Chapter 12
Let's keep it going!
Just a chapter on details that been happening in Moxxie life and questions he will ask.
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, guns mention, cringe, yandere, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.
Error/Moxxie speaking/thoughts
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After that trip things been going as normal as it can be in life. Or death? Wait wouldn't it be life for hellborns? Questions for another time.
Moxxie just living it and liking it.
School was alright as it can be. Right now, was like a summer break till the new year begin. School was just so weird to Moxxie. Or could be just the normal for here.
What happen during the school year? Well, there a bit of learning, not much, besides being self-taught learning. Him and his classmates were banned from the glue, scissors, staplers, and rubber bands. Not guilty and they kept sneaking it all in. He like all the hidden spots he been finding and jump scaring their teacher. He did go to a few birthdays parties and wow parents are crazy. Eh the desserts were alright. Oh and of course the rats would visit. Never got to leave.
Back at home it went well. Were moments that were a bit tough with money. But Maria always surprise Moxxie as she pulls them through. Began to resell Moonshine again. Everyone was so crazy and excited about it. First, come first serve. Money upfront. He was also getting an early lesson how she does it. But just watching right now. Plus, her little sewing job on the side with alterations. She was letting him do it and he didn't mind at all helping. He enjoyed it and gives her a break. Even will do lot of the extra work when she goes to bed.
Striker and Susie came with Whisper and Bombproof for two weeks. It was quite fun and a mess. Well as fun as Striker can be. Striker and Moxxie were being their usual selves o each other. Back talk, sass, chasing the other one day to strangle and some fun they will not admit having. Oh, and they may have accidentally snuck out one night with bombproof and blown up a wagon. They didn't know all that dynamite was in that wagon and got back home quickly. But Moxxie swears Dr. Medea may know with the little hints and tease he would throw at Moxxie. Striker said if he does know poison his coffee. Moxxie would but they guy provides good Chocolate.
Right! During the summer Maria finally began to teach him how to use weapons. Well, a gun and lot of safety lessons she thrown down at him. Since he showed some interest when he saw one at a shop. He was just curious and was rarely allowed to see Maria gun. His mind as Moxxie would take over wondering about the metal manufactory. How much cleaning it needed to be used? How to tear it apart and put it back together. Along with the certain bullets it was best to be used with it. So, she thought it was best he began to learn a few things. But was only a BB gun. Eh it was something to start off with how to use.
Error rarely even used a gun back then. Besides the time he one time took one from Mafia Sans. That was quite an experience. Besides that, nothing much but be careful to not be shot. Those who lived in Mafiatale defiantly knew how to shoot and got him a couple of times. As for Moxxie well it was really when he started as a teenager to learn about them. How he was scared to be physically beaten down and began to learn about guns. His old folks would throw horrid words at him for not being a real Wrath Imp and needed a weapon to protect himself. To protect himself and slowly will lead up to his time to be a weapon expert.
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Error wanted rest! Not be a Imp...Oh well (Discontinued read description.)
Fanfiction(This story is discontinued. There is a 2.0 Version updated.) Error jumps in the void. He thought hurray rest, freedom, and a big middle finger to Fate. But nope instead he is given a new chance. A new beginning. As Moxxie the Imp. The assassin weap...