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Request for The_Multiverse_Mom

Request: What if the people that met Moxxie/Error see a day in their past life. Like they can be able to hear what they hear and think. Imagine Blitzo's reaction to Error killing millions or Loona realizing that Moxxie doesn't eat a lot nor care and that they have been trying to fix that. And Strikes react to Error being the tallest imp. Or Doc to the voices that Error hears.

Note: This will be like a mix of the story but also episodes. Not knowing Striker and Millie until meeting later in other ways. Blitz meets up differently too.

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, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

Voices/flashback/Text

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"Do you still have them?"

Moxxie stop moving the bow. The teen imp glance at the Dr. Tilt their head in small confusion on the question. What is the troll talking about?

The Dr. smile as he looks at them. One of his days off and wanted Moxxie to visit. Listen to how he is doing on the fiddle. He admits they kept getting better after lesson after lesson. There was another reason they asked the smaller imp here.

The older imp taps his head three times.

A long stare from the imp as they glance down. Their hands gripped the bow tightly. A year going by their Madre and the Dr. found out their past as Error. A mere accident. One in a way help lift their shoulders. But the questions that come around can be a bit too much.

This is one Moxxie hope to not be asked. Could have lied right there. But the old troll poker face can be challenging at times. If they believe him or not. Can go right back when their own expression rarely changes.

Yet.

"Not every day. Last time, a year ago." Look down at the ground. "It would be every day."

"Does your Madre know?"

A little shrug. "Maybe. What you saw. She saw."

"It doesn't mean we saw everything and heard." Tilt his head. "Would you like someone to talk too?"

Shook their head no. They'll be fine. They are fine. Their new life is fine.

"All right. Just remember it's not weak to talk about it. So, don't believe those buffoons out there when they call therapy weak." Lift his book up and hums. "Battling one mind can be worse compared to a physical pain. It's just when you admit you need help. Well, already one that first step of battle."

"Am I a monster?"

"No, you're an imp." Giggles at the eye roll as they try not to pout. Heard the grumble and muttering of the word troll they 'fondly' like to call him. The eye lid slightly opens as he watches them turn away. Get back in position to lift the bow up. Relax. Were all monsters here Moxxie? You just were given an unfair fate in your time.

Unfairness.

What an odd word they rarely like to use. Even as an imp unfairness comes down on them from being what they are. Everyone has unfairness it just a touch or go. None the less Moxxie doesn't care they are an imp. Just wants to be as normal as an imp can be.

A version of their own fairness.

Another hum at the older imp relaxes as he listens to the instrument. Much better than those annoying voices and gladly say it to their non-bodies.

Moxxie better without them.

As the years go by.

"What the fuck was that Moxxie?" Blitz hissed as he looks ready to strangled Moxxie for making him loose the shot.

Now Blitz was lucky to see their former cellmate again. After all the little one owed him tremendously for getting them both out of jail. Which Moxxie would point out how they all most got them blow up?

Almost! Plus, they're alive and should be lucky. Less bitching! Along with their rested bitch face. Still, they should loosen up.

Of course, during the stay in prison, he did ask why they were locked up. Something, something lazy greed police just grab them near a bank and false blame. That Greed politics for you! Don't want to get on the bad side of the clown if they learn they got robbed. Worse if there is no one to blame. Still, wondering how lucky they were to keep their scarf. Lucky privileges. After one escape. Give them their number as they owe them as their skills in guns will be really great. That Moxxie denies.

Then it was pure luck a few years later to run into them as business started to well start. Sure, they still doing the assassin job here in Hell. But they had a plan. Just needed an extra employee. BAM! Recognize the scarf, the rested bitch face and glasses. Got their buddy that they get annoyed being called, to be part of IMP. Were they a socially, awkward nerd that should get a stick out of their ass. Or something else better inside. Still, not like being touched. Yes. But he saw something in them. Saw great potential using a gun. That shouldn't be ripped away. He was just what they needed in this business of their family.

Said business as they are on the job right now. Moxxie made him fuck up to not take a shot of the bitch!

"I. The kids- "

Blitz leans in to pokes Moxxie's head. Getting close to their personal space and not caring. "I don't know what the fuck going up in there! But get the fuck over yourself, you baby dick- "

What happened next Blitz couldn't describe. Like they were seeing something out of a dream. One minute shouting at the smaller imp. Eyes looking wide behind those glasses. Barely see their lower mouth from the scarf but see the freckles.

A figure snaps their head in their direction. This tall black bone skeleton to see a white pupil surrounded in red sclera. A cold intense look yet a hint of pity. Sorrow. Then hardness. Bright blue strings out their sleeves as they move getting to work. Far away from them but didn't feel far enough.

Screams all around.

Fighting.

In a snap vanish as a blue string comes right them. To dodge now.

Well, Blitz did dodge whatever that was. But didn't dodge the bullet from the crazy cannibal nut jobs inside. "AAAAAHHHHHH! A NEW HOLE! SCATTERED!"

Good news, the job was done. Got some cake. Replacing a new phone is not fun but hey that's why it extra. Arm in the sling not fun either. Everyone just enjoying the cake.

"Well, here's to another mission accomplished? And Moxxie finally learned not to fuck up."

Moxxie throws the party hat at Blitz that they put on their head. Not at all amused. Didn't bother to eat a piece of cake. Just wants to leave. Go home.

"Mox waits up!" Millie chases after them. A bit concerned for her employee.

"Is he okay?" Mayberry asked as she looked at Blitz, Loona.

"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.

Laughter at what?

"Want to finish that sentence...pardn'er?"

Snap out that quickly. It was unsettling. It was something similar as well when he would have nightmares. Nightmares from that time when everything was forcibly taken away from him. It was so clear yet glitch.

What the fuck was that? Was that a possibly a Goetia that would have been there that night? But it didn't make sense. The scenery of the background was all white. No, Goetia wasn't a skeleton either.

So, why did they see that when stared at this, this.

"Vermin." Eyes glowed dangerously as he stared at them. Anger was their disgust, but also integument. Maybe they're over thinking this and the two are nothing. That could be it. The heat of the moment ruined this job for him.

No matter.

Rode away quickly as he settled in a motel. Finished talking to that woman. "I'll get them all next time."

Loona can't believe it as if her day already annoying enough. Blitz dare tell her how to do her job! She is a people person! She doesn't like it for this dumb job she is stuck into doing.

Wish she had just stayed back in Glutton after partying two days ago. She may not admit it out loud but Vortex girlfriend, the Glutton queen herself Beezlebub, is cool. Sure, it is still a bit embarrassing how she behaved around her from a few months ago. Along with almost getting into a fight because of Blitz with whatever shit happens with the prince, along with her own insecurities. Everything was coming along fine some worry for Blitz but knew he got it. He always does. She made some new friends. Sure, may not get feelings back because of her crush but hey many other hellhound parties in the future. Even the thought of trying to go out with Pinkie.

The hellhound snarled at Blitz. Using a pair of imp co-workers as a shield. Only one of them, Loona, wouldn't cross would Millie. May be an old lady but she seen what she can do. A bad ass who wouldn't mind beating her up if crossed too far. Could say it's a reason she rarely starts shit with her unless cursing out. Or calling her annoying.

Moxxie on the other hand the hellhound likes to torture. Either from name calling, to sending ads to annoy them about their weight. Make them do her work. Okay make them push it as Blitz would order them at time. Would slip a few papers in and doesn't care what look she sent them. Not her fault, they're good at paperwork. Goes far to stealing their lunches. What? Just helping out plus made some good food. Then calling him stupid when they don't understand, like some basic shit that should be normal. They were so weird. It can be annoying when she doesn't get some kind of response. When she does it's just this annoyed look.

Right now, giving them both this annoyed look yet was longer at her.

Stupid, little prick. They don't understand.

Then for Blitz to actually think about going through the threat to replace her was a bit off guard. Deep down may have been hurt. But push it all away. Just went to her desk. Ignoring everyone. Even the one who came inside and slipped in Blitz office.

If she knew Octavia would pull this shit and be force to work. Would have stopped her. Especially when learning the book transported her to the human world of LA. Now here she is with the IMP crew and Octavia dad to go find her.

"Alright let's get back to work. Looney sniff." Blitz walking around the alleyway.

"How am I supposed to smell anything in this city?" Toss some trash out of her mane.

"Isn't your nose supposed to be strong one here?"

"Isn't someone your size shouldn't have that much fat." Loona taunts back as she looks down at them.

"It wouldn't kill you to put a salad in your body once in a while." Blitz joining his daughter.

Loona about to saw something when she looks back at Moxxie. Her vision suddenly fell off. Why was everything so

White.

Then suddenly these two figures she had never seen before. Were they bones? One white. Then another black. Clothes contradicting the other. Just talking away. Was that a picnic basket?

"Come on ***** you should eat. I made this special for you!" Lift up a taco.

"For the last time I don't need it. It's a waste." Eyes it in a way a child would stare at broom.

"Don't say that! Waste and starving aren't good for you."

"It's not going to make a difference." Glance away.

A low sigh from the worry. As this wasn't the first time, they had this kind of talk. "I'm really worried. Not many things can heal you besides your ******."

"I'll be fine. It can't help me."

"You can still eat it. Think of it like chocolate."

"Now you're being cruel."

In a snap Loona was out of it. She stares down at the imp just giving her that look from before. Even one at Blitz. This time it was a bit heated. Her eyes shifted away when Blitz called them over. Follows behind as she still comprehending what she just saw. Was the air here in LA dragging her mind? At least let it make sense to her what she saw. Look away when her eyes went to travel at Moxxie.

Were their clothes always big for a reason? Especially that scarf.

Snap out of it to focus. Change into her human form.

A lot bullshit happens on the way like losing Blitz, Stolas. Pure luck through social media. To find Octavia. Does feel a bit of pity for her with all that going on with her father, and Blitz in the mix. Then to forget this day that means a lot. Shit happening. Shit that got in the way and bad timing. But that father of hers defiantly cares about her. A pain and do stupid shit, just like her own, but care. The pair left to find them. Got a cool firework show with fire happening in the background?

Not sure what happened to M&M till Blitz opened a portal for the pair. Millie was sending a look at Loona. Like she ready to cut her in half. Moxxie just walked away to leave. Not bothered to greet Blitz, Stolas and their kid.

"What wrong with him?" Loona asked and then something else clicked. "What were you two even doing while I was working my ass off?"

"Look at that can talk about your ass after all. Plus, not your business." Millie snippy as she goes to follow Moxxie route. The bag in her hand was confusing but none of them asked what was inside. The other three were a bit confused what that was about. Blitz some point chasing after Millie. Probably to tell her that was being a bit too rude.

What the hell? Seriously, it is just ready for this night to be over and done.

The van ride was a bit quiet. Well, besides Blitz talking about the stupid jokes he had to do for his list and last sitcom. Loona half listening while texting Millie. Glance up in the mirror of the two in the back.

Where did they get tacos?

Wait for the bag Millie brought. About to make joke when Millie gives one too Moxxie. They just turn away, push it towards her. Millie looks a bit worried. Loona grits her teeth. "Mox eats the stupid taco! Going to waste it! Better have extra."

"Wait. Tacos! That what I'm smelling! Mil-Mil throws me one!"

Millie sends Loona a suspicious look. Same with Moxxie along with this other look. Just staring at her weirdly. Rolls her eyes as she looks away. Looking back one last time in the mirror when Millie handed Blitz a taco.

Moxxie was chewing theirs.

There don't need to waste it.

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Done!

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