Error/Moxxie Drabbles and Request!

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Request for The_Multiverse_Mom

Request: What if the people that met Moxxie/Error see a day in their past life. Like they can be able to hear what they hear and think. Imagine Blitzo's reaction to Error killing millions or Loona realizing that Moxxie doesn't eat a lot nor care and that they have been trying to fix that. And Strikes react to Error being the tallest imp. Or Doc to the voices that Error hears.

Note: This will be like a mix of the story but also episodes. Not knowing Striker and Millie until meeting later in other ways. Blitz meets up differently too.

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, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

Voices/flashback/Text

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"Do you still have them?"

Moxxie stop moving the bow. The teen imp glance at the Dr. Tilt their head in small confusion on the question. What is the troll talking about?

The Dr. smile as he looks at them. One of his days off and wanted Moxxie to visit. Listen to how he is doing on the fiddle. He admits they kept getting better after lesson after lesson. There was another reason they asked the smaller imp here.

The older imp taps his head three times.

A long stare from the imp as they glance down. Their hands gripped the bow tightly. A year going by their Madre and the Dr. found out their past as Error. A mere accident. One in a way help lift their shoulders. But the questions that come around can be a bit too much.

This is one Moxxie hope to not be asked. Could have lied right there. But the old troll poker face can be challenging at times. If they believe him or not. Can go right back when their own expression rarely changes.

Yet.

"Not every day. Last time, a year ago." Look down at the ground. "It would be every day."

"Does your Madre know?"

A little shrug. "Maybe. What you saw. She saw."

"It doesn't mean we saw everything and heard." Tilt his head. "Would you like someone to talk too?"

Shook their head no. They'll be fine. They are fine. Their new life is fine.

"All right. Just remember it's not weak to talk about it. So, don't believe those buffoons out there when they call therapy weak." Lift his book up and hums. "Battling one mind can be worse compared to a physical pain. It's just when you admit you need help. Well, already one that first step of battle."

"Am I a monster?"

"No, you're an imp." Giggles at the eye roll as they try not to pout. Heard the grumble and muttering of the word troll they 'fondly' like to call him. The eye lid slightly opens as he watches them turn away. Get back in position to lift the bow up. Relax. Were all monsters here Moxxie? You just were given an unfair fate in your time.

Unfairness.

What an odd word they rarely like to use. Even as an imp unfairness comes down on them from being what they are. Everyone has unfairness it just a touch or go. None the less Moxxie doesn't care they are an imp. Just wants to be as normal as an imp can be.