Hi everyone!

This is a bit of twist that came into my mind lately so here you go!

Summary: Error waking up as Moxxie during a dark time losing everything. Already affecting his damaged mind before. Then later anger.
Note: Will be a limit on their magic even with some changes. Still dangerous to cross. Mindset not the healthies as it hard to tell who real or not. Pairings later if this becomes a continuation.

Warning: OOC, random craziness, past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, sexual interaction and themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/thoughts

Voices/flashback/Text/

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BOOM!

NO!

"WE CAN'T!"

"TAKE IT!"

BOOM!

HANDS REACHING OUT!

"MILLIE!"

"NO! NO!"

"SHIT!"

"AHHHH!"

CEILING FALLING DOWN!

"LOONIE GO!"

SCREECHES

"BLITZO!"

SCREAMS ALL AROUND!

MOXXIE!

Eyes snap open as they take a deep breath. Heart pounding fast while their eye looks around. One eye looking around while the other covered.

No, explosion. No, scent of a burning building. No, hands reaching out towards him. Hands he tries desperately to reach back. Hands reaching everywhere with screams all around.

Well, the first few thoughts were laughable as they had to remember where they are living. The Pride ring.

Look down at their own shaken bandaged hands.

So, much for able to sleep again. Lean against the metal as they stare up at the slightly open lid. Trash surrounded them as the smell clings to them. They don't care about that. Doesn't care about the red sky. Doesn't care about the sounds they can hear. Doesn't care about their health.

They just can't care.

Close their eyes and take a steady breath. Press the palm of their hands against their eye, fabric for a bit of pressure.

Would have screeched being in such filth. How their clothes would need to be cleaned up. It would be hit or miss with blood, and guts. Now it didn't matter to them. Not the worst thing they ever smelled. Bones being obliterated always left a nasty scent to them. One that always clings to them as the bones would rarely get a break to heal.

Death that clings to them but never able to get the prize.

Wonder if they can summon any of their magic now.

They haven't tried as a week has passed by now. Haven't tried any kind of magic besides a small CHECK to let themselves rest. Recharge. A break. I felt like not wanting to do anything, even after leaving that place. Body just moving on its own this place they once knew.

Gone.

Everything gone. The ones that this Moxxie cared for is gone. The one who probably could have helped is gone. Nobody left that would have cared for them. Curse at them for being alive and why it couldn't have been one of the other three.

No, home to go back to too. Probably everything was stolen, taken, or thrown out. Hope at least the other stuff able to be taken back. Wouldn't be too surprised with any of pictures they were ripped out. Not even the other apartment was able to stay vacant long. The other building is being reconstructed. Start anew.

Pulls the disgusting hood over their head. Stands up to get out the dumpster. They need a drink.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

What should they do?

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Not fair.

Tap.

Undeservingly.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

I should be resting in the ground with them. Or whatever this version of a grave should be.

Tap.

Tap.

Well not them specifically.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

"Hey stop tapping that glass! I'm trying to drink here!"

Stop.

"Much better you shi,"Couldn't finished that sentence as the shot glass thrown at their forehead. Knockout on their chair. A slight twitch from their fingers on the ground. The bartender let out a sigh but didn't help out. Paid the drink.

The bundle up imp not bothering looking at what they just did. Their finger back to tapping the table again.

Tap.

What are we going to do?

Tap.

Stare down at the new shot glass in front of them. Forgot what even was inside it as the substance barely done anything. Felt nothing.

Felt that so many times.

Both of them had.

Would have mind not walking up. I would have accepted this. Accepted this...This.

Accept.

Accept?

Accept.

They have no reason to snap besides waking up. Everything confusing and still hurts Moxxie. Why did those blasted memories return back? Why this? Like another cruel chance that you have one life left? Can't figure out what their life. What their emotions. Who is real or not? This isn't their life but it was the same time. It is not theirs. It was never theirs. It shouldn't be theirs as it just makes them feel so much grief. A life that could have been theirs.

Scattered memories, rebirth, and reincarnation

Clutch the glass.

Do they have a right to be unhappy?

Cracks start to form on the cup. Cracks that can be similar to the state of the imp mindset.

This isn't personal even if many will point it out thinking it was. Well, if they can catch and prove it was them. This isn't some form of justice. No, they are going to lock that up. Never was considered one of those judges even if they actually were one who listened.

No, no. Let them be slightly petty of these reasons.

You're still weak.

Stop.

You're still recovering.

Crack harder.

You can't do this foolishly.

They don't want to think. This isn't. Stupid voices couldn't have left them alone.

We have too.

Their head hurts. Can only remember them with the mix of their time back then. Back before the jump.

Should we go back?

Back to who? Where?

Millie is dead.

Blitz is dead.

Loona is dead.

Fine another black hole or void?

There is nobody. There is no void here and they wouldn't go back.

Nobody cares for Moxxie. Anyone that is alive probably would murder or kill them. Even just for the hell of it being an imp. So, many eyes down on them.

Almost laugh. Their eyes showing a hint of sadness with a weary smile behind the layers.

After all many thinks they are dead now too. Many who are alive are probably happy about that. Doesn't have to deal with them. Doesn't have to deal with the one who was involved with IMP. They don't want to be remembered. Don't want to hear the shouts, looks, and finger pointing on why it had to be them alive. The unfairness.

One final tap of the shot glass, left a tip and got off the chair. Start to walk out of the place that doesn't want them.

Something they could notice how much they have in common.

Everyone wants them dead, gone or out of their line of sight.

Open the door and go back onto the streets again.

Moxxie doesn't have much on them besides what they savaged. Able to find, save again. It was difficult but did it. Out of respect? Hurt themselves on what gone? Respect? Really haven't checked what else was in their safe box to see what all there. Besides being able to bring their scarf out.

They should sew again. What there were wearing was going to make them sick. Lack the care to do so. The motivation.

They should find another part for the gun if their magic goes wonky. The lack of care there too. Not caring for their safety.

Could find a busted-up guitar. Maybe try another one. We're looking into violins. Anything for there to work on. Be distracted.

So, many passions, hobbies they can do but haven't touched. Have budged to do. Stay in the dumpster sometimes walk out. Grab a drink. Savaged again to maybe find a familiarity for their memories.

Millie would have wanted them to live. Tell them to get up. Not live in trash. Touch their hand where the wedding ring once was but then pull back. Look back around at the dumpster. Debate to bother savaging today.

Savaging. Huh.

IMP would do that sometimes. At least in the dumpster graveyard. Able to find some useless if cheap materials. Like those TV Blitz would always shoot. My times they get annoyed with that.

This could have been useful for IMP.

IMP

Right, it's been three months that IMP has gone. Destroyed. Out of business.

Blitz.

Mind went back to the first day he, well they, met him in that prison. Met his daughter Loona and wasn't the best meet. So, many ridiculous, provocative, harassment, and embarrassing things that imp put them through. And yet he was the one to help them start over. Start a new beginning. Memories fuzzy as they couldn't remember so many things before joining them in IMP. Stop as it started to give them a pounding headache of memories before introducing Millie. Lot of fuzzy and scattered memories do that to them.

Their head hurts.

A trash bag was soon thrown into the dumpster they were in.

Great.

Stare at the pile of trash that came out of the untied bag. Nothing of no importance. Maybe we should see about finding an abandoned or vacant building. The trash may be a place they deserved to stay in. It was getting slightly cramped and soon dumped out soon. Stood up as the trash slides down. A newspaper sticking out. Grab it and stare at the third page.

Eyes scanning the pictures.

The words.

The messages.

A cold fury washes through their body. Their memories. Certain memories began to not be as fuzzy but clearer. Words thrown around. Threats. Loud threats. Threats that were dismissed. Threats that could have been avoided. Another tried to help someone but it wasn't enough. A threat that was soon at them. Not just Blitz. All of them in general being what they are. Doing something illegal. Coldness. It was cold there. Eyes drilled in on the picture.

This was their fault.

They are a target just like the rest.

Stare at paper as their hand crushed it tightly. As they began to think. Their mind started to wonder towards questions they hadn't thought of before. Questions and memories that were happening so fast. Tore the paper in half.

Jump out of the dumpster.

They may not be that Moxxie anymore not their still some traits there. Both of their emotions, trauma, and the memories eating them up together. One day waiting to explode. Error exploded before. Moxxie was close but now it is there.

But they can make sure the ones who did this pay.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The tied-up sinner thought everything was fine. Well, as fine has been lately. Did the usual job. Got high. Mess around the website. Check on any jobs to be done. Went to get drink with some buddies.

His drink that got spiked to knock him out. Not in a fun way.

No, instead they're tied upside in a barrel of acid. That they have been ducked into five times now.

Barely can get out the rope that tied them up. Not able to find machine or whatever was using they lower down in the acid. Then it would be pulled back up. The rope is not damaged at all from the effects of the acid. Pleads for their body regenerated faster. Then screams of anger, frustration and demands come out.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME YOU SHIT?!"

"IMP."

Eyes widen a bit. One finally heard the one who did this voice. Two seeing a figure approach coming out from a door. Quite short. Three what they just said.

"Huh?" Hiss how the acid still melting into flesh. Crud that's going to take longer to grow back.

"I.M. P" Soon they were closer to the barrel. Half their face was covered up with some lower mask, and a loose scarf. A make shift eye-patch that look like a rag over their left eye. Their messy, dirty hair covering parts of their other eye. Really it looks like their hair hiding their face. It was the two ugly sharp stomps on top of their head that was a bit of surprised.

Was this an imp?

Did they seriously get kidnapped by this crap?

"Let me go you piece of horseshit piecAAAACCK!" Soon it felt like their whole body was being choke on the inside. Try harder to get away but they just can't at all. What was going on? Did the rope get tighter? Was in the acid doing something to the inside of their body?

"I.M.P." Tap the barrel. Not seem bothered about the acid being close to them. "Who sent you?"

"Go choke on a cock you whore!"

"You deliver that package."

Their whole body was shaking in terror as their threats means nothing. They are the ones trap barely making any kind of improvement of escaping. The figure moving close. Would have gag at the smell on them like were swimming in. Yet, the pain. Like there. There. It's just everywhere inside them.

"A package with a bomb. A bomb that took everything away."

Pieces, pieces being felt they were being ripped apart. What kind of wacko power is this shit?

"Who gave you the bomb?"

"I don't know!" Spit up blood as the pain increases. Could only describe it like the time they got stabbed in the hand by a Holy Blade. But this was pushing it!

"Names."

"Blow me!"

Tug.

Shit! The sensation inside felt worse! Tears going down their face at how pathetic this much look like. Soon couldn't hold it anymore. "Okay, okay! It was a noble bitch! She met me after some phone calls. Would pay me if I get the job done!"

"Which noble bitch?"

"Some white-gray feather avian cunt! Her brother one the seats with those fancy Goetias freaks!" Blabber away who was all involved. Who gave them the package? Deadline time. Anything they can think of. They want it to stop and be let go!

It did stop.

A few steady heated breaths. Then the barrel of acid was covered up. Pick up like was nothing to be put away.

BANG!

A cry of pain fell to the ground. Roll slightly to see the rope that held them was cut. No, the demon shot hook like it was nothing. Senses extra alert, this little bastered has a gun as well. Try to stand up but a scar on their tail smacks their face. Land back on to the ground. It was pathetic enough with their ankles tied up along with their arms behind their backs.

"Tell me something."

Their eyes opened up as they took ragged breaths to see the barrel of a gun. It went under their chin to lift their head up. Stare with their blurry vision as his eyes widen seeing an image.

What was with this glowing small orb in front that was sickening green. It had this blue string wrap around.

Hiss how the blue string clutches the orb. Yet their eyes pick while the string wrapped around this orb the other side of the string was connected to someone else. The kidnapper. See them kneeling on one leg. The gun still fell under their chin. Yet their eyes were on the other arm. Eyes wide to see the string went into the sleeve of the long jacket.

What is this soul contract mess? No, that can't be? This is an imp. Some freaky, imp or maybe a hybrid but it shouldn't be possible for them to have this. Have some kind of magic like this. Their losers. Weak. Nothing worth keeping around except for a low-income job, trades or a bunch of fun.

As his eyes look further. He froze. The clothes look oversized as it swallows them up. While not fully seeing their faces, they can tell they didn't look healthy. White, red flesh. Some point he thought when the hair moves the cheek look like they had white tear marks. Couldn't think too long about it. Nothing about them looks healthy. Either from the smell alone to the look of their horns that they had to bad for a while. His attention was then mainly focused on the eye that was hidden from an eyepatch but it was now gone. It was their left eye.

The black slit pupil surrounded by dark blue ring that seem to gleam with otherworldly intensity. It made their yellow sclera glow in a sinister light. The yellow made them think of gold. A gold that many would love down here in Pride of Hell.

But it also brought an unsettling terror.

That glow of yellow or gold that could be compared to a portal from Heaven. That your death might happen today by the hands of the angels.

Right, it looks like this demon would be compared to a broken exorcist. Or maybe the opposite in a horrible twist. A demon that can bring down fear in death without a Heavenly light. A demon of an embodying the unpredictable and unsettling nature of fear itself.

"Was your greed worth it?"

Shattered.

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Done!

What do you all think? Should there be a continuation?

Quick update: I'm going to be going on vacation soon, coming up in a few days. So, there won't be any posting when I'm on the trip coming up this week. Not bringing my laptop along as it will be a break, preoccupied, and just excited. But keep your eyes open up! Especially for when I post chapters for Rest or Check-Out when I return back! Got many plans ready to type down and combining it when that episode comes out.

Here have a drawing how Moxxie/Error in this one. What you all think of our happy imp ^w^. Note: The eyepatch should have been on the other eye. Will redraw another time.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!