Chapter 15

Here we are again.

Will probably want to hunt me down later but got to do it. Because you know emotions.

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention profanity, suicidal moments, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/thoughts

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"Rattles if I wanted to be annoyed. I would have visited the rats." Moxxie twitched as he tried to ignore the smirking taller Imp.

Moxxie been homeschooled for two and half years now.

It actually was pretty good and his teacher not bad. She was an older Imp woman, called Ms. Sable. She looked like the sweet grandma type. Many think she could be older than Dr.Medea. She owed Mr. Spruce and was being paid.  Sweet but don't let this old woman fool you as she was born here. Getting hit by her cane was painful. He saw it first hand when she whack someone out when they tried to interrupt them in their area of the library.

Their session is at the town library in a private area. There three days a week, for four hours. Maria will drop him and pick up. Now and then Dr. Medea may come over to pick him up. But if there ever an issue the two couldn't pick up Moxxie would just portal home. He use the rest of the time when he doesn't have school to work on his homework along with his own activities.

Now he still does his own responsibilities around the house like with the garden, rat issues, and cook only certain days. But he was fine with that. In fact he been feeling a bit better with this new school routine.

He never expected him of all people to write music. Now and then he wonder if it could just be because of who he is. Then slowly after practice and learning he began to make his own little music. Really short and not a lot at the moment. But it was still music he made. Only showed his Madre and Ms. Sable. The two like it and want him to keep exploring. Began to try other instruments that are mostly string. At least to know the basics if he has time to learn or just curious. Or to shut some idiot up to show them he can play certain instruments. He still stick to the violin as his favorite.

Oh and his sewing advanced a lot. Like he was quite excited to finally sew up some new clothes. Nothing against his outfits he does like to wear. But to finally make like a skirt felt a strange accomplishment out of fun. Still work with accessories mostly like scarves, bandannas, gloves, and recently working on a hat. Maria clients actually bought a few. Moxxie made it very cheap for them to buy. Enough money to buy some yarn. What? He like the different yarn material then just his own. Did make Ms.Sable a shawl as a gift for dealing with him and her really like it. Wears it a lot and he was still surprise to see her wear like somewhere random.  He has secretly been making small plushies again. At least of those he like but keeps them hidden in his inventory. Yet his Madre just knows and adores seeing them.

Rats and Rabbits still annoying jerks. So, nothing new there.

Now space time kept getting better and better! He kept having so much fun and sightseeing. He could go on and on of the new things he been witnessing. Or sometimes finds an area to practice with his magic. One time him and Madre actually had a nice picnic on one of the moons. She really like it lot. Almost stole a star but he couldn't blame her for that. But he really does think someone does come out here. Or live out here. The Codes were very guarded what lives out here. So, he doesn't push it unless it will be a problem. But did verify Space Sheep were real when he asked about it. The other reason why he was suspicious. He doesn't think it normal to find a random feather or a bottle of wine. He gave the wine to Maria and just lie someone left it elsewhere. Maybe should look into wine bottles next time as apparently is not the cheap kind.

Right now Susie and Striker were visiting this week. Moxxie was fine with it and please to see them again. Won't admit it about one them. Quite frankly he was surprised Striker even came since he is at the age to really come or not. Comes by his own choice. He already spoiled Bombproof behind their backs.

Whistler sadly passed away from old age last year. Like she really was an old horse. She was Susie great-grandfather horse and surprised many how long she been around. Moxxie was quite devastated when he learn about Whistler passed away. He saw her two weeks before her passing away. She looked so tired, moved slowly, and barely ate carrots. He almost wanted to check the CHECK but force himself not too. He wish he did now but it wasn't like he could do anything. Yet, Whistler still acted like the Whistler he knew and nip the top of his fluffy head. As the protective horse she was with her herd

Maria and Moxxie came by quickly, using a bit of magic, to be there for them. Susie looked quite a tired messed and was crying a lot. But was thankful for their visit. Maria stayed with her friend and took care of how to give the strong horse a proper burial. Bombproof was depressed and kept looking for his mother a lot. Wouldn't even eat the carrots. Almost got stolen that week till Susie put a bullet in a bandit head that night. Striker wasn't showing any emotions at the time. Stayed a bit away either in the barn to be with Bombproof or in his room with the door locked. Did snap at Moxxie once since he actually try to comfort him. But Moxxie step back when he snapped since he too would be upset like this. Moxxie may have not known Whistler very long like everyone else but did hit his soul. Striker didn't apologize, Moxxie expected him not too, but gave him a small side arm hug. That was probably the first time either one of them hug the other.

Things slowly got back to normal Susie and Striker after a month passed from Whistler funeral. It was still them and it was a bit nice to see Striker as his old self again. The two still have phone call chats, if of course the mothers called first, but has been less calls from the pair. Moxxie kind of gets it since Striker was busy. It was the same with Moxxie.

But Striker was here to pick him up the next three days after his class. Small complaints from both of them at first. Nope, wasn't enough to be the mother Imps.

So, here he is walking back home with Striker. Bombproof was back at the house today.

"Oh come on at least I can give you intellectual conversation." Striker smirked down at the shorter imp.

"Conversation yes. Intellectual pushing it." Duck down when also got smack be the tail.

"Huh you're getting faster with blocking."

"You never hit me."

"I trapped you."

"That doesn't count."

"Is so does you critter." Striker snorted at the pout he moves his scarf. Roll his eyes at the tie he sees and doesn't understand why he wears it. The scarf he used to seeing. But doesn't like the other accessory. Hey he wanted to dress like a waiter underneath go ahead. Glance as he stared at the crack glasses. 'Tsk' a bit. "You should get new glasses before they shattered."

"Was supposed to last week. But got destroyed during delivery with other from a hell tornado."

"So, unlucky."

"You have no idea." Stop when Striker stop. "Why you stop?"

"Come on let's get some food. My treat." Points at the convenient store. It was also a small grub spot to grab something to eat.

"Who are you?"

"I can be nice you jerk. It's just know one will believe you."

"Your mom, Madre, Bombproof-"

"They don't count smartass. Come on." Grab his sleeve and pulled him inside.

Look like any other convenient store inside. The go up to the section where food will be sold.

"What you want and there no, no on the menu."

"There should be one." Look at it and just point at French fries.

"Really?"

"Yep."

"I shouldn't be surprise." He rolled his eyes and just ordered some chicken on a stick. The two sitting at a table. Moxxie took some homework out to get it over with. Striker sighs. "You know this actually considered rude."

"Are you offended?"

"No." Waves the notebook. "I just don't like to be ignored."

"Ha ha." Moxxie mocked laughed and swipe his homework back. "I'm almost done and soon will be graduating."

"Yippee for the goodie too shoe student."

Moxxie stick his tongue out for him. "Says the student who probably will graduate alone since he keeps killing his own classmates for no reason."

"Oh stop it your words are too sweet. I'm thinking about just drop out." He leans back against his chair.

"Your Ma will kick your ass." Moxxie looked up at him and back at his work. "Why? You almost done anyway. Might as well get the paper to shove in their faces. Your ego likes it."

"As much as my ego would. Just don't like it. Doesn't give me what I want."

"You have no idea what you want to do."

"Who knows maybe I'll work in a ranch. Hunt for creatures who gives us issues. Maybe I'll own my own parlor to serve alcohol. Stuff I don't need to learn from school since I can already do it. Along with business." Another sip of his drink. "But hey maybe I'll stay just to see you in high school."

"Won't you already be graduated?"

"Maybe I'll just asked to be held back. That principal will do anything for some good liquor."

"No, comment besides I would probably be in a different school anyway." Moxxie stared at his homework a bit. Just the thought of starting high school. Being around students again. He was close to asked Maria to just keep being homeschool.

"You're too quite."

"So?"

"When you're that quite you have too much in your head." Glance at the teen and sigh. "Look can you at least do this for me."

"I'm not stealing you moonshine."

"No, you'll give it to me since you like me very much." Striker smirked at the eye roll. "But that's not it. When you start at whatever lame ass school to waste your time. I don't want you to take crap from the others."

Moxxie blink a little and see a serious look on the older one face. "Huh?"

"Look you have sass. You are a good shot so use a pencil, paper clip or something to hit anyone back since your little arms won't throw your punch. You dodge well. But I want you to not take any shit. Since you did let those runts walk over you. They'll eat freshmen up and since you look the part. They really will come after you."

"I look the part?"

"Short, small, look a bit feminine for a male unless they think you just dyed it, along with the horns, thespian types, geeky looking, the glasses, book worm looking clothes, the mark makes people want to punch you and see if you could really cry-"

"Wow thanks you really making me feel like crap."

"Welcome to teenage years. Going to experience it for a long time."

Moxxie flips him off.

"But for real don't let them. Bring a knife if you have too."

"I'll think about it."

"Or could bring one of those sewing needles. Someone touches and slam it into their neck."

"Striker I'm trying to not get expelled."

Plus, he would have gone for the hand first.

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Done!

What you all think?

RIP for Whistler best Queen Mama Horse. But will never be forgotten. Literally.

I do want to clarify that Striker is older than Moxxie. Imp aging is strangeafter all. Can live a very long time and are technically immortal. Just die easier, in different ways, than others in hell or as a Hellborn. But as we saw in the show. Since they can look very old. So, I think it's their choice at that 'age' to look old and allthat. It still very wonky to understand plus the details we have lack of too.Now Moxxie aging is different since he is well a true immortal since he isError. But will stop to look a certain age by his choice.

Wish Moxxie luck in high school along with other events that'll happen soon.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!