Error/Moxxie Drabbles and Request!

Bundle Madness Drabble Part 37

Hi everyone!

This is a bit of twist that came into my mind lately so here you go!

Summary: Error waking up as Moxxie during a dark time losing everything. Already affecting his damaged mind before. Then later anger.
Note: Will be a limit on their magic even with some changes. Still dangerous to cross. Mindset not the healthies as it hard to tell who real or not. Pairings later if this becomes a continuation.

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/thoughts

Voices/flashback/Text/

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BOOM!

NO!

"WE CAN'T!"

"TAKE IT!"

BOOM!

HANDS REACHING OUT!

"MILLIE!"

"NO! NO!"

"SHIT!"

"AHHHH!"

CEILING FALLING DOWN!

"LOONIE GO!"

SCREECHES

"BLITZO!"

SCREAMS ALL AROUND!

MOXXIE!

Eyes snap open as they take a deep breath. Heart pounding fast while their eye looks around. One eye looking around while the other covered.

No, explosion. No, scent of a burning building. No, hands reaching out towards him. Hands he tries desperately to reach back. Hands reaching everywhere with screams all around.

Well, the first few thoughts were laughable as they had to remember where they are living. The Pride ring.

Look down at their own shaken bandaged hands.

So, much for able to sleep again. Lean against the metal as they stare up at the slightly open lid. Trash surrounded them as the smell clings to them. They don't care about that. Doesn't care about the red sky. Doesn't care about the sounds they can hear. Doesn't care about their health.

They just can't care.

Close their eyes and take a steady breath. Press the palm of their hands against their eye, fabric for a bit of pressure.

Would have screeched being in such filth. How their clothes would need to be cleaned up. It would be hit or miss with blood, and guts. Now it didn't matter to them. Not the worst thing they ever smelled. Bones being obliterated always left a nasty scent to them. One that always clings to them as the bones would rarely get a break to heal.

Death that clings to them but never able to get the prize.

Wonder if they can summon any of their magic now.

They haven't tried as a week has passed by now. Haven't tried any kind of magic besides a small CHECK to let themselves rest. Recharge. A break. I felt like not wanting to do anything, even after leaving that place. Body just moving on its own this place they once knew.