Chapter 24

Another 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, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

Voices/flashback/Text

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Senior Year you know what that means.

You're almost out! Yes! Will be gone from the school. Either you stayed, survive, only got broken, injured, or drop out. There are other things than escaping the hellish years of the teenage years. That last for years. Like some of the few good moments many can agreed on. Well, just depending on who you are talking to.

Dances.

Aka Prom time!

Moxxie never understood them. Let alone things like Homecoming and Prom. Even big parties that have dancing to it. Even when he watched a few dances from Undernovela he found it odd. Sure, when he went to Dancetale it was part of their life. But he never understood it. Could see the uses like balance, speed and in way to fight. So, he guesses he done it before like that with his strings. But to dance for fun? Try it once and it felt humiliating.

So, no he is not going to his school Prom. Did even go to junior one.

"Come on Mox."

"I don't see why you're the ones complaining. You will be busy." Moxxie talking with Millie over the phone as he looks through some paperwork. A bunch of papers all around. Okay, where did all this come from?

"You could still go and like have some fun." Millie sitting at the chair of the kitchen table. As a pocket knife out and cutting an apple.

"My definition of fun is different to my classmates."

"But it your last year of high school?"

"And I still had fun not going to the others."

"You went to ours."

"Because I lost a bet and we went as a group of single maniacs."

Along with meeting Millie and Sallie folks last year. Yeah, that was awkward and I can feel the judgement stare of the parents. Well, they did kind of lie about him being a female. Half lie? 1/3 lie? Still was respectful as one can be towards the parents. He did have a bit of fun at the dance. Couldn't go to theirs this year since he was out of town with Madre. Plus, Millie, Sallie was already asked. So, no point being a single third wheel with the dates.

"It was fun." Millie giggles.

"Besides it is already a week away. Don't have anything to wear."

"Could wear that dress." Millie suggested.

"You're almost as bad as Madre." Moxxie rolled his eyes as he could hear a giggle.

He has been doing some clothing experiments. He just was trying out some female clothes. Just to make sure it fits okay! He wasn't sure how to really feel. Even back as Error really didn't have a moment to this besides look at clothes that just interest him. Remember that pink boa he just was goofing off. Then word got out, and was teased about it. Didn't again after that. One of those questionable moments and doubts. He liked it but it wasn't his style for a skit if he were to wear it. His Madre walked in on that.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Moxxie look calm but inside screaming. He shouldn't be worried! But he was. Just worried about being judged. Ready to jump out the window. Maybe I could find a black hole? That might work!

"That skirt better be longer Moxxie or wearing some kind of shorts underneath."

"Madre! This isn't for me!"

"I don't care. Your still young, and I can say no to that if you did wear it."

Yeah, so at least he found out she didn't care what he wore. Well, sort of for his age group only. It was so embarrassing. Yet, I felt relief of no judgment to that. Then again, they also had that talk a while back.

Never again along with Dr. Medea must have been the one to make those bloody slide shows!

Then Sallie, Millie found out. They were vicious with shopping and trying out clothes. He thinks it is worse with Maria too. All three of them together are hectic. Along with putting his hoof down on many choices they try to throw at him.

"I should be the top bad!" Millie yelled over the phone.

"I don't know your sister almost beating you there."

"I'll remember that." Hears a sigh over the phone. "I do wish we could have gone with you. Show those blind idiots."

"They'll be too busy looking at you both."

"Stop it. You're a catch."

Moxxie snorted at that. Him? A catch? That doesn't go together in a sentence. "Whatever makes you sleep at night?"

"So, what you going to do then?"

"I'll think of something. Madre going to be out of town so I'll have the place to myself."

"Lucky getting the place alone."

"I think the rodents would be offended if you forgot them. Especially the no eye one."

"That one still alive!"

Millie came by to their home one day. It was a no school day. She wanted to hangout. So, well he picked her up and took her to his home. Already went to their house at that time anyway. He had to finish up some chores getting the vegetables so she helped out. Millie had a bit of a fight with one rat when she was helping pull out a carrot. Well, it got a bit chaotic when it bit Millie. She didn't like it and threw it. Lost the eye from some tools she threw the rat at. Millie got to get some shots from that rat. So, those two became enemies.

"Yep."

"Little bastered!"

"A girl."

"Little bitch!"

"Yes, yes."

"I'll kill her one day I swear!"

"Good luck she a smart one." Smart like Whistler, Bombproof. Doesn't attack head on besides that day and avoids the blaster pup.

"Don't be nice to the enemy!"

"Just pointing it out."

They talked a bit longer till Millie had to leave.

Moxxie looks through all his work. Some of them like outfit order to work on next week at the shop. Some gun notes to look over. A music piece they have been looking over. In the mess was even their space notebook. That shouldn't be here. Put it back in their inventory.

Can't believe how much work he focuses on. Work that makes him happy. His hobbies he enjoys.

He rubs his forehead and leans back against the chair. He sort of does have an idea what he kind of wants to do after graduating. It stuffs he talked about with Maria too. At the end it was their choice. I want them to be happy.

It was a talk he and Madre talked about. She wants him to be happy and make his own choice. You think he is used to that by now.

Great now he overthinking stuff again.

Moxxie gets up and stretches a bit. He was done for the day and can deal with it later. There was a chocolate shake calling for his name.

School week went by fast. The last school year in general. He likes it even if there have been many memorable moments right now everyone excited for Prom. Lots of plans, dates, still shopping, stealing beer, questionable area students going to go to a before and after party to have fun. Probably pranks and property get destroyed. Votes for king and queen. Rat proof areas if they somehow sneak in. Along with rabbits. You know prom stuff. A short school week too.

Moxxie ready to relax at home.

"Alright I should be back that night or early morning." Maria tells Moxxie as she puts her bag up front with her in the truck. Sees Moxxie put some of her whiskey crates in the tuck along with vegetables to be delivered.

"Okay."

"You all good?"

Moxxie gives her a thumbs up.

Maria gave him a hug. "Look if you do get bored. Go have some fun, okay? It is Prom week."

"I'll be fine Madre. Just want to relax."

Moxxie did help in the back a lot since there were dresses, even some suits to be altered. The gals would get very busy around this time. So, it was good to have extra hands. Did find it a bit funny over these years no one won't realize they are the ones working on clothes like these. But hey less they know the better off his back.

Along the way he also thinks he just became a therapist to Stolas as he was drunk one visit complaining about his wife. Like full out complaint along with anger seem to seeping out. Started to transform halfway. Yeah, that felt awkward and just knocked him out. What? It is better safe than sorry going back home drunk like that. Stolas did look panicked when he woke up and asked what he said. Just told him along with about to transform so knock him out. He was embarrassed along with grateful for doing that. Then later distracted him to ask Octavia magic control. Anything to get him out of that mood.

"Okay but if you change your mind."

"I'll rob a bank, steal some cattle and take over the town."

"If you do that. Go to the next town over."

"You got it."

They said their goodbyes and Moxxie watches his Madre drivee off. He let Bolt run around, along with just relax.

So, Moxxie did just that. He relaxed. First, he did chores for the week to not bother with it. Besides watching for any rodents now and then. Changed into what he considered comfy clothes. Aka being lazy. A hoodie, loose pants and with their scarf. He watches whatever on their TV along with portal shows. Mess with the violin on a certain song he has been listening to too. Just sat down reading a book while drinking some hot chocolate as night time approached. Ideas forming what they might do tomorrow.

As of now he is content.

He likes this.

Magic lifts up slightly.

Turn around, lift a gun in the direction of the window by the kitchen. Eyes widened slightly behind the glasses when he caught who it was. You got to be kidding.

"Rattles there a door."

Striker was behind the window and saw the familiar smirk.

Moxxie got off the couch to head outside. Sees the half Imp and familiar horse.

"You must be going deaf if you couldn't hear Bombproof." Striker chuckles and walks up to him.

"Well smarter than you since I spot you first. You're lucky I didn't shoot." Moxxie stated but inside it was actually pleased to see them. His tail smacked Striker arm. Not very hard but I could feel it.

"Hey!"

"That's for not visiting."

The last time he saw Striker in person was after the funeral. So, it's been close to three years now. They'll talk over the phone but we're becoming less lately. Even portal to his home and seem like he was rarely there. Didn't think too much about it. After all Striker has his own life to think about after all. Still can come in to see Madre.

"No, hello? A hug? I get a smack instead?"

"I'll hug Bombproof." Moxsie comes over and pets the horse. Chuckle from the nibble on his head and nuzzle their face.

"You hurting my fragile heart."

"Better get that check out." Moxxie glance at Striker. "You look exhausted."

"Really?"

"You look like you got run over."

"So, sweet."

"Get inside. I'll take Bombproof to the shed."

"No, no I'll take care of it." Striker comes back over and takes Bombproof reigns. "Gotta a lot of catching up to do."

"No, duh. I'll go make another batch of hot chocolate."

"Add a bit of whiskey."

"Want acid as well."

"Naw I'm good for tonight." Striker watches Moxxie head back inside. He was a bit pleased how he turned his head just slightly in his direction. Then go back inside. Felt Bombproof nudge him from behind and neighs. "Yes, I missed Critter too. But were only here for a while."

As much as he would like to stay longer. He couldn't but he was still glad he came. Surprise to see no Maria but her truck was gone too. Must have gone out. Good some time to hang out with Moxxie.

SQEAUAK

Shoot a rat.

Along with lots of target practice.

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Done!

Striker back in town for a few days! Let's see how that'll turn out.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!