Error wanted rest! Not be a Imp...Oh well 2.0 Version

Chapter 133

Chapter 133

There will be some tense moments. Along with stuff finally coming out in the open. A lot of talking.

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, 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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"I only have two hours to talk."

What? Moxxie pulled away to look up at them. Taken back at what he just said. "What you mean two hours?"

"I can't explain too much. But let's just say my 'parole officer' can be a stick in the ass." Striker huffed in annoyance.

"Medea?"

Striker blink and chuckles. "Oh, I wish. That damn old gremlin."

"Did he do something wrong?"

"I would lie but that wouldn't anything good. He actually making sure my ass is safe." He took a deep breath to not go overboard. Look at Moxxie. Eyes warm up a bit just staring at them again. "Damn I miss you."

"I don't want to say it but fuck I miss you too."

The two just hugging each other now. Soon, Striker sits down against the wall. While he was holding Moxxie in their lap.

"I'll explain as much as I can on my side with the time I have. But I want to know what is going on with your side as well. The only thing I was told that first month you had it very rough." Striker watches him tense up at that. Let out a hum as they continue to pet the side of their hair.

"So, you do have to go back?"

"Yes, even if I don't want to. Will just track me down."

"That good?"

"Critter. The one watching me. I you know how I'm well I am?"

"Don't make me sing that song you made."

"Tempting but yes but triple it. This fucker no joke." Close his eyes a bit. "But I've been learning as well."

"Learn?"

"I will explain but I want to know what going on your side." Reopen their eyes to look down at them. Pull them closer while reaching out to rub some of the make off from underneath their eyes. The blue marks were still there but were deep purple bags. "You really are terrible taking care of yourself."

"Shut it." Moxxie huffed to look away. A little twitch to hear that chuckle and soon got a face rub. "Jerk."

"Brat."

"Let's see where to start. Oh, when I came back to your cell to hear that message you left me. Too take Bombproof and go to Madre. I stayed there for a while. Like a few days. By the way. Madre wants to kick your ass."

"Nothing knew there." Striker grumbled a bit.

"Your mom would have kicked my ass if our spots were switch."

"...Fair enough."

"We stayed. Bombproof kept trying to find you." They felt him tense at that. "My head was a mess. Also, your fan club now working for Madre."