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Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Let's go! A lot of mess is about to happen so enjoy reading.

Warning: OOC, random craziness, past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, sexual interaction and themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

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Moxxie just thought it would be a simple walk back to the city. Drop the cookies off. Go back to the apartment to relax, watch some TV eat chocolate and go from there. No, instead they are crawling into the vents of an underground basement.

Why?

Eh.

Okay hear them out. This wasn't part of the plan. An added unwanted turn of event being in the vents.

At the beginning they really didn't want to use the front entrance at first but had to. Cameras were annoying. Those guards before were replaced but this time they had weapons out. Not like guns of that sort. But those spear they recall from a few Japanese era show. So, as they were about to get it over and done. Well, the imp spotted the janitor from outside of the parking lot area. Just sitting down at some steps with two bags of trash bags. Must be on break.

Target sited.

One fence jumping trick later.

"You know you could be in trouble being on this side." The janitor looks at them with mild concern.

"Didn't see any signs." Shrug and hand him the box of cookies, "Forgot to bring the last box. The cub wanted to make sure it was there. So, here you can have it."

"Are you sure?"

"It's cookies there for eating. Not to be imprison in cardboard but our stomachs." Got a chuckle from them. See, they can be funny and pick up the understanding too. If their tail was out would be wagging at their own achievement.

"Well, I can't argue with that." Reach out to take the hand.

Look at the hand. Raise an eyebrow when they notice on the middle finger. The inner ger had a word on it. "Were you in a gang?"

Blink but then laugh a bit as he clutches the box. He calms down a bit. "No, no, no. An inside joke my friends and I have. We all have one in this area of our finger."

"Must be a tight group."

"Very tight. Besides do I look gang material?" Motion his thin body that somehow manages to push a janitorial cart.

"For all I know you could be the brains."

"That would made my buddy. He would be very insulted." Open the box and take out a cookie. Munch on it with a pleasant expression. Motion the box towards them.

"No, thanks. No, chocolate."

"Fair." Close the box and get up. "I better start throwing the rest of this out and get back to work."

"Those?" Motion the trash bags.

"Correct." Reach out to close the box. Put it down as he gets up to grab one the trash bags.

The sight kind a look pathetic to Moxxie. It was a little bit of a pity how he was struggling but wasn't stopping either. Part of the job. "Hey I'll get rid of them."