Chapter 6

Here we are again!

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, cringe, yandere, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/thoughts

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The next few days been interesting.

Moxxie mostly stayed at the cabin unless they all went together in town or around the area.

Like when they visited Susie when she work at a jewelry shop. Then the time when Maria and Susie would bring the boys to one of the farms to watch them do a bit of a show with animals. Also saw a fight or two but that's what you expect. Then was a day Moxxie and Maria went to one of the shops to buy knitting materials to bring back home. Moxxie was a bit excited to try it all out. Besides all that the trip been decent.

Even if he was stared at a lot. Either from the marks that were shown or how small he was. Well he didn't care. As long they leave him alone then why should he care. That how it always was for him. Till his Madre notice and gets a bit protective. But hey only got in three fights so a new record. Or a bad record? Who knows?

Anyway Moxxie actually had a good time. Right? It was crazy.

He like being around Whisper. The horse was actually very old. Old but still very strong with a big personality. Moxxie watches her easily jumps in the air when any birds are in the air and eat it up like it was nothing. It was the same for any unlucky Imps who try to steal Bombproof at night. Happens at least once a week now and good meal for Whisper to eat on. Bombproof enjoyed it too. But very much appreciate the soak blood carrots Moxxie gives them.

Susie was an interesting woman he'll admit that. She was almost like Marie but can see a lot of differences. Both hard working, protective, and strong in many ways. Now there were times she said questionable stuff. Well questionable for Error since he didn't understand it half the time. She was defiantly a flirt. Only knows since some of the stuff she said and would use her eyes were stuff Lust would have done. But in a joking and teasing manner. He had a small suspicion what her night job was every time she came back at night. He doesn't sleep so was always out in the living room. Susie was so shock the first time to see him in the kitchen when she came back very late.

"Can't sleep little one?" Susie asked with a tired look and wrap her shawl around herself to hide a bit of the clothing she wore.

Moxxie nods a bit to play along.

"I feel yeah. I think I have some milk. Want to shar-"Stop as she they were closer now when she look down.

Moxxie frown a little and pointed at her neck. A dark bruising he sees on her red skin.

She blink and chuckle. Kneel down and grin at him. "It's alright. I got worse than this and I defiantly smack the jerk for leaving that."

Moxxie stared at her till he opens his mouth. "Punch them hard?"

"Aww knew you would talk to me eventually." Susie giggles and stands up. She fix him a glass a milk and goes back down to hand him milk. "Yes, very hard and knock their teeth out. Don't eat the cup."

Moxxie nodded in approval and took a huge gulp of the milk. "Ice for neck?"

"You are one strange kid. But such a sweetie." She smiles at him. "Don't worry about my neck I'll take care of it."

"Striker worry?"

She stared at him for a while with a tired look. "He can so no telling him about this. Okay?"

Moxxie grumble but nodded. Only because she asked. Then was told to go off to bed. He did but use that time to start sewing till Maria woke up. Susie was up with Striker and was wearing a shirt with the collar to hide her marks. So, each night when Moxxie sees Susie they would greet the other.

Moxxie won't say it out loud but Striker was alright.

A jerk at times but all right.

A jerk of a brat who shouldn't look so smug. Almost try to take his glasses but got a tail smack to the face. Not guilty at all and purposely used Whisper as a barrier against the older kid. Striker either trying to talk down at him or get annoyed not getting a reaction. Well sometimes a reaction that will stunned the Imp snake. Okay maybe Moxxie enjoying it too much. Especially when Striker tail would rattle out of frustration or anger. Which earn him a nickname.

"Rattle."

Striker was too stunned to hear the shorter one finally talk to him. Till it clicks what he said. "Huh?"

"Rattle. You Rattle." Moxxie pointed at Striker.

Then it clicked and snickered. He must be talking about his tail. "No, little dude call me by my real name."

"Baby Rattles?"

"Now you done it!"

Moxxie snickered and ran away from the angry kid. Kept yelling out 'Baby Rattles' to his face. They kept running and chasing till Striker had to stop to take a break.

Maria and Susie laughed when they here Moxxie say it the first time around them.

"Don't encourage him!" Striker growled and arms cross.

"Its adorable Striker." Susie cooed at her son grouchy look.

"It's not!"

"Rattle."

"Critter!"

"Rattle!"

"Critter!"

"Alright you two, you can kill each other with words after lunch."

Besides that situation there was fun moments. Moments just being a kid and having fun. Well as much as you can be a kid. It was still a decent change for Error.

Moxxie and Striker may bark and snap at the other. But have fun like when they do chase around and get Bombproof to join in. The fiery foal enjoys it a lot. Or when they explore a bit further out and like do like a short version of follow the leader. Then when they would play in Striker room with the toys he had. They weren't a lot but they made do with it. Moxxie wasn't going to complain about it. Small talk now and then. Or hissy fight. But don't need to do it too much or just fine with the silence.

"Rats?"

Moxxie nods to Striker.

"Huh the buggers still being an issue. Do you do anything about it?"

Moxxie thinks a bit and nods a little. Tells him what he does at least when others around. "Catch, throw, or trap."

Striker snorted. "Guess that useful. Your little fingers can't use a knife or gun yet."

Moxxie throws a pencil at him and he dodge it.

Striker smirk and tug the scarf. "Don't worry little critter you'll get a bit bigger to hold steak knife."

"So, when are you going to stop using a butter knife?"

"Smart Ass." Striker grunted but still had a grin.

Moxxie stick his tongue out at him.

A smug smartass brat but as least Striker not pretending to like him. Moxxie likes realness than the fake. They can stand each other. That's good enough for the both of them.

Then it was the day to go home.

Maria and Susie hugged the other tightly. They talk to each other for a bit.

Whistler neighs and nuzzle Moxxie sensing they were heading off. Bombproof let out a unhappy neigh and rub their head against Moxxie chest.

"Oh my gosh you drama queen you're going to see them again." Striker rolled his eyes at his foal.

Moxxie snickered and pat their flaming mane. Then look at Striker.

He snorted and reach out to ruffle their head. But stop a second. He glances and see Moxxie not moving away. Took the chance and not ruffle to hard. Just a pat. Small tense but hey no screaming. How the heck their hair this fluffy? "Try and take care of Maria you little critter. Don't need those rats taking up her time."

Moxxie snorted and grin slightly. "Sure, Rattles."

"Wipe that grin off you Vermin!" Move his hand quickly before he gets bitten. Striker grin seeing a smaller one on their face with a challenged look.

Susie able to get a quick hug from Moxxie and smile down at him. "You be good and don't bite everything that moves."

Moxxie grumble but nod a little.

Maria ruffle Striker head. "See you later Striker. You're doing well taking care of your Ma, Whisper and Bombproof here."

Striker had a pleased smile at that.

Soon they both got in the truck and headed out on the dirt road.

"So, what you think Striker?" Susie waves goodbye to them.

"The Little Critter not too bad like these other idiots." Striker will admit and that's all he going to tell his Ma.

"Aww my Striker made a friend."

"He a baby!"

"So, is Bombproof."

Striker had no comment and hissed like grumble as his Ma laughs.

When they went inside they each got surprising gifts in their rooms.

Susie was surprised at the lovely onyx shade bandana scarf. She picked it up and never felt such nice material like this before. Did Maria got her this? Sees no tag or indication of anything. She blinks and it click. Maria mention Moxxie does like to sew and been teaching him. Got a good talent with it. Yet, this seems just too good. She shrugged slightly and wrapped it around her neck. Felt really nice. She'll have to call her and see if her little one actually did do this.

Striker tilt his head noticing the small box on his bed. That wasn't there before.

Walks over to it and picked it up. Open in up and eyes widen.

It was a knife he been looking at the stores a lot lately. The handle was gray while the blade had a red metal sheen with black designs added to the metal.

He really wanted it. But the price was a lot and aggravated him. He knows his Ma didn't buy it. She usually likes to give him gifts up front. Maria?

Wait?

He remembers showing Moxxie the knife stands when they went to town. How he was going to get one of those one day. For protection and such if anyone were to come in the house. Can't use the gun yet since they are precious with bullets and should only be use if necessary. He knows how to hold it but a bit out of practice till they can buy practice shells. But he always like knifes and the blades.

Did Moxxie steal it?

No, way that baby would have the guts to do that. Sure he a vicious kid when he wants to be. But stealing?

Then he notices a piece of paper in the box and pulled it out. He may not like to read a lot unless it important. Plus, to show others he not dumb. So, that one summer Maria taught him with his Ma help.

Better Butter knife.

"Critter." Striker will not admit he smile a bit.

Back on the road with Maria and Moxxie.

"You had fun Mox?"

Moxxie nods his head yes.

"Good. So, you and Striker friends?"

Moxxie hissed at that.

Maria laughed.

They did leave somewhat late as they drove back home. It was early morning when they arrived at the house.

"Well everything standing. Mox you wait right here so I can check around." Maria tells him as she gets out the truck and look around.

Moxxie waits in the truck and sense his magic still up doing the job. But something felt slightly off. He just couldn't place it at the top of his head. It wasn't the magic. Great it was going to annoy him.

Hands began to emerged out the ground in desperation. Till a familiar imp got themselves out the ground. Dirty, cut up, disheveled, and look like they lost a few fingers.

"FREEDOM!"

Oh right the helpers.

Well a helper from what it looks like.

Moxxie watches the Imp running in circles till Maria came back. Then she knock the Imp out when they grabbed her and screaming about rat rituals.

That shouldn't be an issue.

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Done!

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Until next time.

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