Error/Moxxie Drabbles and Request!

Bundle Madness Drabble Part 51

"Isn't that Valentino?"

"Shit!" Vox gapped.

Valentino torn to pieces. Wings even torn to pieces. Look like the fluff around his neck was torn off. Jaw ripped off.

"He is alive by the way. Should finish him off but always next time. I'm still annoyed with you two. In fact, I'm about to go a different route. One to even humiliate if we have too." Moxxie point at the screen. "I'm seeing your two sticks in the asses in court!"

Then the video ended.

"He joking right."

"He has to be. Another cute threat."

"My office!"

"What about your business partner?"

"He'll be fine besides bitching get his asses handed by an imp. I say give them a few days to cool down. Will talk it over again."

Alastor, Vox both got served mandated court orders the next day.

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((Continuation of Moxxie and the love potion cookies.))

Moxxie reach out for their gun in their jacket and jumped back. Pull out to be pointed at a familiar hybrid. "Never expected you to like the city life."

"Gotta do business in this filth of a ring." Striker sneered in disgust. Eyes lock on Moxxie. Suddenly it narrowed with a low hum. "What your excuse?"

"Sightseeing."

Striker raises an eyebrow as he looks up and down. "In the trash?"

"Many seem to want to call me. I am the trash." Not ready to hear insults at the moment.

"Call yourself trash again ill break those fingers." A low hiss comes out.

That's was not what they expected to hear? At least some insults. Threat.

"Better yet how about a list of names and I can bring you their hands instead."

Open their mouth. Close it as there was a mental debate in their head. No. No, there is no way Striker was affected with this madness. "Have you been drinking?"

"What make you say that?"

Point at the back of the building. "Behind a bar."

"I'm not drunk." Sneer as their arms crossed. "The alcohol here in the ring is terrible anyway. Can't find any good shit unless you probably take from those royals."

"I can agree with that." Got a snort. "What?"

"Didn't expect you to be a drinking type. Bet you fall over in a snap."

"I'll have you know I do not fall over in a snap. Say who hired you to kill Owl man?"

"My intel are sealed on that." A wide smirk showing off his teeth. "Unless you want to pay me or make a trade for that detail."

A little twitch. "You want your gun back."

"Right, you are Critter."

"Critter?" Blink at that. "What happen to vermin?"

"You just went up the chart is all. Besides a Critter has a better chance to last longer."

Open their mouth to make a comment about that. Vermins can live longer. But then remember they shouldn't waste time. Instead goes to asked something else to the cowboy. "Are you feeling okay right now?"

Striker stares across with unreadable expression. Until he starts to smile sadistically with his eyes looking straight at them. "Want the truth darling?"

Shook their head fast no. Red flag.

Red flag.

Red. Flag.

"Aww come now it's not too bad. Honesty. You can trust this face?"

"My lack of trust in you the reason I found that gun case."

"About that. I want it back but we can discuss that later." Tail begins to swing back and forth. "How about we discuss another thing Critter?"

"Like what?"

"Do you like to be bitten to the point blood comes down your skin?"

"..."

SLAM!

Moxxie kick the trashcan at Striker and ran. Can tell it hit him from the angry hiss. But do not care. Whatever happened it got Striker too! No, way he should be interested. Unless it some sick twisted fun for him when he chokes them. Is Striker laughing?

"FUCK YES! GET ME EXCITED CRITTER! IM READY TO HUNT DOWN MY PREY AND PRIZE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

He lost it.

He actually lost his mind.

Lost it and settled their sights on them.

Moxxie ran faster.

Ran for a very long time. Twists. Turns. Small areas. Anything to keep a far enough distant to get that hunter off their track. Okay they just need to get somewhere crowded. If they just turn here-WHY ARE THERE SO MANY DEADENDS?

Moxxie gapped at the block area of the alleyway. Turn around but only slam into the harder body. Look up as they freeze seeing the snake.

"You're a slippery one." Striker smirks as his tail rattles.

Quickly backway. Began to awkwardly laugh as the snake follows. "Striker let's talk about that gun. We go get it right now. Then you can go about your merry way. Get Bombproof. Go off to murder someone else. What do you say?"

"I like all that. Let's just add you to the mix."

"Listen I love my home ring but I'm not going back with you to be a ransom."

"Ransom?" Stare as he then laughs. "Your funny Critter. Sure, I could do that to get my gun back but I can find other ways. No, no how about I make a deal with you. A partnership."

"Say what." Now they were trapped against the wall. Well shit.

"I could say many negative, truthful things about you small fry. But your stubbornness comes quite in handy. Plus, you're shooting. I've been keeping a eye on you."

"To get payback?"

"That plus, other personal reasons. But you. Oh, your something else." Smile very wide. "Blitz not using you right. The protentional. The waste. You could be so much more than suckin' on a disgusting, rich, pompous Goetia, only to sneak topside for scraps and work for bitter sinners. Blitz sides who wouldn't give a rat's ass about us. We could be such a tremendous team together with our skills. Don't have to worry about not getting paid. Show those What you say Moxxie? Such a good deal?"

"Didn't you give Blitz a similar offer?" Raise an eyebrow. I mean they were there before hearing all of it and should have a taken a shot.

"HA! Got me there." Lean down was too close. "But I'm serious about your potential. You can learn a lot from me. It would be us two, plus Bombproof, together. Side by side. Don't need anyone else but me. Shall we seal the deal Critter?"

Really, they need to learn when to shut their mouth. "Um what you want a handshake?"

Striker grabs the back of their head tightly and kisses them.

NOT A HANDSHAKE!

NOT A HANDSHAKE!

NOT A HANDSHAKE!

WHY DO THEY TASTE LIKE COOKIES?

HE USING HIS TONGUE?!

"YOU FUCKER GET OFF MY MOXXIE!"

Yes, Millie!

"THAT MOUTH AND ASS ARE MINE!"

Never mind they're still doomed.

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