Error/Moxxie Drabbles and Request!

What was that?

A version of their own fairness.

Another hum at the older imp relaxes as he listens to the instrument. Much better than those annoying voices and gladly say it to their non-bodies.

Moxxie better without them.

As the years go by.

"What the fuck was that Moxxie?" Blitz hissed as he looks ready to strangled Moxxie for making him loose the shot.

Now Blitz was lucky to see their former cellmate again. After all the little one owed him tremendously for getting them both out of jail. Which Moxxie would point out how they all most got them blow up?

Almost! Plus, they're alive and should be lucky. Less bitching! Along with their rested bitch face. Still, they should loosen up.

Of course, during the stay in prison, he did ask why they were locked up. Something, something lazy greed police just grab them near a bank and false blame. That Greed politics for you! Don't want to get on the bad side of the clown if they learn they got robbed. Worse if there is no one to blame. Still, wondering how lucky they were to keep their scarf. Lucky privileges. After one escape. Give them their number as they owe them as their skills in guns will be really great. That Moxxie denies.

Then it was pure luck a few years later to run into them as business started to well start. Sure, they still doing the assassin job here in Hell. But they had a plan. Just needed an extra employee. BAM! Recognize the scarf, the rested bitch face and glasses. Got their buddy that they get annoyed being called, to be part of IMP. Were they a socially, awkward nerd that should get a stick out of their ass. Or something else better inside. Still, not like being touched. Yes. But he saw something in them. Saw great potential using a gun. That shouldn't be ripped away. He was just what they needed in this business of their family.

Said business as they are on the job right now. Moxxie made him fuck up to not take a shot of the bitch!

"I. The kids- "

Blitz leans in to pokes Moxxie's head. Getting close to their personal space and not caring. "I don't know what the fuck going up in there! But get the fuck over yourself, you baby dick- "

What happened next Blitz couldn't describe. Like they were seeing something out of a dream. One minute shouting at the smaller imp. Eyes looking wide behind those glasses. Barely see their lower mouth from the scarf but see the freckles.

A figure snaps their head in their direction. This tall black bone skeleton to see a white pupil surrounded in red sclera. A cold intense look yet a hint of pity. Sorrow. Then hardness. Bright blue strings out their sleeves as they move getting to work. Far away from them but didn't feel far enough.

Screams all around.

Fighting.

In a snap vanish as a blue string comes right them. To dodge now.

Well, Blitz did dodge whatever that was. But didn't dodge the bullet from the crazy cannibal nut jobs inside. "AAAAAHHHHHH! A NEW HOLE! SCATTERED!"

Good news, the job was done. Got some cake. Replacing a new phone is not fun but hey that's why it extra. Arm in the sling not fun either. Everyone just enjoying the cake.

"Well, here's to another mission accomplished? And Moxxie finally learned not to fuck up."

Moxxie throws the party hat at Blitz that they put on their head. Not at all amused. Didn't bother to eat a piece of cake. Just wants to leave. Go home.

"Mox waits up!" Millie chases after them. A bit concerned for her employee.

"Is he okay?" Mayberry asked as she looked at Blitz, Loona.