Chapter 80

Onward!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, 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.

I do not own the rights to the music.

Error/Moxxie speaking

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"I apologize about them Bloody. Their maniacs."

"Not at all. The tips are worth it. Plus, rather not have me head chop off after Stolas failed 'cuddle' attempt." Bloody holding a still traumatized Crimson in her arms.

"He's going to regret it in a few hours." Glance at the four passed out in Blitz van.

Drunk black out.

"All of them will." Bloody snickered. She pulled out the stronger liquor. Don't asked her how she got one of those fancy wines. Not your business. "Have a safe drive, Amigo."

"Have a good rest." Moxxie gets in the van. "Let's drop you off first Frogmouth."

A long drive to that area of Pride. But they made it to Stolas mansion. Easily carried the lightweight bird in his arms.  Along with getting inside the mansion. The servant was off today. Goes straight to living room and lays him down on the couch. He was given a tour when he came by to watch a movie as Puppet. So, would be a little strange how he figured out his room. Besides going in each room. Found a blanket and lay it on him. Then left a small note.

Just telling him he was drop off, was passed out drunk and it was nice fun. Also, that Bloody not thrilled he try to 'cuddle' her pet rat.

Next, up was his apartment to drop off Millie and Striker.

Oh, right Striker won the apartment.

Blitz was bitching about that for two weeks straight.  But Striker seems willing to make a compromise with the pair. Whatever it was Moxxie never asked. That's their business not his. It was amusing to watch the pair clean out the dead rats from the apartment, throw out furniture and anything else that once resides there.

Yeah, that room had to get fix and clean up badly. Even Mr. Orson had to intervene and throw in some money to get the place fix and decontaminated.

Still, they all keep eye out for any rats that can be elsewhere. So, Moxxie did add the extra magic protection when Striker, with suspicion possible Blitz and Loona too, moved in.

Goes to check on Bombproof in the back of his cozy stable. Protection as well. Sees he got his meal for the day. Gave him a few head pats and goes back to what he needs to do.

Brings Millie up first to her room. He carried her bridal style. The blood thirsty Imp girl giggling in her sleep. He snorted in amusement and laid her down in her bed.

Next, up was Striker. Just carried him on his back. Well, his lower part did drag a bit on the floor. But they weren't far away so it was issue. He had to use his key to get the door open. Striker did wake, his head on his right shoulder, up a little with a hazy look. His left ringed eye staring at him.

"Critter?"

"Go to sleep Rattle."

Next, thing that caught him off guard was when he nuzzles his face.

"My....my...favorite Critter." Striker muttered drunkenly and just gave him small nuzzle. The smell of alcohol made Moxxie move his head a bit.

"Sure I am." Rolled his eyes and lays him on the couch. "Get some rest Ratt- "

Striker grabs his arm and staring at him with a serious look.

Moxxie stared down at him and waits. "Yes?"

"Your...my...starry Imp..."

Then Striker passed out and let go of his arm.

What in Wrath was that about?

Moxxie stared at him and quietly back away. Stop when he sees a small mirror on the wall. Eyes widen seeing his cheeks getting bright. Like a light bright blue, along with red at parts of the skin that can be seen, that was glowing slightly.

What the frick?!

He smacks himself, write a quick note with the key and quickly get out of there.

Dammit Rattles! First, the mission. Now this!

Got back to the van to drop it and Blitz off to his apartment.

The whole drive he couldn't stop thinking about it. He growled getting slightly frustrated. Almost missed the apartment.

He grabs Blitz and carried him over his shoulders into the apartment complex.

He was much very taken back seeing the photos of them on the wall. Along with lots of doodle. A few had Blitz face sharpie and covered out. But a few recent ones he notices haven't got it.

About to knock on Luna door had a note she was out. Oh, right she mentions that in the office.

He goes to lay Blitz on the couch. Grab a blanket and horse plush near for him. Stare at him and pat his shoulder. Let a small note, along with his car keys, for him as well that was almost similar to Stolas.

"Will, talk about this another time sir." 

It explains why he never let them come over now.

Leaves the apartment complex and began to walk back home. Mind deep in thought what happen really the past few hours. The mission, Striker remarks, Verosika, Fizz pulling that stunt on the stage, almost forgetting at the bar and now all this.

"Hey cutie what to hang with us."

Now what? Stop and glance see a couple of incubus together walking.

Do see them along with Succubus hellhounds and occasionally other hellborns in Imp City. So, it wasn't too weird besides wondering why not be elsewhere in Pride.

  "No." Then continued on ward. Fingers twitch in his pockets as he can hear them follow him.

"Oh, come on what the rush. Want to have a little fun."

"My fun done for the night."

"Hey, we can make it better."

"Yeah, if you're feeling down, we can feel you back up."

"Aww look at his little glasses."

"Bet they be hot sliding off along with his zipper."

"Will be very gentle."

"No."

"Come now don't be selfish. You're going to have that body for the rest of your life and we just want one night."

"Maybe again. Who knows? The silent ones can be fun."

"I said no. Get that in your thick skulls and lay off that perfume. Should check all of your eyes with all that winking." Wave his hand away from the disgusting smell and kept walking.

Then someone grab his ponytail and let out a startled hiss.

"Hey you little pipsqueak don't walk away- "

Moxxie grabs the wrist tightly and ripped it off his hair. Raise his leg up and kick him in the chest. He was flying into his buddies. All the fly in the air like a pile of bowling pins.

"Don't touch me."

All the groan to give a real answer.

Snarl and kept walking away from them. Yep, he just going to sew. Don't need to get nasty and hissy with the fluff balls. Could start finding that profile on that snake and his egg minions? Children? Snacks?

Kept walking and didn't realize. Or no longer paying attention. As the incubus screams were cut off as wrath rats rain down on them and pull them into the alleyway.

Only they can torture and kill the strange Imp!

Glance back and see they were gone. He shrugs and continue walking back home.

He should have some hot chocolate at home.

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Done!

Yeah, those guys are bye, bye.

Striker and the others are not going to know what happen when they got drunk. Haha!

Poor Blitz.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!