@Relight Charge  
I meant that I see the dude everyday and he doesn’t have that same effect on me anymore. I’ve had Fizzle as a tulpa for over 3 years now. He sometimes doesn’t like the porno of him that we run into, but he always tells me:  
“It doesn’t matter Anon…if that’s what they like about Fizzle it’s fine with me then really, so long as it makes someone happy”  
Then he cheesily grins at me lol

@Background Pony #3D9C  
Can’t deny that XD Honestly if I was more talented I’d be making Fizzle stuff myself rather than commissioning, maybe someday.

@Relight Charge  
Thanks.

You guys just refuse to let fizzle die huh? It’s been over 3 years lol

Huh, I wasn’t expecting this to end up on here. Ah well. Interesting little story you put on there though red!

@Napsack  
Will do.

@red45671  
Make sure to tell me when you finish. I know I’m going to want to read that.

@Napsack  
@SFSLovenought  
Thank you. I’m working on a story myself that involves Fizzle. I don’t know when I’ll complete it, though.

@red45671  
Pretty good

@red45671  
Cute, is what it was.

Fizzle rocked side to side on his stool as he traced the rim of his drinking glass with his finger. He must have had five drinks by now, and yet his thoughts about what happened earlier still remained. Earlier today, Fizzle had confessed to Garble, his crush, about his feelings for him. Even though Garble didn’t mind Fizzle being gay, he couldn’t love Fizzle as much as Fizzle did for him. Fizzle was downright devastated by this fact, which resulted in him being at the bar in the first place.
 
“Oh, Garble,” Fizzle moaned sorrowfully. “If only you could understand the pain you caused me.” He took a sip of his drink to which had no effect on him, just like the previous four. It was unknown if Garble’s rejection was more heartbreaking than Fizzle thought, or if Fizzle was immune to the alcoholic drink. Either way, Fizzle was going to be at the bar as long as his thoughts stayed with him.
 
“Everything alright, buddy?” A voice snapped Fizzle out of his fantasy. He turned to see a black-scaled dragon with white hair sitting beside him. The dragon must have been around Fizzle’s age.
 
“I…I’m fine,” Fizzle responded, but it was clear that the dragon wasn’t falling for it.
 
“Are you sure? You don’t look that ‘fine’ to me,” the dragon said, “and judging by the amount of drinks you’ve just had, I’m guessing that something happened to you that you want to forget.”
 
Fizzle sighed and turned to the ebony dragon.
 
“I had this crush on someone for a very long time. I could never stop thinking about them. However, when I decided to admit to my crush that I had feelings for them, they rejected me!” Fizzle slammed his fist with full power on the bar table, which only vibrated his glass and left an excruciating pain in his hand. Fizzle shook his hand a bit to remove the pain and took another sip of his drink with the other hand.
 
“Anyways,” Fizzle continued, “I decided to come here and drink my thoughts away since I’ve seen people do that in the movies. Sadly, my thoughts about my crush’s rejection is still stuck in my head no matter how many drinks I’ve had.” Fizzle sighed again. “I kinda wish that they knew how much I felt when they rejected me.”
 
“Well, they’ve certainly got a bad taste in dragons if they rejected you.” Fizzle nearly choked on his drink when he heard that.
 
“W-What?”
 
“Someone as cute as you should never be rejected by anyone.”
 
“But…um…I-I’m a guy.”
 
“Who said that you were a girl?”
 
Fizzle wondered if the black-scaled dragon was drunk, but the latter showed all signs of being sober.
 
“Well…heh,” Fizzle blushed, “that’s the first time anyone has complimented me, let alone called me cute.”
 
“There’s plenty more were that came from,” the dragon replied as he scooched closer to Fizzle. By now, Fizzle’s blushing became pinker than his spines. “Got any plans for the night?”
 
“Other than drinking until I forget about my rejection, I’m free. Dang it! I almost forgot about it!”
 
The ebony dragon chuckled a bit and leaned closer to Fizzle.
 
“Why don’t we show your crush what they have been missing out on,” He said with a sultry voice as he wrapped his arm around the white pink-headed dragon.
 
“H-HHere?!” Fizzle stuttered. “Bu-bu-but there are p-people here th-that could see us!”
 
The black dragon chuckled once more.
 
“I know a place where we can go in private,” he replied. “Come with me.”
 
“H-hold on!” Fizzle chugged down the rest of his drink and placed some coins on the bar. The black-scaled dragon grabbed Fizzle’s hand as the duo trotted out of the bar.
 
“What’s you name, by the way?” the dragon asked.
 
“F-Fizzle.”
 
“Cute name. Mine’s Relight.”
 
“Your name is cute, too.”
 
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How was that for a story?