Before he can even rise to his feet, Mammon is picking him up and making a show of dusting him off like the fake, doting father that he is. To someone not in the know, it looks like he is a Good Samaritan helping some poor clumsy soul, but the clown should know better. Someone passing by even comments on how thoughtful he is for helping the boy back to his feet.

His features are already contorting to reveal his true intentions. ]

There he is! If I didn't know any better, I'd think ya were trying to run away, mate. You wouldn't run away, would you, Fizzie? Not after keepin' your fans waiting on my dime.

[ There it is: the sneer barely contained beneath the surface, his eyes flashing. ]

Where the fuck were you?