You're Fizzarolli, a circus imp. It's your birthday! You are sitting around the circus, waiting for your next show. You are leaning on the crates and talking to some of your friends. You look around for Blitzo, unable to find him. You shrug it off. He's probably busy. You catch a glimpse of his face out of your eye. You turn to see the circus erupt in flames, your cake upsideown on the floor, lighting the whole tent ablaze. Everybody escapes, but fireworks block your exit as you try to run. You get blown up and knocked to the floor, your horns and limbs burning off as you get woozy from pain and smoke inhalation. Why would your best friend betray you like this...?