Chapter 132

Let's 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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"Yeah, sure I can do that."

"You sure?"

"I got nothing this weekend. You're going to be busy."

"I know. I know. I just- "

"It's fine. Plus, excuse besides just well that."

"All right."

"Yes and- "

"Mox that better be a business call!"

Moxxie pull away from the cellphone. Sent Blitz their natural look. "That paper on that desk better have been signed."

"Hey!"

"You're the one who requested it. You sign it." Would it be petty to point out the many non-work-related calls he has made? Same with others. But that would be considered a jerk move. Right?

"For fuck's sake you can just forged it!"

"That's illegal."

"That's illegal." Blitz mocked back as he rolled their eyes. "Who going to bothered to use that against a court room?"

"Your ex across the room. Since both of you are so petty to make sure the other will lose."

Blitz open and close their mouth. Open their mouth again. Close. Turn back around as they grumble to themselves. "Smartass piece of- "

Moxxie held back a sigh.

"Someone annoyed."

"It has been a very busy for him." Moxxie muttered as they glanced back at the computer.

"So? He can sign a few papers."

"Yeah." Only of it was that easy Madre besides force. A small as they rubbed their face. "Did you check for me?"

"Yes, along with Ivy friend opinion. They think your boss should go for it."

"Thanks." Glance at the door. "Now can only get him to seriously listen."

"Have you- "

"No... No, not yet." Tap the table a bit. Push the thoughts away. "I'll come this weekend. Don't worry about its Madre."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"All right. Talk to you soon Mox."

"You too Madre." Hangs up. Goes back to checking the client list. "Blitz remembers a client coming in at 1."

"Finally!" Blitz shouted on the other side of the door. Ready to go slay somebody.

Yep, another day at IMP. Besides Blitz having a shouting contest against Verosika.

Every. Single. Day.

The last two weeks mind you!

Sure, Millie, Loona and Sallie don't seem to mind the next door. Once they're out of the popstar stage phase. Just small talk if their all in the kitchen. Kind of fun.

Moxxie smack too many hands with their tail this week. Ready to pull out the gun along with a lesson about the word 'no'.

Stubborn lot till they realized how serious Moxxie was when Josh picks them up from behind in the kitchen, lounge one day.

Try to get 'touchy'.

Which resulted in a screech, ready to slam his head down the sink and took half of IMP along with Vortex to separate the pair. Chocolate afterwards. Josh was lucky since everyone was close by or it could have gotten way worse.

Blitz was furious.

"I should have let them just kill them! They said no! They hate being touched! They warn you! We warn you! Heck your bodyguard warned you! I warn you! ME! You're lucky he only came out the way they did!" Blitz snarled at Verosika.

"Wow looks at you! Like you so innocent and- "

"This isn't about me! This is about you and your lot to respect fucken boundaries with my employees! If Millie and Sallie join in flirting. Fine their choice even if I hate it! Especially with my kid. But Moxxie told you all so fucken many times now!" Thrust a finger at her shock face. "So, you and those hungry fuckers stay the fuck away from my employee!"

The next day there was a surprise as Josh, with Ace close by, came over. Vortex behind the pair to keep an eye as well. Too apologize. Moxxie just told them to watch it next time. Since next time someone might not be there to stop him.

The threat is clearly there.

So, yeah Verosika crew stayed away from Moxxie. Even the other imps that resulted with no talking those last few days. The only one not ignored was Vortex.

Besides that, we have had a few clients in the past week. Study the resume of Loona friend. A lot of talk about that. Finished paperwork, a few guns to be fixed up and shouldn't be an issue when they head out.

Where are they going?

To Wrath for business.

What kind of business?

Bombproof neighs as they try to take some bloody carrots from Moxxie hand,

"One buddy. Can't let you have too many when we go over." Moxxie chuckles as he nuzzles the horse's face.

Came in yesterday to Wrath. Got to spend time with Madre and the animals. Today Moxxie was going to bring Bombproof to the vet. Maria couldn't as she, along with another of her employees, was going to be delivering two crates of Whiskey. It was for an event that was a little far away. It would probably take all day.

Bombproof kick the ground a bit. Let out a loud neigh as Crucible comes over to take one.

"They can have one too you greedy beast." Moxxie snort as he hands the donkey one. He really appreciates it. Then pat the disguise Bolt coming over with a dead rat. "You're enjoying that too much."

Bolt tail wagged as they played with the dead rat.

The little imp starts to get Bombproof ready to go see the vet. It was just a physical checkup. Can actually take a long time. Double checking everything before getting on. Wore some boots that good for their feet type. Plus, it can work well with the stirrups on the saddle. Their boots get secured and there are no issues if they slip out. Wave goodbye to the others and tap the side of Bombproof. Then they were off.

Moxxie honestly misses this.

Relax as they listen to the hooves hitting the ground. The feel of the wind and the warmth coming off the mane. Just to even feel this powerful beast muscle underneath them as they just gallop away. Their scarf, coat and their ponytail being lifted up from the wind. Fluttering like a banner. Bombproof neighing in excitement to be free. Be able to run again.

Maria tries to ride Bombproof as much she can. Can be physically demanding. Moxxie will, when using the portal, do as much they can. Just never a far distance.

Now here they are running in the dusty landscape of nature. The both of them together.

All of this running to go to visit the vet.

Moxxie pat Bombproof neck. "Faster Bomb?"

Bombproof neighs as their eyes glowing like their mane.

"That's big yes." Moxxie smile widened and patted again. "Go right ahead!"

Bombproof gladly did just that.

Soon, the pair arrived in town. Goes to the vet clinic connected to a decent size barn. Check Bombproof in. Moxxie getting the reins off them. Shown which fence to put them in and wait. Paper work too since Bombproof came to this one once when they were younger for a visit.

Bombproof is already terrifying the helpers as they wait in the fence gate.

"They'll be fine." Moxxie outside leaning against the fence. Just finished signing a few papers on a clipboard as they read them over. While looking over other papers from past vets that Bombproof went to see.

Striker was very organized on that.

Eyes sadden a little. Push it back to focus back on track. While ignoring a helper that got kicked over the fence. Move their head a bit as Bombproof lean over the fence and nip their horse." Yes, yes, I'm such a bad guardian worrying about your health."

Bombproof neighs like they are agreeing with them.

"Drama King."

The fiery horse purposely knocks their glasses off.

"Jerk." Twitch at the horse as they move away. At that point Bombproof started to act well wild.

Like not if danger was approaching. Or ready to tear someone head up. It was a little confusing as it sounded like excitement? Or messing with them like they were laughing at them. But Moxxie kind of picked what the horses 'laugh' was like. So, what was going on?

Small confusion as their eyes narrowed. Put the clipboard, and the other paperwork, in their arms to be held.

A pair of boots came into their view.

A hand reaches down to pick their glasses up. Were they cleaning them? The glasses were offered to them. Blinka bit as they reach at to take them back. Put them on as they look up. "Thank- "

Drop the paperwork.

A dark gray duster trench coat. A dusty brown shirt with a dark gray vest underneath. Dark brown pants. The coat was close but did open up to see two belts with holsters holding pistols. Dark brown leather boots. A dirty red bandana covered their face. A gray-sun hat lifted up a bit to not see their horns in time. Strands of ivory hair that look longer. Bright yellow eyes with green spirals look down at them.

Open their mouth about to say something. Until a gloved hand covered their mouth fast. Their eyes widen as they watch the other eyes looking around. Observing? Then they shook their head no. Then help them off the ground. Pull their hand away fast when a pair of feet approach.

"Is the paperwork done?" The vet asked Moxxie.

Moxxie look at the vet. Then back to the figure petting Bombproof. Their serpent eyes look content, tired but very pleased. Bombproof trying to nip their horns. That earn annoyed grunt but still pet them.

"Mo- "

"Here." Put the clipboard to their chest.

"All right will get to checking them up and-I don't remember? You a new helper?" The vet looks at the one petting Bombproof.

Moxxie watch how they pulled away to walk to the Vet. Stare to see their back along with a familiar tail. Not sure what they were doing as they blocked the view. But when they step to the side the vet looks a bit shaken.

"R-Right carry on! Um Moxxie will get Bombproof checkup right up. Just if you like to come back in a hour or two."

Open and close their mouth. One wanting to stay for Bombproof stake. But two. What the fuck going on? Their hand was suddenly grabbed by the other. Practically being dragged away. Stumble a bit from their footing. Next, the thing they see looks like a storage building. Push inside the building fast. Turn to see them had their head out the door. Until they pull back inside. Close the door firmly. Then turn to look at them.

Pure silence.

The taller one walk up to Moxxie as they just stood, they're with a wide eye look. Stop close to arm length apart. Reach out to their face. Stop a few seconds. Then pull the bandana down.

It was Striker.

He looks like he has gotten a bit older. It wasn't bad. He just looks like he just been outside a lot than usual. Either from the physical change, how dusty the clothes look. Even the hair was wild. The black mustache is a bit unkept. A familiar smirk starts to spread to see sharp teeth with that gold tooth.

"You look like crap Critter."

But still the same smug asshole.

"Is that some gray I'm seeing or just a new aesthetic look Rattles?"

Striker lunges out to pick Moxxie up. Lift them up high against the wall. To be close to eye level. Reach out to lower that scarf down to see the rest of their face. Their lips finally met after months of separation.

Moxxie wrapped their arms around their neck. Their ivory hair indeed grew a bit past their shoulders and wild. The smaller of the two pulled the bigger one against him.

Striker had one hand holding a smaller face. Just caressed and touched their cheeks. The other arm was wrapped firmly around them. Not letting go of them as he held them against the wall. Striker fingers tighten in possessive grip. Keep them right here with him.

Until they both had to pull away for air.

The two pull away gasping for air. While keeping their gazes locked on to the other.

Moxxie pulls them back to just hold them. Their faces pressed to the side of their neck. Doesn't even care if their glasses could break. Or how the make-up could be smudged up.

He is alive.

He is alive.

Fuck, he was alive.

He is not dead.

He not locks up.

Unaware their tail just wagging. Try to reach over to reach their own. As if they knew his tail rattles uncontrollably. Began to coil around the tail. Tight but not uncomfortable.

Striker let out a pleased hiss as he rests his chin on top of their head. Kept them close to be held. Just relax in their hug. While they ran their fingerless gloved claws in the white locks. Nuzzle parts of their hair along with the horns. 

"I'm here. I'm here my Critter."

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Done!

That right! Look who we got to see each other again! Along with making sure to insult the other. Gotta loves it.

Verosika and her crew got to watch out.

The helpers should be all right with Bombproof.

Will see about a drawing soon of their current look.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!