Error/Moxxie Drabbles and Request!

What was that?

"Fatass is fine. Just moody bitch." Loona goes for another bite.

"It's fine! Just a little rough messed up but they'll be fine." Blitz laughs but their mind went back to that image. Vision.

Couldn't understand it. One was very odd and random. Yet, there was a moment of this deep settled fear when the string came towards him. Like he needs to move or else it's over. It done.

String fast like a bullet.

Was his mind telling him to watch out? Why should he watch out? Watch out from someone like Moxxie? All right their skills in a gun are good. Rarely missed. But that was a job they were hired to do! A job! Doesn't he understand?

A job they didn't ask for.

Took a bite of their cake and grumbled. Not wanting to think about it. Already got to be ready for Stolas when he calls back. Damn thirsty owl. Maybe he might know what that shit was about he saw.

Striker hissed dangerously as he glared at Blitz. The boss man got him good in that surprised throw down. He was holding back. A trick Striker knows too well and should have thought about it. But no caught off guard being beaten up. He is better than this!

Better than both of them.

Better than that little imp holding the blessed weapon that was supposed to be aimed at Stolas. Now instead aim at him.

The little vermin weren't swayed by them at the beginning. Just ignore them. Look wanting to be away from all of them on the farm. Of, course a little one like them wouldn't last long here. May have had a bit fun with Blitz and Mildred folk teasing the imp. Even behind his back. Wouldn't budge in the slightest bug ignore them? Not even taking the bait to do something foolish. There was the pain game talk. Or wrestle the hog for dinner. Seem to only get a small reaction when he sang that song with the lines along 'Moxxie go fuck' yourself.

The glare and how they trembling was worth it.

Now why they were in his room he will not know. Besides snooping and uncovered the weapon. He didn't seem surprised, just annoyed at them. Then was being choke when he threw the little one around the room. Striker got to admit the little fella was a pain in the ass fighting back. It was a bit fun, made him wonder what tricks they were hiding. Instead at the end he started to choke them out. Had to end it soon to get to his job. Of, course being stabbed by Millie in the back was unexpected. The crazy bitch was lucky. Threw the two of them down in the cellar while he got to work.

He should have put a bullet in the little one thin leg.

Everything is a mess now!

Striker snarled as he looks at the pair. These weak-minded imps. One who basically protects that damn owl and slaps away his offer. The other was so weak looking and was the only help that came for Blitz. "I still think it's embarrassing. You're wasting' a lot of potential relyin' on a weak little- "

BANG!

Striker eyes widened. A close warning shot. Look over at Moxxie with a wide eye expression.

Moxxie eyes narrowed at him seriously. It was a different look than the usual bored annoyed look. The look of a trained assassin.

Then in a flash everything changes for Striker. Not sure what he was witnessing. If this was some magic trick.

Moxxie not in front with a gun but a taller demon. No, a skeleton just staring down at him with mixed-match eyes. A look of insanity as their mind seems to be has tattered. Along with pain. A deep pain, not sure it could ever be healed. The blue tear marks run down their faces look fresh. Like they just cried again. They began to grab their own cheeks. Boney yellow- red fingers scrap their bone cheeks. Until they pull out blue thread. Pulling and wondering if tears could be stuck to them like a web. Or just absorb inside the string to let the pain and sadness be used as a weapon. Their wide smile mouth open. No, sound but it had to be laughter.