Helluva Boss Blitzø Angst

Stolas?...

Blitzø's POV:
I feel my chest tighten as I continue to run home. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do I do about the bleeding? I mean I could fool Mills and Mox and say I got scratched up or got into a fight... but I know Loonie won't buy it. She knows what they look like. She knows how I get and she knows what I'd do.
I walk through the door and I see Loona running towards me.
"What the fuck is your problem?! Where were you? What happened? You were gone for an hour!" She says to me. "Nothing. It doesn't matter." I reply with an unintentional coldness to my voice.
"Like hell it doesn't matter! Do you know what could've happened to you out there so late at night? You already have more people than I can count that want you dead, Blitzø!" She yells. I see the tears forming in her eyes... maybe she does care.
No. She never has and never will.
It doesn't matter.
You don't matter.
Loona grabs my arm and I wince at the pain, jerk my hands back and walk past her. She doesn't need to see that side of me. She doesn't care. Nobody does and nobody ever will.

Loona's POV:
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! He hasn't been like this since... well... it's been a while. I know what it means when he acts like this and it's not fuckin' good. I could see the fear in his eyes when I grabbed his arm. I didn't meant to hurt him... I didn't know. I saw the pain and the fear and the anger and sadness all mixed in his eyes. My eyes well up at the thought of him doing that to himself again. Fuck, who do I call? Millie and Moxxie would be asleep and I know he'll be pissed if they come over...
Stolas.
I need to call Stolas right now.

Fuck, of course it went to voicemail... I may a well try I guess.
"Hey birdbrain, I'm sorry for uh... bothering you, but there's something wrong with Blitzø. Like really wrong. He's not majorly hurt! Well at least I hope not, but if you can I would really appreciate it if you came over asap. Thanks." I then hang up the call and look around. I put my phone down and wait a few minutes to see if he would be awake at this time too. I just don't know what to do... a tear falls down my cheek and is soaked up into my fur. I look up to see a portal, then Stolas walking through. "Oh thank Satan you're here! I don't know what to do with him! He went out for an hour with a dagger of some sort and he's come back super skittish and jumpy and..." I take a long pause before looking him in the eyes, "the last time he was like this I wasn't there for him and I almost lost him. He needs someone to be there this time." I say, a quiet sob coming through my cracked voice.

Stolas' POV:
"What...? Lost him? Like he nearly..." I couldn't bare to even finish the thought or my sentence. But I had my answer when Loona responded with nothing but more quiet sobbing and a slight nod of her head.
Oh.
Why would he do such a thing? "Don't worry Loona, I will be sure to take care of him. You go back to bed now, I don't want you worry about him anymore. You can trust me, ok?" I look her in the eyes and she quickly nods and walks towards her room, closing the door behind her. I slowly walk over towards Blitzø's door, but come to a stop when I hear choked sobs, and whispers to himself.

"God dammit, I'm such a fuckup."
"They all deserve better than to have me around."
"They all fucking hate me."
"Hell, even I hate me..."

I knock gently on the door. "Go away Loonie. Now isn't the time." He says, voice hoarse and cracking. "Blitzø, it's me darling." I try to speak softly. I hear footsteps coming towards the door and see it swing open. He looked to be in horrible shape. He has puffy red eyes, a cold stare, and... blood smeared across his face.
"Stolas? What the fuck are you doing here? It's not the full moon, is it?" He says peaking out at a window then looking back at me. "No I am not here for anything of that nature, Blitzø." I say while we stand there in mildly uncomfortable silence. "I-Is that blood... yours? Are you alright?" I ask, trying to not sound overbearing.
"I'm fuckin' fine Stolas." He refuses to even look at me. "No. You are not fine. I think we both know that."
I look at him. He still won't look at me. I can almost feel a sense of... shame, to his voice and posture.

"Who did this to you?..." I ask, pretending to not already know the most likely response.
"Nobody, I'm fine. Everything is great." He replies coldly
"Did-... did you do that to yourself?" I ask, scared of the answer.
"How about you mind your own fucking business, Stolas?!" He yells.
I look at him and I notice the stains on his sleeves... blood stains... his blood. It looks as though the blood hasn't been there for too long so it would definitely be recent.

"I know full well that you are not ok, Blitzø. Let me help you." I try to comfort him.
"Oh fuck off, I don't need your help! I said I'm fine." He pauses, "Besides, I don't wanna have to owe you anything in the future." Blitzø continues. "I expect nothing in return. I simply want to help." I state calmly. Blitzø slowly begins to open his door but he refuses to even look at me... I look around his room and see a blade on his nightstand with what look to be blood that has been badly wiped off. As I look around his walls I see picture upon picture of all of the people who work at I.M.P along with... that boy he was with for the circus on the day I met him. I look over and see one small picture of... me? When on earth did he take that? It was held up his wall with tape, similar to all the others. The photograph was of me practicing some spells from my grimoir in my bedroom. I don't remember him being there unless...
"You just going to stare at the wall, birdbrain?" He said sarcastically.
"You really like everyone you work with at I.M.P, huh?" I smile at him and continue to look around. It's sweet how much he cares. "Hm? Oh, yeah, I guess." Blitzø mumbles. "Blitzy, I'm worried about you." I say softly as I quickly notice that every photo he's in, has his own face scribbled out.

Blitzø POV:
"Oh, like hell you are! You make it pretty fuckin' clear all the time, that you only want me around for your perverted bird needs... That's it." I say.
"W-what? No! I really do enjoy spending time with you... in the bedroom or not." He says. That liar.
"Oh cut the bullshit, Stolas! All you've ever done is act like I'm your little toy to play with whenever you want." I snap at him again.
"I-I never meant to hurt you, Blitzø..." he says. That's the best fucking part! You don't mean to! They never do. "You never meant to but you still did." I pause, wondering whether or not I should say this. "I-... I never mean to hurt people either... but it's all I ever do." I look at the floor as a tear drips down my face. I can't stand to look at him. Not like this, at least. "Just leave, Stolas." I say flatly. "No! You are hurt and in no shape to be alone, Blitzø." He says. He just doesn't get it, huh? "I've been alone for years before I met you again! I was alone for most of my life. Even when I had my family I was STILL ALONE! I didn't need you then, ass. I don't now..." I practically scream at him. "I am staying and that's final!" Stolas yells at me. I've only ever seen him this... well, freaked out, since Octavia got lost. He's... angry. And sad? And scared...
He's like me.

"Fine, whatever will keep that beak shut." I say, trying to somehow lighten the mood, if possible.

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1444 words! Even longer than chapter 1 lol
I worked on this in school 💀 got no schoolwork done but it's fineeee
Hope y'all like it so far :)