Error wanted rest! Not be a Imp...Oh well (Discontinued read description.)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10          

Hi everyone! I hope you all had a good Christmas/Holiday Break and New Year's! Let's see what
2022 brings us!

Enjoy the story!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention,  cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention profanity, suicidal moments, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, cringe, yandere, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/thoughts

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"Maria, Moxxie glad you're here!" Susie exclaimed and hugged her friend. o

"Glad to be back!" Maria hugging back.

Striker coming over and looked at Moxxie coming out the truck. "Hey little critter. Still small like before."

Moxxie just walked past him and cuddle Bombproof. Who has gotten a bit taller. But he has ways to go before they can past their mother height.

"Hey don't ignore me!"

Bombproof neighs and nuzzle Moxxie happily.

"Traitor!"

"Whistler?" Moxxie looks at him.

"In the barn your rudeness."

Moxxie grinned and stick his tongue out at him.

"Why you-"

"Striker watch Moxxie while I bring Maria inside."

"Do it have too!"

"Yes!" Susie snickered as her son was already going after him when he yelled. "Those two are something else."

"I'm almost scared what those two will be when there older. In a good way."

"Plus, bad in a kickass way. Whiskey?"

"Hit me with a shot."

Moxxie rushes over behind the home and see Whistler outside the barn and the fence area. Grin as he hears the horse neighs excitedly to see them. Now at the fence and grins as they nibble their head. Hugs their face.

"Spoil them why don't you." Striker caught up with him and Bombproof walks over and nudge Moxxie.

They want the yummy carrots.

Moxxie did producing the familiar blood carrots.

Striker 'tsk' and watches the shorter Imp feed them both. Figures. Too nice for his age. Walks over and ruffle their head. Got a hiss and almost got bitten.

But still a vicious brat. Good.

"So, critter. How that lame school of yours."

Moxxie shrugged. "Boring but okay. You?"

"Waste of time but dealing with it." Striker rather be back here at home working on the farm. Even the ranch he can go sometimes with Mom to get their horses check. But his mom won't let him 'skip' school. Not like they even do much in their grades besides start planning how to beat someone up or gossip on stupid rumors. But he likes to stick it at few of those idiots that he is smarter and tougher than them. Especially when someone tries to bully him. Will NOT feel like that again. "But hey don't have to deal with little babies like you."

"Besides yourself."

"You got ten seconds to run before I put you in the chicken pen."

Moxxie really did run since he knows Striker will do it. He does not want to be peck thank you very much. The chickens can be vicious if they weren't feed. So, not taking the chances!