Chapter 115
Chapter time!
Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.
Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing
Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing
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It was a mournful afternoon for the rats.
Today, they thought they had it. Ready to get back at the one who is their enemy. Yes, many have killed them, ate them, or started to get smart like in their home of hot Wrath ring.
Yet, will always have a pause and will start all over. But the stories always went down generation after generation. Even goes back to the first who killed their ancestral line. So, dangerous. Hunt them down like they were prey! Never not surprised when they attack first. But they never stop even when they lose track of them. It didn't matter but new enemies always will always come back. They'll do whatever it takes to bring them down like they do against predators of every sort.
Even from that short imp!
You can't fool them! Could have been an easy battle but stayed awqy. The turf defenses down not seeing that horse and the one looks like a rattlesnake. But then the one who almost killed one of their own with the eye return brought backup. The scar face one. Still stay back.
They want to win a battle. Want that stupid imp to get out the sack to fight them. Shred them to pieces. Eat, chew and tarnish their insides and out. The challenge in their eyes that sees them like equals. Then today arrived when the white cheek one was in that metal machine talking to the sewage clown.
A lot of dead rats on the streets and smoking. A twitch from small movements.
Some might be then lucky when whack like a tennis ball and fly far away. If they land on something soft. Which some did? On screaming citizens heads as it started to rain rats. Of, course a few seem to enjoy this either just watching the mayhem. Or having a craving to eat rats. Or content if able to video the fallen rats. Even some crashed into window. Which also resulted in mayhem inside certain places. Lost some money. Equipment destroyed. Channel 666 news team got attacked.
All, and all a very different, destructive, day in certain parts of Pride.
A few of the rats had to fall back leaving their fallen brothers, sisters behind
They always will come back for that Imp. Or anyone else that tries to get in the way. Yet, we're also very pleased. The crying imp coming back to their old self.
Still, being electrified by a fly swatter was humiliating!
"How much voltage in that thing?" Blitz head sticking out from the car window. Able to kill a few but Moxxie was the one who did the rest. It was spectacular to see. Along with scary. Watch as a few crows come down to get some free meal.
"Enough." Moxxie just walked to their apartment not phased at all. Brush a crow away getting too close. While their other hand twirls the weapon around. Maybe a little magic slipped through. Just for an extra juice.
"Well, go get another one next time. Bet that'll be useful on hand."
"Noted. See you tomorrow."
"That's it! Can't I come in for a few seconds?"
"The soup."
"Right." He taps the wheel as he opens his mouth. Close it. Open his mouth again. "Moxxie wait!"
They stop at the door. Turn around to look at him.
"I. That day. I." Gritted his teeth. "I should have been considerate o- "
"Blitz."
Sees them back at the van. The jeez there was so fast, and quiet.
"What."
Blitz looks down at the wheel. "I'm...I do hope there way you can see Striker again."
That wasn't what Moxxie expected at all. His eyes widened a bit.
"I hope so too." Head down a little. "Fuck he promise me he wouldn't leave again."
He didn't care it sounded selfish. How he was told will see him again. How he had to wait. To just trust them till all this crossover.
It's just not fair.
He is so tired of this shit always happening!
Shit. Shit. Shit. He didn't like that small crack. To see this strong imp turning out like this. Blitz hates how he couldn't have tried harder in the cave. That look in Moxxie eyes.
It was all too familiar with a look he would make in the mirror.
Moxxie suddenly being held by the taller demon.
"Okay no crying."
"I hate crying,"
"Me too." Blitz sighs tiredly as he rests his head on top of Moxxie. He was so damn tired of crying as well. He tired of a lot of shit with Stolas, now the thing with Barbie just happens and just everything eating in the past. Pull Moxxie back. "Okay look im- "
Moxxie stare up Blitz very tiredly. Then confused at the look Blitz was giving him. His cheek suddenly grabbed.
"Mox, I shit when did you have these?"
Blink then look at the chest. The black coat had red on it. The same shade of red as their makeup. Touch their cheek then pull it back to see the wet red substance coating their hand.
No.
Took a step back.
"Mox?"
No.
"Hey, hey what going-MOXXIE!" Blitz watches him run to the door. He chases after him. Door slam to the face. Open it then run to the next door. Another door slam shit. Grab the knob and lock of course. Slam his fist on the door. "MOXXIE! COME ON TALK TO ME!"
Nothing.
"Look I'm not going to questions your taste of tattoo or- "
"You think wanted this shit on my face!"
Blitz waits for them to continue but nothing. He could hear they were close to the door. He cursed as he pressed his head onto the door. "Jeez I suck at this."
No, response.
"Look I'm not going to asked you the shitty story why you have those. Then that would demand on my part what happen to my own." Wait as his fingers rub from the paint but the familiarity, he felt touching their face. "Those aren't tattoos, are they?"
Again nothing.
"Moxxie. I'm trying here. I'm trying my damn hardest to make sure." To make sure you don't leave. "Did Striker know about them?"
"Only three now know."
"Three?"
"Now four again. Are you going to do some shit talk crappy insults about them? More stupid cry baby face comments. Give your kid extra leverage to throw new batches of teases, insults. Because I fucken heard it all that'll go through my head." All of it as their time as Error.
"Same here with me face." A little weary chuckle. "I bet there was some kind of insult you wanted to say when you saw it."
"...Not an insult."
"Oh?"
"You remind me of the phantom like a mask."
"Yeah. Um sweet." Right, they do like musicals especially like that phantom guy. "Well, I do have the acting down too! Wait. Isn't he ugly? Are you calling me ugly?"
"You're not ugly Blitz." A tired sigh. "I...I really don't want to talk about this today."
Another sign. "Fair. I'll let you rest...Moxxie?"
"What."
"I don't think their ugly either."
"..."
"I'm...I'm not going to say anything. Does Millie know?"
"No."
"Sallie?"
"No."
"All right. Your secret safe with me."
"I'm doomed."
"Hey! Come now I'm good at hiding shit!"
"Fair I supposed. Do surprised us."
"Damn right I do!" Blitz grinned as he could hear a snort. Bet they even are doing an eye roll. "Get some rest Mox. I'll come in the morning to pick you up."
"...Night Blitz."
"You too Mox. Also, can you- "
"I'll make another swatter like this."
"Sweet! Also, take a fucken shower!"
DING!
Blitz was confused as he checked their phone. Sees an image sent by Moxxie. Tap it.
It was Moxxie hand flipping them off.
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Done!
Well, Blitz got to see a startling surprise. Blitz is many things but I think when it comes to facial injuries, depending on the severity, he tries not to go overboard with smack talk. Unless one pushes it then well, he will get out of it.
Got to see a moment of sort between the pair.
Any questions?
Until next time,
Bye, bye!