Error/Moxxie Drabbles and Request!

Can You Feel the Love Tonight~ Or Pain? Cringe? Part 17

Hi everyone!

We get another batch of this romantic continuation mess! Ding!

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.

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Mammon x Moxxie/Error part 3
((Note: Possible short.))

"Sour-patch mate! I didn't mean it like that! Honestly!"

Fizz tense up. He, along with many others, was at the practice tent. All of them knows shits about to hit the fan. Mammon talking to his assistant like that is never good.

Everyone here has mixed feelings about Mammon masked personal assistant. Quite frankly probably the only reason all of them can get a scheduling right when meeting with Mammon.

But.

If you can hear the slightest hint of plead from Mammon talking towards his assistant like that. You know to back away now.

Yes, they're scared of sin. Mammon the sin of Greed you should be afraid of them no matter what.

The assistant on the other hand. A mere mortal like themselves. A short stuff wearing that mask to hide all emotions. May be paper worker but not a push over either. Hell, one time Fizz saw them pull a gun out of know where, shoot and not even a few seconds later some assassin fell down. Hire to take out competition. The assistant, also the only one who doesn't seem scared of Mammon to smack. Talks back at them.

"Stop with the silent treatment! I thought we're over this shit mate."

The silent treatment is worse!

Everyone panicked as they knew today work is extra screwed. If the assistant silently pissed off. Then Mammon will be pissed off. A pissed off manager going after their asses if they make the tiniest mistake in the routine.

"Fine! Just sit there! I don't even need you here!" Spun around with a big smile on his face. "Well? Come on everyone we got a show to practice! Money, fame can't make itself!"

All of them shaking at the smile. How the sin twitch. Fist tighten the staff tightly. Teeth clench tightly as if something cracked.

The assistant just sits in the stands of the tent and works on a pad. Not bothering to look at Mammon.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

They are goners if Mammon pissed and going to now want triple perfection. All because of this on and off crush he has for his assistant.

"Now begin!"

It was good at the beginning.

"You call that throwing pies! Maybe I should put some scorpions in them!"

Then it slowly started to get rough.

"Where are the torches! You're supposed to be using real fire! Not that fake junk!"

Not paying attention as closely.

"If I have to hear another chicken cross the road joke! Im throwing cockles shits in the road!"