Chapter 47

Another!

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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Moxxie stared at the text when they arrived back at the apartment.

The first two months at IMP were busy. So, damn busy along with so many missions thrown in. Now this stupid commercial that Blitz wants to get done.

Well, Moxxie didn't have fun with that. Even was being a 'pissy bitch' about it. Doesn't care. Why they were being a 'pissy bitch' about it? Simple.

One he didn't want to be in. Why? Just doesn't. Second, the possibility of the target coming down here to come after us a pretty high chance. Which by the way found later how no one has been able too. Is relieved to finally be done with that junk. They just covered their own faces with the scarf. Got some complaints but they don't care. Three just wants to get the missions done. Doesn't care they are being called a 'pussy' or whatever about it. Then the money to get them out the red.

All this but they still stayed. Why?

Because the business is working. Very slow but it is working. Millie loves it a lot. Not being held back what to do. Unless the quite requested a certain way for the target to kill. But besides that, I love it! Blitz a questionable Boss but he knows his way how to kill. He is really good at it. Sadistic. Doesn't hold back what he does to get the job done. Won't admit it out loud. Both of them are good along with different. Yet, get along fantastic.

Just IMP needs a lot of cleanups. So, much cleanup.

In the business paperback sense.

Not right now doing a different cleanup from their last mission.

"That was awesome!" Blitz coming out the portal. Put his flintlock back inside their tattered slate-gray collared coat with red buttons. Red high collar shirt underneath with their red skull charm necklace. Black non ripped pants with knee high black, red boots. A pair fingerless gloves, featuring large, rounded, yellow decorations on the upper side of them. Why? He just wanted them. "We did a great job team!"

"So, much blood from that twig" Millie follows in next and cleaning her dagger. Her outfit changed when she joined IMP but still fit her style to work in. A cold-shouldered black top with gold buttons. Torn black pants with a belt wrapped snuggly around. With a pouch on one side. While the other side of the belt had a leather sheath, she put her knife in. Fingerless black gloves, and black footwear for protection for her feet. A block choker. Black lips.

"Great job Mil!"

"Aww! Thanks Blitz!"

"Speaking of little. Hey Mox." Blitz grins at Moxxie

"You almost made us blow our cover. Again." Moxxie wore a long dark midnight blue coat. A dark gray button up long sleeve shirt. Under the shirt if you looked closer was actually another shirt. A familiar charm tucked underneath, when there was a blue scarf wrapped around his neck. Black pants with protective layer like leggings. His hoofs were even covered up in the material. Fingerless black gloves. Tail in familiar black wrappings. A short ponytail resting on his side with a red ribbon. Look of familiar calm eyes behind the glasses stared up at the taller imp.

"Our cover wasn't blown." Waves it off.

"I had to destroy twenty cameras when you, Millie joyride on the ice cream truck. In the morning no less."

"Hey that freak was going put me in the freezer to be a Popsicle!"

"Because you wanted to jump inside the truck for a free ice cream. Even after I told you I had him in my sight."

"Hey the guy dead. We crashed the truck into a park. We all got free ice cream. We got our money. It's a job well down. So, stop being a tight ass worry wart." Blitz pushed him away and hum. "I wonder if any camera saved. Could be for our future commercial!"

Moxxie slowly raised the gun up. Almost like a baseball bat but Millie stops him.

"Come on Mox it wasn't too bad and it went well!" Millie smiles at him.

Moxxie grumble, put the sniper back on its safety. The portal finally closed.

Right the time being here Moxxie has this to say.

Blitz has the dumbest luck. One with somehow keeping this place standing. He is energetic, big-talk, immature, and disrespectful. Just like many other jerks Moxxie as met in Hell along with lived there too. Quite affectionate with his daughter, even though she threatens him. Yet, he is so proud to achieve this dream to run a business. Now only they know how to keep this business running by not going over the red. Again.

Then they're that book. That book to open the portal was way too familiar. When they did ask about its Blitz said not to worry about it. Just a little deal he, along with another, is working on. Made Moxxie suspicious but says nothing. It's not their business.

"What you complaining about fatass?" Loona typing on her phone.

Loona is just a lazy, young adult that Blitz shouldn't let her work here. Because she does nothing except answer phone calls or is on her phone. Moxxie doesn't like to interact with her. Stole their lunch too many times to count even if they weren't going to eat it. Not stupid when he knows she is trying to bully him. Just ignore her. Doesn't mean their times they'll shoot back a comment at her.

"Are you going to bothered listening?" Moxxie walk past her.

"What was that punk?" Loona lowers her phone to growl at them.

"See not listening." Arms cross to give her his usually not caring face.

"Hey now no arguing you two. Especially with my kid." Blitz walking back over to them and wave a finger to Moxxie.

Moxxie rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"That's the spirit." Reach out to touch his shoulder but stop at the look. "Come on Mox just a shoulder touch. Not going to kill you."

Rolls their eyes as he walks away.

"Come on let's all go celebrate."

"Why?"

"Hello! This is our 50 wonderful mission together! Let's go to the club!"

"Pass."

"Moxxie are you trying to be boring."

"Just me."

"Mox it'll be fun!"

"Maybe another time. I need to go return this back." Point at the weapon he used in today's mission.

Usually, Moxxie would have taken his. But that he met before Blood made a 'business deal' with Blitz. She'll supply him with certain weapons he already tested and approved. Will bring them on missions. Not every mission. Any damage will have full responsibility to either fix it or pay it back from their company budget.

Plus, apparently forgot they don't want to be around others. Yet, can remember a certain length about touching. Still, so damn pleased to get a shoulder touch from them.

"Will celebrate there!"

Rolls his eyes next thing he knows. They were all at Blood Point shop. At least the mini bar side. He writes the stuff down for her as she serves the pair.

"Is she legal?" Blood points at Loona just sitting back and playing on her phone.

"She, my daughter!"

"Congrats don't need to know what you do in the sheets."

"Only on paper!" Loona yelled and growled at her.

"Save it Cria."

"What you call me!"

"Don't insult me kid!"

Moxxie barely listens or cares as he fills up the paper. Take a bite from the chocolate bar. Now and then watch all of them. Millie laughed and cheering for everyone. Blitz, Blood Point somehow now arm wrestling. Loona snorted and recorded as she took a sip of her drink.

Lunatics.

Lunatics he has been dealing with for a while now.

Buzz Buzz.

That was his other phone. Pull it out. Confused at the unknown number but sees a text message. Open it.

Puppet! Dad cheated on mom!

Here they are now back home staring at the text. Able to get out their fast at the bar making same lame ass excused. Text. After text. After text.

What the fuck is going on?

Can you open a portal to space?

Please.

I don't want to be here right now.

Arguing every day is driving me mad!

Moxxie stared as he sent a text back.

Give me two minutes.

Two minutes later Puppet was holding a crying Octavia. He stayed silent as he listened to her.

"Why? *Hic* I d-don't understand. S-sure they're not *hic* lovey t-towards each other but s*hic*still." Octavia was crying against his chest.

Puppet stayed still as they let the teen hug them. Pat their head covered in a black beanie with a crown sewn on it. It still shocks them at time how fast she was growing. All ready taller than then. "Can you tell me what exactly? Just I want to hear your side first."

Octavia was able to calm down a little bit. Stay a bit curled up against the smaller being. Only like this around her Dad. Even the rare time Moxxie. "Dad cheated on Mom it happened a few weeks ago. From some stupid party she hosted. She was pissed, humiliated by what I was told. Pfft the screaming everyday an example. Heard guy even told her he was sorry for fucking her husband."

"I see."

"Then I, I don't he knows that I know. I don't think anyone else knows either."

"The cheating?"

"Well, that I'm not sure. But the grimoire."

"What about it?"

"He letting this red dick head use it!"

Red dick head?

The grimoire.

Wait a minute.

Wanted to facepalm.

"Why? I don't get it any of this!"

"I don't know." Great. Just great. What are Stolas, Blitz playing right now? Okay, Stolas they know he doesn't love his wife. But it's just. All right really need to hear from the source.

Just not right now.

"Can you not tell Dad I told y-you? I t-took his phone on accident to get your number."

"Octavis-."

"Please?"

Close his eyes. "I won't say anything that you called me. For now. But if he brings this up. I will have a talk."

"Y-you will?"

"I can't promise it'll fix this. This between your folks what they will do."

"...Do you think it's my fault?"

"What?" Jeez what's going on at this house? "Little Frogmouth no. All this is not your fault. So, don't you dare blame yourself? You have nothing to do with this."

Octavia liked trying not to cry again. Crud even let out little sad owl sounds.

"Do you want to talk to your father?"

"No. Don't want to talk to either of them." Voice turns a bit cold as sleep began to get to her "I just want them to shut up. To just...Does mom love Dad?"

They were very silent on that.

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Done!

Moxxie isn't pleased to be in this situation.

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