Chapter 152

We have got another one for you!

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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Of all the places to go on their day off they go to Greed.

Well, there was a reason. Finish it early and hope someone checks it. Or not steal it. Out of their hands now. Right now, it is wasting time as it looks.

The imp was in different attire. They were wearing that high school hoodie that faded so they couldn't see the rat as much. Scarf tuck underneath. Baggy pants. Usually wraps, paddings and gloves. Still, in those contacts. Well, one contact. Should really see about getting another one. A mask. Not one of their normal full-face masks. Just one of those masks you would see like health care workers wear. Just designs of teeth pattern stitch in the black material. Show that feral side.

Along with to not inhale whatever smug that may still be here. Not like it can do anything to them. Or maybe it could but haven't noticed.

Moxxie very silent. Just looking at the water. While their minds argue back and forth very loudly. He was sitting down in the trash. Eyes looking at the disgusting water. Even with the mint green skies shining over to show it was morning. It still couldn't help hide the revolting water

He wonders if the waters here in Greed were ever nice. No, trash, pollution, acid, dead bodies and secrets. Well, that last part may have been there first. He wonders if the 'nice' areas' water is any better. Maybe less problems for bacterial diseases.

They are really beginning to dislike this place. How anyone can like it here is beyond them. But some of them wouldn't have complained if they lived here too. Away from the anti-void.

Mind flicked to that open white space but shook it away. Glance to the side of a spot.

At the same spot they murder Grillo.

Stare at it for a very long time. Wonder if there was any blood left that stained the ground. Would the trash keep it covered? Or when the waters rise all the up will drag the trash off with anything else. Unless it already did happen and this is all new stuff under the docks.

It doesn't matter.

Mind went back to Grillo body when no life left. Stab their eyes each time. Then his neck. Tore him to pieces, after pieces.  It felt like hours but it was only a few minutes just losing it. Then the extra time to put them in the save box to deal with them later. Climb those boats back up with no problem, along with found the gun. Then in a snap the force took control of their emotions. To make themselves hold on just a bit longer around everyone until they went home to breakdown. After that rip into Grillo body again. Use the scorpion's own blood to write on the cover of that photo album. Murder fitting. Force to put the picture back of the non-prom to give some clues. But not the one with them and Reyna.

Left it for Medea outside the back with no clue it was them.

Anything to help but be far away from the mess. To not be part of the ones who were lucky to survive. How it felt unfair. Everyone in that photo album is dead. Besides two.

They just want to keep the good memories. The decent ones about Reyna. Grillo and anyone else that day to not be a part of it. Wants nothing to do with personally. Striker a different matter with his time with them.  A time the hybrid wants to forget and that haunts him. If only maybe they pushed sooner with the questions. If they gone out to find them. If they just search. Done something. Anything!

Arms wrapped around themselves tightly thinking about Striker. Tail wrapped up around himself. He just wants to hold Striker badly. That one meet, well two, with Grillo ruin so much and took a lot from him. But Striker was with the bandits longer. All most got killed. Practically hunt any down.

Then went after to nobles like the owl who have the feels for you.

Sharp nails dig deeply into his arm. No, it was just an observation guess from Esme. That's it! Stolas doesn't like him like that. Blitz doesn't like him like that.

No, way Stolas AND Blitz want him.

Peak sakes those two finally able to have something nice and work something out. Will admit at the beginning with the whole original deal. That this was horrible. Both of them were horrible for the other that brought about changes of events in different ways. Hurt those too like Octavia.

Changes that were bad. Changes that hurt the pair of them in different ways.  They were there for both of them at a breaking point. Which resulted in kisses and their mask taken off. Okay stop it from going back there now.

So, why risk it with a third? Why risk it with them? Why risk it over something they wouldn't return back? What if it was nothing serious and just fling? Toss them away to focus on each other. Not their pathetic self.

Why does that actually hurt?

Wish they didn't ask Esme. Work is going to be so awkward. Or they see Stolas in space. Just don't focus on it. Focus on something else. Focus on what needs to be done, fixed and taken care of when you leave IMP.

Your plan.

Try to focus on that.

"Hey you! You're on mafia turf!"

Glance down below at whoever is talking. Some sharks that seems recognizable.

"Look you may not know it but this is the big man turf. So, probably should go before you know what good for y-Are you ignoring me?

Should talk with Millie again. She really did seem hurt about them leaving. They got to admit the two were great teams. Didn't want her to feel responsible being held back. Know what maybe tomorrow. Do something fun together?

"Are you really ignoring me? That's not cool."

They swear if Sallie sends another cry GIF about being a bore not going to a party. Going to break the phone. Great now got Blitz in the chain to do it. Loona just sending cry gif flipping them off. Yep, okay someone must have taken her phone to do that.

"All right I'll admit not their turf but um still turf! Well, Mammon turf. Still, free range!"

Why did Stolas send a text about a talk tonight? Along with asking if Dr. Medea bi polar? They're not doctors, how will they know? Know what stupid question. A CHECK. When was the last time they done a CHECK?

"1...2.... fuck it I warn you-Huh? What? Why isn't it shooting? Fuck, dammit those scammers!"

Okay seriously why is he still bothering them? Glance down below to see the hell born wave the pistol around. Then let out a frustrated growl as he throws it to a wall. Roll their eyes. Wow really can't take care of a gun. Oh, look at their climbing up.

"Get down here now!"

Moxxie just stood up and casually slid down the stunned, familiar looking shark. Walk back over to the gun. Pick it up. A M1911. Look a bit worn. Still, it could be workable if handled correctly. Not thrown like a toy. Then see the bullet stuck in the muzzle.

Those 'scammers' really got them good.

"OUCH!"

Or the guy uneducated with guns. Glance back at the shark. Sees them a bit better now. Eyes widen slightly.

"Stay right there you little" Quinten pants blinked seeing them better. The skeleton hand shark ready to snap.

Motion the gun. "I'm fixing this?"

"Eh?"

Fifteen minutes later after getting out.

Quinten taking a slow sip of the shake. He watches the imp tearing his gun apart. The pair of them outside one of the places that look all right on the docks selling food and treats. Not complaining as the imp bought them a shake, some fries and the pair just chilling at some table.

"So, why are you doing this again?" Watch them wearily. Felt out of place just letting have their weapon. Then again probably not taking them seriously being in mafia with their casual clothing.

"Distraction." Finally got the last part out. Barely touch their drink. A small tool kit out by them. Look back at the gun after removing the parts. Parts laying out on the rag. Including the extra ammo.

"No work?"

"Right back at you."

"Touche." Dramatically sigh against the chair. "Hey um no hard feelings down there you know? Sometimes you can find valuables in those spots like the warehouse dumps/. Didn't get a chance last week after clown pageant shin ding."

Pick up the barrel with the stuck bullet. "When you get this fix?"

So, much for talking. Straight to business. Not that he minds "I got it picked up yesterday. The sights gave me issues."

"That's it?"

"May or may not have a bit of issues." Quinten goes back to drinking his shake.

"Issue just became problematic."

"Not my usual one I go to. But I was in a rush." You should expect you to know this kind of shit. Sure, many do some cleaning after a big heist or shoot down. Can get one the others to look it over. He knows his fair share but missed it. Or trouble because of their hands.

"No, gunsmith?"

"If we had one wouldn't be much an issue." Probably would if they had the money or threatened them.

"So, a loose, win or scam."

"Maybe death too. One time some guy mouthing off in their resume being good. Some of them didn't like that along with not getting their money back. Learn the hard way." Lay their head down and twirl a fry a bit.

A lot of hard ways and days lately. Like that disaster at the warehouse. Crim was ready to kill all of them. Even them for not being part of it. Really did think they were about to go big with not just Fizz as a hostage. IMP boss was there and it became an issue. Escaped the whole lot did with some surprised driver.

Eyes focus. Pull out a punch. A small muttered on the option. Pull a small flashlight back over to look through the barrel again. The inside of the walls. Pull out a brass punch. Study the size to see if the rod fits. In luck as they were carrying the right size for the barrel in their kit. Will be slight challenge since they would have done other things beforehand. Double check if he should file it or not. "Really did a number on this one."

The shark shrugged a bit. While he was watching them. Sure, he seen others a couple of times fix guns. Cleaning them. Or complain about parts. Demand to be left alone. This actually looks fascinating to watch. A bonus not being yelled at to be left alone. "You're really good at this."

"Your fries are being stolen."

"What?" Look down to see if the fries are gone. Look over to see some squirrels take them. "Hey! You cyclops gimmie those back!"

Relook back at the springs as Quinten chases those squirrels.

Five minutes later.

"Little bastereds." He huffed as he went back to his seat.  Then notice his drink gone. "What happened to my shake?

Moxxie says nothing but their tail pointed at another squirrel running on the rails with it. Quinten gapped.

"Why didn't you stop them?" A small pout.

"Busy." They kept cleaning while they started to put one part back after another. Their tail pushes their drink towards them.

Swipe the drink and take a long sip. What? They offered. Glance to the side of a car driving pass by. Huh very fancy. Wow pity came to this area. Would have been jumping at the other part of town. "Guess the elite taking a short cut this way?"

"This isn't a road?" Still focused and almost got it done.

"Eh certain part turns to get to the road and- "

"YOU!"

Both turned to the car. The window was down in the back seat to see a twitching face.

Quinten points at themselves while they're still sipping their drink.

"Not you manicure claws! That one!" Andrealphus points at the imp.

Why is he in Greed you may be wondering? Oh, simple. Do some shopping. Get distracted. Make some plans and get out of the house before they turn their dear, little idiot sister into an icicle!

The fool actually hired another assassin. One that failed. But that's despised the point. She went against his order. Told her not to do anything. He gave her a week to stay somewhere and not back at his home. He can't deal with her right now.

So, in Greed. Maybe not the best time to be here right now after that whole clown pageant. King Asmodeus actually with their imp host. Thought the pair were just being a couple as that perfect team for lust.

Team of partners in love.

A field day of talk with that has been. It did help their distraction a bit about Stella. Only slightly. Talk about how much the embodiment of Lust would dare do such a thing. The words that would be spread. Reputation that will be ruined.

At the end all them will be cowards to not say it to the King. As he still a sin first. Sin first. Goetia second.

But why an imp?

First, with Stolas.

Now with Asmodeus. Okay maybe not to surprise about him. The past of many bed mates. Even stories before Andrealphus were even thought about to be an egg. A bed mate for fun they can see it happen.

Yet, for a Goetia it's just no. Even if there are few who have talked about such fantasies. May have heard a few. Such juicy details. It just talks the less. Nobody would dare do a thing. Unless you're really good at hiding secrets and don't show it.

The peacock really does wonder what will happen. Will Asmodeus be in trouble with the other sins? Will they care as long as it doesn't mess with work? Mammon going to be raising prices for a while that for sure since their talk about a lawsuit. Along with talk of some new brand of the new clown faces.

Andrealphus sighs as he looks out the window. The car was driving slowly since safety. Along with not wanting the car to be flipped over into the docks. Really should put rails in this spot. Glance out the window.

Just in a snap saw them at some table with a shark. Would have waved it off. Maybe wonder if he lost it as their eyes didn't look the same. The hoodie. The mask.

That little hussy looks in their eyes.

"I recognize that bored look! Stolas not saving your ass this time!"

BANG!

"Did you just shoot my wheel?!"

"Yes."

"I um better go. Oh! Here!"

"Huh?" Suddenly they were given a card. Why is he carrying these cards with his phone number?

"Thanks for the fix up and meal! If you survive this! Call and I can pay you back!" The mafia members zoom away. Nope, not going to die from this. That imp really lost it going after a Goetia like that. Sure, maybe Crimson would have but with extra power and right supplies.

Hope the kid survives. Look like they really seem to know their kind of work with a gun.

"Ha! Your friend just left you!"

"They're not my friend."

"Then why were you hanging out with them?"

"Fix their gun. Look at that no bullet stuck this time." Stare the wheel losing air. "Should get that fix Yeti."

"I knew it was you! You owe me two apologies now you bitch!"

"No, to the first. Yes, to the second."

"Stay right there! I'm going over there slap your f- "Open the door and on cue slip on a beer can. Face flat to the ground.

This was kind of pathetic to look at.

"Did you kill my boss?" the driver asked with their head stuck out on the driver's side.

"Nope."

"Well, get him in the car." Jump out quickly. Get to the trunk.

"Why?"

"I would like to have a job thank you very much!"

"Why don't you do it?"

"Because I have to fix the wheel! That you shot!"

Okay that was on them. Look at the tall avian. Pick the peacock up and put them back in the car. Getting out of the way as the driver was working fast. Seat belt on. Safety first. Close the door. Look back at the driver finishing up. "Um hey."

"What?" The driver snarled and noticed the money.

"Um for wasting your time."

The driver huffed as they took the money. Count it. Put it in their pocket. "Should be lucky he not awake or else you're in serious trouble-Are you seriously walking away!"

"Tell the Yeti to watch their surrounding better." Not bothered staying here anymore and leave this ring. No problem, as they got to the elevator to ride back to Pride. Maybe later I will call Bombproof. Actually, they should talk to Madre about letting them stay for a while. She can go spend a few days with Ivy.

Buzz!

Pull their phone out to check a new message.

We need to talk. Can you come to our spot in an hour?

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Done!

We got a Quinten! The depressed shark ran away! Can't blame him! Hey got their gun fix and free snacks. But hey got to see him!

We got an Andrealphus! A bit disturbing just noticing that look from Moxxie. Really got it out for them. Sleep well Yeti!

We got Moxxie! Who a roller coaster of issues and feels they're not sure what to do!

We got a text!

What will happen?

Any questions?

Until next happen

Bye, bye!