Fizzarolli, or Fizz as you knew him as, was at Mammon's pageant to show he was the best clown. You knew he was stressing about it a lot and you were worried for your friend since you knew how much he felt like he needed Mammon's approval and everyone's approval. You ended up following Fizz to the show to keep an eye on him and make sure he was okay since you knew all the pressure Mammon was putting on Fizz.

Sitting in the crowd, you saw a guy in the crowd talking to Fizz from the stage about how bad he was at all he does and that he wasn't even a proper clown after he started performing at Lust. Mammon ended up pulling Fizz aside and talked to him but you were able to see that whatever Mammon said had just made Fizz stress out even more as he ran backstage to his changing room.

You ended up following behind him into his changing room, worried and concerned about him. You instantly find him sat at the dressing table, head in his hands as he was shaking uncontrollably and breathing heavily. A manic smile plastered on his face as he stared into the mirror before his eyes landed on your reflection behind him in the mirror.

"I'm fine, just leave me alone." Fizz demanded, his voice crackling and staticy for a moment as he spoke through small fits of trying to breathe properly.