Chapter 119

Here we go!

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, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

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Puppet (M)

He stares at the contact. The ups and downs going through his head.

DING!

Walk out of the elevator to head outside. Go to his car as he goes to the back. Motion the driver to drive. He stares at his phone only putting it up when he goes in and out a few buildings for a meeting. Until he made it home. Just kept it there on the side by him.

"Dad."

"Yes, Via." Looking back at my daughter. The pair in the kitchen eating lunch. The two haven't been using the dining room of late. Which felt fine for the two of them.

"You and Puppet." She twirled the fork around. "Are you both still on radio silence?"

Right.

"Yes, we are." Look back at the phone. "Have you talk with them?"

"No. I mean. We texted but nothing new. At least whatever it is with you two."

"Oh, well that's good." Good not fully ignoring her. His daughter doesn't need that. It still hurts. Yet, they haven't tried either on their part. Give them the space.

"Call him."

"Huh?" Stolas stared at his daughter eating.

"Call him." Octavia bites into her salad with a crouton.

"Via it's not that easy." He stares back down at the name.

Stolas did tell Octavia to a certain extent why he wasn't called Puppet. He didn't tell her the whole Puppet/Moxxie was dating Striker. Along with threatening them.

He did tell her. That her mother sent the assassin at him. Told her the day he was released from the hospital. It was a serious talk. One he didn't want to do. Yet, it was needed. Even if he was still angry at other stuff. If he wanted to protect his daughter. He will tell her his side. Even if it pains him.

It was a lot that day. While Octavia may not have been that close to her mother. Began to notice a pattern of how her father really took care of her a lot. Even Puppet was help out compared to her. While Stella it was just image. Even if there were small moments. Gave her tiny hope. She didn't think she would go this far. Let alone do something so stupid. Did she even care how Octavia would feel about this? Or how it would have affected her.

Yes, Octavia knows Hell is cruel. Didn't expect it'll be this cruel. Even though she began to see the signs. Or how at least other Goetias treated those not of royalty. Unless talking behind the other back. It still hurts. Like she hopes there was a silver line of chance her mother had some decency left. Now it's just gone.

Anger, resentment, and disappointment.

Didn't want to go back to her uncle's home on the weekend after this. Well, even before I didn't want to keep going. Now after all this, and when the divorce trials are done. Already made her final decision where she will stay. Knew it would not be pleasant. As of now I just don't care.

Octavia had this feeling there was just other stuff that happened.

"If they don't answer then text them. Or leave a voicemail." Took a sip of her soda. "You still talk with Loona old man. Whatever that all is now."

"That is different."

"How?"

"It's just. Blitz and I. Puppet." He took a deep breath. Blitz was complicated before talking about emotions. Let alone issues. Today was like a first for both of them to talk. Talk like friends. At least listen. There were feelings he has gotten that he doesn't know what to do.

Puppet was extra complicated even after knowing them longer. Then for those thoughts to come back again.

"Just try Dad. I don't like it. You don't like it either."

"I don't either." He then smiles a bit as he looks back at his daughter. "I'll deal with it soon. How were today lessons?"

"Easy."

As the pair finished up, both went to do their own things. Octavia went to her room. Stolas goes to his office to do a bit of paperwork. He looks back at the phone. Reach out to touch it.

Fuck it.

RING!

Please.

RING!

Please pick it up.

RI-CLICK!

"Puppet. Hello."

Silence besides small breathing.

"I um heard you will be working business outside for a while. I wanted to talk with you. It's been a while since, since the hospital room." Take it slow. "Listen I. I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy you at least answer. But...But...I'm so sorry that day."

Don't stop. Keep talking. Don't be silent like many others try to make you.

"I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have threatened you."

Silence.

"You were also hurt that day. I can understand a bit of that pain. Even just a little bit being hurt, ashamed, or wondering why. Why did this have to happen to me? You just wanted to not just help them but me as well. I wanted to think that. I really did but I couldn't. No, I wouldn't."

Stare down at their desk. Words of documents after documents spread around. Give him an idea. Or clue to clean this up. Go back again. It was so damn foolish. Another mistake messing up like with Blitz.

Broke one trust with the mask.

Broke your daughter promise with the stars.

Didn't want to hurt either of these two.

Yet, he did. But he can't back down from his own pain either.

"But I just can't forget what he tried to do to me. How he threatened and was close. So, damn close to killing me." Touch his shoulder. "Killing me, or your team. Make your choice. About my daughter. I can't forgive or forget that. My daughter would have been alone. She doesn't deserve that after I made that promise too, not just her. But you made a promise to me. Remember that promise?"

Silence.

Stolas clench his eyes shut. This silence he hates it. Just please talk to him. Even just yelling at him. A scratchy remark. Anything!

"Don't leave your daughter. She still needs her doofus of a father Frogmouth."

Let out a choke. Gosh he felt ready to cry. Just hearing their voice. Even that stupid nickname. So, relieved to hear it again. "I can do that. I still want to do that. I still..."

I still don't want to be alone without you.

Clutch their eyes tightly. "I'm sorry I threaten you. But I'm not going to apologize for the rest."

"I will not forget or forgive him for that Stolas. It didn't mean I forgot how it hurt all of you."

A little breath of relief.

"But I can't accept your apology. I can accept your anger. How you don't want to forgive him. I get that. I will not be dismissed from that. Could have done that talk better really. I just can't with your apology like that."

"I didn't. No, no Moxxie I wasn't trying to. I'm so sorry I would never- "Fuck, sake.

"Do YOU understand? Because that is my final and last warning Stolas. I don't want to keep doing this. Especially with you who I considered an fr...I've got hang up right now."

"I want us both to talk about this. Not over the phone. Can we do that when you come back?"

"...Will talk later...Bye Frogmouth."

CLICK.

Stolas lower the phone down. He stares at the screen. A tear drop fell on it. Then suddenly a little giggle slips out. Touch his face as he lays his head against his talons. Another giggle.

"Later...They said later. That's mean, yes.... I haven't. I haven't lost them yet.... Call me that ridiculous name."

He can't risk it.

BZZZT!

Stare down at his phone. The giggle stopped as a cold looked past his face. The caller ID is showing ICE Prick. Clench his fist. Already have an idea or two what another useless talk about.

He is also not going to lose his daughter to them.

Moxxie stare at the phone as they hung up. Press their face against the screen as they take a deep breath.

Just keep going. Think about it later. It's a step. A warning steps.

Do it for-

DING.

Twitch. Stare at the timer he put in. To give them a break time. Got out the 'break room' and went back to the office with their folder. Waits as the door opens.

Soon, an aquatic hellborn auditor returns. They smile with a twitch. These auditors are beginning to really despise this imp. Why? They are damn good at organizing and somehow this IMP is still standing.

Moxxie yawns out of boredom

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