"Where's moxx?"
Millie's voice ran out among the dirty conference room.
Everyone stopped in their tracks, and eyes focused on the empty seat that was usually occupied by the small possum.
Millie stood up and started to walk towards the door.
"Millie! Wait!"
Blitz exclaimed, attempting to set things right before he was to be killed.
"I don't want to hear your excuses fuckwad. I'm going after moxxie."
She said, walking out of the confrence room.
"He must be so upset"
She muttered to herself after she left.
Moxxie was sitting in the next building along, crying in a bathroom. The walls were spray painted profanities, and it was the dirtiest thing he could have ever seen.
But it was somewhere.
Somewhere he could hide.
Rolling up his sleeve, he looked at his scars, his arm bumpy and fucked up. Using his clawed fingers, he picked at the scars, making them bleed as he winced in pain.
He deserved this.
Everyone hates him.
No one could ever love him.
His arm was bleeding rapidly, and as he started to feel lightheaded, he grabbed his knees and cried into his hands.
Then he lost consciousness.
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Ik it's so short 😢
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Fanfictionmoxxie is sad :'( TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THE FOLLOWING: substance abuse, self harm, abuse, eating disorders, domestic violence, sadness :(( Do not read if it could potentially trigger or upset you. You're happiness means more to me than a stupid stor...
