Hi everyone!

This is one of my own that been floating in my head. All because of video on YouTube that made me laugh from DreadAnon.
Moxxie/Error getting themselves in situation they aren't please at the moment in another world.

Note: Don't take lore universe seriously as I don't want to hear it. It is a bit of mess plus timeframe. This is just for fun.

Enjoy!

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/Others speaking

Voices/flashback/Text

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Moxxie doesn't know who to blame. Really, they don't know.  So, many fingers to point at. Heck, they'll blame themselves if they have too. What they do know is they are finding a way back to their world. Even if it means finding another void to jump into and get back to Hell. 

When they just took one step into a portal and landed in a throne room. Dwarfs pointing weapons at them. Yeah, they were not please either.

It took a lot of convincing, aka being themselves and somehow didn't die, that there not here for trouble. Or kill. Or assassinated. Or some land domination. They just wanted to go home. Didn't help when asked what they are and just said demon. So, much anger around. Threats.

The only reason got spared with a private talk of all people was the King. Thorgrim. This very, very important dwarf. Lend a hand of sorts.

The old bastered would get along well with Medea.

Their thoughts on this world general if they were to be asked. This universe is a nutcase itself with all its own grimdark depression. Yes, broke their little rule to use the code but this was emergency. Wow didn't even get past chapter 1 and they went the speed route.

Any who during their study history session and interesting talks. Next, thing they know with an army in one of the mountains. Which ones? Will have to come back to that.

Not the greatest welcome committee.

The former destroyer just sitting on a rock. Not phased with the army looking at them in suspension. Still wearing the cuffs that were magic block. I mean it is decent and strong craftsmanship. Just not enough to trap them. Got to give the dwarfs credit when they actually want to use rune magic.

It's not like they blame the dwarfs for not trusting them. Still, overboard with the chains. Any who. Took a lot of convincing, some magic lie detector test and out drinking a dwarf to show they can be trustworthy. Or at least show they're not some enemy. Which now they think about does sound stupid, suspicious.

"Demon gets over here now!"

Not the worst thing they have been called. At least get it right what they are. Glance at their 'handler' well the captain of the army. "Aye, aye Unrik."

"Can't you say my name right!"

"You sound very uppity tight."

He snarled as he glared at them, but also at the white hair. When they learn they will be getting a extra help of hand. Okay they were fine with that. In fact, when they heard the word white. Thought it would be the White Dwarf. The loner who comes in to help in many occasions in the armies. Never sticking around but is admired by many. No, instead they get a demon! A demon! What is their king thinking is anybody guess? Only was told by everyone to not killed. Unless turn against them.

No, the backtalking, blunt mouth and attitude doesn't count.

"Why couldn't you have been Groombrindal?"

"Who?" Keep hearing that name a lot.

"Never mind. Come on." Motion him to follow around the area. As irritation as the demon can have been working. No, complaints. Could say the only good thing about them being stubborn lot them.

Shrug but followed the dwarf general.

Horns began to blare.

"No, dammit! Status now!"

"They arrived early!"

"No, grrr everyone gets to moving! Get your asses up, running and prepared! Send message they arrived early to attack!"

Moxxie tilt their head as they watch this army geared up, ready to war. No, fear. No, resting. Just keep going. Glance over at the direction from where the horns were blaring. The ground scattered fields with approaching mess setting in to place. Eyes narrowed at the direction and then slowly widen at what they are seeing.

No.

No.

No. No.

No.

Nope.

Nah.

0100111001101111.

No. No.

Nay.

No. No. No.

This is not happening.

"Rats."

The darken spread of the army mix with the shades of bright green. The horn still blaring in the background while the dwarf armies have been prepared, army and ready again.

"Skavan! Everyone gets back to your positions! We're not letting those rodents get to our mountain!" Look back at their mountain and mining homes. This would be terrible lost as a lot of lands have been getting taken over. Even reports from man, elves have been getting issues, worse with theses rodents.

"Rats. Those are rats." Rub their eyes of an upcoming headache. It was one, one, rat. One rat they threw. Yes, they threw it very far that shouldn't have been normal for a four-year-old. Give them a break they got to have childhood again. Now they wish to break a rule of time traveling to never threw those darn vermin.

"Those skavan been holding us up these past days. While we have made sure they never passed the numbers keep growing. Our numbers grow smaller, but our burning rage keep us moving!" The dwarf snarled as he watches his army. Scatter about just like those orcs and lizard people. None the less can't let these beasts past any further.

"They are rats."

"I know what a rat is!" Shook his axe at the dead eye looking demon. "These are bigger than those farms, sewer rats! Annoying, piss off, and vile rodents that have become pains in the ars. Yet, they have taken many lands, ruin many crops when they arrived from a portal."

"Still rat but bigger than you and me.  Got it." They look very high. Not like they never done such a thing. Literally impossible for them now. Did see it plenty of times with others. Or do these rats they usually look like this here? He also said portal. Maybe they could use this for an advantage after all.

"It's a skavan daft fool!" He yelled loud from all the noise happening around. Thrust the sword into their hand.  "Now get to working!"

Study the sword. Eh not their usual type. I mean sure they'll use a dagger or their bones when they feel like it. "What you want me to do?"

"Are you...Are you seriously asking me that? You offered to help!" Want to throttle them right now.

"Offered strong word. Lend a hand?" Were those rats with cannons? They actually have cannons along with some inserting war equipment's.

"For a demon you suck."

"I'm an imp. Get it right." Right now, leaning on the short sword like it was a cane.

"What the difference?"

"I'm happy for what I am and would put it on my profile list."

He just stares at him while everyone else either getting ready to battle. Look at the demon like he lost it. "I only meet you for a weekday and you are still confusing you little shit."

"Hate to break it to you I'm slightly taller than you sir dwarf."

"Do I look like some noble knife ear prick?"

"Which one are talking about? Many have sharp looking ears?" Now they think about it. If imps have ears, wouldn't they be pointy too. Wait. How do they even hear? Is it their horns? Some little holes they never notice. I mean that like questioning when they were skeleton but can say magic and monster logic. An imp is a different category. Yet, you were always categorized in the reptile department. I mean sure Wrath. Satan? Whatever their called is technically a 'dragon' when they are from. No, what they really need to write down a list of questions to annoy Krampus.

"There closing in!"

"The slimy fuckers brought the big guns!"

"Get those throwers ready you lazy brutes!"

"Enough standing around you damn horned little pissed ant!"

"One got in!"

"Get it! Get it!"

"GIVE US YOUR LIFE-LIFE!" Cackle as they lunge forward to thrust their blade down. The first to get here by their own speed. Plus, a dash of snorting up some warpstones. Let the bloodshed admits against these dwarfs, and this weird one, and probably kill some of the other clans. Victory to the skaven-

Moxxie punch the rat for interrupting their thought process.

Like the imp punch the taller rodent really far. Right on back to their side with the rest of the skaven army. Right into another Skaven who was charging up the warp-lighting cannon. Both screeches slammed into the another. Somehow that weight was enough to motion cannon into another direction and fire. Right at group that had Doomwheels that were almost close to the battle lines.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Half of the Skaven army on fire and destroyed. Both sides watch the ruins.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"KILL-KILL THAT SQUEAK CHILI PEPPER!"

"HAHA GOOD JOB YOU LITTLE SHIT! GET THESE VERMIN OFF OUR LANDS AND MOUNTAINS!"

"SQUEAK YOU DWARF GIVE US THAT SQUEAK PEPPER-PEPPER!"

They need to get out of here.

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Done!

Yes, I did a Warhammer crossover lol. Think of it way, way in the past plus far away compared to other battles happening. Does it fit in the timeline? Not, at all at least what I notice and lore I remember. Still relearning. Won't always do crossovers like this but made an exception and my mind wouldn't stop. Moxxie/Error so done and all 'enemies' they encountered are the Skaven aka are rat-men in this grimdark universe.

Yes, I did this because of the Skaven.

Be on the look in the other drabble book of Error dealing with Warhammer. What route will it go? Who knows? Plenty of ideas and stupidity. If you're interested to read all that.

Moxxie/Error you are now called Chili Pepper from your new enemy and Little Shit from your frenemies. Also, now so many questions how their biology work. Right Error?
Mox/Error: FUCK YOU.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!