I knock on Millie and Moxxie's door. Blitz has been acting so weird lately. He whispers to himself constantly. He smokes like there's no tomorrow. He's acting fucking depressed, and I often catch him crying. I hate having to give a shit. I'm supposed to be the one who doesn't care about him. Yet... this is weird even for him.
Moxxie finally opens the door.
"Loona? What the fuck are you doing here?" He asks.
"Save it bitch." I walk in.
Millie sits up from the couch.
"Do you want anything? A snack?" She asks.
"No thanks." I say.
"What is it?" Moxxie asks.
"It's about Blitz." I say.
"What's up with him hon?" Millie asks.
"What's up with him?! Did you seriously just ask me that?" I growl.
"Yes..." Millie says.
I sit down. I suck in a breath and I exhale.
"He's hurting. He cries every time I see him. He's muttering and whispering to something. He's hurting himself with his own hands." I say.
"What?" Millie asks.
"Come again?" Moxxie lifts his finger up.
"He's... troubled." I scratch my ear.
I show them the photos on my phone. I took them of him. He's bruised and bloody. He's crying. I have some where he's clutching his horse stuff animal toys so hard, they break. I have pictures of him consuming alcohol and cigars. It's like he's turning into the complete opposite of someone.
"Why is he doing that?" Moxxie sniffed.
Tears began to slip down both of their faces.
"Yeah I know something is fucking him, badly." I say.
"We got to find out what." Millie and Moxxie nod.
"And fast." I agree.
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FanfictionThis will be the saddest book I've ever written. I watched the most recent Helluva Boss episode, and it broke me. It was so happy and sad at the same time. While I watched all the episodes and fanfics, I've realized how much trauma Blitzo has. Blitz...
