Love for an Imp (Blitzo x female y/n fanfic)

Chapter 22

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHITT!!" You yelled as the printer erupted into flames, the new coloured inks splattering all over your clothes. 

"I DIDN'T KNOW THINGS COULD SET ON FIRE IN HELL!" You flapped at the fire with some random sheets of paper, before pausing, "Of course things can set on fire in Hell. It's Hell. OF COURSE THERE'S FUCKING FIRE!"

Losing grip of the paper, it flew into the fire, only fuelling it more as it roared. "WHAT THE FUCKK?!"

You ran towards the water dispenser, filling up a cup and dashing it at the fire. You started filling up another one, but then stopped. With a grunt and a wince, you picked up the whole water dispenser and launched it at the printer.

Water splashed everywhere, ultimately putting the fire out, but soaking everything else. You groaned as you looked down at your clothes, the water making the inks spill down your clothes and stain them further. You groaned.

Moxxie stood up, seemingly more sober, and walked towards the hunk of melted plastic which was previously the printer. "Did you put the printer inks in correctly?"

"Yeah, I did! It printed out like three sheets perfectly fine."

Looking back at the printer, or what was left of it, you saw a massive black burn mark on the wall. How were you going to get rid of that? But before you could think of what to do, Blitz walked into the room.

"Y/N, you okay? I heard yelling- Oh, WHAT THE FUCK?!" He yelled as he stared at the remains of the printer.

"That's what I said!" You exclaimed.

"Y/N, why the- No, HOW THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN?!" He walked towards the crime scene, looking at the melted printer, the burn mark on the wall, the paperwork which was half soaked and half singed, and back at you - dripping with different colours of printer ink.

"Y/N, it was NOT easy to steal this fuckin' printer, and now I gotta go and steal another one! But what I really, REALLY  wanna know is HOW. THE FUCK. YOU BLEW UP. THE PRINTER."

"Well, I stole some printer ink, and I didn't read the instructions and just slammed the inks into the machine... BUT IT WAS WORKING AT FIRST! I promise, it was!" You assured him, quickly showing Blitz a freshly copied piece of paper.

He sighed, "That still doesn't fucking explain HOW THE FUCK THE MOTHERFUCKING PRINTER EXPLODED!" He growled, approaching you with every word. You didn't want to think about it, but in that moment, he reminded you of your father.

"I-I'm sorry." You blinked quickly, your breath trembling as he continued walking towards you.

"Being sorry doesn't fucking cut it." You inhaled sharply. "It doesn't change anything." Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as a memory of your father flashed through your mind.

"It's your fault, Y/N. You can cry for mommy, but she won't come. You fucking killed her." Your father berated you, a harsh slap resounding in your quiet home.

You grabbed your cheek, tears spilling down your face. "I-I'm sorry, papa. I-I didn't mean to."

Without warning, he grabbed you harshly by your throat and pulled you towards him. Your breathing quickened as you scratched at his hands, trying to break free.

"Being sorry doesn't FUCKING cut it, Y/N." He growled, tightening his grip as you tried to claw your way out of his grip, "It doesn't change anything. You fucking killed her, and I'll never forgive you for that."

"N-never, papa?" You whimpered, stopping your pitiful attempts to get free.

"Never. Not for as long as I fuckin' live." He released his grip, throwing you backwards against the wall. Your head crashed against the wall, sending a picture flying off of the wall.