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"Let this be a lesson, Moxxie; This is what happens when you cross me."

Moxxie jumped up as if he could physically escape from his dream. He gasped for air pathetically as he felt a tightness in his chest.

"Moxxie?" Millie, his wife got up and turned on the light. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she sits up. She can see Moxxie is trembling, and breathing heavily.

Millie moves closer to him, but not too close to avoid overwhelming him, just enough so he could see her. "Moxxie. Mox, You're okay. I'm here, look at me." She speaks gently so he knows he's safe, that she's there for him.

He can't, he can't! He can't do this, his shaking continues as well as his intense breathing, he's dying, bad things are happening, he's gonna die!

"Moxxie, you're safe, okay? You're just here in bed with me. It's just another panic attack, the feelings will go away. I promise, you're okay." Millie reassured.

Moxxie nods, trying to calm down.

"What do you need, baby?" Millie asks.

"Breathe..." Moxxie says. "I can't-"

"It's okay, just take a deep breath through your lungs..." she instructs.

“…can’t.” He says.

“You can…try again. Take a deep breath in…”

He does.

"Hold it for a moment..." she instructed, "now slowly let it out."

He does, and then she helps him repeat that until his breathing gets under control and he’s calmer.

"Are you okay?" Millie asks.

Moxxie looks around the room to make sure he was in fact safe, then he looks at Millie again who smiled sympathetically.

He drops his head in his hands and sighs shamefully. "I'm sorry." He says.

Millie held his chin up to face her. "Was it another nightmare?"

He nods. "Yeah..."

Millie takes his face in both her hands and kisses his forehead softly. He's been having nightmares randomly ever since they visited his father four months ago. "You're okay." She promised. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Moxxie nods. "I know. Thank you, sweetie." He takes her hand and just holds it for a moment.

'Millie is here, I’m okay...'

Millie takes a deep breath. "Mox, maybe you should talk to someone?" she suggests.

Moxxie shakes his head, continuing to fidget with Millie's hand. "No, I'm okay. This happened when I left the fist time, they eventually stopped." He explains.

"How long did it take for them to stop the last time?" She asks.

Moxxie shrugs. "A year?"

"A year?" Millie repeats.

"Well, occasionally I'd get them again, but only on really bad days. They weren't as vivid or often." Moxxie explains. "I'll be fine. It just takes some time."

Millie frowns, taking both his hands in hers. "Honey, I'm worried about you; I've never seen you like this before."

Moxxie sighs. "I know, I was hoping you'd never have to." Moxxie admits. He's worked so hard to be okay, to not think about it, to avoid his past, and make his present much better. He has made so much progress, and now? It all came rolling back in the matter of two days with that man!

All his hard work... for nothing.

Millie studied his face. "Mox, do you want to talk about it? You know you can tell me anything, I'd never judge you or-"

"No!" Moxxie shouts- not really meaning to as he moved away from Millie. "I'm sorry, I mean. I know, but I'm okay. I don't need to talk about it." He says.

Millie wanted to push the issue further, this wasn't normal. "Moxxie..."

"Talking about it will only make things worse, alright?" Moxxie asks. "I can handle this. I promise."

Millie nods. "Okay. If you think that's best, I trust you." She says. Millie takes her husband's face again and kisses him. "I love you so much, I don't want you to feel like you have to fight this on your own...because you don't. I'm here for you."

Moxxie nods. "I know. I love you too." He smiles to try and reassure her, but inside he was just feeling pathetic and guilty over the events of the last few months; Millie is always fighting for him, fighting HIS battles. She shouldn't have to fight this too. It's not fair.

"Goodnight, Moxxie." Millie says, laying back down.

"Goodnight, Millie." He says, doing the same.

She turns off the light and they both try to go back to sleep...

Well, Millie did...

Moxxie looked up at the ceiling, he can't fall asleep, because he can't wake up Millie again.

He checks the time...

2:00 am.

Only five more hours till work.

He'll be fine.

'Just don't think about it.' He told himself.

But he could imagine it so vividly.

The smell of toxic waste that flowed the water they threw live bodies in...

The pleading of their victims, promising they'll pay him back, they just needed more time…

The sadistic smile on his fathers face as Moxxie pushed the cinderblock and the victim into the deep dark water with tears flowing in his own eyes...

That's where Moxxie belonged; Down there, lifeless, for not heeding his fathers warning about crossing him...

His dad knows where he works now, he knows his wife's name now...

But, did Crimson think it was worth his time and effort to find Moxxie?

Moxxie wasn't sure.

He kept a gun handy in his end table just in case...

His worse fear is that it won't be enough.

Nothing he ever did was.

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Moxxie woke up happily next to Millie. He ended up getting a couple hours of sleep at least. That's progress.

He moves closer to her for a moment, just wanting to feel her near, wanting her to make him feel safe and cared for.

Her eyes open and she pats his head lovingly. "Mornin'."

Moxxie hums. "Hi."

"How you feeling, sweetie?" She asks.

"M'fine." He slurred his words slightly.

"You ready to face the day?" She asks. "Or would you maybe like to stay home? I can call Blitzø he probably won't mi-"

"I'll get up." Moxxie interrupts the second Blitzø was mentioned. "I just need a few minutes. I just want to feel you for a moment, just like this. If that's okay?" He asks.

Millie kisses her husband's head. "Of course it is, sweetie." She says. "Take all the time you need."

~~~Later~~~

Millie got up after a few minutes to get ready for work. She got cleaned up, dressed, and she was about to go get her axe sharpened when she turned to Moxxie who still didn't get out of bed.

"Moxxie? Sweetie, I really don't mind calling in for you." She says. "You can take the day to rest up, it might do you some good."

Moxxie shakes his head. "Sorry, no, I'm getting up." He says. Removing the blankets and forcing himself to sit up.

"You sure?" She asks.

Moxxie nods. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." He says.

Millie is worried though, she grabs his hand gently. "Mox, you had a panic attack last night; Blitzø will-"

"No! It was just a small attack, Sweetie. I'm fine." He insists.

Millie sighs. "Alright..."

Moxxie forced himself to get up and prepare for the rest of the day.
He turns on the shower, making the temperature as cold as possible...

Anything to wake himself up enough to get to work.

He dries himself off and gets dressed, he was about to brush his teeth when a knock at the door caused him to jump back viciously, hitting his head on one of the top cabinets. "Ow- fuck!"

"Moxxie?" Millie asks through the door. "Are you okay, baby?"

"I'm fine!" He says.

"What happened?" She asks.

"Nothing, you just-" he decides not to finish that sentence. "I'll be out in a minute, Millie!" He says, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Alright, I'll get started on breakfast." She says.

"Thanks, sweetie." He says, turning back to the mirror.

He looks at his reflection...
Millie is here. She's stronger than his father...so, why was he still scared? Why was he still so worried?

'This is what happens when you cross me.'

Tears fall down his face...
He's okay, he just has to push through it, like he always has.

He's done this before, everything is fine.

Moxxie finished going through his routine, dries up his tears and walks out to the kitchen.

"You look exhausted, Mox." Millie says to him, looking him over. "Did you sleep at all last night?" She asks.

"Yeah, I did." Moxxie reassured, even if it was only like four hours, that's not too bad considering everything. "It's just been a long week, that's all."

She nods. "Been a long couple of weeks." Millie frowns. Usually she's so good at knowing what to do for Moxxie to help him feel better, but now? She felt completely useless; nothing she has tried has helped him a bit.

Moxxie hums, making some coffee since the stuff at IMP is complete shit after the coffee machine broke.

"Mox, I really think you need a break." Millie says.

"I don't need a break, Millie. I already took a break, remember?" He asks.

"I mean a long one." Millie says. "Clearly you're not over what happened, you need some time to process."

"It won't help." He insists. "I really don't want to dwell on this, okay?" He asks, voice irritated.

"Okay, fine." She says.

They eat breakfast quietly, Moxxie hates quiet, he'd much rather things be loud and normal, he wants to hear Millie rant about her sister, or complain about her parents, or go on and on about something she found on the internet…

Moxxie finishes eating and walks to the sink. "I'm sorry." He says to Millie as he rinses off his dish. "I promise I'm not trying to go against you..." he says.

Millie sighs, standing up. "I just wish I knew what I could do to help, Mox."

"I know." He says.

"Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about? Something you want to tell me?" She asks.

"Millie," he thinks about it…

'You can't let her get caught up in all this.'

Moxxie exhales sharply, trying to think of something to say when he hears the IMP van pull up.

“Blitzø is here." He says. “We should go.”

Millie takes a step back before clenching her hands into fists tightly. "Fine, let's go." She says after taking a deep breath to calm down.

Moxxie sighs, that may not have been the best move to make, but he couldn't let Millie know the truth...
What else was he supposed to do?

~~~Later: At work~~~

"Are we seriously going to kill a woman on her wedding day?" Moxxie asks, hiding in the trees with the other two imps as they overlook their target.

The target in question was no other than the bride, she looked so happy up there in her pure white dress and dark black hair... Moxxie wants to rip the gun away from Blitzø immediately, but he uses all his willpower to stop himself. It didn't work out so good the last time he tried that, he almost got them all killed.

He can't disappoint Blitzø...
Not again.

"It is rather cruel." Millie agrees. "But, business is business." She shrugs.

Moxxie tilts his head. "Right...but-"

"Don't be a puss, Moxxie." Blitzø says. "It'll be quick and painless.”

Blitzø pulls out his gun and aims carefully. "Just look out for any trouble makers." He says to the two of them.

Millie does as instructed, keeping an eye on the guests.

Moxxie on the other hand couldn't watch... what could someone do that was so bad to have earn this?!

"Mama!" Moxxie heard from the guests.

No...

"Mama!" The little girl calls again.

Ohh…
The bride is her mom...

The one Blitzø's going to kill...

Moxxie couldn't face this... he can hear the child inside his head screaming, crying...begging to be let out.

No, no no! He doesn't need it, he's an adult- he's fine!

He's fine...

He's fine...

"Mama! Look at me! Watch this!" The girl shouts as she places flower pedals on the ground. The kid was only like three, so the audience found it adorable as she picks up the pedals and threw them again...

'Mama, please talk to me again? I'm sorry...'

Noooo shutupshutupshutup! Stop thinking about that- stop thinking at all!

"Darn fucking kid getting in the way." Blitzø mumbles.

Moxxie is not fine...

He can't do this...

He can't sit here and let Blitzø kill someone's mother, right?

He had to...

Can't disappoint Blitzø...

Not again!

He’ll get mad!

Can’t disappoint Blitzø…

Moxxie's vision blurred as he digs his claws into his arms... he can't see anything.

His breathing increases...he's loosing air.

He's gasping, drowning...

'This is what happens when you cross me.'

No, no, no, no! Stay above water, Moxxie.

'Moxxie...I raised you better than that.'

No!

"Mama! Mama!"

'She's gone. It's just you and me now, kid. You need to accept that.'

No... he can't! He can't accept that!

"Moxxie?" A voice asks.

Moxxie flinches violently as a hand is placed on his shoulder.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" She asks.
She?

Millie...

He pants desperately. "Millie?"

"I'm here, baby. Just breathe." She says calmly.

Moxxie tried, he tried really hard. He doesn't want to disappoint her, but, then he heard the gun shot...

He fucking failed...

"Alright, let's get out of here while they're all still screaming." Blitzø says. "What's his problem?"

"He's having an attack." She says.

Blitzø’s eyes widen. “Oh, fuck- Moxxie?" Blitzø asks, waiting for Moxxie to look at him. "We have to go, can you move?" He asks.

Moxxie nods. “Yes, sir.”

"Okay, great, let's go." Blitzø says, mostly to Millie.

Millie reached out her hand to
Moxxie, and he takes it. "Come on, hun. We'll get you somewhere safe." She whispers to him.

The three of them carefully snuck further into the woods so they won't be seen.

Luckily no one found them...

Blitzø calls Loona who opens the portal.

Moxxie hated himself...

Killing people is their business... this is their job.

He's got to get out of his head!

~~~Past, age 7~~~

Moxxie and his mother were best friends, he depended on her for everything, loved her unconditionally, listened to everything she said and took everything she said straight to heart.

She was his mother, so he fully trusted anything she said...

Until he didn't.

He doesn't remember what he did, he probably sassed off to his mom or something. He was kind of a sassy kid. (Not that he has changed much in that regard.)

Anyway, he was sent in his room for the day...

The whole day.

Alone.

He hated being alone, to be forgotten about.

His mother almost never punished him, he usually didn't give her a reason to either...

But he was forced to stay there, he was sent to his room that morning, and it was now very late... he'd run out of tears, he hasn't eaten, he hadn't moved at all.

He had his books, he was given every meal silently by Alessio, but the guilt he was feeling prohibited him from enjoying anything.

He disappointed her... she probably doesn't even love him anymore.
She's all he had- she took care of him, she talked to him...

He couldn't loose her...

At last, his mother opened the door. After hours of agonizing solitude.

He ran to her and hugged her, apologizing for whatever it is he did to earn such a long time out. “I’m sorry, mama. I’m really sorry.”

His mother gently stroked his head, picking him up and coddling him.

"It's alright. Calm down, Chip. It's okay. It's all over now." She says.

Moxxie nods, drying his silent tears. "I'm sorry, Mama. I won't be bad again, I promise." He says.

"I know. You are a good kid, Moxxie. I really do think so. I just don't want you to end up like your father, that's why I'm hard on you, do you understand?" His mother asks him.

"Yes, Mom. I understand." Moxxie says, nodding compliantly.

"Good." She smiles.

"But, why, Mama? What's wrong with Dad?" Moxxie asks her. "He says I'm gonna be just like him when I grow up."

"You know those sinners in pride?" She asks him.

Moxxie nods. "Yeah, they came here from earth, right?"

She nods. "Thats right. They're here because they were bad people, they're stuck in pride forever as an eternal punishment for the way they chose to live their lives. And if your daddy was a human...he'd end up a sinner too."

Moxxie looks at her confused.

"Your daddy is a bad person, Moxxie." She explains. "He only lives for himself and he kills good people."

"Is it bad to kill people, Mama?" Moxxie asks. He doesn't want to be bad, he wants to be good! He wants Mama to be proud of him!

"No, not always. But, your father kills good people, he kills families." She explains.

"Families?" Moxxie asks.

She nods. "Mothers, and fathers, even kids...could you imagine if one day I just left and didn't come home?" She asks.

Moxxie's heart ached with the thought of his mother leaving him... or was she implying something else?

"One day you'll understand what I'm telling you, you will be in charge of all this, and it'll be up to you to turn this around, to make it good. I know you'll make me very proud someday." She says.

"Yes, Mama. I will." Moxxie says. "I promise."

"I'm sorry for leaving you here so long, darling. I will make it up to you." She promised.

And she did...

They saw cats the musical that weekend.

It was the best day of his life...

~~~Back at I.M.P~~~

"Moxxie, what the fuck happened back there?" Blitzø asks.

"I'm sorry, Sir." Moxxie says.

"Sweetie, maybe it would be best if Blitzø and I handled the next one?" Millie suggest.

"No, I'll be fine!" Moxxie says desperately. "I swear, I'm okay. I can do it!" He insists.

"Mox, you had a panic attack!" Millie reminds him loudly. "You should get some damn rest!"

Blitzø was about to say something, but stopped once Moxxie argued back:

"It was just a small one! I promise, I'm really fine now!" Moxxie insists.

"No you're not!" She scolds. "First of all, there's no such thing as a small panic attack. You almost hurt yourself today, clearly your body is trying to tell you not to work so hard!"

"Or eat so much." Loona mumbles.

"Shut the fuck up!" Millie retorts to loona before looking back at Moxxie.

Blitzø for once didn't try to say anything on the matter, he just kept quiet and listened in on what they were saying. Weirdly enough, he didn't even rush to defend Loona's bad behavior like he normally would.

Loona really couldn't care less, she kept her eyes on her phone screen as if nothing happened at all.

"Please, Moxxie?" Millie begs. "If not for your sake, for mine?"

"Okay...fine." Moxxie mumbles. "I'll take a break."

"Thank you." Millie says.

"Are you sure you're okay, Mox?" Blitzø asks, finally.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Moxxie says. "Please don't worry about me, Sir."

"Done." Blitzø shrugs. "Just get some rest. This isn't anything you haven't handled before. Right?" He asks.

Moxxie smiles, nodding. "Thank you, Sir."

Blitzø gave Moxxie a concerned look, almost as if he knew something...

Millie kisses Moxxie. "I love you, sweetie."

"I love you too." Moxxie says, smiling at her.

Blitzø looks over to loona. "Keep an eye on him if you can?" He asks.

"Mhm, whatever." Loona mumbles.

"Thanks, Loonie." Blitzø says.

"We'll try not to be too long." Blitzø then says to Moxxie.

Millie then smiles at her husband sympathetically and she and Blitzø walked through the portal.

Moxxie gets up and washes his face in the bathroom.

Cold water is supposed to help when you're stressed or don't feel in the present, he knew where he was, but he can't get his nerves to realize it.

Why was he still panicked?

Why can't he stop thinking about it.
He needs to think of good things! When they started I.M.P, his and Millie's second date, when they met, their wedding-

His wedding was good.

Chaz-

No, Millie! His real wedding! Not the one his father forced him into.
Why can't he get out of his head?
He's okay.

He's fine.

He just needs to calm down.

"Just calm down..." he tells himself. "Stop thinking about it. Remember where you are."

He catches his reflection in the mirror...

He really does look like Crimson.

Tears fall down his face while his breathing increased even more.
"There's nothing to get so worked up about. You're okay." He says to himself. "You don't need it, just relax, you're fine. You don't need..."

He-
He's-
He's not fine...
He'll never be fine!
He can practically feel his father pulling his clothes off before forcing him in his mothers old wedding dress.

~~~Past, 4 months ago~~~

"Dad- stop!" He shouts, pulling against his father as he pulls the dress up and forces his hands through the sleeves.

But Crimson doesn't stop, instead he turns him around and zipped up the back of the dress.

His father grips his shoulders tightly. "Moxxie, stop fighting this." Crimson growls. "You're marrying that good for nothing asshat, and I don't care what you think about it." Crimson tied him up. "You turned your back on me, after everything I've done for you." He says. "Turned your back on your family, you're lucky you're useful to me now, otherwise I'd just kill you!"

Moxxie struggles more.

"Stop struggling, or I'll fucking say it!" Crimson warns.

"Don't, please-" Moxxie cries.

"Then stand still." He growls.

Moxxie listens as Crimson finished putting on the dress.

His father throws Moxxie to the floor hard. Moxxie feels a cold dark feeling through his head.

When he looked up, he saw his reflection in the mirror...

In his mother's dress...

Was his mother also forced to marry someone she hated?

Did she have a choice?

Did she have to have his kid?

Was she forced to love him?

"I don't know why you thought you could escape me, Moxxie." Crimson says, gripping his hair and pulling his face up to face him. "Now, be a good boy...don't fucking cross me again." He warns.

~~~Present~~~

"You're not there..." he tells himself as tears run down his face. "You're here, please stay here." Moxxie begs himself. He splashed more cold water on his face. "You're in the bathroom...you're at IMP...Loona is out there...no one else. You're safe, he's not coming after you. He has no reason to."

"You're not alone." He says.

Once Moxxie felt calmer, he went to get some more coffee, but he forgot their stupid coffee machine has been broken for about a month and they keep forgetting to actually replace it...and by they, he meant Blitzø.

Moxxie sighs. "I'm going to get some real coffee, want anything?" He asks Loona.

"Yeah, puppuccino with extra whipped cream." Loona says.

Moxxie raises an eyebrow, but decided not to comment on the strange request. "Okay, got it."

~~~Millie and Blitzø:~~~

Millie and Blitzø walks through the portal back to earth for their second target of the day. "So...Moxxie, is he?-"

"He's fine!" Millie insists. "He's just a little out of it right now."

"He's a little somethin' right now..." Blitzø mumbles.

"What?" Millie asks.

"Nothing." Blitzø says. "Hopefully he'll feel better by tomorrow, I'm not sure how much longer I can stand his weird episode."

"Yeah... Subject change, who's gonna die today?" Millie asks.

"Vengeful wife wants us to kill crappy ex husband." He explains.

"Again? That's like the third one this week."

"Yeah...love truly is beautiful, isn't it?" Blitzø asks sarcastically.

"Speaking of, how's Stolas doin'?" She asks.

"Horny, fancy, weird… um, bird. You know, the usual." Blitzø says as nonchalantly as he can.

"You've been spendin' a lot of time together." She says.

"As per usual." Blitzø says.

"I don't know, something is different about you." Millie says. "I think someone was struck by cupid's arrow." Millie teases.

Blitzø smirks at Millie, trying desperately not to fucking loose it on her. "No, but if you don't shut the fuck up now, you'll be struck by Blitzø's arrow." He threats, using a sickeningly sweet tone to his voice.

Millie chuckles. "Ooo, you do have it bad, you're blushin'." She teases.

"Millie!" Blitzø shouts at her.

"Let's just get this guy before you start loosing your mind over him again." Millie smirks.

Blitzø sighs. "Seriously, If you don't stop, I will fire you." Blitzø says.

"Empty threat." Millie says. "This company would be lost without me and you know it." She says.

'Fuck... she's right.' Blitzø thought, rolling his eyes with a playful scoff.

~~~Moxxie~~~
He knew he was going somewhere...

But, something was wrong, something made him feel so uneasy...

He could swear every shadow looked like a shark, every car backfiring sounded like gunshots.
He was after him…

He knew it.

He just wanted to go home!

He can't let his father get him! Can't let Alessio catch up!

They'll take him back...
He'll be forced to do it all over again.

Or, if he's lucky...

He'll just drown.
He'll die...
He'll never see Millie again!
He needed to run!

~~~Millie, later.~~~

After the deed was done, Millie and Blitzø returned, this took twice as long as the last one, this guy was slippery and fought like a large mouth bass.

"Yeah! I love sweet revenge in the morning." Millie shouted upon walking back into the building.

"Moxxie, you should have seen me fuck up that mother- Where's Moxxie?" She turns to Loona when she realized Moxxie wasn't there.

"I don't know." Loona shrugs.

"You don't know? The fuck you mean you don't know?" Millie asks, voice getting louder. "He said he was going to rest- did he go home?" She asks.

"He said he was going to get coffee, but he didn't come back." Loona shrugs.

Millie's face darkens. "You fucking-"

"Millie! Let's not jump to conclusions, he probably just went home." Blitzø says. "He's had a long day, he's probably just tired."

She calms down. "Yeah...maybe."

"And in any case, it's not fair to blame Loona. Your husband isn't her responsibility." Blitzø says.

"You're right. I'm sorry, Loona." She says. "I've just been a little...overprotective lately."

Loona's eyes widened, she really didn't think it was that big a deal... "it's whatever." She says.

"I'm gonna go home, hopefully he's okay." Millie says.

Blitzø nods. "Just- let me know if you find him." He says. "I don't need you killing random people over this."



Millie sighs, "alright."

~~~Millie and Moxxie~~~

Millie borrowed Blitzø's van to head home, Blitzø said if he wasn't there, she should drive back to IMP so they could continue to look together. He was sure he was right though, that he made it back home...

Why was he so sure?

Upon arriving, she realized the door was unlocked, Moxxie always double checked to make sure it was locked, this morning he checked three times.

"Moxxie?" She called, walking into the dark apartment...

"Moxie?" She called again.

She walked into the bedroom, there he was. He was okay! He was safe!

"Moxxie! Thank satan!" Millie ran to hug her husband. "I was worried."

"I was here." Moxxie says, nonchalantly. "Did- did you call?" He asks, worried. He didn't mean to freak her out, he didn't want her to worry about him.

Millie took his face in her hands. "I called three times, baby...are you okay?" She asks.

Moxxie nods. "Yeah...I'm okay. I must've just missed them." Moxxie says, pulling his phone out of his pocket...

It wasn't even on silent... how did he not hear it ring?

"What are you doing here?" She asks him.

"I dunno...just walked home." He says. "I left to get something...and, ended up here." He explains.

Millie gave him a concerning look. "Moxxie, what's going on with you?"

"Nothing." He says, turning away from her.

"It's not nothin'! Stop saying it is!" She says loudly. "If it was nothin' you'd be at work, not here!" Millie says.

Tears fall down Moxxie's face. "I'm sorry..." he says.

Millie sits next to him and takes his hand. "Moxxie, I really do think you should see someone about-"

"No! Okay? I don't want to see anyone, I'm fine!" He insists.

"You're not fine!"' She shouts. "What the fuck is wrong with you!? We've been through way worse than a fake weddin' what happened back there that was so awful?"

Moxxie shakes his head.

"Please, Mox? Just talk to me! I'm your wife!" She pleads.

"I... I can’t, I can’t! I’m sorry! I will get better, I promise! I will!" Moxxie says.

"Moxxie, it's okay to not be okay. It's okay to feel off or hurt or whatever you're feeling, it's okay!" She says sternly. "You just have to face it. Stop pretending your fine all the time!"

"But I was fine!" He shouts. "I was okay, then he-...and now...and-" tears pour down his face again. “I’m sorry…” he says.

“Mox…” Millie cups his cheek.

"Millie, what if I'll never be okay again?" He asks her.

"You will be...but, hypothetically, if you're not...I'll still love you just the same." She says. "We'll figure this out together. Alright?" She asks.

"But, I wanted better for you!” He admits. "You shouldn't have to deal with all this.“ She dealt with everything; panic attacks, his self esteem, she rescues him all the time! Why couldn’t he just save himself for once?!

"We're partners, Moxxie. We fight together." She says. "Always."

Moxxie sighs. He turns to the wedding dress they left on a chair in their bedroom.

Millie looks at Moxxie...

He kept telling Millie to just leave it there when she asked about it, he can't move it yet.

Moxxie walks over to it and holds the end of the sleeve.

"Moxxie?" Millie asks.

"It smells like her." He says, tears still falling down his face, but slower.

"Was it her dress?" Millie asks.

Moxxie nods.

"What happened to her?" Millie asks.

"Dad said she left...Alessio said she betrayed the family." Moxxie explains.

"Alessio?"

"One of the sharks...it doesn't matter." He shakes his head. Not saying anything else to Millie- the less she knows, the better.

"I'm sorry, Mox." Millie says softly. "I wish I knew what to do to help you. I want to help you." She says. "Please let me in."

"Millie-"

Millie interrupts, getting annoyed with his lack of compliance and vagueness. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me! I can't help you of you won't even try to help yourself." She says.

Moxxie crosses his arms. "I am trying! In case you forgot, I made it through without your help the first time I escaped!" He snaps.

Getting angry was a lot easier...

Millie sighs. "But, you don't have to go through it alone this time!" She says. "What can I do? Just tell me how I can help you.” She says.

"I don't want any help! If you want to help me so much, just leave me alone!" He says.

"Moxxie, I'm not going to leave you alone! We need to talk about this." Millie says.

"Maybe I don't want to talk about it with you." Moxxie says, turning away from her.

"Moxxie- Look, I'm sorry your father was a horrible jackass, and I'm sorry you had a rough childhood. But, everyone has childhood issues, Moxxie. Everyone has to learn to grow up and move on!" She says.

"Oh yeah, right. Because, you'd know all about childhood issues. Wouldn’t you?” He asks. “Growing up on a humble little farm surrounded by a large family who'd literally do anything for you! Ooh how terrible it must have been!" Moxxie mocked. "How did you manage to move on, Mildred?"

"You're one to talk? You grew up in a fucking mansion surrounded by sharks who'd do whatever you say!" Millie shouts.

"I did what they said! And he was way more than just a mere jackass! You don't know the half of it!" Moxxie says.

"Because you won't talk to me!" Millie shouts. "If you'd just let me in, I can help you!"

"You can't help me, Millie!" He shouts, tears continue to fall down his face. "I'm sorry if I'm too much for you, I don't try to be that way!"

"You're not! How could you possibly think that's what I meant?" Millie asks.

"I’ll try, okay? I’ll do better!”" Moxxie promised.

"Moxxie-"

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." He says, tears falling down his face. 

Millie sighs, cupping his cheek.

"I'm sorry I pushed you, baby. I was just scared... Maybe I do have some control issues."



"It's okay..." Moxxie says. "I'm sorry too."



“How about we watch a movie tonight, we can watch Phantom of the Oprah, get some popcorn? How does that sound?" Millie asks. A little self care would certainly help, right?

Moxxie smiles. "Okay."



Millie smiles back, pulling out her phone to text Blitzø and let him know that she found him.



"Millie?"



"Yeah, baby?"



"Blitzø- he's not mad at me, is he?" Moxxie asks.



“Of course not. Why would be mad?”

Moxxie shrugs. “I don’t know…I freaked out in the middle of-“

“It’s okay, baby. He’s not mad, he knows this wasn’t something you could control.” Millie says. She smiles at her husband and he smiles back at her before she exits the room…

He can’t control this…

He sighs.

That’s the fucking problem.

Chapter Text

~~~Millie and Moxxie, a few months later~~~

Millie finished packing her suitcase. “You sure you’ll be alright here, hun?” She asks.

Her brother and sister in law are finally having a baby shower for their second kid. They’ve been trying to plan this for a while, it kept getting postponed due to twisters, sickness, and genuinely forgetting about it. They’ve postponed it so many times that Moxxie is pretty sure the kid is four at this point.

“I’ll be better here then I would be there.” Moxxie says. He doesn’t really get along with Millie’s family, he doesn’t hate them or anything, In fact, he’d probably do anything to make them like him, which is exactly why he shouldn’t go. He’s trying to limit his stress levels.

Millie had to go though, she’d been promising her family she’d visit them for a while, but obviously hasn’t because of work, things being postponed…and mostly because of Moxxie and his issues.

She just didn’t think going to wrath would be good for him.

And she definitely didn’t want to leave him while he was going through…whatever it was.

“Are you sure YOU will be okay?” Moxxie asks. “You know how competitive you get when you’re around your family.” He reminds her.

Millie scoffs, she doesn’t get THAT competitive…

Okay, she can get a little carried away when it comes to her family. But, it’s not that bad…

Okay, she once broke her brothers’ hand playing candyland.

In three different places…

They had to ban the game and similar ones in their house after that.

And Owen (her brother) still can’t see the game without getting flashbacks of that day.

But it could definitely be worse, right?

“I’ll be fine, Moxxie!” She insists. “Most baby shower games are harmless, the likelihood of killing someone is only like sixty-five percent.” She says.

Moxxie raises an eyebrow. “That’s reassuring.” He says sarcastically.

Millie takes Moxxie’s hands in hers, grabbing his full attention. “Hey, are you sure you’re okay with me going?” She asks. “I can stay if you want me too, I don’t have to go.”

Moxxie shakes his head. “No, you should go and be with your family.” He says.

“But You are my family.” She argues.

“I know.” Moxxie kisses her hand. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

She nods. “Alright, but if you need me to come back at any time, just call me. Alright? It wouldn’t bother me, you wouldn’t be an inconvenience, I don’t mind at all, you’re my priority. I want to be with you always, alright?” She asks.

Moxxie nods, containing his anxiety as best as possible. He’s a grown man, he can be without his wife for a few days…right?

“Okay. Thanks, Millie.” He says.

He promised himself he wouldn’t call her, even if he is struggling. If he needs help, he could probably ask Blitzø for a distraction, argue with Loona for a few hours about nothing… or he supposed he could contact his therapist; honestly, that would probably be the healthier option, but he probably won’t do that.

After the argument with Millie, Moxxie did his own research and started seeing an online therapist to help him with the attacks; He also downloaded some recommended exercises for people who deal with anxiety and panic attacks online; most had to do with breathing, or visualizing, or meditation. It’s a work in progress, but he’d do practically anything to get better for Millie’s sake.

They did find however that singing helps him calm down better than any other method; wether it’s him, someone else, or just listening to music in general helps soothe the unbearable emotions he’s been feeling.

So, every time he’d feel uneasy, he’d either sing or listen to some music… no matter how weird it seemed to anyone else around him.

Whatever works he supposed…

He can’t continue to be a burden on Millie. And if singing in public helped with that, it’s worth it.

He can’t loose her…

“Of course. I love you, hun.” She says.

“I love you too.” He smiles at her.

Millie smiles back. “Hey, will you walk me to the station?” She asks.

“Yeah, of course.” He says, taking one of her suitcases and walking out with her.

“I really am proud of all the progress you’ve made, Mox.” Millie says.

“I know, you say that a lot.” Moxxie says. “It’s really not a big deal.” He says.

“I can’t help it.” She says. “Especially when you don’t see how big a deal it is. You’ve been working so hard.”

He knows Millie was trying to be encouraging, trying to help… and Moxxie did feel like she means it when she says she’s proud… but, he feels like he could have done so much more and earlier to avoid this from happening in the first place.

Then Millie wouldn’t have had to deal with it, so they wouldn’t have fought.

And despite the progress, he doesn’t really feel any better. Sure, his panic/Anxiety attacks are less frequent, but his emotional suffering seems to be the same no matter what he does.

They walk to the station, holding each other’s hands the entire time. Moxxie hates knowing they’re going to have to let go eventually…

He just wants to be with Millie, he doesn’t care about the rest of the world or what they had to do, what they wanted… he just wants her, he needs her.

He really doesn’t want to be this needy, he doesn’t want to be a burden on her, he just wanted her to stay…

Was he being selfish?

Was it selfish to want her around all the time?

Probably.

Millie has other people, she has family…

She has responsibilities to them…

‘Come on, Mox. You had responsibilities here that I had to pick up once you left!’

“Okay, that’s me.” Millie says when she hears her number was called.

Damn it, so lost in thought, he couldn’t even enjoy the moment with her.

“I love you so much.” Millie says, kissing her husband then hugging him tight. “Remember to call me if you need me.” She says.

“I love you too.” Moxxie says back, forcing a smile on his face. “Call me when you get there.”

“I will.” She promised him.

Millie let go of him, then slowly released his hand too as she walks away…

He could’ve sworn he saw flashes of green, he could almost feel Alessio looking down at him after insisting he and Millie stay in separate rooms.

No! He’s safe, he’s not there! He’s safe.

Millie will be back, it’s not like…

She’ll be back. She can leave and come back. It’s Millie!

He takes a deep breath and starts humming the tune: ‘get happy’ from summer stock to himself.

It did help the panic, but tears still found their way out silently.

He already missed her.

As Moxxie walked back home, he almost considered going back to the station and following Millie to wrath. But, then he thought maybe it’ll be good for them to be apart a couple days.

Maybe he’ll feel less dependent on her when she got back, and she’ll finally get a break from his constant need for reassurance.

He won’t be a burden on her, won’t disappoint her or distract her…

Won’t overshadow her…

He can’t loose her…

He’s lost too much already.

He can’t loose Millie!

‘Forget your troubles, come on get happy.’ The song played in his mind. ‘Gotta chase all the cares away…’

Now the song is all that existed. He was in the song and nothing else was there.

~~~Millie~~~

Millie sighs sadly as she gets further away from Moxxie.

She almost wanted to run back to him, to stay with Moxxie… something in her felt wrong about this.

But, it always felt wrong to be away from him, she didn’t want to loose him! She felt the need to stay and protect him; She would never forgive herself if something happened to him.

She can’t loose Moxxie.

She could loose anyone, just not him!

She realized how irrational her fear was though, Moxxie could take care of himself.

He’s faced worse, right?

It’s only a couple of days…

Moxxie will be okay…

And she probably will too.

She takes a deep breath and tries to focus on seeing her family again.

Her brothers and sister.

She can’t wait to see them!

Millie is the second child in a fairly large household, she has one older brother: Buck.

Buck (classification, Guardian) was always the 'responsible one' he always tried to keep everyone in line, acting high and mighty all the time while pretending to be humble aswell.

He's was usually kind, giving people the benefit of the doubt, dividing things equally between the siblings, making sure everyone was safe, following the rules and playing fair.

He was a pretty obnoxious know-it-all though. He could get anyone mad if he talked long enough.

And three younger siblings: Sally Mae, Owen, and Dale.

Sally Mae: (Classification: Neutral) was the third kid. She was always the better looking one, the one that drew attention, the charismatic one... the 'Cool' one.

She and Millie have always fought, ever since Sally was born it was like a war had begun, at least according to their mother.

She supposed with them being the only two daughters in the house, and both being middle kids, they always had to fight for attention, and unfortunately Sally usually won.

Don't get her wrong, she was really proud of Sally when she came out to them, she loved her sister... or whatever. But, that doesn't mean she had to like her.

Owen (Classification, Neutral.) usually kept to himself, he was just as strong as the others but never seemed to find much interest in fighting or killing, but he did have a talent in sports like soccer.

He and Millie would sometimes ban together to go against the said: 'favorites' when she lived there. (Not that he had much of a choice, Owen was seven years younger than Millie, so she often lead him into some mischief.) but, he honestly didn't mind much. Owen couldn't stand how much attention Dale got from being the youngest, and also hated Buck for always trying to tell him what to do.

(Eventually him and Buck made up...after Buck got married, moved out and stopped bothering him so much.)

And lastly, Dale: (Neutral) Dale was the youngest of the bunch, and always used his position to get whatever he wanted from their Ma.

He's a classic trouble making hooligan who always got into mischief and used the youngest card to get him out of trouble...

They always said if 'Rebel' or 'Little devil' was a classification, he would have gotten it

And then there’s Millie…

She was plenty smart, not that it meant much to the people in wrath.

She always had to work twice as hard for only a shred of acceptance or attention from her parents.

Who cares if she’s smart?

She had to be strong!

She had to be tough!

Had to be skilled and needed to be ready for any fight that came her way.

She always had to compete with her siblings to get some attention, fight for her spot at the table! Get her fair share and more!

She realized pretty early on that her Ma was far too busy taking care of Sally Mae and Dale to pay any attention to her, So she used all her energy to try and win her father’s approval.

She did everything he ever wanted her too, learned all the skills, built mussel. she competed against her brothers and sister to win his attention.

And it worked, she became his precious little pumpkin spice. She was his little girl, and she loved it.

And then, she met Moxxie. And suddenly she felt…important to someone. Someone needed her, wanted her, someone made her feel wanted…

She didn’t even have to fight for his love, he was just happy to love her.

No one looked at her the way Moxxie did.

No one saw her like he did.

And she doesn’t want them to.

Because as long as he was there, looking at her the way he did, she knew that she was loved.

And no one could get in the way of that.

~~~Moxxie~~~

Moxxie was almost home when he suddenly sees him.

Alessio.

He was in front their apartment door, waiting for him, patiently as if it were business as usual and this was a simple meeting they had planned.

When the shark saw Moxxie he looked up at him.

Said nothing.

Moxxie blinks multiple times, wondering if it was another flashback or something. But it wasn’t, Alessio was really there.

He continued to look at Moxxie, an eyebrow raised as if indicating something in secret…

And Moxxie knew exactly what that was…

The imp takes a few steps back, not knowing what Alessio might do. “Stay away from me.” Moxxie warns.

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, Moxxie. It’s your choice.” The shark says, terrifyingly calm as per usual.

“I said stay away!” Moxxie shouts, pulling out a gun as Alessio walks closer.

“Moxxie…” Alessio warns. “Put the gun down.”

“I’m not going with you!” Moxxie says, tears trying to force their way out. “You don’t scare me, and- and neither does he!”

“Your father just wants to talk to you.” Alessio says calmly, not at all intimidated by Moxxie’s stance. “You wouldn’t want to make him angry, would you?” He asks.

His tone was so fucking calm, like he was talking to a confused child.

Moxxie was not a child! He doesn’t care what anyone said!

Moxxie keeps the gun pointed at the shark, refusing to back down…

He can’t back down!

He can’t go back!

Not again!

He can’t!

Alessio doesn’t even flinch, he’s not scared at all… he knew Moxxie didn’t have what it takes to actually pull the trigger.

And he doesn’t.

Moxxie slowly lowers the gun.

No matter what he does…

Crimson always finds him.

He always wins.

What’s the point?

“Good boy.” Alessio says, walking a little closer. “Let’s get you home, bambino.”

Moxxie backs up away from the taller demon, but suddenly felt a arm wrap around his chest from behind him. He hissed and scratched at the arm violently, but then he felt a sharp prick to his neck. “Ahh- what the-“

Fucking damn it! Why does he never think to look behind him?!

He should’ve ran when he had the chance, why didn’t he run?! What’s wrong with him?!

Of course, they waited until Millie left to take him, why didn’t he just go with her?!

Oh… Millie.

A bag is placed over his head, and a arm wraps around his neck as he’s dragged away quickly into a some type vehicle, he didn’t even have time to react as something hits his head and he blacks out.

“It’s alright, bambino, we’ll be home soon.” A voice promised.

~~~Millie~~~

She arrived in wrath and walked to the farm herself, she never minded walking, she loved it actually.

Loved to look at the bright red sky, smell the fresh harvest and horses, it was home.

She was home.

She walked into the house without bothering to knock, and she’s immediately welcomed her family’s beautiful ruckus:

“What’s the point in a baby shower now? The kid is practically an adult!” Millie hears Owen say.

“Betsy got one so Leslie should too.” Charlotte, her sister in law argued.

“That’s ridiculous.” Owen says. “Betsy can’t even remember her shower.”

“It’s not ridiculous, when you have kids you’ll understand.” Buck says, acting superior.

“He’s not even a baby anymore!” Owen shouts.

“Hey, y’all! Stop fighting without me.” Millie jokes, making herself known before everyone starts a huge fight over this. She knows her family, she definitely prevented a world war.

She’d be damned if they had one without her.

“Millie, thank satan. Someone with a brain!” Owen says, making Dale hit his arm harshly.

“Ow! What the fuck?” Owen asks.

“You started it!” Dale says.

“Did fucking not- mom!” Owen cries, Dale leaps onto him and they wrestle on the floor.

“Boys, if you’re going to fight, take it outside, I don’t need blood on the nice table cloth.” Lynn scolds.

Buck ignores the rest of the family and turns to Millie and gives her a hug. “Where have you been, sis? Haven’t seen you since the harvest moon festival.”

“Last year.” Owen adds, pinning Dale to the floor.

“I know, I’ve been meaning to visit.” Millie says.

Dale pushes Owen off of him and hugs Millie.

She gladly hugs Dale back, then her nephew Dallas. “Work has just been…hectic.” She says. “That’s all.”

“Work? Is that what we’re calling him now?” Her father, Jo asks.

Millie places a hand on her hip while her family laughed at his joke. “Funny.” She says sarcastically, obviously not really amused, but saying something wouldn’t really help any.

“Where is your husband anyway?” Buck asks.

“His name is Moxxie, Moron.” Owen says to Buck.

“They divorced! I called it.” Sally Mae jokes. “Pay up, losers. You each owe me twenty!”

“Oh no, that really puts a damper on the party.” Charlotte, Buck’s wife says.

“I’m sorry, M.” Dale says to her.

“I thought you’d at least last five years.” Buck says.

“We didn’t divorce!” Millie says. “Moxxie just didn’t feel up to coming this time.” She explains.

“Gee, wonder why.” Owen says, sarcastically rolling his eyes. “We’re always so welcoming and nice to everyone.”

“Don’t mind Owen, he’s going through a bit of a phase.” Lynn says. “Say, why don’t you get some rest?” She suggests. “You’re probably tired from such a long trip.”

“I’ll be fine, Ma.” Millie says. “I’ll just put my suitcases upstairs, call Moxxie, then I’m gonna beat y’all at whatever party games ya got!”

“Yeah!” Everyone cheers.

“That’s my little firecracker!” Jo says. “We really missed you around here.”

Millie smiles at her father. “Thanks, Pa. I really missed all of you too.”

She goes upstairs and tries to call Moxxie, but she gets no answer…

Strange.

She tried two more times before deciding to let him call her back.

Hopefully he didn’t have another attack.

Maybe he was just busy…

Maybe he accidentally put his phone on silent…

Or it’s dead…

Oh please let his phone be dead…

He’ll call back, and everything will be fine…

She’ll know he’s okay.

He has to be.

“Millie?” Dale asks her.

“Sorry- I’m coming.” She says to him, walking back downstairs to join the family.

He’ll call her back.

He will.

Chapter Text

“This game is fucking stupid!” Sally Mae complains.

The day was full of gossip, yelling, and complaining, especially from Millie’s siblings. (So basically a normal day back when she lived here.)

Turns out baby shower games can get awfully competitive and…also kinda boring.

More mean words than broken bones.

It’s almost like Charlotte had purposely chose games that didn’t involve physical combat…

Strange.

“You’re fucking stupid!” Owen says. “There is no s in cellulite!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Sally retorts.

“Make me, bitch!” Owen says.

“Oh- you’re gonna fucking die.” Sally says, launching at Owen before Buck and Dale intervene to try and stop them.

Each sibling was pulling another sibling off the other and again.

“Why do y’all always have to fight? Like, we can’t just have one nice moment. Why can’t you just be nice to each other?” Charlotte

“Clearly, you haven’t been here long enough.” Owen says, as Buck stops Sally from ripping his fucking head clean off. “Fighting is how we show love.” He says.

“That’s ridiculous.” Charlotte says.

Sally stops trying to attack Owen and shrugs. “No, he’s right. That’s how it works. Right Millie?” She asks, crossing her arms smugly at her older sister.

Millie would have joined in and messed with Sally back, if she wasn’t so worried about Moxxie. She saw the time, it was late… it was late afternoon- but still a long time since she first called Moxxie.

She decided she was done waiting to get an answer, Moxxie was probably in trouble. She gets up from where she as sitting and starts walking out of the room.

“Millie, where are you going?” Dale asks.

“Just- give me a second.” She says to him.

~~~Millie~~~

Millie leaves the room to try and to call Moxxie again…

And again…

But, still no answer!

She shakes her head, something was wrong! She needed someone to check on him, now!

“Come on, Blitzø…please answer.” She begs silently.

~~~Loona~~~

She was fucked.

She just got back from hanging out with Tex at a party…

She’s been getting used to the loud crazy that was Bee’s parties. It was actually kinda nice.

Until she realized how much she actually cared about her fellow hound. How could she fall for Tex of all people?! There were so many other guys out there.

She couldn’t be with him… even if he wasn’t with someone else, they’re supposed to just be friends.

Why couldn’t she just- move on? Find someone new.

But, Tex. He was just so nice to her! He was so cool, and Bee was so-

Sigh…
Who’s she kidding? Bee was Perfect.

How can she compete with her rainbows and cotton candy?

Even without her in the picture, she could never be good enough for him.

She was a common Mut…

Blitzø’s phone starts to ring on the coffee table.

Loona rolls her eyes, the fucking idiot. How could he just leave his phone like that?

Blitzø left to get a few things at the store, after seeing Loona so- out of it, he even mentioned getting some ice cream to help cheer her up.

She appreciates him trying and all… but, he can’t fix this with ice cream.

Was she a terrible person?

Loona sighs as she hears the phone ring again, somehow it even sounded louder! She decides to get up and answer the damn phone herself in case it might be important. “Hello?”

“Oh- Loona.” Millie says, sounding almost disappointed that she answered instead of Blitzø.

“What do you want?” Loona asks.

“Where’s Blitzø?” Millie asks.

“He went out, the dumbass left his phone here.” Loona scoffs.

“Oh… Is Moxxie there?” Millie asks.

Loona raises an eyebrow. “Uhm. No…why would he be?”

“He isn’t answering his phone, I’m starting to get really worried about him.” Millie admits.

“When are you not worried about him?” Loona asks. “The two of you are practically attached at the hip, it’s honestly kinda pathetic.” She insults.

“Do you think maybe you could head over to our apartment and check on him?” Millie asks, ignoring her comment. “Just to make sure he’s…you know, alive.”

“Seriously? Let me guess, he hasn’t answered you after like- five seconds and you decided something must be horribly wrong?” Loona asks.

“Just do it. Please?” Millie asks desperately.

Loona can hear how worried she sounds, it was kind of freaking her out. Millie wasn’t yelling at her after those incredibly rude comments, she wasn’t rushing to defend their relationship, it must’ve been pretty important. “Alright, okay. I’m on it.” She says.

“Thank you.” Millie says.

Loona hangs up.

Moxxie always answers Millie; even if he was already talking to someone else, he’d hang up on them to talk to her instead no matter how important it was…

She gets up.

Ugh! He’d better not be fucking dead, or she’ll kill him…

Or… something like that.

~~~At M&M’s apartment, Loona:~~~

Loona pounds on the door. “Hey, Fatty! You’re wife is having a fucking tantrum because you’re not answering your phone, open up!” She shouts…

No response at all, not even a sound.

She tries to twist the knob.

Locked.

Okay, new plan.

She tried to look through the windows, but she sees nothing.

Weird…

“Oh shit.” She sees his phone lying on the ground, she picks it up and it’s cracked all over.

She can kinda see the notifications on the Lock Screen:

Millie- 35 missed calls.

Millie- 25 unread messages

Millie- 13 voice mails.

Okay…. Now she’s a little worried.

He’d better be in real fucking danger, because she’s going to kill him for worrying her if it was all for nothing!

Millie she meant!

Loona’s going to kill him for worrying Millie.

Not her.

She honestly couldn’t care less if Moxxie was okay.

She sniffs to try and track him.

He was here.

But when she lost his scent the moment she tried to follow it…

Where in hell was he?

~~~~~~

Loona returned home quickly to find Blitzø.

He’ll find Moxxie, he’ll know what to do! Don’t panic!

“Hey, Loonie.” Blitzø says as she enters their apartment.

“Did I leave my phone he-…what?” He asks her. He can suddenly see the worry on her face. “Loona, what happened?” He asks.

“Moxxie’s gone.” Loona says.

“Gone?” Blitzø asks.

“His stupid wife called and got me all worried.” Loona gives him back his phone. “So, I went over to his place to see if he was breathing- but his phone was smashed, and I can’t follow his scent, I lost it almost instantly!” Loona says, she feels like a huge failure! That was literally all she was good for, and she failed…

“Okay, calm down.” Blitzø says to her. “Let me call Millie, then we can look for him together. Alright? I’m sure he’s fine. His crazy father probably just kidnapped him.”

“How is that fine?’ Loona asks.

Blitzø shushes her and calls Millie.

“Yeah, alright.” Loona mumbles, crossing her arms stubbornly.

Blitzø did his best to sound calm for Loona’s sake, but she knew better, he looked worried!

He always cared about Moxxie, sometimes so much it made even her feel a little jealous…

Stupid fucking possum!

Why does he let this shit happen to him?

Why can’t he just be safe like a normal person for once?

~~~Millie~~~

“Okay, I’m on my way.” Millie says, hanging up the phone.

The whole family looks up at her with concern.

“Can someone drive me to the station?” She asks.

Everyone groaned. “Come on! You just got here this morning!” Owen complains.

“I know, I know! But, something happened to Moxxie, I have to find him and make sure he’s okay.” She explains.

Owen sighs sadly, but seems to understand. “Okay, I’ll drive you if someone will let me borrow their truck.

Buck takes the keys out of his pocket and hands them to Owen. “Be careful.” He warns.

Owen rolls his eyes. “I’ve been driving since I was ten, relax. Come on, sis.” He says to Millie, rushing out the door with her as the rest of the family shouts their goodbyes.

“What happened to your truck?” Millie asks as they get into Buck’s truck.

“I don’t know. My friend chrissi insists the noice it made was far too, as she describes it: ‘hippo’ and it needed to be looked at. So, it’s in the shop.” Owen explains.

“Hm. Strange.” Millie says.

“Yup.” Owen turns on the car and starts driving to the station.

“Can you drive any slower?” Millie asks sarcastically. “You know this is important, right?”

“This is a brand new truck, Millie. I’m not breaking it! We’ll get there fast enough.” He says.

Millie sighs. She needs to get back, she needs to find Moxxie!

This was all her fault! Why did she leave him?

Her eyes fill with fire. “Stop the car, please?” She asks nicely, causing Owen to become suspicious.

He does however, so Millie pulls him out of the drivers seat and throws him. into the backseat so she could drive.

“Ow- Millie!” He shouts.

“Buckle up.” She says. “I got a husband to find.”

Owen does. “For fucks sake.”
He mumbles. “Okay, but if Buck is mad because you ruined his car, it’s on you, not me. I’m the victim of this situation!"

Millie sighs. “I’ll pay for any damage, alright? But, this is important! Moxxie could be in real danger. I’m talking life and death!”

“Life and death? Seems kinda dramatic, don’t you think? Do you even know where Moxxie is?” Owen asks.

Millie sighs. “Well, we have an idea…”

Millie is meeting Blitzø and Loona in greed to check on a certain mob boss they knew of.

If he really was taken by him, she only hopes they can get there before Crimson seriously hurts him.

~~~~Moxxie~~~

Moxxie regained consciousness, he can hear the spinning blades on the helicopter…

Helicopter? Shit!

He’d almost forgotten what had happened before he was knocked out by one of his fathers stupid sharks!

“So…finally awake I see..” A voice says.

Crimson.

Crimson? Why is he here? He usually doesn’t bother himself with meaningless tasks like this.

He usually just lets the sharks do it, while he handled business at home.

Moxxie forces himself to sit up and face his father….and Alessio.

That fucking bastard, he should have just shot him, the shark probably wouldn’t hesitate it the roles were reversed.

Once Moxxie moved, he realized that he’s tied up. It honestly seemed overkill to him, it’s not like he could run away while they’re in the fucking sky! Where’s he gonna run to?!

“What do you want with me, Sir?” Moxxie asks him, anger filling his lungs. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it, not everything has to be over the top.”

Crimson tisks. “Someone’s forgotten his manners, we’ll have to re-teach you.” Crimson scolds.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Moxxie says, not meaning it, he just needs to stay on Crimson’s good side so he can escape.

“Did you honestly think we was gonna let you walk away and never come back?” Crimson asks. “You’re fucking dense.”

“I don’t know, I didn’t seem worth your time before until you needed Chaz’s fake money.” Moxxie says.

“We needed the money! I told you that! What’s the point in wasting time and money finding you if we didn’t even have enough to fund the organization?!” Crimson asks.

“My thoughts exactly.” Moxxie mumbles.

Crimson grabs Moxxie’s face. “Well now, you don’t gotta worry about that, baby. We got into some new business. Money is suddenly piling in.” Crimson explains, smiling sadistically.

“What business would that be?” Moxxie asks, pretending he’s not internally panicking.

“That’s for me to know and you to stay out of unless I tell you otherwise.” Crimson says, letting his son go.

Moxxie’s sighs, sitting back in his seat, best not to fight Crim until after they’re out of the helicopter.

Why didn’t Crimson just tell him? It had to be pretty bad if he wouldn’t even brag about it to Moxxie.

What was he up to?

Once they had made it to the mansion, and safely landed, Moxxie tried to run out in attempt to escape, but his father was quicker and grabbed him.

“Let me go!” Moxxie demands struggling to escape his fathers grasp- but to no avail.

Crimson pulled Moxxie inside and upstairs despite the struggling, kicking, and even attempted biting.

His father throws Moxxie harshly to the floor of his old bedroom. “Settle the fuck down!” He shouts, getting on his knees, he unties Moxxie, giving him the ability to kick his father in the face.

And he hates to miss out on such a good opportunity.

Crimson recoils… “You little Bitch!” He shouts, grabbing his son once again and holding him in a tight bear hug.

Moxxie kicked his hooves violently as he tried to escape his fathers grasp. “Moxxie, enough!” His father demanded.

But Moxxie didn’t listen, he kept twisting and turning, trying to escape his fathers’ death grip. “No, let me go! Let me the fuck go!” Moxxie shouts.

“What the hell has gotten into you lately, huh?” Crimson asks, trying to get a firm grasp on his son. “You never used to fight me like this!”

“I never had a reason to before, now I do!” Moxxie broke free from his fathers’ grasp, then turned to try and punch him; only to have Crimson grab his arm, twist it, and pin it tightly behind his back.

Moxxie yelped in pain.

“Alright, you little brat! I didn’t want to do this right away, I was hoping we could talk a bit, but you have left me with no other choice…” Crimson whispers. Moxxie was still trying to escape, pulling against him despite the pain being unbearable.

Moxxie breathes heavily. “Don’t do it, please don’t-“

Crimson leaned in closer to his son and whispers again: “It’s quiet time, Moxxie.”

Moxxie gasps, he stopped fighting; he dropped to his hands and knees as Crimson finally let him go.

Moxxie stayed still as Crimson circled him for a moment.

Similar to how sharks will circle their prey.

Moxxie blinked after a moment of silence. He looks around, wondering what was going on- what happened? “Daddy?” He asked.

“Yeah, Mox?” Crimson asks.

“Wha’ happen?” He asks.

Crimson kneels down to look at Moxxie, griping his chin tightly, causing Moxxie to whine pitifully. “Nothing, baby. Someone’s just acting up again, not being a very good boy today, I see.” He scolds.

Moxxie frowns and immediately starts tearing up. “M’ sorry, daddy. M’ no’ bad boy, m’ good.”

Crimson hums, standing up again. “What’s wrong, Mox?” Crim asks.

“M’ seepy, daddy.” Moxxie explains.“No’ bad, jus’ seepy.”

“I know, you had a very long day today, haven’t you?” Crim says.

Moxxie’s tears fell silently down his face, he didn’t remember what happened today…what happened to make him so tired? What did he do? Not knowing was honestly terrifying.

He reached for his father, needing some comfort right now; he didn’t know why he was so stressed out and tired today, but his body was still reacting to whatever event took place before, and he needed his daddy right now.

When Crimson didn’t pick him up immediately, Moxxie’s face dropped and he pouted pathetically. “Daddy, p’ease? M’ sowry!” He cried. “I didn’ me’ ta’ bad.” He explains, tears pouring down his face more.

“For fucks sake, Mox.” Crimson sighs. “You really are pathetic.” Crimson picks up the little one at last and patted his back. “It’s alright. Daddy’s here.”

“Daddy.” Moxxie cried softly, gripping his father’s shirt tightly to get as close to him as possible.

It’s been a while since Crimson had to do this, he forgot how clingy Moxxie can actually be.

Crimson shakes his head and lets out an exasperated sigh. If it were anyone else, Moxxie would have been dead by now; but for some reason Crimson couldn’t kill his son, at least not yet; especially with the knowledge that such an innocent little part of him still exists.

He sets his little on the bed, then walks over to Moxxie’s closet.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Moxxie?” Crimson asks.

“Stowey?” He asks, trying really hard to talk correctly.

“It’s late, Mox. You need to sleep.” Crimson says firmly.

“Jus’ wan’ times.” Moxxie says.

“We’ll spend more time together tomorrow, alright?” Crimson says. He walks back over to Moxxie with some bright yellow button up pajamas and a nighttime pull-up (just in case.) Moxxie waits patiently for his father to undress him and then dress him up again.

“Arms up, Mox.” Crimson says.

Moxxie does as he’s told, then his dad pulls off his shirt and replaces it with the pajama top.

The little looked at the buttoned up top confusingly, he didn’t recognize it at all. Daddy must’ve just bought it, because Moxxie has never seen them before.

Crimson held out the pull-up, and Moxxie stepped in it without question, and did the same with the pajama pants.

Moxxie realizes that a lot was suddenly very different. He was bigger, his father was older, he wondered how long it’s been since he was last little…

Crimson realizes how confused Moxxie is, It’s like time completely stopped for the young one. Moxxie must not have regressed since leaving, kid really hasn’t prioritized taking care of himself.

Tisk Tisk.

Well, he was definitely going to be taken care of now, one way or the other. Crimson rubbed the back of Moxxie’s head affectionately. “Get some rest, Moxxie.” He ordered, standing up and turning off the lamp.

Moxxie stood up from the bed and hugged his father tightly. “Ni’, daddy.”

Crimson hugs him back, running his fingers through his hair. “Goodnight, Mox.”

~~~Moxxie, Past: age 15:~~~

Moxxie waited every day for the mail so he could get to it before his father could.

Since he took the classification test two weeks ago, he’s been determined to get the mail before anyone in his family can get their hands on it.

He wasn’t sure what it was going to say, though he had a few theories… he just had to know what it said, then he can think of something to tell his father.

“Mail call!” One of his fathers stupid sharks announced.

Moxxie reached for it, but-

“I’ll take that.” He father says taking the mail before Moxxie could.

Crimson looks through the letters casually as he continued to talk to their fellow Mafioso. “How’s your family doing with the transportation?” He asked the man.

“Doing great, better than ever actually. If you ever need any specialized weapons or anything in bulk, you’ll know where to find us.” Henry, the shark said.

Moxxie deflated, he wasn’t allowed to interrupt Crim while he was doing business. He just stood there as his heart pounded in his chest; he watched his father take one envelope and place it behind the rest of the other envelopes again and again, his results could be in there! What if it was bad? What if he was classified a little?

He had moments where he had felt small, vulnerable, and down right terrified; but, that wasn’t regression right? That was just anxiety…right?

“Moxxie?” His father suddenly says, interrupting his internal panic.

“Y-yes, sir?” Moxxie trembled.

“This is Henry shpark. Henry, this is my son, Moxxie.” Crimson introduced.

“I can see the resemblance.” The man said. Moxxie knew the drill, he stood up straight and shook the man’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” Henry says.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Moxxie says, trying to hide the panic stirring inside him, he kept moving his eyes back and forth from the man and his father.

“Future underboss, eh? Pretty exciting.” The Henry shpark says, clearly just trying to start a conversation to impress Crim through his son.

Crimson looked at one particular envelope with intrigue; he looked at his son suspiciously. “Moxxie, Go to your room and do your homework, I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner.” Crimson ordered.

“Yes, sir.” Moxxie obeyed instantly, heading upstairs to his bedroom.

“Maybe we should discuss this more in my office?” Crimson suggests. “Usually I don’t talk business until after dinner, but it could be a while.” He suggests. The man (Henry) agreed, so Crim lead him to his office, then Alessio closed the door for them.

Moxxie could hardly focus on his homework due to his anxiety…

How bad did he do on the test? And how would Crim react if he was classified something wrong?

Crimson wouldn’t kill him because of his classification, right?

Moxxie wishes he could say no…

~~~Later:~~~

“Moxxie?” A knock, as well as a squeak from the door being opened was heard.

“Yes?” Moxxie asks, turning to the shark at the door.

“Your father wants to speak to you in his office.” Alessio announced.

“Now?” Moxxie asks.

“Right now.” He nods.

Moxxie sighs and nods. “Okay, I’ll be there in a second.” He says.

“He looks very determined, I wouldn’t take too long if I were you.” Alessio says, closing the door and leaving.

Moxxie took a few deep breaths and he tried to convince himself everything would be okay…

But, he knew better…

He walked downstairs, trying to think of any other reason his father may want to speak with him…any other reason would have sufficed.

He knocks on the door.

“Enter.” He hears his father say.

Moxxie opens the door. “You wanted to speak with me, Sir?” Moxxie asks anxiously in a small voice, barely audible.

“Yeah, close the door.” Crimson says.

Moxxie does.

“Come here, have a seat.” His father instructed.

Moxxie nods. “Yes, sir.” It was almost like everything was happening in slow motion as he walked over to sit down across from his father.

“Your test results came in.” Crimson explains. “Anything you want to tell me?” He asks.

“N-no, sir.” Moxxie’s heart pounded in his chest, inside his head the words: ‘please don’t say little, please say something else, anything else! I’ll even take caregiver, or fucking babysitter, I don’t even care if it says scum of the earth on there, just don’t say little!’ This repeated itself over and over in his mind, even though Moxxie secretly knew better. The odds of the test getting his results wrong weren’t horribly slim, but with his luck, it seemed almost impossible to get his way.

It felt like the universe was always against him.

Crimson slid the paper to him.

60% Age regressor
35% Pet regressor
5% babysitter

Moxxie’s breathing increased.

Crimson didn’t say anything as Moxxie continued to read through the results, his little age was between 0-4 which didn’t surprise him much, but he was hoping for a little- or actually a lot older. They recommended some resources to get the proper care and supplies, as well as numbers to contact a caseworker, handler, or to take a secondary test for better results if they believed it to be wrong or wanted a second opinion.

Moxxie finally looked up at his father, expecting to see him mad or something, but he didn’t seem too mad at Moxxie. “S-sir? This has got to be a mistake. I’ve never-“

“It’s no mistake, Mox. You and I both know it. Don’t we?” Crimson asked, getting out a lighter for his cigar.

Moxxie gulped.

“Moxxie?!” Crimson asks, louder than before.

“Yes, sir.” Moxxie says worriedly.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen now.” He closes the top to his lighter dramatically. “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but we’re gonna fix ya so we don’t have any more problems.”

“F-fix me?” Moxxie asks nervously.

“We can’t be havin’ any caseworkers snooping around our business here. So, you’re going to have to cheat the second test so you can have different results, got that?” Crimson asks.

“Yes, sir.” Moxxie agrees immediately, he wanted to ask Crimson how he was supposed to cheat, but he didn’t need Crimson to be more angry than he already was.

“As for the whole little thing, there are ways to keep that under control; I know a guy, he’ll fix you right up.”

Fix him…

Moxxie knew being a little was far from ideal, but he wasn’t really broken…was he?

“You can just make it go away?” Moxxie asks. “Just like that?”

“Well, we’ll see what they can do; these are the benefits to having money and connections, Mox.” Crim explains.

Moxxie was sort of relieved by his father’s reaction to all this, he was worried Crimson wouldn’t accept it, that he’d disown him…permanently.

“Get washed up for dinner, Moxxie. Then you got some studying to do.” Crim told him.

“Yes, sir.” Moxxie says. “Thank you, Sir.” Moxxie left for the door-

“Oh, one more thing, Moxxie.” Crimson says.

Moxxie paused, then turned around to look at his father again. “Yes, Sir?”

“Don’t fuck up this time, or I will be getting rid of you. We can’t be havin’ unruly littles running around here, understand me?” He asks, harshly.

Moxxie felt a chill run down his spine. “…yes, Sir.”

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~~~Moxxie, Past, age 15:~~~

Crimson told Moxxie that he had ‘connections’ with someone who could allegedly stop Moxxie from regressing.

The place in question was called ‘Madressas’ they’re a business who uses the same techniques as the powerful demon herself. They had to sign a document before coming in, a confidentiality contract that would reassure that neither client nor hypnotist would speak of what happened inside.

This made Moxxie even more nervous, what was about to happen in there? And why couldn’t he talk about it?

“Get moving.” Crimson tells him when Moxxie finished signing. “We don’t have all day.”

“Yes, sir.” Moxxie says, his body was betraying him by shaking, and he could barely breathe, but he did his best to listen to his father.

They walk into a room with a snake demon, they didn’t seem so scary, but they were still a little sketchy…or a lot, he honestly wasn’t sure, he just wanted to go home.

Crimson explains the situation in as few words as possible, “I’m Crimson, this is my son, Moxxie.”

The snake smiles. “Hello, Moxxssssie.” This demon hissed. The demon was wearing a He/She pin on her shirt. It was strange to Moxxie, he’s never seen someone use both he and she; but for some reason it did make him feel more comfortable. It made him realize this demon was still a person, not just someone who’s only existence was to hurt him.

“We was recommended by a guy named Marlee. Has he filled you in?” Crimson asks.

He nods. “Yes, he did. I assume Moxxie is the little one in quessstion?” She asks.

Crimson nods, while Moxxie avoided eye contact.

“Please, take a seat.” She says, gesturing to the chairs in front of them.

Both imps take their seats, Moxxie rather hesitantly.

The snake demon smiles at Moxxie sympathetically before turning back to Crimson. “While we cannot get rid of Moxxie’s little self for good, we do have ways to better control it.” He says to them.

Moxxie deflates, he was hoping if he really had to be here, maybe they could just get rid of it all together.

“How?” Crim asked.

“Hypnosis.” The demon says.

“H-hypnosis?” Moxxie asked nervously.

“Yes, we’ll use trigger words to help better separate your alternative states of mind.” She explains to Moxxie specifically.

“Will it hurt?” Moxxie asks.

“Not at all, it will only help your caregivers take control over when you regress.” He says.

“Let’s do it.” Crimson says, which worried Moxxie even more. Why was Crimson so okay with this?

Moxxie hated this idea, to have Crimson completely take over his mind, he already had control over everything else, shouldn’t Moxxie have control over something for once? Why was Crim so insistent on taking everything away from him?

She nods. “Alright then. Moxxie, please lay down on the couch over there.” He points at a red couch on the other side of the room.

Moxxie doesn’t move for a moment, too scared of what he might do to him. Just because this random stranger said it wouldn’t hurt, doesn’t make it true.

“Moxxie, do as you’re told.” Crimson ordered him.

When he still doesn’t move, Crim leans forward to Moxxie and grabs his horn to pull him closer, he whispers to him harshly: “Remember what I said about unruly littles?” He asks.

Moxxie answers. “Yes, sir.”

Crimson let go of his son’s horn, harshly pushing him in the direction of the snake. So Moxxie shakily walks over to said couch, and the hypnotist smiles sympathetically at the young Moxxie and reassure him that it was alright. “Just relax, this won’t hurt.” She says. “There’s absolutely no pressure on you, all you have to do is listen.”

Listen… that’s all Moxxie ever did.

The hypnotist waved a watch in his face, moving it side to side as her eyes started to slowly spiral. “Follow the watch with your eyes, Moxxie. Don’t move your head. Fall into my trance.” She instructs.

Moxxie listens, following the watch back and forth for a few minutes before feeling incredibly tired and lost- almost disconnected with the rest of his body.

“Breathe in…”

Moxxie did.

“Breathe out.”

Moxxie listens…

The hypnotist continues to guide Moxxie. “Alright, dear. Now look into my eyes.” She says. The snake’s eyes were spiraled, swirling around and around, moving faster than before, Moxxie couldn’t look away if he wanted to…

“Moxxie, when you hear the words: ‘Quiet time.’ you will regress to any little headspace you need to, and when you hear the words: ‘Wake up’ you will be your big self once again. Understood?” She asks.

He snapped her fingers, not really needing an answer, he didn’t have a choice anyway, and at last Moxxie was back to his normal state of mind.

“You sure this will work?” Crim asks.

The snake nods. “I recommend allowing him to regress at least every week or every two weeks. Littles who repress for too long are prone to anxiety attacks, panic attacks, stress, anger, depression, and just feeling overwhelmed in general. It can be rather painful, and stressful.

Crimson hummed in complacency.

“It can also cause impure regression.” He explains.

“W-what’s that?” Moxxie asks, standing up and sitting next to Crimson again.

“Well, you know how regression is supposed to make you feel relaxed and help with anxiety and trauma?” She asks.

If Moxxie wasn’t terrified out of his mind right now, he may have laughed. How can he feel relaxed if regression makes him feel small, helpless, and scared? He never felt relaxed… But, instead of arguing, he shrugs. “I guess.”

“Well, impure regression is when your regression has many negative emotions attached to it;
It can cause intrusive thoughts, more anxiety, panic attacks, flashbacks, tantrums, and meltdowns while in headspace.” He explains.

Moxxie pales as the person continues to talk about littles and tantrums… This whole thing was incredibly scary, and humiliating. He doesn’t want this at all! Why couldn’t he just be a neutral? He felt like the whole universe was completely against him. But, despite his inner turmoil, he just nods understandingly, and then turns to look away.

“It’s also not good to keep yourself in your regressed state for too long; I’d say two or three days max; it’s rare, but for some of our clients, when they stayed in their regressed mindset for too long, it can interfere with their adult headspace. They’ve lost control of their bodies, suffered memory loss, or just felt dazed for a long period of time. This has only happened a couple times: but, don’t worry. They were both left in headspace for over three weeks for this to happen, and eventually they got back to their normal selves. It’s nothing to worry about, it’s only precaution that I have to warn you about.” She explains.

Crimson nods again. “Makes sense, anything else?”

He thinks about it. “Well, you’re free to come back if there’s any complications. But, that’s about it.” She says. “If you’d like, I can show you how to take care of him, or you can always hire someone else to…” The snake suggests.

Moxxie covers his face; his whole thing was too much! He just wanted to die, or hide in his room forever, either one would suffice.

“It’s okay, I know how to take care of him.” Crimson says, giving Moxxie a warning look.

Moxxie gulps and sits up straight again.

She nods, she finished writing out the information and keeps the paper in-between a book. “Alright, please keep this handy anyway, he hands Crimson a small booklet. “Just in case.”

The title: ‘How to take care of your regressed little.’

They left the building and Crimson shoved Moxxie in the car harshly. “What the fuck is the matter with you?” Crimson asks.

“I’m sorry, sir!” Moxxie cowers. “I was just scared, I didn’t know what they were going to do-“

“Do you honestly think I’d let that *** hurt you?” Crimson asks. “You know how to behave yourself in front of others, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” Moxxie answers.

“Do not do that again!” Crimson threatens.

Moxxie nods. “Yes, Sir.”

~~~Later~~~

When Moxxie retook the test, he got Neutral type: Poet.

The person who gave him the test explained that sometimes they just get results wrong, but reassured him there’s no possible way he’s actually a little…

Crimson got his wish he supposed.

He’s fixed.

~~~Present:~~~

“Wake up, Moxxie.” Crimson says.

Moxxie does, he wakes up back in his adult headspace.

He sits up when he realizes he’s in his old room with Crimson looming over him.

“Are you ready to be good yet?” Crimson asks, his patronizing tone filling Moxxie with rage.

“Wha- what in satans’ domain is wrong with you? Taking me here! After everything that’s happened? After everything you did! What in all of hell makes you think I’ll do anything you say?!” Moxxie asks.

“So, that’s a no then?” Crimson asks. “Pity.”

“There’s nothing you can do to me to make me listen to you!” Moxxie says.

Crimson grabs Moxxie’s face harshly, causing the smaller imp to whimper. “You’d better watch what you say, Moxxie.” Crimson says. “Almost sounds like you’re challenging me.”

Moxxie pulls away. “Dad, please? Your obsessive need to control everything has to stop! You just hurt people, you can’t keep doing thi-“

Moxxie was interrupted by a smack from his father.

Moxxie grunts as his face hits the cold floor. But he still picks himself up as he glares at Crimson.

Crimson grabs him by the collar, pulling him close. “Listen here you ungrateful brat! I have done nothing but take care of you! You. Owe. Me! And Unless you’d rather us take a little boat ride together- you’re gonna fucking listen to what I say. I’m fucking serious.” Crimson threatens.

Moxxie tried resisting, tried to fight again… but.

He can’t fight Crimson…he never could! He’ll kill him, then what?

He’ll never see Millie again, he’ll loose the only person in his life that made it all worth it.

The one person who ever really loved him.

Once again, his father had him. Even when Moxxie felt confident, even when he knew he was capable- his father always found a way to scare him into submission. “Yes, sir.” Moxxie says.

“Good. Get dressed, then meet me downstairs in my office.” He demanded.

Moxxie’s heart beat fastened against his chest. Crimson only asked him to his office if there was business to discuss, or punishment to be received. “Your office? But-“

“I’d hurry up if I were you, Mox. You wouldn’t want to make me angry.” Crimson slams the door, allowing Moxxie a few moments alone.

So, that’s how it is then…
Crimson wanted Moxxie to play his game, so be it then.

He can play nice, pretend to have given up…

Then when Crimson trusted him again, that’s when he makes his escape!

~~~Millie~~~

Loona and Blitzø met Millie at the station.

“How did you get here before me?” Millie asks them in confusion.

“He drove like a maniac.” Loona says. “And took a few short cuts.”

“Oh, like you drive any better!” Blitzø says.

“Better than that!” Loona argues.

Millie smiled for only a moment, she really is lucky to have Blitzø, most bosses probably wouldn’t care if an employee goes missing…especially in hell. No one seems to care much about anything.

Though sometimes, she admits Blitzø cared a little too much about their personal lives.

“Alright, let’s get Moxxie before you two kill each other.” Millie says. “We can only really handle one major problem at a time.”

They get in the van and try remember where exactly Crimson’s mansion was.

It’s been a while, and it’s not like they can just ask someone where the mob boss was.

“I’m pretty sure it was passed loo loo land.” Millie says.

“Past in which direction?” Blitzø asks.

“How do you not know where it is?” Loona asks.

“We took a helicopter! And it’s been a while!” Blitzø says.

“Didn’t you grow up here?” Loona asks.

“Yeah, I wasn’t exactly looking for local crime bosses in the area.” Blitzø says.

“It was surrounded by green houses!” Millie says.

“THEYRE ALL GREEN!”

~~~Moxxie~~~

Moxxie got cleaned up and dressed before he walked downstairs to meet his father in his office.

He wished he could just leave, but the stupid sharks were everywhere, watching him…

Fucking sharks…

If only he could get a hold of a weapon! He could at least find a shortcut! As long as he avoids Alessio and Crimson, he might have a chance…

No! He just needed to stay on their good side until he gets an opportunity.

Moxxie knocks on the door to his father’s office.

“Enter.” Crimson says.

Moxxie sighs, feeling a sudden horrible feeling of nostalgia. Remembering when he was a kid, going to his father’s office felt like a death sentence, never knowing what Crimson might do…

Despite this, he opens the door anway, preparing himself for the absolute worse. “Sir…”

“Come in, close the door behind you.”

Moxxie listens and carefully closed it, just so Crimson can press a button on his desk which immediately locked the door behind Moxxie.

Alessio is standing right by Crimson…

Moxxie avoids looking at Alessio all together, knowing full well he’s sure to shoot a glare at him and compromise his own plan for escape.

He knows the Shark was just following orders, but he can’t help hating the him for kidnapping him.

But, he has to play it safe until he’s either able to make an escape or until Millie and Blitzø rescue him.

Moxxie cowers once he realized how much closer Crimson got closer to him, he feels adrenaline pumping through him, but he has no where to hide, no where to run! He’s trapped.

“Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you talked back to me again?” Crimson asks.

“What?” Moxxie asks.

Crimson slaps his son across the face again. “Last time you were here, I told you that if you talked back to me again, you and your stupid beard were going home in boxes, didn’t I?”

“Y-yes, sir.” Moxxie shakes violently, he felt sick, like death, like it was all over.

Why live a whole life just to end it like this?!

He’s gonna die!

No- calm down, please calm down…

“Fortunately for you, I still want you around.” Crimson says, “so I won’t be following through with that.” Crimson makes a gesture to Alessio who grabs something out of the drawer…

A syringe…?

He walks behind Moxxie, the syringe full of an odd purple substance, then jabs Moxxie in the necK.

“Ow!” Moxxie shouts. “What the- what was that?” He asks.

Crimson doesn’t answer. “You know… I feel I made a mistake when raising you, Mox.”

“W-what do you mean?” Moxxie asks. He’s not really worried about what Crimson was saying, but more concerned about whatever Alessio injected him with- but, if he can keep Crimson talking, maybe he’ll explain.

“Always with the threats, never following through.” Crimson circles the younger Imp.

Crimson’s disciplinary methods were very different from his mom’s.

His mom would scold him for minor things, but if he did anything worse than that, she’d either lock him in his room for a few hours or give him the silent treatment until he apologized, or until she wasn’t mad anymore… whichever came last.

If she was so mad that she ignored him for too long, she’d apologize and do something to help cheer him up.

While Crimson would beat his son immediately, then threaten to kill him if he ever fucked up again. When he was older and started regressing, punishments became more…complicated.

Not necessarily worse, just different.

One time when Moxxie was very young, he was so desperate for some attention, he had tried to apologize to his mother, but she was too disappointed in him to forgive his actions yet. So, he purposely made his father angry so that he would punish him, resulting in him laying on the floor with a bruised lip.

His mother let go of her anger immediately in favor of tending to Moxxie’s injuries.

He didn’t even regret it. He know why exactly, but he preferred to be hit by Crimson than ignored by his Mother.

“Now that you’re back, I’m going to have to start following through on punishments.” Crimson says, snapping him out of his thoughts again.

Moxxie has no idea what he means by that. “What-“

“I’m not going to kill you…at least not yet. But, I do believe you should be punished for your disrespect. Don’t you?” Crimson asks, grabbing Moxxie’s face.

Moxxie doesn’t answer.

Crim’s face darkens as he lets go of his son. “Take him to the cellar.” He says to Alessio.

“What?” Moxxie asks, more panicked than before, he didn’t even know it was possible due to how light headed he already felt.

“Yes, sir.” Alessio says, grabbing Moxxie’s arms and forcing him out of the office, Crimson following behind them.

There’s a secret door in the kitchen that leads to the cellar, in fact, it was the only way in. There was no windows or any other entrances. You have to walk through the kitchen, find the correct space to access the panel, enter the code correctly, and only then the entrance reveals itself…

They would often use this room to talk to specific clientele who needed motivation to tell Crimson what he needed to know.

It was dark, and scary, and Moxxie can recall every horrible encounter he had in there when Crimson wanted to teach him how to run things.

“No, Dad, please!” Moxxie pleaded. “Please don’t leave me here, I can’t-please-“

Alessio opens the door, then Crimson pushes Moxxie inside; he almost tripped down the stairs, but he luckily caught himself.

“I’ll let you out when I think you’ve learned your lesson. Take this time to think about what how your actions lead you here.” Crim says, closing the door and pushing a button which locked and hid the door once again.

Moxxie scratched at the door violently. “Nonononono!” He cried.

He tried to steady his breathing… he couldn’t do this again! He can’t let his father control his life! He needed to get out of here!

He’s going to go insane if he stays here…

He has to escape…

He’s got to get out!

He’s trapped,

He can’t breathe!

Then Moxxie realized how much he was freaking out. He remembered what his therapist has said. He can’t deal with this if he’s panicked. He needed to calm down…

He can’t escape if he doesn’t calm down.

‘Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Brown paper packages tied up with strings…’

‘These are a few of my favorite things.’

He wipes away the tears and tries again, this time he sings out loud, just softly. Luckily he knows the place is completely soundproof. “When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I’m feeling sad… I simply remember my favorite things and then I don’t feel…
So…
Bad.”

Moxxie wipes away more tears, He did feel a bit better- or just calmer.

“It’s just a room, it can’t hurt you.” He reminds himself.

~~~Millie and Blitzø~~~

After hours of driving around and trying to find Crimson’s mansion,
the trio finally arrived. “Alright, now we need a plan.” Blitzø says.

“Got one.” Millie says as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “Get in, get Moxxie, and maybe I’ll kill Crimson depending on how this plays out.”

“Wait- millie, that’s not-!” Blitzø sighs as Millie gets out of the van and runs to the front of the mansion, demanding to see Crimson. “Damn it, I hate being the voice of reason!” Blitzø complains before turning to his daughter: “Loona, stay!” Blitzø orders before leaving to follow after Millie.

Loona glares at Blitzø once he gets out. “Fuck that.” She says, unbuckling her own seatbelt. “No way I’m letting those two idiots take on a mob boss on their own.” She gets out of the van and follows them cautiously.

The truth was, she felt bad for fucking up before; she doesn’t know why she can’t do anything right lately, first she let Moxxie alone after Blitzø specifically asked her to keep an eye on him, then she failed to track him down…the one thing she was actually good for.

Millie bursted through the door after taking out the two sharks guarding them. “Crimson! Release my husband now!” Millie shouts.

“What the fuck are you two morons doing here?!” Crimson asks once him and his body guard (Alessio) ran to the door.

“We’re here for Moxxie, we know you have him!” Millie says. “Where is he?”

“Moxxie isn’t here, you stupid bitch! What use would I have with him? He betrayed our family to be part of your stupid circus!” Crimson says. “He’s always been a huge disappointment.” He says.

Millie was about to attack, but Blitzø manages to stop her. “Oh? So if he’s not here, you wouldn’t mind us looking around then.” Blitzø says.

Crimson considers it. “I suppose not, if you really need to see for yourself. So long as you know when to keep quiet about things you may find.” Crimson says.

“Trust me, the last thing we need is for you and your sharks on our tail.” Blitzø says.

Crimson then gestured for them to look around, almost like he actually had nothing to hide…

Either that or he was confident that they had no chance at finding him.

“What happened?” Loona asked.

“I told you to stay in the car.” Blitzø says.

“Yeah? Good thing I don’t listen to you.” Loona says.

“Shut up, Blitzø and I will search downstairs, Loona look upstairs.” Millie says. “We can make our way around, do whatever it takes to find him.”

Loona nods, and Blitzø follows suit.

~~~Blitzø~~~

Something seemed off… why would Crimson

He had a feeling Moxxie was here, of course he could be wrong, but there was something so suspicious about all of this…

Crimson agreed to their search so easily…

Almost like Crimson had expected them to come.

Blitzø snuck into crimsons office first, not really looking for Moxxie specifically, but some type of secret door or something.

Be moves around books, sees how easy the bookshelves can be moved, knocked on the walls…

Hm. Nothing.

He then looks through the top drawer, when he sees a strange envelope with Moxxie’s name on it.

Of course, in true Blitzø fashion, he opens it and reads through the papers inside:

Moxxie

Age: 15

Trigger word for regression: “Quiet time.”

Trigger word to stop regression: “Wake up.”

Blitzø’s eyes widened… Moxxie was a little! He fucking knew it!

But-

What the fuck are trigger words?

What did Crimson do to him?…

Madressas? hm.

“What’s that?” Loona asks, randomly showing up behind him.

Blitzø shakes his head and hides the paper. “Uh, nothing. Did you find anything?” He asks.

Loona shakes her head. “No, I can recognize his scent anywhere, and he’s just not here.”

Blitzø sighs. “Well, shit.” If Moxxie was here at all she would be able to tell.

“Yeah…” Loona rubs her arms anxiously. “Blitzø, what if he-“ Loona starts to ask.

“We’ll find him…take a deep breath, Loonie.” Blitzø reassured. “Just because he’s not here, doesn’t mean he’s not anywhere.”

Loona nods. “Yeah…Okay.”

“Great, let’s find Millie. Maybe she had better luck.”

“This place gives me the fucking creeps.” Loona says. “There’s definitely something wrong about this place.”

“Well, you wouldn’t expect a mafia mansion to be a nice place.” Blitzø says.

He puts the paper in his pocket, he’s sure Crimson won’t mind if he borrows it.

~~~Millie:~~~

Millie searched the place like a crazed hungry raccoon in the fall. She could have sworn Moxxie was here by the way Crimson acted.

He was just so smug! Ugh she hated him!

She checked every room she could but found nothing.

She knocked on every wall to see if there were any hidden rooms, you'd think a crazed mafia boss would have plenty of hiding places.

Where was she missing?

Their backyard also proved to be Moxxie-less, all Millie found was a suspicious locked shed full of bloody tools.

But, nothing out of the ordinary.

Her chest ached for Moxxie… if he’s not here, where is he?

Millie heads back inside and sees Loona and Blitzø in the kitchen.“Please tell me you found him!” Millie says. “Or anything!”

Blitzø shakes his head. “Loona can’t even find a scent.” He says.

“Shit!” Millie shouts, her chest bursting with anger.

“Didn’t find him?” Crimson asks, appearing behind them. “I told you he wasn’t here.”

The trio glares at Crimson. “We know you’re on to something!” Millie says.

“Even if I am, it’s none of your damn business. Moxxie probably betrayed you like he did us.” Crimson says.

“He would never!” Millie says.

“That’s what I thought.” Crimson says. “If you’re done, you may leave now.” Crimson growls, snapping at two of his sharks to escort them to the front door.

“Do me a favor and don’t kill any more sharks on your way out.” Crimson says. “I don’t exactly have time to get new ones.”

Millie made no promises.

~~~Loona~~~

“Who else would even want to take him? Striker?” Millie asks once they leave the mansion.

“I don’t think so, Mill. Striker is too busy trying to pull his head out of his ass, Moxxie probably isn’t worth this time.” Blitzø says.

“Well, then what do we do?” Millie asks. “We don’t even have a clue of where he might be!”

Blitzø thinks. “Maybe a client we fucked over would want revenge, but you’d think they’d have a ransom note or something.”

“They’d probably callI I.M.P.” Loona says. “Maybe we missed it. We’re technically supposed to be open now.” She says.

“Yeah…maybe.” Blitzø says. “Let’s head back to pride, I can look through all our latest clients and try to figure this out.”

“While you do that, I’m going to wrath to track down that mother fucker striker, that sadistic asshole gives me a bad feeling.” She says. “Moxxie could have run into him when he was trying to find Stolas.”

Blitzø nods. “Alright, I guess that would make sense. But I’m going with you, the last thing we need is you disappearing with him.” Blitzø says. “Loona, you do have every client’s info, right?”

Loona nods. “Yeah.”

“Go back to I.M.P and do some digging. See if anyone seems vengeful, stay within ear shot of the phone at all times, and if you find anything, call me. Do not take action unless I say, understand?” Blitzø asks.

Loona nods, surprised that Blitzø even trusted her with this.

“Alright, call me when you’re there.” Blitzø hands her the keys to the can so she can return to pride. “I love you, sweetie.”

Loona grips the keys in her paw. “Don’t die.” She says to him.

Blitzø solutes, then him and Millie walked to the station.

Loona sighs. “Where are you, fatty?” She asks.

~~~Moxxie~~~

Moxxie doesn’t know how long he’s been trapped, but it felt like forever! And no amount of classic musicals was going to help him.

He curled up in the corner next to the door, if he explored the place further, he’d probably have a panic attack.

He wanted to avoid those as much as possible.

Suddenly, the door slid open and Crimson stood in front of Moxxie, the bright light almost blinding him.

“Are you ready to behave?” Crimson asks again.

Moxxie doesn’t answer at first.

“Moxxie…” Cimson warns.

“Y-yes, sir.” Moxxie says, knowing that if he said anything else Crim would keep him there longer. “I’m s-sorry, p-please- I’m sorry.” He repeats.

He is just pretending to be compliant, but he was genuinely terrified of what Crimson might do next…

“C’mere.” Crim says, reaching out his arms to hold Moxxie.

Moxxie knew he’d hate himself for it, but he hugged his father back.

At first he tried to tell himself it was for the game, so Crimson would trust him…

But, he knew better…

He did hate himself! He couldn’t even say he hated the hug, because he didn’t, he needed the contact, the small moment of comfort.

He hated that he couldn’t truly hate his father no matter how hard he tried. Deep down he still just wanted Crimson to be proud of him, or to love him.

“You’ll be good for me, won’t you, Moxxie?” He asks.

“Yes, sir.” Moxxie says.

“I know you’re lying, Mox.” His father says, petting his hair softly. “But it’s okay, we’ll train that out of you in no time.”

“W-what?” Moxxie asks, terrified of what Crim might mean by that.

Crimson let him go, petting his hair again. “Relax. Go upstairs, take a shower, then we’ll get you something to eat. After that, we can discuss how exactly this is going to work, alright?”

“Yes sir.” Moxxie complies.

Crimson nods at Alessio who leads Moxxie back to the bedroom.

Moxxie sighs. One day with his father, and he’s already back to the way he was before.

Moxxie hated himself. Why couldn’t he just stand up to his father? Just once?!

Well, his father would kill him…

But, was that really worse than this?

Well, yes. Because if he dies, he won’t be able to see Millie again.

Oh Millie…

She’d be lucky to even know if he had died…

No, he has to stay alive, for Millie’s sake.

She was worth it.

She was the reason to live!

Blitzø and Millie are probably already trying to find him.

They’ll find out he’s here and rescue him.

Yeah, if he can’t get out himself, they can help him!

He just has to wait for them to show up and the three of them can take on Crimson together.

Yeah, everything was going to be fine.

Chapter Text

~~~Millie~~~

Millie dried a few tears that poured out her eyes without permission.

'Wrathians don't cry.' She told herself internally, the words her parents taught her.

She doesn't have time for tears or worrying, she needs to find Moxxie and bring him back...

She never should have left him.
Why did she leave him?
She knew he was having a hard time.

She was a terrible wife to him, he deserves better than this.

"Mill's?" Blitzø asks.

Millie turned to Blitzø who took her hand.

"Hey, we'll find him." He promised.

"I know." She says. "I just miss him."

Blitzø nods. "Yeah, I get that."

"I'm also worried, I hate not knowing where he is!" She says angrily.

Blitzø's eyebrows raised. "Right, especially since he's...you know?"

"What?" Millie asks, not understanding what he's implying.

"Uh...nothing." Blitzø answers, moving his hand away from her, his face seemed confused, or just deep in thought.

"Blitzø, is there something you want to tell me?" Millie asks.

Blitzø rolls his eyes. "No, is there anything you want to tell me?" He asks back.

Millie gave him a confusing look, what the fuck is wrong with him?

"You know what, nevermind. What makes you think Striker might have him?" Blitzø asks.

Honestly, Millie is glad he changed subjects, she was seriously questioning his sanity for a moment. Millie shrugs. "I don't know, I'm just hoping to find something from a small hunch. I don't know who else would take him." Millie reasons. "Plus, I know wrath. If they have him there, I'll be able to find him."

Blitzø coughs. "Yeah, alright. Fair enough, I guess." He crosses his arms and turns away, so she does the same.

'What if crimson did kill him?' She suddenly thought. 'What if we're too late already?'

A sharp pain stabs Millie's chest at that horrible thought.

She shakes her head. No! She can't think like that. She has to keep faith, she has to stay tough, she can't lose hope in this.

She can't loose him!

Moxxie was safe, he's safe.

~~~Moxxie & Alessio~~~

Moxxie went upstairs with Alessio as Crimson instructed.

He's overwhelmed by the events of today, and at the brink of a mental breakdown, he just didn't feel like arguing with his father right now.

Alessio walked into the bathroom to start the water, so he looked in his old dresser for clothes, but instead he found something that seemed impossible...

It was his lucky cast from when he was eight and broke his arm.

He smiles at that memory, he was eight at the time, and he only let one person sign it, and then he kept it here for good luck.

Why didn't Crimson throw it out?

"Moxxie?" Alessio asks, noticing how long he was taking.

"I can't believe he didn't throw this out." Moxxie says, holding up the cast.

The shark walks over to him and looks at the object. "It meant something to you, didn't it?" Alessio asks.

Moxxie looked up at the shark, knowing better. "Was that his understanding or yours?" He asks.

"Your father is trying, Moxxie. He's not a monster, you know." Alessio tries to reason with him.

It's not what he asked, but Moxxie got his answer. "Yeah, I figured." He says, rolling his eyes and putting the cast back in the drawer.

"Moxxie, your Father is trying to-"

"I'm not a kid anymore, Alessio! I know what he's trying to do!" Moxxie yells. "And I know what you're trying to do!"

"Sure you do." Alessio says. "You're an adult, after all, I'm sure you have all the answers by now."

Moxxie sighs. "Why do you do this? Why do you insist on helping him ruin my life? Why do you try and gaslight me into thinking more of him and less of myself? I should have killed you when I had the chance!" Moxxie says.

Alessio gave the Imp a warning look. "Moxxie..."

"I had everything going for me, I had a life! A family! And now?" Moxxie's breathing increased. He couldn't control it-

Shit-

Not again!

"Moxxie, calm down." Alessio says sternly. "Breathe..."

But he couldn't. He couldn't breathe! He was stuck here with a maniac, trapped! He's never going to see Millie again. He's never going to-

Alessio tries to touch Moxxie's hand, but Moxxie pushes him away, hissing and backing up into a corner.

"Moxxie." Alessio gets the Imp's attention then whispers: "Quiet time." Causing Moxxie to regress instantly.

Alessio hates to force Moxxie to regress, but it'll be easier to calm him down if he's not physically fighting to get away from him.

Moxxie immediately curled up into himself and cried, he doesn't understand what's going on, or why he was shaking. He was feeling all the emotions, all the effects of the attack without the actual context, which Al understood is very scary for him.

Alessio gently picks him up and places him in his lap, wrapping his arms around Moxxie. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here, Moxxie."

Moxxie's breathing was still violent and fast, as if fighting for oxygen, fighting for the calm he needed as tears continue to pour down his face.

Alessio slowly rocks him back and forth and sings: "Forget your troubles, come on, get happy. Gotta chase all the cares away. Shout Hallelujah, come on, get happy, get ready for the Judgment Day."

Moxxie stopped crying, and looked up at the shark, calmer now that he knows he's safe with Alessio.

"The sun is shining, come on, get happy, the Lord is waiting to take your hand; shout Hallelujah, come on, get happy. We're going to the promised land."

Moxxie relaxes even more and snuggles up to Alessio, then his eyes became heavy, overcome with exhaustion.

"There we go, that's my good boy." Alessio says, kissing the top of Moxxie's head.

"It's okay, let's get you cleaned up, little one." Alessio says, picking the little one up and taking him to the bathroom to give him a quick bath.

Moxxie always had panic attacks and meltdowns like this when he was younger, so Alessio knew how to take care of him.

~~~Later, Crimson:~~~

After Moxxie was cleaned and dressed, Alessio carried him downstairs for dinner.

"Well well, what do we have here?" Crimson asks.

"We were having some trouble, so I had no choice but to make him regress." Alessio explains, handing Moxxie to Crimson who had his arms out for the Imp.

Crimson gestures for Alessio to sit down at the chair on his right, so he sits. "Probably needed it, hm?" He asks Moxxie.

Moxxie blinks slowly and rests his head on Crimson's shoulder.

"Moxxie?" Crimson asks.

"Yes, daddy?" Moxxie asks back.

"I asked you a question." 

Moxxie's eyes widened, what question had Crimson asked? "M'sorry." Moxxie says. 

Crimson pets Moxxie's head. "It's alright. You've been through a lot today. You probably just need some sleep." Crimson kisses Moxxie's head. "It's alright, we'll talk tomorrow. For now, let's just have a little dinner, then you can go to bed and rest. How does that sound?" Crimson asks.

"Mkay, Daddy." Moxxie says.

"Good boy, Mox." Crimson says, kissing his head again.

He felt warmth in his heart.

had his son again.

And he's never going to let him go.

~~~Loona~~~

Loona did as Blitzø asked of her for once.

They had a lot of missed calls from clients she had to go through as well as checking reviews and any clients they failed to please to see if they seemed upset enough to seek revenge.

This was gonna take hours.

Maybe even days.

But, she did kind of owe it to Moxxie after how she's treated him all these years...

Why does she feel so bad about that?

It's not like she knew his life was pathetic-

Well, yeah. She kinda did.

But, she didn't know it was that bad.

Loona feels a sharp pain in her chest as well as a coldness that covered her head.

She doesn't feel okay, none of this was okay...

She made a call of her own before continuing to work: "Hey, Esme? Can you sleep over at my house tonight? I don't really want to be alone right now...thanks." She smiles with relief, then hangs up to continue work.

Who knew having friends had so many benefits, she definitely could have used some earlier.

She then decides to listen to voicemails while she organizes the work place, maybe it will be easier if she does.

She went through a couple before hearing a man with a strange yep completely obnoxious voice:

"Hello, I'd like to talk to the CEO Blitzo about some information regarding his employee: Moxxie." A voice says, causing Loona's ears to perk up and turn to the machine.

"He knows where I am, just tell him it's Cash Buckzo."

"Beeeep."

Loona immediately calls her father, hoping this was good news.

~~~Millie & Blitzø~~~

Millie and Blitzø found striker's hideout.

"You mother fucker! Where's my husband?!" Millie asked demandingly as they walked in.

"Your-" Striker looked at her confused. "Why in hell would I have your husband? I don't even-"

Millie doesn't bother to wait for him to finish before attacking striker.

"Mill-" Blitzø starts to say before he gives up and shrugs. "Okay, I guess we're doing this.

~~~~

The two continued to fight striker until Blitzø gets a call...

Despite it not being the best time, he answers because it's Loona: "Loonie, what's going on?" He asks. He has his legs wrapped around Strikers neck before the Imp pries him off and throws him.

"Do you know a Cash Buckzo?"Loona asks.

Blitzø got up, eyes widening at the sound of that name. "What?"

Striker tried again to attack Blitzø, but he raises a finger at the cowboy. "Yeah, yeah. Give me a sec." He says.

Striker facepalms. "You really don't have any idea what you're fucking doing, do you?" He asks before Millie jumps on his back and starts clawing at his face. "What the-"

"What did Cash say?" Blitzø asks Loona.

"He says he has some information about your employees that might be useful to you, he sent a voicemail a few hours after we left to find Moxxie." She explains.

Blitzø tries not to sigh too loudly in the phone because he doesn't want Loona to worry. "Okay, I will handle it. Under no circumstances are you to answer the phone unless I'm calling you or it's a friend, understand?" Blitzø asks.

"Uh, okay?" Loona says, sounding a bit worried, but mostly confused. "Why?"

"Just trust me, okay? And continue to update me on anything else you might find." Blitzø says.

"Okay." Loona sighs, reluctantly agreeing to her father's instructions.

"Thank you, love you, sweetie." Blitzø's hands shake a little while he hangs up the phone...

Why would his father have anything to do with this?

Blitzø supposed he had to face Cash sometime, but why now?!

'No one will want you.'

Fuck!

"I have to go." Blitzø says to Millie.

"What?" Millie asks, continuing to fight striker.

"He doesn't have Moxxie, but I think I know who does!" Blitzø shouts to her.

"Oh." Millie grabs a old pipe she found on the ground and knocks Striker out cold. "Who?" She asks.

Blitzø sighs. "Can't tell you, this is something I have to deal with on my own." He says. "But I'll let you know if my theory is right."

"And what exactly am I supposed to do in the meantime?" Millie asks, arms crossed.

Blitzø sighs. "I don't know- Mills! Doesn't Moxxie have family here in wrath?"

"Well, yeah." Millie says. "But, I've never met them. Why would they have Moxxie?"

Blitzø shrugs. "I don't know. But, if they're as crazy as Moxxie's father, it might be worth looking into." He says. "Just trust me, okay?" Blitzø asks.

Millie sighs, she knows Blitzø usually knows what he's doing. "Alright, but be careful." Millie says. "I can't be the only one left to save the both of you."

"Yeah, I will, don't worry." He says back. "Don't die."

"I won't." She promised.

So, they head their separate ways.

Millie had an idea of where Moxxie's family used to live, but has no clue if they're even still there.

Blitzø on the other hand knows exactly where Cash was. He kept track of where his remaining family was, not that they ever want to see him.

If Cash really knew something about Moxxie, this could prove to be more complicated then they initially thought.

~~~Loona, that night~~~

"Thanks for staying with me, E. I think Blitzø should be back tomorrow or the night after, I just don't think I could sleep after the day I had." Loona says.

Esme was someone Loona had met at Queen B's party. She was really fun and peppy, also currently working on becoming a therapist.

"Totally, L. I know you'd do the same for me, besides my place is kinda lonely anyway." Esme says. "It's great to have some company for a change."

"I'd think it would be nice to not have annoying roommates all the time." Loona says. A sharp pain stinging her heart again with the thought of Moxxie who used to live here, and her father who without him she would probably be homeless.

She didn't mean it like that...

She knows she's lucky!

Esme shrugs. "Yeah, I guess but I can barely keep up with the rent, I'm working double shifts just to scrape by." She explains.

"Oh shit, yeah, that would be worse." Loona says.

"Hey, you should move in with me!" Esme says enthusiastically. "That would be so fun!"

"E, I make money, but not enough for something like that." Loona says.

"Doesn't matter, anything helps!" Esme says.

"I don't know if I can leave my dad." She says.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot how overprotective and needy he was." Esme says.

"Why not just ask three?" Loona asks.

Esme nods. "Yeah, I guess I could do that. But you'd be a hundred percent more fun." She says.

Loona smiles at that, but she doesn't think anyone else would agree with Esme.

"Speaking of asking Three stuff, when are you gonna ask him out?" Esme asks.

"Never." Loona scoffs. "He's way far out of my league."

"He is not!" Esme shouts. "No one is out of your league. No one!" She declared.

Loona scoffs again. "No one?" she asks sadly.

Esme's eyes widen. "Oh...sweetie. You still love Tex?"

"What? No!" Loona says defensively, obviously lying.

"Loona! That's territory you can't cross! Haven't you ever heard the phrase gals before....uhm dicks?"

Loona raises an eyebrow.

"Point is, Tex is happy with a great girl, You have another great guy right in front of you. Try to move on." Esme suggests.

"Yeah...maybe." Loona sighs.

"Loona?" Esme asks.

"I'm sorry- I can't really focus. It's been a long day." She says, Loona sniffs, drying her eyes as subtly as possible.

"What happened?" Esme asks.

"Moxxie, the co-worker who used to live with us went missing." Loona says.

Esme pouts at Loona sympathetically. "Oh. L, I'm sorry."

"We went to his childhood home today to interrogate his father and- it was awful there. His father is an abusive asshole and the house, it gave me the creeps." She says.

"Poor guy." Esme says. "Sounds like he had it rough."

Loona nods as a few tears force their way through. "If I had known he grew up in such a...terrible place. Maybe I would have been nicer to him." Loona says. "At least I hope I would have."

"Loona?"

"E, I've been so mean to someone who's been abused, and now I'm falling apart for a guy who already has a girlfriend. Am I actually a terrible person?" She asks.

"Of course not." Esme says. "You've been through a lot yourself, I think he knows that."

"But, maybe I should have been nice anyway..." she says. "Maybe I should have been supportive and helpful."

"Maybe." Esme agrees. "But, the fact that you're realizing this is growth. It's never too late to start being nice, and I'm sure he knows how much you really care." Esme says.

"Who says I do care?" Loona asks.

Esme scoffs. "Girl- please. It's obvious you care. You've always cared about everything."

"I don't know, I mean I don't hate Moxxie, but I've never thought anything good about him! It's just something about this whole situation makes me feel bad. Like- I want to care more than I actually do, y'know?"

"Maybe you're finally getting caregiver instincts?" Esme suggests. 

"No, he's not a little." Loona scoffs.

Esme shrugs. "Irrelevant. Caregivers aren't exclusively for littles, L. They're for kids, friends, even a lot of them become councilors."

"Really?" Loona asks.

"Yeah, you just gotta figure out what works best for you. You're calling! You got a gift, you gotta find out how to use it." Esme says.

Loona nods. "Maybe. Thanks, E."

"Of course. You feelin a bit better?" Esme asks.

Loona nods. "Yeah...I just want to avoid thinking about...that right now." Loona says. "It's going to make me start thinking about stuff I've tried to avoid thinking about."

Esme nods. "Yeah. That makes sense. Want to talk about something else? Or- oh! We can watch a movie!" She suggest

Loona nods. "Yeah, a movie sounds great."

~~~Moxxie and Alessio, Later~~

"Alright, little one. Daddy has a lot of work to do, So Al is going to put you to bed tonight alright?" Crimson says.

Moxxie nods, a little disappointed. "Mkay, daddy."

Crimson kisses Moxxie's cheek. "Goodnight, Moxxie. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Nigh'." Moxxie says. He turns to Alessio. "Aw, why did I cwy?"

"Come on, little one." The shark says, taking Moxxie's hand.

"Aow!" Moxxie whines, hugging Alessio's arm.

"It'll be alright, Bambino." Alessio says, petting the little one's hair. "It's over now. Don't worry about it."

Moxxie is feeling a lot of emotions right now, anger, sadness, and other conflicting emotions about himself he really didn't like.

Something happened, and Al wasn't telling him the truth.

"Aow?" Moxxie asks, sniffling.

"What's wrong?" Alessio asks once they reach the top of the stairs.

"M' ma' Aow." He tries to explain.

"You're...mad?" He guessed.

Moxxie nods. "Yea."

"Why are you mad?" Alessio asks.

"I don' ou'." Moxxie cries out, tears flow his eyes. "Fee' ike' somin' happen, Bu' I dun' o' wha'." He's very carefully getting his words out, it's hard to talk when he's regressed sometimes.

Alessio hums. "It's alright, you're probably just tired." He says. "Are you tired, Moxxie?" He asks.

Moxxie thinks about it, then he nods. Yeah, that seems right. Yeah, he just needs sleep. Sleep fixes everything!

"Come on." Alessio says.

Moxxie follows the shark as told, both of them entering his room to do the nighttime routine.

Alessio helped him wash his face, then brush his teeth, and then helped Moxxie in his pajamas

"Aow?" Moxxie asks.

"SÌ, gattino?"

"Posso crescere?" He asks.

The shark shakes his head as he finishes the buttons on Moxxie's pajama top. "Sorry, Moxxie. You need to stay little for now." Alessio says.

Moxxie whines pathetically at not getting his way. It's not fair, why can't he be big?

Alessio pats his head. "Shh, it's okay, just get some rest. You'll get to be big tomorrow, alright?"

"Wiw oo' wead, Aow?" Moxxie asks hopefully.

"You want a story?" Alessio asks.

Moxxie nods. "P'ease?"

Alessio considered it, knowing that Moxxie should really rest up for tomorrow...

On the other hand, it's been an awful long time since he last read to the impling. "Very well, but I want you to close your eyes and actually try to sleep. Alright?"

Moxxie nods, getting up to pick out a book on the shelf...

Moxxie reached for the one he wanted, but it was moved. His eyes widened when he realized they're all different now, he always organized them based on what he read and hadn't.

First His favorites were displayed on the top shelf. Then, his books were organized into genres and in the order he had read them, and the ones he hadn't read yet were stacked horizontally next to them in a big stack.

But now, they were all vertical, and organized by author. When did they change it?

He decides he doesn't like it. His books were perfect before, why would someone do this?

He glances through them, all his favorites:

-Les miserables by Victor Hugo
-The phantom of the opera by gaston leroux
-Noth and south by Elizabeth Gaskell
-War and peace by Leo Tolstoy

He needs to fix his shelf, they weren't organized right! He can't just look at it like this!

"Moxxie..." Al reminded him.

Oh, right, it's bedtime...he has to pick a book to read tonight so he can sleep.

Moxxie picks up 'Great Expectations by Charles Dickens,' the book him and Al were currently (currently?) reading.

He hands the book to Alessio who tucks Moxxie into bed and starts to read: "My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip."

"Uhm, Awl." Moxxie says, hesitantly.

"Yes, Moxxie?" Alessio asks.

"We's 'n chapa' nine. Member?"

"Chapter nine?" Alessio asks, confused.

Moxxie nods. "We wed' eight wast time..."

'When was that?' The imp had wondered.

Alessio's eyes widened with a sudden realization. "Oh yes, chapter nine, you're right." Alessio coughs, he turns to chapter nine and continues to read: "When I reached home, my sister was very curious to know all about Miss Havisham's, and asked a number of questions. And I soon found myself getting heavily bumped from behind in the nape of the neck and the small of the back, and having my face ignominiously shoved against the kitchen wall, because I did not answer those questions at sufficient length. If a dread of not being understood be hidden in the breasts of other young people to anything like the extent to which it used to be hidden in mine,—which I consider probable, as I have no particular reason to suspect myself of having been a monstrosity,—it is the key to many reservations."

Moxxie listened to Alessio as he read, feeling relaxed and safe for once. It both felt like it's been only a few days and a lifetime since the last time Alessio read to him.

Once the chapter was done, Alessio tucks Moxxie in tighter, then pats his head. "Now, Piccino; you need to get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow."

"Wha' happen to'ay, Aow?" Moxxie asks again. "Why I us'et?"

Alessio pets the little's head gently. "Nothing happened. Go to sleep." Alessio tells him, turning the light off and closing the door on his way out.

Moxxie pulls the comforter over his head. He was confused! He didn't know what, but something was wrong! And if he doesn't know what it is, how he can fix it?

He can sleep, he supposed.

Sleep fixed everything...

Chapter Text

~~~Moxxie~~~

Alessio sent Moxxie to Crimson’s office the next morning.

It was taking Millie and Blitzø forever to find him, but he had to stay strong for them.

The walk to his father’s office gave Moxxie a creepy deja vu feeling, remembering when Alessio would often send him there when Crimson wanted to talk to him. Usually it was about work, sometimes it had to do with Moxxie doing something wrong.

“You wanted to talk to me….sir?” Moxxie asks.

“Come in.” Crimson says to him, setting his pen down and giving Moxxie his full attention.

Moxxie does as he’s told and walks into the room.

But, Moxxie’s hand clenched the door handle tightly as if closing the door behind him would result in repeating the actions of yesterday…

“Moxxie…” Crimson warns.

Moxxie takes a deep breath in attempt to slow down his fast beating heart. He closes his eyes, then closes the door slowly.

“Good boy.” Crimson says. “Now, take a seat. I’d like to talk about how things are gonna work around here now that you’re home.”

Moxxie turns to Crimson, but he doesn’t sit. “Sir. Why are yo-“

“Don’t interrupt me.” Crimson snaps at him. “You’re lucky you’re not dead after the stunt you pulled, do you have any idea what you di-“

“I don’t want to stay here! I dont- I can’t-“ Moxxie shouts, slamming his hands on the desk. “I won’t! Why don’t you understand that?”

Crimson stands and interrupts. “I couldn’t care less what you want, you ungrateful bitch! You’re staying here with me and that’s final!” Crimson says.

“No, I’m not! Why the fuck would I ever stay here? Why do you even want me here? You don’t care about me!”

“Is that really what you think?” Crimson asks.

“Yes! And you can’t change that! You can force me to regress all you want, but that won’t change anything, my REAL family will find m-“

“You really think those clowns are your family? Don’t be stupid.” Crimson says. “I suggest you learn who your real family is fast before somebody gets hurt.” Crimson pulled out a cigar and lighter. “W-what do you mean?” Moxxie asks.

Crimson lights his cigar, then puts the lighter back in his pocket. “Your boss, Blitzø adopted a hell hound a few years ago, goes by the name of Loona; funny, he’s even stupid enough to call the thing his daughter.” Crimson explains.

Moxxie’s heart increased volume as the rest of the room remained silent for a moment. “What?”

“He also has a twin sister, goes by the name Barbie Wire. She’s currently dwelling in Sloth. St. Alan hospital’s rehab center to be exact. She was omitted by Blitzø after overdosing on Hydromorphone. She’s making some great progress I hear. Expected to get out of there any time now.” Crimson grins. “His father is also still around, I had a lovely conversation with him.”

Moxxie looks away for a moment, biting down a comment about how glad he was that Crimson got to meet another shitty father to bond with.

“And you’re lovely Mildred.” Crimson starts again, chuckling, causing Moxxie to snap his eyes back at him again. “Her parents Lynn and Jo, live on a humble little farm in wrath with their four sons-“

“Three sons.” Moxxie corrects.

“What?” Crimson asks.

“Sally Mae is trans.” Moxxie says.

Crimson raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Moxxie sighs. “She’s a girl.”

Crimson rolls his eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”

“I don’t understand, dad. Why are you doing this? I’m not even-“

Crimson harshly grabs Moxxie’s face with his claws, digging deep into Moxxie’s skin as his father pulls him closer. “I know it’s very hard for your dumb little boy brain to understand, so I’ll make it simple for ya. You work at I.M.P no longer, you will take your rightful place in the organization, and you WILL start fucking listening to me!” Crimson’s voice suddenly becomes softer: “In return, you’ll be protected and properly taken care of.”

Moxxie gulps.

“It’s better this way.” Crimson says, letting his chin go in favor of patting his head. “I mean, did you honestly believe they’re better with you there holding them back all the time?” He asks.

A sharp pain of guilt struck Moxxie’s chest, he felt like death.

Would Millie really be better off without him?

No, of course not, Millie loved him!

Crimson was trying to manipulate him.

But, if he doesn’t agree, he’ll just go after Millie and Blitzø’s family.

He’ll be hurting Millie and Blitzø in a way they could never recover from…

It’ll be all his fault!

Moxxie rubs his arm anxiously. “But, what about…”

“If you’re worried about the rest of I.M.P, don’t be. So long as you’re obedient, they won’t be hurt.” Crimson says.

Moxxie sighs. “Promise?”

Crimson looks into Moxxie’s eyes, his gaze cold and deadly. “You have my word.”

Moxxie sighs. “Okay…”

“Good boy.” Crimson smiles.

“But-“

Crimson raises both eyebrows at him.

“D-Do I really have to regress?” Moxxie asks. “I’ll do whatever you say, I just- I don’t want to-“

“Moxxie…” Crimson grabs his face again, but gentler this time. “Someone needs to look after you.” He says, caressing the young imp’s cheek with his thumb. “It’s not like you’re capable of doing it yourself.” He scolds.

“Sir-“

“Don’t fucking question me again, Moxxie. Do you understand?”

Moxxie deflates. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” Crimson praised. “You know as well as I do that you have commitments here, responsibilities. You really thought I was gonna let you try and run off like your mother did? I don’t think so.”

His mother died! She didn’t abandon him!

She never would…

She never left him!

~~~Past~~~

His parents were screaming at each other, it wasn’t even lunch time yet, and they were screaming like there was a fire.

Moxxie was trying to read in his room when he hears his mother shout: “That’s it! I’m going to my sisters!”

“Great! Knock yourself out! Have a fucking good time getting drunk with your slutty sister!” Crimson shouts. “See if I care!”

Moxxie’s mother sighs. “Moxxie!” She called.

Moxxie closes the book and sets it aside.

Book abandoned, he starts to walk down the stairs. “Yes, Mama?”

“What are you doing? You are not taking him!” Crimson says.

Moxxie stops moving at his father’s tone, he hoped they wouldn’t go at it again.

“Pack a suitcase, Chip. We’re visiting your cousins for a few days.” His mother tells him.

“The hell you are!” Crimson says. “Moxxie, get down here. You’re staying with me!”

Moxxie stays where he is, he wants to listen to his parents, but his father wants him downstairs and his mother wants him upstairs, so mid-stairs seems like a good middle ground to satisfy both parents.

“I want him to be a regular kid for once! Going to wrath will allow him to play outside, get some sunshine, some fresh air!” She says.

“Overrated bullshit!” His father says. “He doesn’t need any of that!”

“He never gets to see his cousins.” She says. “He’s just a kid, he should be allowed to have some fun every now and then.” She says.

Moxxie knew the truth though, it had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with his father; Mama never let him alone with daddy for long.

“Fine, if it gets rid of you for a few days, it’ll be fucking worth it.” Crimson says, leaving the room and slamming the door.

Moxxie didn’t like when they fought, why can’t they just get along for once?

His mother smiles at him. “Pack a bag, chip.” She instructed.

Moxxie forced a smiled back at her, then did as he was told.

But He hates his cousins, and he hates when his parents fight…

Why can’t they just love each other?

Was it really that hard?

~~~Blitzø~~~

Blitzø returned to greed to meet with his father as requested.

He knew whatever it was he was up to, wasn’t going to be good. He hasn’t even spoken with Cash since the incident. What could he possibly want to about now?

‘You did this, she’d still be alive if it wasn’t for you.’

No, it’s okay. It’s over….

Blitzø’s okay.

Blitzø walks into the tent without warning as Cash sat at a desk to collect his little profit.

“Blitzo.” Cash greeted with a sadistic smile. “You actually showed up, what a surprise.”

Blitzø crossed his arms. “Let’s get this over with quickly, alright? I have places to be.”

“Can’t even make time to talk with your own father?” Cash asks. “You alway we’re a disrespectful little shit.” He scolded.

Blitzø rolls his eyes. “Oh please, the best parenting you’ve done was on the stage, and even then it wasn’t very convincing.”

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” Cash asks, rolling his eyes aswell.

“I’ve changed plenty actually.” Blitzø explains, eyes going dark. “These days, when I shoot someone, I don’t fucking miss.”

Cash glares daggers at Blitzø. “I suggest you talk to me more respectfully, boy. I do have something you want after all.”

“Yeah? What might that be?” Blitzø asks.

“Information.” Cash smiles. “You want your employee back, well I know who took him.”

“I’m not sure if I believe you.” Blitzø says.

“His name is Moxxie knolasname, he has white hair, he’s short, loves night at the opera-“

“Doesn’t prove anything.” Blitzø says. “Also, it’s phantom of the…”

“Does this prove anything?” Cash asks. The older Imp grabs something from the dresser behind him and shows it to Blitzø.

Moxxie’s bow tie…? At least one of them. How did he-

Blitzø takes out his revolver. “I swear to fuck, if you hurt him…”

“Looks like you finally believe me, eh?” Cash laughs. “I really should just let this be, let you suffer and not tell you a thing about your stupid employee, especially after what you did to my Tilla and my beautiful circus all those years ago.”

Blitzø feels a pain in his gut, and his legs feel faint. “I didn’t-“

“Yes, the fuck you did, you little prick!” Cash yelled at him.

Blitzø’s heart pounded inside him, he’s resisted the urge to run, or rip this man’s head off. “It was an accident and you know that! An accident you caused in case you forgot! Which by the way, if you didn’t sell me to stupid birds, you wouldn’t have had a circus to burn down anyway!”

“You could never let that go, could ya? You know you loved it, you manipulative whore!” Cash scolded. “You always had to use other people to get what you wanted, I just capitalized on it.”

“That’s not true…” Blitzø says.

He hoped it wasn’t…

“That’s why you were with Fizzarolli, wasn’t it?” Cash asks. “So he’d make you look good, he’d benefited you.”

“No!” Blitzø says. “I was with him because I love him-“ Blitzø hears himself and lowers his voice, “loved.
I mean loved him.” He corrects softly.

Fuck.

Of course he can finally admit it, now that they’re not together. Why couldn’t he just tell Fizz how he felt before?

“And what about that demon prince? Stolas right? The one you constantly complained about, the one I sold you too?” Cash asks.

“It’s a mutual agreement.” Blitzø says, arms crossed.

“Of course it is.” Cash scoffs.

“We’re not dating, it’s nothing serious.” Blitzø says. “But we both know that. I’m not manipulating him and he’s not manipulating me. I’m not you!”

Cash laughs. “Sure you’re not. I’m sure you both have good intentions.

“We do, not that it’s any of your fucking business!” Blitzø says.

Cash chuckles. “Maybe it’s not, but it will be.”

Blitzø growls. “The fuck is that supposed to mean? If you think you can just-“

“Ah-ah.” Cash interrupted. “Daddy’s speaking now, little one. Unless you’d rather not know where he is.” Cash condescendingly remarks.

Blitzø sits down and crosses his arms again.

Unfortunately, cash is right. Blitzø needs answers.

He can’t just leave Moxxie to deal with this alone.

“That’s a good boy. I thought maybe to let you watch as they killed the little bitch boy, but then I realized I could benefit from this. You have something I want, I have something you want.”

Blitzø didn’t like where this is going…

Cash then grabs a pile of papers and hands it to Blitzø.

Blitzø’s eyes widen as he looks the papers over. “You want I.M.P?”

“No, what I want is money, but I don’t suppose you have that, do you?” Cash asks.

When Blitzø doesn’t answer, Cash continues: “It’s a pretty simple contract, you give me I.M.P and all its assets, you and your employees will work for me for the remainder of your pathetic lives, and I will tell you where the little shit is located. We got a deal?”

Blitzø exhales deeply…

This can’t be happening…

~~~Mille~~~

Millie knocked on the door to what she assumed was Moxxie’s aunt’s house.

She had no clue what she was doing, but had confidence in her ability to convince herself she knows what she’s doing.

The door opens and a tall woman with long dark hair answers: “Hello? Can I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Millie. I’m looking for the family of Moxxie knowlasname.” She says.

“Moxxie?” The lady asks. “Like Kay and Crimson’s kid?”

“Yes.” Millie says.

“And who exactly are you?”

“Millie, I’m his wife.” She says.

The woman smiled, then pulled Millie inside the house before she could say more. “Well, why didn’t you say so, come in darlin’ let me make you somethin. I’m Liz, Moxxie’s favorite aunt.” She says.

“Nice to meet you.” She says. Millie walks in the house, following Liz. Something about her rubbed Millie the wrong way, she found herself eager to leave. “Look, I don’t have much time to chat, you see, Moxxie is missing, and he-“

“How long have you and Moxxie been together?” Liz asks, as if Millie hadn’t said a thing.

“Did you not hear what I just-“

“I heard you, we’ll get back to it.” Liz says. “Answer the question.”

Millie raises an eyebrow. “Uhm, okay. Well, we’ve been together for almost three years now. Married for only a year and a half.” Millie explains.

Liz nods. “Wow. Well, congratulations. I can’t say I’m not disappointed that I wasn’t invited, but I suppose under your circumstances I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“What circumstances are those?” Millie asks.

“Well, his family. You know his dad is into some dirty dealings, don’t you?”

“Yes. But Moxxie cut ties with those people.” She says.

“Oh, sweetie. If you think he’s not involved in that business, you’re in denial.”

“Guess I am then, because he isn’t.” Millie says, crossing her arms.

“Sure, hun.” Liz says.

“He isn’t!”

“Alright. How long has Moxxie been missing?” Liz asks.

“He was taken two days ago.” Millie says.

“How do you know Moxxie was taken?” Liz asks. “You sure he didn’t just leave?”

“Of course he didn’t leave, Moxxie would never just leave me.” Millie says.

“You sure? Not even to protect you?” Liz asks.

Millie thought about it…

He wouldn’t…would he?

Well, he didn’t tell her about his father, or

No! His phone was smashed, and he would have left a note…

He would never hurt Millie…

“You’re trying to distract me, and it won’t work, I will find him wether you want me to or not!” Millie says. “And if I find him here, I will kill you.” She snarls.

Liz doesn’t look scared. “I’m sorry, dear. You may look all you like. Don’t forget the attic and the cellar.” Liz says.

Millie glares at her. “Thanks.”

~~~Millie, Past~~~

Millie didn’t use to believe in fate. She didn’t believe in soulmates or one true love. She didn’t believe in meant to be’s.

She believed hard work earned you everything, this was something drilled into her from a very young age.

But then, she met Moxxie.

“Mildred, get in here!” Her mother shouted.

“Yes, Mama?” Millie asks as she made her way downstairs.

“Your teacher called. She said you beat up a kid at your school.” Lynn says. “Is that true?”

“He called me a messy haired bitch!” She says. “I had to show him who was boss!”

“That’s no excuse, young lady. You get too carried away. Now they’re demanding we handle the medical bill. When will you learn? You fight fire with fire. Not gasoline?” Lynn asks.

“But he deserved it!” Millie says.

“It wasn’t a fist fight, Millie. If they insult you with words, you fire back with words. Got that?”

“Yes, Ma.” Millie mumbles, arms crossed.

“Honestly, what are we gonna do with you? You’re worse than your brothers.” Lynn tisks. “You’re going to be paying us back every dime of this.” She says.

“But-“

“No arguing, get upstairs and take some time to think about what you did.” Lynn demanded.

Millie stomps upstairs to her and her sister’s room.

“It’s not fair, I always get in trouble!” She says. “How come you don’t?” Millie asks.

“Because,” her younger sister shrugs. “I’m better than you.”

“You’re not better than me!” Millie says.

“Ugh, yes, I am!” Sally says.

“Nah uh!”

“Uh huh!”

“Yes, and besides he’s right. Your hair is messy.” She says. “It’s gross.”

Millie’s blood boils. “You’re gross! You seriously want to fight me? You want to get what he got?”

“Bring it, sis. Let’s settle this once and for all.” Sally challenges.

“You’re on!” Millie says.

~~~Moxxie, past~~~

“Roxxie, let go of your sister!” Moxxie could hear from inside. He never understood his cousins, they were loud, they ran around, they fought. Why did they find that enjoyable? What was the point? People just get hurt.

“Not until she says uncle!” Roxxie shouts.

“Oww! Mom!”

“Knock it off you too! Your aunt Kay will be here any minute!”

“Mom?” Moxxie asks, tugging on his mother’s sleeve. “Do we have to go in there?” He asks.

“Come on, Chip. Don’t you want to see your family?” His mother asks.

Suddenly they hear a loud ‘crash!’

“Roxxie, Trixxie!” His aunt shouted.

“She did it!” The twins shout.

“Not really.” Moxxie answers.

“Come on, chip. It’ll be fun.” His mother promised, taking his hand and knocking on the door.

Moxxie sighs. “Yes, mama.”

“Aunt Kay!” The twins shouted, hugging their aunt, then they both hugged Moxxie.

Moxxie just sorta stood there while the twins hugged him. The twins were just full of excitement, he wasn’t sure how to respond to it; hhis entire body just froze.

“Hello, Moxxie.” His aunt Liz greets.”

“Hi.” Moxxie says nonchalantly, just staring and forcing himself to keep eye contact.

“Lively as ever I see.” Liz says sarcastically before turning her attention to her sister. “Hey, sis.”

Moxxie’s mother hugs her sister. “It’s been ages.”

They said more, but Moxxie couldn’t concentrate on that, his cousins were chatting and talking to Moxxie about certain events in wrath; But it was hard to pay attention, hard to register, there was too much going on at once, his body wanted nothing more than to disappear, or just go home.

Suddenly aunt Liz picked up Kayla their youngest child and leaned over to Moxxie. “Kyla, can you say hi to Moxxie?” Liz asks her in a babyish tone.”Can you say hi?

The one year old only stared at Moxxie who stared back.

“Hi Kayla.” Moxxie says. Not sure why Liz wanted this, Kayla probably wouldn’t remember this interaction from being too young, and Kayla can’t talk so Moxxie receives nothing from this interaction.

Liz smiles, “come in, I have sweet tea.” She says to Kay. “Roxxie, Trixxie, play nice now.” She says.

“Come on, Moxxie! Let’s play capture the flag!” Roxxie says.

“Mom?” Moxxie asks desperately, he doesn’t want to play with his cousins.

But: “Go play, chip.” Is what his mother ordered.

Moxxie sighs. He doesn’t want to, but he does as she says. He’s not sure why his mom insisted on forcing him to interact with his cousins, they’re have nothing in common.

Honestly, Moxxie would rather be at home. What if something bad happened? What if Sir needed them?

What if Moxxie did something wrong, and he wasn’t there to explain himself?

He didn’t want to be in trouble when they got back.

“Moxxie!” Roxxie calls. “Come on!”

~~~Moxxie, past, Later~~

“Moxxie! There’s a huge mud fight happenin’ over by hudson’s barn. Wanna come with?” Roxxie asks him.

“No.” Moxxie answers, not looking up from his book.

“Mox, go outside and play.” His mother ordered, taking the book from him.

“Wait, I’m not done with that!” Moxxie complains, trying to reach for the book again.

“You need some sunshine, it’s good for you.” His mother says. She sets the book down without a bookmark… Great, now he’ll have to start the chapter over again.

“But they’re playing in mud.” Moxxie argues softly.

“Then go get muddy! It builds character.” She says.

“Reading builds character.” Moxxie mumbles grumpily.

“Moxxie, I’m not going to tell you again.” She says sternly. “Go!”

“Okay, okay.” He surrendered. “I’ll go.”

“Drop the attitude, Moxxie. I’m doing this for your own good.” She says.

Moxxie didn’t believe her

~~~Moxxie~~~

Crimson left shortly after their conversation, knowing Moxxie wouldn’t dare cross him after threatening Blitzø and Millie.

So, with nothing left to do, he went to his room…

And he stayed there for hours.

Crimson knew exactly what to do to make Moxxie listen.

He threatened good people, people he loved.

He’ll never see them again…

Never take part in Blitzø’s idiotic schemes,

Never quarrel with Loona,

He’ll never kiss Millie again…
It’s all over for them.

His life is over.

There’s a knock on the door, but Moxxie doesn’t answer, he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t care who it is!

But, the door opens regardless.

Moxxie sighs. “What do you want?” He asks, knowing exactly who it was.

Alessio steps closer. “Are you alright?”

“What do you care? You would have shot me in cold blood.” Moxxie mumbles.

“You brought this on yourself, you know. You know what happens to those who cross Crimson.” Alessio says.

“How exactly is me living crossing him?” Moxxie asks.

“You ran away.” Alessio answers.

“Maybe, but what’s so wrong with me being happy for a change?” Moxxie asks. “I got everything I could ever dream of. I worked hard and life got so much better for me the second I stepped out of this stupid fucking house!” He shouted. “Away from you, and away from him!”

“There are more important things in this life than mere happiness, Moxxie.” Alessio says. “Like family for instance-“

“Like my wife you forced me to abandon?” Moxxie asks.

“You want her to join us instead?” Alessio asks. “You are not like them, you’re different.” Alessio says.

Moxxie’s eyes fill up once again with tears. He hates this, hates this life, hates his father, and Alessio!

Moxxie shakes his head. “What are you even doing here?” Moxxie asks, not knowing how to respond to Alessio.

“Your father asked me to inform you that lunch is being served.” Alessio says.

Moxxie shakes his head again. “I don’t care.”

“Moxxie-“

“I’m not hungry.” Moxxie says. “Please leave me alone?”

“Very well.” Alessio agrees, walking towards the door.

Moxxie crosses his arms, and turns away from Alessio.

“Your life isn’t over, Moxxie.” Alessio says. “It has only resumed.”

“Al?” Moxxie’s asks.

Alessio turns to look at Moxxie.

“Why does he want me here?” Moxxie asks him. “Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?”

“That’s a question for him.” Alessio says. “Don’t you think?”

“He won’t tell me anything.” Moxxie says.

“Then perhaps you simply don’t need to know.” Alessio says, closing the door behind him as he exited Moxxie’s room.

~~~Millie~~~

Millie was trying to not be irritated at Liz. She kept going on about her sister, saying that Moxxie must have left with the mafia and Millie wasn’t going to find him.

No wonder Moxxie never introduced them, Liz is crazy.

“Crimson almost never let her visit, he hit her, he was always extremely possessive. And I’m sure he is doing the same thing to Moxxie. He had been since he was a young’n, he never was very strong.” She says.

Millie growls. “Moxxie is the strongest person I know!” She says. Liz doesn’t reply, and Millie can’t find anything in the house, she practically tore it upside down and found nothing. She was about to just leave when three imps walked into the house.

They were chatting. Two adults. And one that was in their late-teens it seemed.

“Girls- I mean, daughters and non-binary offspring.” Liz greets. “Meet Millie.”

The trio paused to look at her.

“These are my kids, Roxxie, Trixx, and Kayla.” Liz says.

Trixx, the gray haired Imp smiles awkwardly. “Sup.”

“Hi.” Kayla, the youngest one says.

“What’s going on?” Roxxie, the dark haired imp asks.

“This is Moxxie’s wife Millie. You remember Moxxie, right?” Liz asks them.

“Of course.” Roxxie says.

“Sure.” Trixx says.

While the youngest one shook her head in confusion.

Roxxie shakes Millie’s hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you Millie.” She says.

“Who’s Moxxie?” Kayla asks.

“You were too young to remember him.” Trixx says. “Is Moxxie okay? Did something happen?”

“Moxxie’s missing.” Millie explains. “I’m sorry, I can’t stay. I have to find him.” She says, trying desperately to leave without sounding rude.

“Millie, he’s probably with his father.” Liz says again.

“We’ve established this, we checked there. He’s not with Crimson!” Millie says loudly.

Liz takes Millie’s hand. “Moxxie isn’t coming back, Millie! Not if he knows what’s good for him.” Liz says. “Let him go…”

“Mom!” Trixx scolds.

“What the fuck are y’all even talking about?” Kayla asks.

While Roxxie’s eyes widened with intrigue, she stayed silent.

Millie shakes her head. “You don’t know him. He’d never give up on me. He loves me!” Millie says. “And I wouldn’t give up on him either.”

“He’s one of them, Mildred. I know, I went through it with my sister. He wouldn’t want you to share her fate.” Liz says.

“Well, you don’t need to worry about me, I can take care of myself.” Millie says, heading to the door.

“I know about these things, Millie. Trust me! They go after what they want! No mercy or exceptions!” Liz explains. “Love can’t save you from them.”

“You’re wrong.” Millie says, walking out and slamming the door behind her.

Moxxie would never leave her…

He couldn’t.

~~~Millie: past~~~

Millie and her siblings were engaged in the mud fight of the century! Kids from all around were joining in.

It was a blast!

Suddenly, a trio of imps caught Millie’s attention.

Two dark haired imps, and one with white hair.

“Come on Moxxie!” One of them shouted.

“I’m coming!” He said, trying to keep up with them.

Then he slipped, falling backwards into the mud.

But the other two kept running, didn’t even look back.

Millie knew what it was like to be left behind, so she approached him. “Need help?” Millie asks, offering her hand.

Moxxie looks her up and down, then takes her hand and allows her to help him. “Thanks.”

“I’m Millie!” She says.

“Uh…Moxxie.” He says.

“Nice to meet you, Moxxie! I’m playing war with my brothers, wanna be on my team?” She asks.

“Uhm-“ Moxxie rubs his arm anxiously. “Well I don’t really-“

Suddenly Moxxie is hit with some mud, and he recoils.

Millie grabs his arm and leads him to her earthworks to hide behind.

“You good for nothin’ scoundrel!” Millie grabbed a glob of mud and threw it in her sister’s direction.

“You stupid bitch!” She shouted back.

“Come on, Moxxie!” Millie shouts. “It’s fun!”

“What’s fun about throwing mud at people? Wouldn’t throwing grenades or something be more effective?” Moxxie asks.

“Probably.” Millie says, “but, I can’t kill my own brother (sister).”

“I see.” Moxxie says. “But, it’s important for you to win this mud fight regardless?” He asks.

“Yeah, I gotta teach him (her) a lesson, he (she) thinks he’s (she’s) so much better than me! Can you believe that?” Millie asks.

“Hmm,” Moxxie thinks. “I think I might have an idea.” Moxxie says to her.

“Really?” She asks.

“Yeah, you helped me, so I supposed I should help you.” Moxxie says.

“What is it?” She asks.

Moxxie smiles and proceeds to show Millie how to make a bomb out of random stuff he found, as well as some parts he brought with him.

Instead of anything dangerous though, they were made to splatter mud everywhere.

Safe to say, Millie won the mud fight thanks to Moxxie’s assistance.

And it was so fucking worth it, even if everyone there was completely covered in mud.

And even if Moxxie slipped and broke his arm afterwards…

Yeah…

The siblings gathered around Moxxie to ask about the bombs he made, Moxxie feeling overwhelmed by them slipped and fell on his arm which made it break.

That was the first time Millie saw an actual bone sticking out of someone’s body.

And Moxxie seemed more annoyed by the injury then upset.

His cousins ran to get their moms.

So, Millie sat with him until they showed up to help.

She refused to leave him alone.

She told him all sorts of stories while he just sat there holding his broken arm.

Millie talked about home, she talked about school,

“And that’s why you should never play football on a golf course, I’ve never really understood golf, why should the lower points win? That’s just silly- wait, I’m not talking too much, am I? My Ma and pa say I always get carried away, I don’t try to but I just do!” She says.

Moxxie shakes his head. “You can talk all you want. I like it. You have a nice voice.”

She smiles and him, and he smiles back, and she continued until his mom showed up to help.

~~~Present~~~

Moxxie always had her back… he always supported her.

And she was never going to leave him alone. He was going to be safe and sound and that’s final!

“Millie?!” Called Trixx who ran out of the house.

“Oh…hi.” Millie says.

“I’m so sorry about my mom. She’s been through a lot.” Trixx says. “I still follow Moxxie’s socials, he seems like a decent guy.” They say.

Millie smiles and nods. “Thanks. He is.”

“I hope you find him. Call me if I can help at all.” Trixx handed her a card with a number.

“Thank you.” She says.

“Of course, Moxxie has always been nice to me. He was the first person to text me when I came out. He’s always been supportive. I hope mom is wrong.”

“I almost wish she wasn’t, I’d have a chance at finding him.” Millie says.

Trixx nods. “Yeah… So, where you gonna look next?”

Millie shakes her head. “I don’t know, any ideas?”

Trixx shakes their head. “I haven’t seen him in years.”

“Well, thanks anyway.”

“Good luck, Millie.” Trixx says. “Tell him hi when you find him.”

Millie smiles. “I will.”

~~~Moxxie, past~~~

Moxxie was leaving the next day, and for once he was upset about it.

The harvest moon festival was going on, so Moxxie walked as far away from it as he could to read.

The noise was just too much. So he found a tree, where it was quiet.

Moxxie didn’t like quiet much, but on rare occasions he found the pleasure in it

“Moxxie! I found you!” A voice shorted.

“Millie! Hi!” He smiles, abandoning his book to give her his full attention.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Can I sign your cast?” Millie asks him, already holding up a marker she had brought herself. “Please?”

Moxxie smiles and gives her his arm so she can. “Of course.”

“Thanks. I wanted to properly thank you for helping me win.” She says.

“Oh, you’re welcome. It was fun actually.” Moxxie says. “I’ll say!” Millie says. “What started the mud fight anyway?” Moxxie asks her.

Millie sighs. “I dunno, I was angry and got carried away.” She says. “A boy at school…he said I was a messy haired bitch. I hate him.” She says, “and no one disagrees with him… I guess he’s right and maybe I overreacted.” Millie says.

“I don’t think you overreacted.” Moxxie says. “And you have nice hair.”

Millie smiles. “You think so?”

“Yeah, it’s nice.” Moxxie shrugs. “And you’re nice too.”

“No, I’m not.” She scoffs.

“You helped me up, no one else did.” He says.

“I guess that’s true.” Millie says. “I think you were very brave out there.” She says.

“Me?” Moxxie asks.

“Yeah! Your arm broke and you didn’t even cry! My brothers probably would have, that looked awful painful. Not me though, I’m tough.”

Moxxie chuckled. “Oh, well…I’ve broken it before. It didn’t hurt that much.” He says.

“Still cool though. Where did you move here from anyway?” Millie asks. “I assume you’re not from here on account of you being so different then most folks around here.”

“I’m from Greed, we’re only visiting. We’re going home tomorrow actually.” Moxxie explains.

“Oh.” Millie says sadly. “Will you ever come back to wrath?” She asks.

“Yeah, we visit every year.” He says.

“You can visit me next year…if you want.” Millie suggests.

“I’d love to.” Moxxie smiles.

Millie and Moxxie continued to talk. Despite loving the festival, Millie didn’t regret spending the rest of the day with Moxxie.

He really was so different then the other kids around here…

And she liked that.

~~~Blitzø~~~

“Stolas, I really can’t talk right now.” Blitzø says as he answered the phone. He told Cash he needed some time to think it over, and luckily he agreed. But, now Blitzø was left with a stupidly impossible choice!

“You can never talk, Blitzø! You’re always ready with an excuse, please stop trying to avoid it and just talk to me?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø hates how much Stolas knows him. “Stolas, I-“

“I promise no one is judging you.” Stolas says. “You don’t have to be embarrassed based on a little meltdown.”

Blitzø sighs, he should have known Stolas would eventually put two and two together.

A little meltdown is an understatement, he’s had multiple meltdowns, none as bad as this one…

Honestly, Blitzø was embarrassed…and confused about what happened afterwards- maybe even a little scared…

But that didn’t matter now. Stolas didn’t need to know how upset he was over that.

What he doesn’t know won’t kill him. Besides, he’s got a real reason to avoid the bird this time.

“This isn’t about that.” He says to Stolas.

And it wasn’t…kinda wasn’t at least- he hated that it happened, but he was willing to let it go until he and Stolas talked and it made everything worse.

‘I want to give you all the love you deserve.’

He was just so nice! He cared so much!

Too much…

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” Stolas asks. “Every time we talk, you have an excuse. Just talk to me, don’t you think I deserve that at least?” He asks.

He does, Blitzø owes a lot to Stolas. Stolas has done everything he can for Blitzø… he at least deserves the truth. “Okay, maybe it was because of that- before- but not because of what happened…”

“What do you mean?” Stolas asked.

Blitzø realized that lying may be his best option now, he can’t risk loosing or hurting Stolas. “I just- I needed some time to get over it… but now- it’s about Moxxie.”

“Moxxie? Your employee?” Stolas asks.

“He’s missing.” Blitzø confirms.

“Oh dear, that is troubling.” Stolas says.

“Yeah.”

“Any idea where he might be?” Stolas asks him.

“We have a lead, but I’m not sure if I trust it.” Blitzø explains.

“I’m sorry.” Stolas says. “I had no idea-“

“It’s fine.” Blitzø says.

Stolas sighs. “I am sorry, I should have given you space-“ Stolas sighs. “I thought maybe after our conversation-“

“Stolas, it’s fine. You haven’t been bothering me. I just don’t know how to communicate…that’s all.”

“I promise I’ll do better, just tell me if you need space before, and I’ll give it to you…I just-“

Blitzø was about to interrupt, but he was interested in what Stolas had to say…

“I thought maybe you were mad at me…I thought I messed up and you were upset and avoiding me.” Stolas explains.

“I wasn’t mad, okay? You were helping me.” Blitzø says.

“I tried…” Stolas says. “But, you were still so upse-“

“Stolas, we’re good! Next time I’ll tell you. I’m sorry I made you worry.” Blitzø says.

“It’s alright.” Stolas says. “I know that wasn’t your intention.”

Blitzø sighs again, he needs to get off the phone, but he doesn’t want to…

What was wrong with him?

“Would you like some assistance in finding Moxxie?” Stolas asks.

“What?” Blitzø asks.

“I asked if you needed help, I have some connections that may be useful.” Stolas offers.

Blitzø considers it, maybe he can ask Stolas’s help with the situation…

Stolas has already done too much, he can’t take advantage of him. “No, we don’t need anything, Stolas. We’re fine.”

“Keep me updated?” Stolas asks.

“Yeah.” He hangs up the phone and drops his head…

What the fuck was he going to do?

~~~Moxxie:~~~

What’s he going to do when Millie and Blitzø find him?

They are looking for him…right?

They wouldn’t just- give up.

Moxxie wanted to cry. He didn’t want them to give up. But what was the use in hoping if they’ll be rejected and cast away even if they find Moxxie.

He’ll be foced to watch as everyone he loves is taken away-

Just like before.

He felt like a child again…

He was acting like a child again…

Why can’t he just grow the fuck up and move on?

He couldn’t though… if he were anywhere else, he’d

But he felt so small, so weak.

He felt like a scared child again, he wanted his mom to help him the way she used to.

“You can’t possibly have nothing left for me.” Moxxie says to her as if she were listening somehow from beyond the grave. “You must have some words left, some guidance..”

Moxxie walks over to the window and looked to the sky.

They say Imps don’t have an afterlife- but they have to have something…right?

“What do you want me to do, mom? Please-please just tell me what to do and I’ll do it!” He begged. “You were always so good at that…”

But she doesn’t answer him…

She’s not there…

Or- or maybe she was ignoring him…

The way she used to when she was mad…

Was she mad at him? Because-

Moxxie’s mind is turned back to the cast-

“No…”

~~~Past~~~

Moxxie and his mother got back from their trip to wrath.

Crimson have got one look at the cast and flipped out. “What the fuck is this?” He asks, grabbing Moxxie’s arm.

“There was an incident. But he’s fine.” She says.

“He’s not fine! If he was fine, he wouldn’t be wearing a cast on his arm, would he?” Crimson asks.

“Relax, Crimson. He had some fun for a change.”

“That’s the last time I’m letting you take him to wrath, I didn’t sleep with you just so you could break our kid.”

“I’m breaking him? Really? He breaks his arm all the time!” She says.

“Yeah! Here, where it’s safe to do so!” Crimson says. “I don’t need him breaking it when he’s that far from home!”

Moxxie went to his room, he doesn’t want to hear his parents fight anymore.

~~~Later~~~

His mother walks into Moxxie’s room as he was drawing something in his notebook.

“Chip?”

“Yes, mama?”

“Did you have a good time?”

“The best time!” Moxxie says.

“You really liked Millie, hm?” She asks.

“Yeah, she was cool.” Moxxie says. “She told me where her house is so I can visit her next time, see?” Moxxie shows his mother a map he drew himself that went from his aunts house to Millie’s house.

“I do see.” His mother says. “That’s very impressive, Chip.”

Moxxie turns back to his notebook, finishing the details of the house.

“You know, I knew her mother Lynn in highschool. We weren’t really friends or anything, but I knew of her. They comes from a really nice family.” She says.

Moxxie smiles, but then notices his mom wasn’t…

His smile deflates. “What’s wrong, Mama?” He asks.

“Sweetie, you must promise me something: You can’t let her get caught up in this.”

“Caught up in what?” He asks.

“All this, your family. You can’t see her again, Chip.” She says. “I’m sorry, but you can’t. You’ll ruin her life.”

Moxxie’s eyes widen.

He doesn’t want to ruin Millie’s life.

“I know you’re very young, and it’s hard to understand now. But. Please promise me, Moxxie?”

“I promise…” Moxxie says.

~~~present~~~

“You can’t be mad at me about that…” he says to his mother like she was still there. Tears pour down Moxxie’s face more and more at the realization that he may have disappointed her. “No- You’re not allowed to be mad at me! Just because you couldn’t be happy doesn’t mean I don’t get to be! I needed her, it was too much to ask of me!”

Moxxie sits down on the floor and curled up to himself. “You don’t know what it was like, I was just a kid, taking care of you! Doing everything you ever asked of me- everything he asked me… I’m allowed to be selfish for once!” He says.

Did he really ruin Millie’s life like she said? Did he hurt and abandon the woman he loved?

Was she going to be okay now that Moxxie’s not there?

He wiped the tears from his eyes, and he curls up against the corner of his room.

‘Please don’t be mad at me, mama…I’m sorry.’

It was like she was leaving him all over again.

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~~~Moxxie:~~~

Moxxie couldn’t stop looking at it…

Chaz Thurman.

Mounted on the wall like some type of a trophy.

A thing.

Not a person.

“That’s what happens when you try to trick Crimson, he really should have known better.” Alessio says, appearing behind him.

“Yeah… he should’ve.” Moxxie agrees half-heartedly. Chaz deserved to be punished for what he did- but Moxxie didn’t feel he deserved to die.

He didn’t deserve this!

Did any of them…?

“We lost quite a few Sharks that day. Was quite the slaughter your ‘wife’ caused.” Alessio says, putting air quotes on ‘Wife’.

“How many survived the attack?” Moxxie asks, not really wanting to respond to Alessio’s rude comments about Millie.

She was protecting him. She would do the same for her if he was strong enough.

“Let’s see…she killed about 16 of our men, only four sharks managed to survive.” Alessio explains.

Moxxie nods. It’s not like he had a great attachment to the sharks…

But… they didn’t deserve this.

At least they cared about Moxxie…

At least he thought they did.

Did they?

Moxxie being a little was supposed to be a secret.

A secret known only to Crimson, Alessio, and a very few other members of the Mafia.

Moxxie was meant to be an underboss when he grew up, and eventually he’d take over for Crimson.

And having a little for a Mob boss wouldn’t exactly strike fear in the hearts of anyone.

But! That’s the thing about being part of the Mafia, everyone is loyal and all your secrets were well kept.

Granted, Crimson didn’t trust all of the members, in fact he was very particular about who he told about Moxxie’s… “condition” as he called it.

The first shark to know about Moxxie was Alessio.

Alessio was like a third parent to Moxxie, he gave him rules and guidance, was stern with him, and provided assistance when necessary.

And sometimes Al would watch musicals with Moxxie like his mother would, Crimson hated them, but Alessio didn’t.

He appreciated the classics.

Fred Astaire,
Gene Kelly,
Judy Garland…
Exc.

Alessio had been taking care of him since his mother died, so of course he had to know about Moxxie…

Who else would have helped Moxxie after such a terrible mishap?

Not Crimson.

~~~Moxxie, Age 9~~~

Moxxie hardly ever goes anywhere, but he did have a decent immune system despite of this.

He’d almost never get sick, but when he was sick, he was completely out of it.

He didn’t get out of bed,

He slept most of it off,

Didn’t talk…

So, when struck with his first ever depressive episode, everyone just assumed he was sick.

Until he was in bed for a full week and refusing to eat anything.

Crimson’s been practically forcing food and water down his throat the whole time, but Moxxie wined and fought him the whole time.

“I’m sick of this, the kid has to get out of bed sometime!” Crimson shouted on day 10 of this tomfoolery.

“Crimson, he lost his mother.” Alessio explained, “it’s natural for him to feel…”

“What?” Crimson asks, arms crossed.

“Distraught.” Alessio finished saying.

“Oh. So suddenly you’re an expert on children?” Crimson asks.

“Sir, what if you let me talk to him?” Alessio suggests.

“You? Why?” Crimson asks.

“I think this is a sensitive situation, and the kid needs someone who can understand what he’s going through.”

“I can be sensitive!” Crimson says defensively.

Alessio hums. “Sir, I think this one is a little too personal for you to handle. I think I know how to get Moxxie to comply without having to fight him.

“Fine.” Crimson agreed reluctantly. “He’s such a fucking mamas boy, wonder if he’d even bat an eye if it were me.” Crimson thinks out loud.

“I’m sure he’d be just as devastated.” Alessio lies. He turns to Moxxie’s door as Crimson walked away.

“Moxxie?” Alessio asks the boy, knocking and slowly opening the door.

Moxxie doesn’t answer. Just like every attempt Crimson has made so far, the kid pulled the covers over his head to ignore him.

“Moxxie, I know it’s been hard for you since your mother left-“ Alessio starts to say.

“Mama didn’t leave me, she died.” Moxxie says matter of factly, still hiding under the covers.

Alessio nods. “Alright. I know you’re struggling to handle this, it’s a lot for a boy your age to go through. I lost my own mother when I was only three.”

“Three?” Moxxie asks, pulling the covers away to look at Alessio. “That’s young.”

Alessio nods. “Yes, I had to help my father take care of my younger sister when she died. I didn’t have time to mourn.”

“That must have been hard for you.” Moxxie says.

“It was. But it got better.” Alessio explains. “I am sorry about what happened to your mother. But, now you must take care of your family too.”

“What family?” Moxxie asks. “She’s gone.”

“You still have your father, Moxxie.” Alessio says. “You’re not alone.”

“It’s not the same…”Moxxie argues. “He doesn’t even care. He just ignores what happened and tells me to get over it. But, I can’t. I can’t just forget her!” Moxxie says, eyes full of tears.

“He does care, Moxxie. He cares a lot.” Alessio says. “He just expresses it differently. This is hard for him too, he just doesn’t know how to help you.”

Moxxie sighs.

“It’s okay to miss her, but she would want you to make the most of life, and be happy.” Alessio explains.

“I don’t want to be here without her.” Moxxie says. “I won’t know what to do. She always told me what to do. How can I know? I’m scared.” Moxxie says.

“Your mother can’t be here to guide you, you’ll have to rely on yourself now. And your father.” Alessio says. “I know it’s hard without her, but you’re not alone.” He promised.

Moxxie looked at Alessio who smiles at him sympathetically.

“I don’t feel good when I think about her. My stomach hurts.” Moxxie says.

“It’s normal.” Alessio says, hand on Moxxie’s shoulder. “It’s going to hurt for a while, but it’ll get better.”

Moxxie looks at Alessio and nods, that was reassuring, he supposed…but, to never see his mother again? It was… the worst reality he could think of.

“Will you please get up, Moxxie?” Alessio asks. “Join your father for dinner?”

“Why should I?” Moxxie asks grumpily.

“Someone has to take care of your father.” Alessio says. “He’s all by himself, he misses you.”

“Can’t you do it?” Moxxie asks, “isn’t that your job?”

Alessio nods. “It is. But I can’t take care of him quite as well as you can.”

“How can I take care of him?” Moxxie asks.

“Just by being here, making him happy. Being his family.” Alessio instructs.

“But, I don’t make him happy.” Moxxie mumbles. “I never did.”

“Well, maybe you could if you tried hard enough?” Alessio suggests.

Moxxie thinks about it.

“Will you come downstairs for dinner, please?” Alessio asks again. “He’s worried about you.”

“He is?” Moxxie asks, he didn’t mean to worry Sir, he was just sad.

“Of course he is, he’s your father, he loves you more than you can realize.” Alessio answers him.

Moxxie shrugs. “Okay. If you say so.”

Alessio smiles. “Alright, bambino. Let’s get you cleaned up then.”

Moxxie nods and takes the sharks hand.

Alessio could never replace Moxxie’s mother, but he was an alright person to have around…

At least that’s what Moxxie thought.

~~~Moxxie: Present:~~~

But now Alessio is keeping him captive here…

Threatened to shoot him, tased him.

What kind of a parental figure does that?

“Is Marcella okay?” Moxxie asks him.

Alessio shakes his head. “She was obliterated. There was hardly any part of her left.”

Moxxie sighs…

That was honestly…expected, but disappointing, she wasn’t all bad.

Marcella also knew about Moxxie being a little.

She was surprisingly kind for an extremely dangerous criminal.

She was always nice to Moxxie, gave him candy, and unsolicited advice.

She was crazy. And little Moxxie was hardly ever left alone with her. But, she kept his secret safe and never made him feel bad for who he was, she simply thought he was cute and she’d occasionally check in on him and make sure he was okay.

She never crossed boundaries, she just gave mentally unstable aunt vibes.

She was also a good person to confide in. Someone Moxxie felt emotionally safe around when it came to secrets…

And boy did Moxxie have secrets.

~~~Past: Moxxie, age 15:~~~

“Marcella, can I ask you something?” He asks.

The shark smiles, then opens the door to let him in. “Of course, Pollo. What’s going on?” She asks.

“Is it okay for a guy to like…another guy?” Moxxie asks. “Romantically?”

Marcella looks up at Moxxie. “Sit down, I’ll make some tea.”

Moxxie nods, sitting down at the table.

“So…what’s his name?” She asks, getting the hot water ready.

“Who says there’s someone? I just asked a question!” Moxxie defends.

Marcella crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. “Come on. We both know there’s a guy.”

“Its…Chaz.” He answers.

“Chaz? He’s two years older than you are, isn’t he?” She asks.

“I guess. Is that wrong?” Moxxie asks.

“I suppose not.” She says, handing him a mug of hot vanilla Chai.

“Thanks.” Moxxie says.

“Why would you ask me about this?” She asks.

“Quint and Alessio would just tell my dad.” He says. “I’m not really ready for him to know…I want to figure this out first. He always talks about gay people like they’re…gross. Or wrong.”

“Ah, those damn snitches.” She scoffs.

Moxxie nods.

“Well, I hate to disagree with your father…but it’s perfectly normal to like boys.” She says. “It’s not wrong or gross. It’s just how you feel.”

Moxxie nods, he feels like crying, but he maintains his composure. “Okay. Thanks.”

“So, it only Chaz?” She asks.

Moxxie shakes his head. “Actually- I think I’m Bisexual. I like the phantom from phantom of the opera…but I also like Bombalurina from cats.” He explains.

“I’ll just go ahead and pretend I know who you’re talking about.” Marcella says. “It’s okay to play for both teams.” She says. “Lots of people do, and you can’t help it if you have good taste.”

Moxxie smiles.

“He’ll get over it.” She says, reassuringly.

His smile drops. “What if he gets mad at me?” Moxxie asks. “What if he hits me or kicks me out?”

“He probably won’t.” She says. “Do you know how many sharks here are gay?” She asks.

Moxxie shakes his head.

“Beyond Chaz, plenty of them are. Quint’s gay for example.” She says.

“He is?”

“Mhm. He had a boyfriend. Long story. Just- don’t worry so much about what your father will think. Love who you love.” She tells him. “Life doesn’t last forever, and neither does love. You’d better enjoy it while you’re young.”

Moxxie nods again. “Thanks, Marcella.”

“Of course, Pollo.”

~~~Present:~~~

“Your uncle is dead, was impaled during your wife’s killing spree.” Alessio tells him.

Moxxie nods, trying to look more upset about that than he actually was…

He was Crimson’s cousin. Moxxie hated that guy. Shame he couldn’t have been a better person before he died. Not that there’s an afterlife waiting for him.

“What about Quint?” Moxxie asks.

“Quint is…well, he’s alive. But the attack at the wedding unfortunately destroyed his vocal cords, he’s now completely mute, only communicating with sign language.” Alessio explains.

Moxxie nods. That’s actually better than he’d expect from Millie actually.

“Can I…-“

Moxxie pauses when Alessio looks at him.

“…talk to him?” Moxxie asks.

Alessio thinks about it. “Yes, I think that would be alright.” He says. “He’s at target practice. Why don’t you join him? You need to practice for work anyway.” He says.

Moxxie nods. “Yeah, okay.”

Quint Carleone was another one of the few individuals who got to know about Moxxie. He joined Crimson’s crew when he was only 16. It was a way to help his mother who was struggling financially after his father left them both to fend for themselves.

He got the job from his boyfriend who later betrayed the organization… and him.

And once Quint got in, he couldn’t get out.

He was nice enough to Moxxie, he even helped him learn the trade once he was old enough.

But, he also had no problem being a huge tattle tale!
Not that Moxxie did anything that bad. But still! Who did he think he was?

He did also help shield Moxxie from some of the other, more troubling members…not well enough, but he occasionally tried.

The other sharks had a feeling something was ‘wrong’ with Moxxie and constantly teased him for being babied so much by Crimson, and having the ‘privileges’ they didn’t.

Quint never disagreed with them, but he never revealed Moxxie’s secret or made him feel bad for being different.

He never really had much of a friendship with them, not even with Quint.

Quint and Moxxie’s relationship was strictly professional…and at the same time immature. They’d discuss life events and they’d constantly compete with one another. Not because they liked or respected each other, it was because they were forced to live with each other and the competition made the most of it.

Kinda like Loona now that he thought about it… but, more of a role model and less a huge pain in the ass.

Quint probably hated him, just like a lot of the sharks did, but occasionally he’d be left to ‘watch’ Moxxie when Alessio and Crimson couldn’t.

At least he was nicer than the other sharks…

Before Moxxie’s mother died, he hardly ever spoke to his fathers sharks, because Mama didn’t like them very much.

Then when she died…they were very unfortunately his entire life…

~~~Past:~~~

At the end of the day, Moxxie was exhausted. So Quint was asked to watch Moxxie for a few hours.

“Quin?” Little Moxxie asks.

“Yeah, Moxxie?” Quint asked him, he set the little on the floor to play with his puzzle, usually it entertained Moxxie for a while, this time it only gave him twenty minutes.

“Wiw you sing fow mes? Pease?” Moxxie asks him, eyes wide and as adorable as he can manage.

Quint looks at him, the little’s face was adorable. Quint smiles and set the book he was reading down. Something little Moxxie always wanted was for someone to sing to him.

Alessio loved classic movie musicals, and could play the piano quite well. But he wasn’t much of a singer. He only sang to Moxxie every now and then in order to calm him down from a meltdown or panic attack. It was a rare occurrence for the shark.

Crimson was not a singer at all, he felt singing was a waste of time and energy, and considered it ‘gay’. He legitimately didn’t understand where Moxxie got the obsession and always turned him down if he asked.

But Quint would gladly sing anytime, either for Moxxie or with him. “Of course, Mox.” He answered, clearing his throat before singing: ‘I’ve got you under my skin’ by Frank Sinatra.

Moxxie smiles, resting his eyes as Quint sang.

He felt safe when someone sang to him, he loved Quint when little.

~~~Present~~~

If Moxxie thought Quint cared at all…he may have even considered him a friend or maybe somewhat of a brother figure…

But he didn’t…

Quint didn’t care.

Still…Moxxie cared about him.

He cared about everyone.

~~~Blitzø~~~

“Dad? Don’t you think it’s time you took a break?” Loona asked. Once Blitzø got back from greed, he could only stare at the computer for information on Buckzo.

He wouldn’t let Loona help, he couldn’t get her involved! “I’m fine, sweetie. Don’t worry, everything is being taken care of.”

“Dad, you need to eat something, you haven’t moved since this morning.” Loona says.

“Loonie, I promise you. I’m fine.” He says.

Loona sighs, seeming to give up as she exists his office.

The phone rings.

“Millie?” He answers.

“Blitzø, I’ve been trying to get ahold of you, what the fuck is goin on?!” She asks.

“Ohh yeah, forgot I left you in wrath. “Don’t worry, Mills. Everything is fine. I actually may have found him.” Blitzø says, with the fakest enthusiasm he could muster.

“What? Really? Where is he?” She asks.

“I…uh, don’t know- but I’m working on it- okay? It’s fine!” He says.

“What can I do?” She asks him.

“Nothing, just wait till I can get information, I’ll call you if I need you.” He says.

“What?! He’s my husband, Blitzø! I need to know what’s happening! Now!” She yells.

“Sorry Mills, I gotta go, talk to you later, love you~ ” He hangs up on her.

She’ll probably kill him…but that’s fine.

She can’t get involved when it comes to Buckzo…

None of them can!

He searches all night for some information…

There has to be something he can use!

~~~Moxxie:~~~

“Quint?” Moxxie asks, arriving at the shooting practice location. He knew it well…he was here every day after all.

Quint waves a hand at Moxxie. ‘I heard you were back.’ He signs.

“How have you been?” Moxxie asks, signing everything he’s saying aswell.

‘I can hear, you don’t have to sign.’ He signs.

“Yeah, but I can. And I never get to practice my sign language.” Moxxie says.

Quint scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry about what happened to you.” Moxxie says.

‘You should be.’ Quint signs. ‘This was your doing.’

“Technically, my wife did that. But, who can honestly blame her?” Moxxie asks. “You tried to attack her, it was self defense.”

‘Why didn’t you try to stop her?’ Quint asks.

“Why didn’t you warn me about the wedding?!” Moxxie asks back.

Quint signs: ‘I couldn’t tell you. Alessio was guarding your room all night.’

“Why did you try to kill my wife?”

‘I was following orders.’ He responds.

Moxxie sighs. “Okay, okay…I’m sorry my wife almost killed you.” He says, half heartedly.

Quint signs: ‘I’m sorry I didn’t try to warn you about the wedding.’

Moxxie signs: “it’s okay.”

‘She killed Nickle and Stu.’ He says.

Moxxie sighs. “I’m sorry. I would have stopped her if I could- but she- and, I just-“

Quint shakes his head. ‘It’s fine, Moxxie. You’re right, it was just her protecting herself and you…’

Moxxie nods.

‘They were good friends though. I’ll miss them.’ Quint says.

Moxxie nods. “I guess we always knew we’d turn on each other…eventually.”

Quint nods. ‘Yeah, I suppose so. But, I don’t love it. I actually don’t hate you that much.’

Moxxie smiles. “Yeah… it’s just part of the life working for the mafia. Everyone turns on everyone, kills without good reason.” He complains.

‘Not like what you do is any better. Don’t you kill people too?’ Quint asks.

“Yeah but…well-“ Moxxie sighs. “Yeah.”

‘How is it any different?’ Quint asked.

Moxxie thinks about it…

Most of the people they killed were bad but-

The mother…

“I guess it’s not…” Moxxie admits. “Sorry…”

Quint rolls his eyes.

How can Moxxie defend Blitzø? He killed a mother on her wedding day…

He never cared for morality, just money…

How is he any different than Crimson killing multiple families?

~~~Alessio:~~~

“You wanted to speak to me, Boss?” Alessio asks, entering Crimson’s office:

“Yeah. I want you to get Moxxie ready for tonight.” Crimson said. “I want to have that special dinner we planned.”

“So soon?” Alessio asks.

“Business is good, and Blitzø has already taken the bait; It’s a good time for a celebration.” Crimson laughs. “Besides, it’s about time Moxxie knew his place in all this.”

Alessio smiles, he loves seeing Crimson happy. “Very well, Sir. I’ll see you at dinner.”

Crimson smiles at Alessio as he walks away.

Their new life was going to be amazing together.

~~~Moxxie, present:~~~

Alessio interrupts him talking to Quint, standing behind Moxxie.

Quint signs. ‘M, there is something important I should tell you-‘

Alessio glares at Quint as Moxxie asks: “What is it?”

Quint looks up at Alessio, then looks back at Moxxie. ‘Nevermind. It’s not that important. I’ll tell you later.’

Moxxie looked confused before he turned and saw Alessio. “Oh… okay.”

Alessio continued to give Quint a threatening look, before turning back to Moxxie. “Moxxie, your father has plans tonight, I have been instructed to get you ready.”

Moxxie’s heart pounds, what was Crimson planning? Probably something work related…he hoped he wouldn’t be forced to hurt anyone…again.

What if he was? What if Crimson was forcing him to do something terrible? Moxxie couldn’t say no! Crimson had him, he was at his fathers mercy!

Moxxie swallows hard. “Al, what is he-“

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. It’s just dinner.” Alessio says, walking inside, forcing Moxxie along by grabbing his arm and pulling him forward.

“Dinner? That’s it?” Moxxie asks.

“Yep.”

“Is someone important joining us?” Moxxie asks.

“I don’t know about important.” Alessio says. “But, someone is joining you, he means a lot to your father.”

“Great.” Moxxie rolls his eyes. “Can’t wait to see who’s so special to my dick of a father that I have to meet him.”

“Moxxie, while you’re staying here, you will show your father respect.” Alessio says, squeezing Moxxie’s arm tighter.

Moxxie glares. “Why? It’s not like I asked to be here! What more does he want anyway? He makes no sense! Blackmailing me and threatening my friends just to keep me here against my will! Doesn’t that seem counterproductive to you?” He asks.

Alessio sighs. “Moxxie…”

“Alessio, I am not a kid anymore! You don’t get to talk to me like I am! I was fine where I was! My life was good! Then you showed up and ruined everything for me, why?” Moxxie asks. “What does he want?”

“Moxxie,” Alessio says, petting his hair suddenly. “You are different then the wrathians you worked with. You don’t belong there where you’ll be ignored and have no true place. Here you have a place, you have people who care about you.”

Moxxie shakes his head, his hands balled into fist. Al was still so insistent on talking to him like a child. “You’re wrong.” He says.

“About what specifically?” Alessio asks.

“Everything! All of what you said was wrong!” Moxxie says. “No one cares about me here! Dad doesn’t, you don’t, and Quint and the other fuckers definitely don’t! I had a place at I.M.P! And in case you forgot, I was born in wrath! There’s nothing wrong with that! I had a wife who loved me more than anything and a boss who respected me!” He tried desperately to get Alessio to understand.

“Then why didn’t you tell her about your regression?” Alessio asked.

Moxxie’s heart felt cold. “What?”

“Why didn’t you tell your wife that you’re a little?” Alessio asks again.

“Who says I didn’t?” Moxxie mumbles.

“Well, the way your younger self was acting, it seemed like time completely stopped for you, you didn’t realize time had passed at all. So, either she didn’t know, or she chose not to help you with regression because she was ashamed of you.”

“I- uhm…” Moxxie hesitates.

“Well?” Alessio asks, eyebrows lifting. “What is it?”

“I-I didn’t tell her.” Moxxie admits.

“Mhm, as I thought.” Alessio says. “Were you hesitant to tell her the truth because of a lack of support or maybe you felt ashamed of what you really are…?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” Moxxie says, arms crossed.

“Alright, that’s fine.” Alessio says. “How about you help me with dinner then?”

“Dinner?” Moxxie asks.

“Mhm. We gave Marian the day off today.” Alessio explains.

What was Alessio talking about?

Who’s we?

Besides, cooking wasn’t part of Alessio’s job description. Well, he did cook occasionally when Moxxie was younger, when he was teaching Moxxie how to cook, but it wasn’t normal for him to release staff and take over for them.

What was he up to?

Moxxie washed his hands and decided to help Alessio as asked, he was stuck here anyway, might as well…

Wait-

Might as well help his captors prepare dinner? Why was he even considering helping Alessio? He should hate the stupid shark! He should be strangling him right now!

“Remember when I taught you how to make your fathers favorite pasta?” Alessio asks.

“What?” Moxxie asks.

“You were ten I think, so frightened that you wouldn’t make it right, but I assured you that I would be there the whole time, and you made it beautifully without much assistance.”

Moxxie does remember that…

~~~Past:~~~

“Alright, Moxxie. Tonight we’ll be making dinner for your fathers birthday.”

Moxxie smiles, tail swishing in excitement. He’s been learning how to cook with Alessio, he knew some basic skills from helping Mama, but now he was learning more advanced stuff, he was making full meals all on his own, and he was excited to show his father how good he’s gotten at it!

“What are we gonna make, Alessio?” Moxxie asks.

“Your fathers favorite…homemade spaghetti and meatballs. It’s an old family recipe.”

“Daddy’s favorite pasta?” Moxxie asks.

Alessio nods, but realizes that Moxxie was scared. “What’s wrong, Moxxie?”

“Uhm. Wha-what if I do it wrong?” Moxxie asked, breathing heavily. “Mama messed it up one time- and he-“

Alessio rested a hand on Moxxie’s shoulder. “Relax. I’ll be here to make sure it’s right. We’ll make it together.” He says.

Moxxie nods. “Okay. Thanks, Al.”

“Of course.” He says. “I’ll always be here to help you if you need it. But, I know you can do it.”

The pasta turned out great, it was the first time Moxxie thought maybe he made Crimson proud…

If he was ever capable of it…

~~~Present:~~~

Why couldn’t Moxxie just hate them? Why?

He wants to hate Al! And his father!

Wants to hate Quint! Wants to hate everyone!

But he never could no matter how hard he tried!

Moxxie glares up at Alessio, then walks away.

“Where exactly do you think you’re going?”

“Far away from you?” Moxxie suggests. “You can force me to be here, you can force me to regress, but you cannot use my childhood to make me like you, it’s not going to work!”

“That is not what I’m doing.” Alessio says.

“That’s exactly what you’re doing!” Moxxie shouts. “I expect this manipulative bullshit from him, but I won’t tolerate it from you! I’m sick of this!”

Alessio shakes his head and sighs. “Moxxie, that’s enough.” Alessio scolds. “If you keep this up, I will force you to regress…or I’ll just put you in a time out for the night.” He threatened.

Moxxie’s eyes widened, and the threat immediately shut him up.

“Now…” Alessio says. “We are going to make your father a nice dinner, and you are going to be polite and respectful. Is that clear?”

Moxxie gulps and nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy, Mox.” Alessio says. “Now let’s get started.”

Moxxie does as he’s told.

~~~Later:~~~

“Alright, done.” Alessio says. “Now, Moxxie. It’s time for you to regress.” He says simply.

“What? But I didn’t do anything!” Moxxie says, taking a step back. “Doesn’t dad have-“

“You’re not in trouble, your fathers just wants regressed Moxxie at dinner tonight.” Alessio asks.

“But why?” Moxxie asks. “Doesn’t he have a guest?!” He asks.

“I can’t say.” Alessio says.

“Well, I’m not going to regress, and there’s nothing you can do to make me!” Moxxie says, covering his ears as he said it.

Alessio rolls his eyes. “Honestly, Moxxie. Why are you being a baby about this? It’s not that big a deal.”

“Sorry, can’t hear you.” Moxxie says, hands still placed firmly at the sides of his head.

“Moxxie…” Alessio warns.

Moxxie keeps walking backwards until his back hits the counter top.

Alessio walks towards him slowly, then grabs his arms as gently as possible.

“No! Stop! Please?” Moxxie begs, struggling to get away from Alessio while trying to keep his hands where they are. “I dont want to-“

The shark removes one of Moxxie’s hands very easily. “Quiet time.”

Moxxie whimpers, and be tries his best to resist but….

He stops fighting once he was regressed.

~~~Millie:~~~

Millie calls her parents and tells them about Moxxie’s disappearance.

Fucking Blitzø just kept saying that he had it handled for now… wouldn’t tell her anything, but she needed someone to talk to, someone who cared.

The person she really needed to talk to was Moxxie…he’s always been there for her.

But, she can’t.

But she needed someone.

Things are so complicated…and something felt so wrong, like he was suddenly a stranger.

But, she knew why he kept the mafia thing from her…she should be more understanding…right?

But why didn’t he tell her? She could have helped! Moxxie does trust her, right?

“You sure he didn’t run away from a bunny or somethin?” Her pa suggested.

“Pa, this is serious.” Millie says.

“We’ll do everything we can to help, Hun.” Lynn says.

“Thanks Ma.” Millie smiles, thankful that someone gave a-

“But, have you actually considered that he may have left you?” Lynn asked. “You do have a history of scaring people away, and sweetie, he’s not exactly one of the stronger people you’ve dated.” She says.

Never mind.

Millie’s blood boiled with anger. “You don’t know him, and you clearly don’t know me either! I am so sick and tired of you and your attitude towards me and my husband!”

She hangs up the phone…

They didn’t care.

Millie was alone in this…

Her heart felt so tight.

No one was talking to her, no one cared…

She just- needed someone to tell her what was going on…

Millie takes a deep breath and calls the number on the card.

“Hello?”

“Trixx, it’s Millie. Can I ask you somethin?” She asks.

“Uh yeah. Of course. What’s up?”

“I-I need to know…What happened to Moxxie’s mother?” She asks.

~~~Moxxie:~~~

Moxxie looks around the room before starting up at Alessio. “Aw!” He gets excited and reaches for the shark.

Alessio smiles and picks him up, setting him on the counter that was behind him. “Hello, Bambino.”

Moxxie chews on his nails anxiously. “Hi.”

“How are you feeling, little one?” Alessio asks, removing Moxxie’s fingers from his mouth.

Moxxie shrugs, he honestly was confused. His body was tired, overwhelmed, and he felt uneasy. He wants to cry, but he also just wants to be happy with Alessio. “I dunno.” He says honestly.

Alessio rests his hand on Moxxie’s shoulder. “It’ll be alright. Let’s go find your dad and eat some pasta, hm?” He asks.

Moxxie nods and agrees happily.

Gotta make sure Daddy’s okay.

Moxxie doesn’t think he did anything wrong, but he hopes daddy isn’t mad at him.

~~~Crimson:~~~

“There’s my boy!” Crimson says enthusiastically.

Moxxie ran over to his father and hugs him. “Hi, daddy.”

Crim petted the boy’s hair. “Speaking in full sentences, you’re a big boy today, huh?” Crimson asks.

Moxxie nods. “Yup, I’m dis many.” Moxxie holds up three fingers to Crimson.

“Impressive.” Crim says. “You hungry, Mox?”

When the little one nodded, Crimson set Moxxie down on the chair to his left.

"Aw?" Moxxie asks, watching the shark sit down on Crimson’s right.

"Yes, Moxxie?" Alessio asks.

Moxxie smiles at Alessio. “Yu' gon' ea' wif us?" He asks.

Crimson was about to say something, but Al raised a hand to let Crimson know that he had the situation under control.

"Is that alright with you, Moxxie?”

Moxxie smiles and nods, squeezing his hands together excitedly, as if this was something so special for them.

Crimson just smiled, watching Moxxie and listening to him talk to Alessio.

They chatted about the book they were reading, and then he talked to Crimson about research he’d done in regards to weaponry.

Moxxie was definitely a smart little despite the separation of memories and headspaces.

Crimson’s family was finally perfect.

Just like he dreamed.

Chapter Text

~~~Millie:~~~

“What has Moxxie already told you about her?” Trixx asks, voice sounding hesitant through the phone.

“He didn’t tell me anything…” Millie hated to admit. “I know she died, and that Crimson was responsible, but he never talked about it.”

“Oh wow…well. I don’t know everything, but I can tell you what I’ve heard…and what I’ve seen.” They say.

Millie waits patiently for Trixx to continue.

“My mother was the oldest of two daughters. Their father was a wealthy businessman who planted some type of illegal substances. He made a lot of money but quite a few bad deals, he fucked up big time when a certain someone threatened his life and business.” Trixx explains. 

“He needed protection, and Crimson’s father needed money, so they made him an offer he couldn’t refuse…

If one of his daughters married Crimson, his business would be protected by the mafia, and they would have money.

Despite the fact she already had a fiancé, Moxxie’s mother sacrificed her happiness for her sister and volunteered to be the one to marry Crimson.

Our mother married her sister’s ex fiancé after Kay married Crimson only to get away from her father… I don’t think our father and mother even liked each other, they only settled because of what happened to Aunt Kay.

Kay needed to produce an heir for Crimson as per their agreement, a future underboss or somethin; so they had Moxxie. We were all born together on the same day. Kay actually left without crimson knowing so the two could be together to give birth at the same time. It was a weird relationship they had.” Trixx explains. “Almost…possessive. But, I suppose if it was Roxxy, I'd want to help her as much as possible.”

Millie starts to think of her own sister, she could take care of herself, but if she couldn't, would Millie be so protective? 

Probably.

“Yeah, our father left when Roxxy and I turned five, then Mama married Kayla’s dad. But, anyway Aunt Kay visited us a lot, mostly to see her sister and reassure her that she was safe, our mom worried about her constantly. They called almost every day.”

“So…what happened to Kay?” Millie asks.

Trixx sighs. “Moxxie visited us one last time for the harvest moon festival... I overheard Mom and Kay talking in the kitchen after Kay had a harsh discussion with Moxxie.”

~~~Past:~~~

“Are you alright?” Their mother asked Kay downstairs.

Trixx was at the top of the staircase listening as carefully as possible so hopefully they won’t get caught.

Moxxie had just gotten in trouble for mouthing off to aunt Kay… he’s been in the spare bedroom for hours.

Whether Kay locked him in there or Moxxie just wanted to be alone, Trixx wasn’t sure. But, He was clearly upset over something Kay said…or something she didn’t say.

Kay nods. “Yeah, I’m alright…I hate to do it, I hate ignoring him, but that’s what works. I don’t know what else to do, I don’t want him to end up like Crimson.” 

Their mother shakes her head. “The boy does need proper discipline. But, what he really needs is to get out of that house.” She says.

“Crimson will find us if I leave, Liz.” Kay says.

“You need to get out of there, Kay. Find a safe place, just go as far as you can.” Liz says. “We can make a plan together, I got a friend in gluttony, she can help you-”

“How can I go that far while carrying a nine year old? He can’t run fast enough! We’ll be caught then Crimson will kill me.” Kay says.

“You’ll have to leave him.” Their mother said.

“I could never leave Moxxie behind, he’s my son.” She says. “My world.”

“You may have to. You can come back with help, they’re not the most powerful people, Kay.” Liz says.

“They're more powerful than you think, Liz.” Kay picked up her dishes, put them in the sink, and then went to bed.

~~~Present:~~~

“We never saw her after that visit.” Trixx explains. “We called and called, but Crimson never answered us. We sent letters that never got a response, and we didn’t see Moxxie either except on social media many years later.”

Millie’s heart felt heavy, his poor mother. “I can’t believe he never told me any of this.” She says.

“Millie, can I ask…just how much did you know about this guy before marrying him?” Trixx asks.

Millie thought she knew a lot…

She thought she knew everything she needed to…

~~~Millie, past:~~~

Millie was dating a guy named Bradley before she met Moxxie…actually he was the reason she even met Moxxie again after so long.

Her and Bradly were never meant to be forever, they were just fooling around for a while.

None of Millie’s boyfriends ever lasted long. She was always told she was “too much” and she “drove them away.”

And who knows, maybe she did. Maybe she was too much for people and got “too carried away” like her parents have always told her. 

She couldn't help being a little…much. It's just who she is. 

She was prepared to never find someone who really wanted to stick around… that is until she met him. 

Her and Bradly were taking a walk together after their date. 

Bradly kept going on about sex and how good he is at it and new things they could try- not that he'd ever hear about that from her. 

Because he's only average at best and he wouldn't even let her get a word in the conversation.

She almost completely lost it on him when suddenly she heard a gunshot-

“Get down.” She says, pushing Bradly to the ground. Looking up she sees a smaller imp like herself with a sniper rifle in one of the buildings. “I got this.” She says, releasing Bradly.

She ran up to the building, quickly climbing up to the window and jumped at the imp.

“What the!?”

She tackled the imp to the ground.

“Millie?” Moxxie asks once they met face to face. 

Millie blinked. “Moxxie?” She asks back, climbing off him.

“What are you doing in pride?” Moxxie asks.

“That’s…none of your concern, what are you doing trying to kill my boyfriend?” Millie asks.

Moxxie’s eyes widened. “THAT'S your boyfriend?!” He asks. “Do you have any idea how many people want him dead?”

“I don't give a shit.” She says. "I dont care if Satan himself wants him dead! I'm still not going to let you get away with it."

Blitzø is currently struggling with Bradly and calls out for Moxxie. “Little help here?!” He asks.

“Uhm, I should go.” Moxxie says awkwardly. standing up so he can help his boss.

Millie grows angry. “Oh no you don't.” She growled. She pounced at Moxxie again, tackling him and pinning him to the ground again. “If anyone is goin’ to kill my boyfriend, it’ll be me.” She says.

Moxxie struggles against her, but he’s not strong enough to overpower her. 

Then he looks up… “I’m sorry.” He says, kicking a table behind them, causing a vase to fall on Millie’s leg which catches her off guard, she moves off him and Moxxie shoots at the rope connecting the very old chandelier to the ceiling.

It falls on Millie’s head as she couldn’t dodge it fast enough.

Moxxie ran out quickly to kill Bradly, but she would not be so easily defeated.

Her head was bleeding and so was her leg, but she didn’t care; She pulled the heavy chandelier off her and jumped out the window of the building to stop Moxxie in his tracks.

Moxxie had just made it out of the building when she jumped on top of him again, she grabs his gun and points it at him- it’s quickly taken from her however by a taller Imp.

She was much stronger than these two assholes, they had no idea who they were dealing with! She quickly punched Blitzø to get the gun back to point at Moxxie. 

Moxxie had another gun in his jacket, he quickly pointed it at her.

Millie sees that Bradly had run off without her…figures, that fucking coward. 

Blitzø moved out of the way of the two’s stalemate. But decides to watch and see what will happen instead of chasing after Bradly. 

“Sir, the target got away! What are you doing?”  Moxxie says, lowering his gun.

“Yeah. It appears he did.” Blitzø says. “What a shame.” 

Millie lowers her weapon too. “You two aren't very good at this, are you?” She asks.

“I mean, usually we're alright.” Moxxie says

“I’m Blitzø, the o is silent.” He says, shaking Millie's hand.

She turns to look at this ‘Blitzø’ person. “uh, hi.” She says in annoyance. 

“What are you doing?” Moxxie asks him. 

“You're not so bad in combat. What's your name?” Blitzø asks her.

“Millie.” She says.

“That was awfully impressive, Millie.” Blitzø says.

“Oh… thanks?” She says, trying not to take the compliment too seriously. 

“Sir?” Moxxie tries to get Blitzø's attention. 

“Ever think of becoming an assassin?” He asks.

“What?” Millie asks. 

“What?! But, sir she just-“

“You have the skills for it and the resilience. We  could really use someone like you on our team.” Blitzø says, ignoring Moxxie completely. He hands her a card with their number.

Millie found the offer oddly intriguing, but also, it was weird coming from someone who just tried to take out her boyfriend. Regardless, she takes the card. “I’ll have to think about it.”

“And what about the client?” Moxxie asks in annoyance. 

“They’ll get over it.” Blitzø says before turning back to Millie, taking Moxxie's gun back. “I look forward to your call.” He smiled, then left with Moxxie. 

~~~A couple weeks later~~~

Millie needed money, her and her roommate could barely make rent every month with the funds they've been getting. And assassins can get decent money if they can get enough kills.

And she’s really good at killing, so she decided and called Blitzø. “Blitzø, I’d like to discuss the job offer.”

~~~~~

Millie and Moxxie hardly talked at all when she started at I.M.P, they’d bump heads every now and then, but for the most part they’d just stay out of each other’s way. 

Any time Moxxie attempted to say anything to her, she'd simply ignore him or respond in a way to make sure he knew they were not friends. 

Until… 

They had to sneak into a fancy gala with ballroom dancing, fancy people, and champagne; not a place Millie would typically find herself in. 

Moxxie however was a pro, he got all the costumes, taught them how to properly drink from a wine glass, and even how to dance or decline a dance properly. 

It was awkward having to work with someone she got so mad at, but she had to pay the bills somehow.

They entered the party in their disguises, and Millie was honestly shocked that she wasn't discovered as a fraud the second they walked in.

She could never fit in with people like this, she was messy and plain. She couldn't talk fancy or walk right! She thought for sure she'd get them caught.

Moxxie looked perfect, blended in with them so well. How did he manage that? 

“Okay, you two dance. I’m going to mingle. Keep an eye out for him, and remember the signal.” Blitzø instructs them both.

Millie and Moxxie give each other a look. Millie with irritation, Moxxie with anxiety. “But, sir, we-“

“Don’t question me, Moxxie.” Blitzø says. “Just do it.” 

Moxxie sighs. “Yes, sir.”

Moxxie turned to Millie, so she took his hand reluctantly; They got to the dance floor and started dancing as what was instructed of them.

Moxxie danced just as well as anyone else in the room, it was…annoying! But oddly attractive also.

“You’re not too bad at this.” Millie says to him.

Moxxie shrugs. “I grew up going to fancy places like this.”

“Where did you say you grew up again?” Millie asks.

“Greed; I was born in wrath, but most of my life was spent at home.” Moxxie explains.

“So, were you homeschooled?” She asks.

Moxxie thinks about it. “I guess, yeah.”

“Well, that explains it.” She laughs.

“Explains what?” Moxxie asks.

“I don’t know, you’re just so…” Millie hesitates.

“What?” Moxxie asks. 

“Well, you’re weird.” She says.

“Oh.” Moxxie deflates. 

“Not in a bad way!” Millie says. “It’s…charmin.” 

Moxxie clears his throat. “Oh, thanks? I think.” 

“I look ridiculous.” Millie chuckles. “I’m not cut out for fancy shit like this.” She says.

Moxxie raises an eyebrow as he looks her up and down. “What are you talking about? You look bea- uh, perfect.” He says.

“Oh.” Millie’s eyes widen as her face reddens further. “Thank you…”

The two of them went quiet for a few more minutes, things were so awkward between them. 

“Look, Millie. I’m sorry I tried to kill your boyfriend, and hit you with a chandelier.” Moxxie says. “It wasn’t personal, I was just doing my job. Can we please work this out so we can start over?” He asks. “We’re going to be working together, we should be friends.”

Millie rolls her eyes. “You think I’m mad at you because of Bradly? I’m not. If I got mad at everyone who tried to kill my boyfriend, I’d always be angry. He gets himself in those situations all the time, I’m surprised he isn’t dead yet!”

“Oh…then. Why are you mad at me?” Moxxie asks.

“It’s stupid.” She says.

“Please tell me?” Moxxie asks. “If I don’t know what it is, how are we going to work it out?” He asks.

Millie shrugs, not wanting to admit the truth.

Moxxie leans closer to her. “I’m sure it’s not as stupid as you think. And if it is, I will take it seriously, I promise.”

“When we first met…you told me you’d visit me. I waited for you every year but…you never did. You just forgot about me.” Millie explains.

“Oh.”

“I was going to ask you for your address so I could send you letters,  you were just so different from the other boys I knew.” She explains. “I know we were just kids and it’s stupid and irrelevant now, but-“

“I’m sorry, Millie.” Moxxie interrupts. “I would have visited you, I promise. I thought about you a lot, I just-“ He sighs, “my mom died a few months after I met you. My dad was very protective of me and he didn’t want me to go back to wrath after that. The last time I was there, I was sixteen, and I wasn’t sure you’d even remember me after so long.”

Millie’s eyes widened. “Oh shit. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.” Moxxie says.

They danced quietly for a moment.

“Do you remember when I broke my arm?” Moxxie asks.

“Well, yeah, the bone was sticking out of it! Kids were panicking and throwing up, but you didn’t even cry! I  was mighty impressed.” She says.

“I kept the cast in my dresser drawer because I wanted something to remember you by…kinda sounds creepy when I say it out loud.” He realized. 

“It's not creepy, that’s really sweet actually.” She says. “Didn’t realize I made such an impression.”

“Millie, how can you not see that you’re always the highlight in any room?” He asks. “With such a unique personality and that beautiful smile, your eyes…you're impossible to forget or ignore.”

Millie looks up at him, face redder than usual. She thought she should say something to him, but Blitzø waved at her. “Blitzø gave the signal, there he is.” She says.

They smiled at each other, and the plan was back in motion. 

And their friendship was also restored and work became a lot more tolerable. 

~~~~~~~

It took Moxxie months to admit his feelings to Millie, but she knew he liked her, everyone did!

Blitzø made subtle remarks about them constantly, calling them ridiculous nicknames and telling them to get a room.

Even Loona made comments about them, more cynical remarks towards Moxxie about how Millie would never go out with someone like him.

It’s true she’s never dated someone like Moxxie, but there was just something about him that made her feel so genuine, so seen.

But Millie was already with someone else, someone who proved not to be worth her time, and she knew if she wanted to ask Moxxie out, she had to make the first move, and she needed to break up with Bradly.

She walked to the bus stop to head to her own apartment after a long conversation with Bradly. It was pouring outside, and she was soaked without a hood on her jacket. She honestly wasn't expecting rain.

“Millie?” She heard suddenly behind her.

She looks behind her and sees Moxxie holding a black umbrella.

“Oh…hey,  Mox.” She says, moving closer to get underneath said umbrella. “Thought you would have gone home with Blitzø and Loona.”

Moxxie shrugs. “I needed some time alone. It's been a long day.” 

“Oh. Should I give you some space?” Millie asks.

Moxxie shakes his head. He moved the umbrella over to Millie to protect her from the rain. “No, you’re okay.”

“Thanks.” She says. “So, why was today such a bad day for you? You've been off your game all day.” 

“It’s the anniversary of my mom dying.” He says. 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah…” he hands her the umbrella and sits down on the bench.

“Moxxie?” Millie asks, sitting next to him.

Moxxie sniffs pitifully. “She didn't send me any dimes.” He covers his eyes and drops his head in defeat.

“dimes?” She asks.

"You know how some people think the dead sends you messages?" Moxxie asks.

Millie nods. "Sure."

“Well, every year since her death, I've found as many dimes as my age every November 6th. But, this year, I couldn't find any.” He explains.

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.” Millie says.

Moxxie sighs. “She must be so disappointed in me!” He says. “She never wanted me to kill anyone…at least not for a living.”

“Sometimes you have to kill people.” She says. 

“I guess…” Moxxie says, crossing his arms, obviously not feeling any better.

“If this is how you feel, why did you become an assassin?” She asks.

Moxxie shrugs. “I'm good at it, the same people would die anyway…and everyone has to find a way to survive, working is part of that.”

Millie nods. “Yeah, I get it. I moved here to make a life for myself, but this is the best job I've been able to get. My parents think I'm a complete failure.” She says.

“I know how you feel.” Moxxie says.

The bus arrived and the two of them got on.

“How does your pa feel about your work?” Millie asks once they sat down.

Moxxie shrugs. “I don't know, he wanted me to work with him, but he hasn't been the same since mom died.”

Millie nods. “Ah, I see.”

“What does Bradly think of your work?” Moxxie asks.

“Screw what he thinks, he's a jackass.” Millie says. “A good for nothin shithead.”

Moxxie licks his lips. “You said it, I didn't.”

A few minutes pass with smaller talks of life and the world around them 

Millie learned about Moxxie's true passion for music and theater. 

He was so interesting, she loved that about him.

She talked about home and even shared some of her most treasured memories she had with them. 

He was a very good listener, and made her feel so special, so important. 

Moxxie didn't talk about his childhood much, but instead kept asking about hers. She naturally assumed he didn't have a lot of stories and just found her family entertaining.

“This is my stop.” Moxxie suddenly says, getting up to leave the bus.

“Moxxie wait! Your umbrella.” She holds the umbrella towards him.

Moxxie stops, but he doesn’t take it. “Keep it, I’ll be like Gene Kelly.”

“Who’s that?” Millie asks.

“You don’t know who Gene Kelly is? Singing in the rain? An American in Paris? Summer stock?” He asks, shocked.

She shrugs.

“Oh, Millie. I’m sorry but that needs to change. You have to see at least one of his movies.” He says.

Millie smiles. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, he’s an icon!” He says.

“Okay, I’ll watch one with you. But you have to watch Zombone killer X with me.” She says.

Moxxie smiles. “Alright, deal-“

Millie kisses his cheek. “Bring the movie, we’ll watch both on Friday at my place. Then we can…hang out.”

Moxxie took a step back. “Oh- um, but what about your boyfriend?”

“I broke up with him.” She says.

“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that.” Moxxie says.

“I’m not, I wasn’t in love with him or some shit, plus I have standards.” She scoffs. “I’ll see you Friday, Moxxie.” She says.

Moxxie smiles. “See you Friday.”

He got off the bus, then Millie went home.

That was the start of their new relationship. 

She felt she finally found her equal, someone she could truly love and trust…

But now… She wasn't so sure…

~~~Millie: present~~~

What is she missing? What is it that she can’t understand?

Why did he hide his past from her?

“I have to go.” She says to Trixx before hanging up the phone. 

She closed her eyes, she wished it wasn't true, she wished Moxxie never lied and that she could trust him again without questioning it. 

But she wishes more than anything that he could be here to explain himself…

Tears fell down her face.

She misses him so much. Where in hell is he?! 

~~~Moxxie:~~~

Moxxie started working with the mafia again, doing simple jobs like paperwork, gun cleaning and prepping, and occasionally supervising. 

He didn’t mind this type of work, he’s always been able to handle anything anyone threw at him, he’s honestly just thankful he wasn’t being forced to hurt anyone like he used to.

He used to be primarily in charge of inventory…but Crimson said he wasn’t ready for it yet.

It was oddly suspicious. What is it Moxxie couldn’t see? What was his father scared of him seeing?

It had to be something his father knew would upset him, something…

Or someone. 

“Dad?” Moxxie approached his father after they had returned to the mansion.

“What do you want, Mox?” Crimson asks, making himself a drink and sitting down after a long day of work.

“Why won't you just tell me what they're hauling?” Moxxie asks. “It’s not like I’ll tell anyone.”

“This again?” Crimson asks. “The answer is simple. It's none of your business.” Crimson says.

“Nothing you’ve been doing has made any sense. What is it that you want with me? Is there a purpose? Or are you just looking for control?” Moxxie asks. “If I’m going to be forced to be here, you could at least give me some sort of idea as to why-“

“Do you need to be little, Moxxie?” Crim asks him.

“What?” Moxxie asks, taking a step back.

Crimson sets the drink down and stands up. “You’re getting all worked up, you seem stressed. Maybe you need to relax.” He says.

“I don’t- I- no. I’m fine.” Moxxie answers, rubbing his arm anxiously.

“You sure? You had a long day.” Crim says, gripping his son’s chin.

“I don’t want to regress! Ever!” Moxxie says louder, hoping he’ll get the message. He moves away from his father’s grasp, almost falling backwards from his shaking form.

Crimson grabs Moxxie’s horn, causing him to whimper.  “What’s the matter, Mox? You used to beg me to let you regress. Remember?” 

Moxxie remembers a few incidents where he begged his father to let him regress… When it had been a while, Moxxie was at the brink of an emotional breakdown due to the constant headaches, emotional stress, and anxiety he was feeling throughout the week.

After he regressed, he’d suddenly feel a lot better, more relaxed and energetic by the end-

This was not always the case however, sometimes it would lead to  what people called: ‘impure regression’ which basically just means ‘baby isn’t happy.’

Of course Moxxie knows now that all regression is valid and pure, and having negative emotions or struggling with flashbacks or bad thoughts while in headspace, does not mean he’s wrong or ‘impure’. He  just has emotions, and that was  okay.

Usually, when emotions get out of control like this, people slip into their headspace involuntary; but, since Moxxie’s regression is always being controlled, he can’t just slip into headspace if he needs to- it just builds up over time. 

Which causes him unbearable emotional pain.

~~~Past~~~

His father was hosting a party after one of their big heists. Moxxie had helped a lot with this one, killed so many people, got them so much money, he didn’t leave his father’s side… and at the moment, his mind just wouldn’t listen to reason. It wanted to regress and nothing else could help him.

He tried to keep calm during the drinking and the talking, interacting, introductions, smiling, exc- but, he couldn’t take it anymore! His head hurt far too much!

Moxxie hid behind the staircase to try and calm himself down, he had to stay strong for his own sake. 

“He’s here, Crimson.” Alessio says, suddenly appearing in front of him.

Fucking snitch. Moxxie needed to be alone to calm down, why couldn't he see that?!

“What the fuck is going on with you?” Crimson asks his son once he got to him. “You’re supposed to be celebrating, kid.”

Moxxie took some deep breaths, tryingdesperatelynot to cry. “I’m sorry, Sir. I really am. I just- I can’t- I-“

“Spit it out, Mox.” His father spouts harshly. “You can’t what?”

“Please, sir. I can’t do this anymore, can I please just be little for just a little while, please?” Tears fall down Moxxie’s face, he couldn’t face his father as he asked, he just wanted to calm down, but he couldn’t! He panicked and he was stressed the hell out!

Crimson sighs. “For Satan's sake. That’s what you’re so upset about?” Crimson asks. “You want to regress?”

Moxxie nods. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to disappoint you. I just need a break. Please, Dad?”

“It’s that bad, huh?” Crimson asks softly, holding Moxxie’s shoulders.

Moxxie nods again. Tears continue to fall, Moxxie tries to dry them with his sleeve, but it won’t stop as his eyes are pleading with his father for a break. 

Crimson’s voice remains calm and surprisingly comforting. He rubs his arms gently. “Alright, alright. Calm down, Moxxie.” Crimson takes Moxxie’s chin. “Go upstairs, I’ll be up there in a minute to take care of you.”

Moxxie nods. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” He obeyed his father and went upstairs. He just wanted to feel better again. 

~~~

Moxxie waited in his room as Crimson told him to. He continued to try and stop himself from crying, afraid his father may see him as incapable or… ‘unruly’ as he has said in the past.

Crimson showed up and found Moxxie on the bed. .

Moxxie knew Crimson must have been disappointed, and Moxxie wouldn't blame him...he'd never hated himself more if he was honest.

“Mox?” Crimson asks.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Moxxie says. “I didn’t want to disappoint you. I just-“

Crimson shakes his head. “It’s fine, Moxxie. You worked hard today. You did good, kid.”

“You’re not mad?” Moxxie asks.

“Why would I be mad? It’s not like you can control it, your little dumb brain just wants to be turned off, that’s all.” Crimson says. “If this is what it takes to get your best, it’s fuckin’ worth it.” Crimson says.

Moxxie nods, he’s at least glad his father isn’t upset with him.

But, he hated being little, it was scary and he liked being in control of his own mind; but he couldn’t stand the repression symptoms anymore. It was too much!

Crimson looked him over and kissed his cheek. “Quiet time.”

~~~Present:~~~

Moxxie didn’t want to live like that, where things got so bad he had to be a child again in order to feel better.

That's why he printed out all those breathing exercises, sung to himself so oftem, and tried therapy! He needed to get better in a way that didn't involve regression.

Crimson had too much control… he couldn’t keep letting him have it.

He and Alessio think they can control him, but they can’t!

“Sir.” Alessio walked in, making Crimson release Moxxie's horn.

“What is it?” Crimson asks.

“He needs another shot before it completely wears off.” Alessio says, gesturing to Moxxie.

“What?” Moxxie asks. This would be the third time they gave him a shot…what was it for?

And why is he only now noticing the way Alessio and Crimson are looking at each other? It was the way Millie’s parents looked at each other...the same way Millie looked when she looked at him.

Moxxie's eyes widen. Were they…?

“The only question is, will Moxxie listen, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?” Crimson asks Moxxie condescendingly. 

Moxxie looks at Alessio, then at Crimson. “What is going on between you two?” He asks, ignoring Crimson's comment. 

“Excuse me?” his father asks.

“Are you two together? Is that why you took me? To make me part of this weird family you're building with him?!” Moxxie asks angerly.

Crimson slaps Moxxie across the face, causing him to hit his head on the floor. “You seriously need to start learning to mind your own fucking business!” Crimson says.

Alessio kneels on the floor next to him: “Quiet time, Moxxie.” he whispers.

~~~Little Moxxie, Alessio & Crimson: later~~~

No, no, pease!” Moxxie begs. “No shot!” Moxxie shouts at Alessio.

Alessio had taken Moxxie to their medical room to give him the shot, thinking it would be fairly simple, and he could give Crimson some time to calm down, but the little was fighting Al with everything he had, which was more than Alessio thought.

Moxxie hissed, scratched, and finally bit Alessio's hand.

“ow!" Alessio yelped. "Moxxie, you’ve been so good lately, why are you being such a brat?” Alessio asks, his voice was calm but his words were mean!

“I’ huwt! Don’ wan it!” Moxxie cries out. “Don’ nee’ it!” he panicked.

“Moxxie, I’m going to count to three, if you don’t comply and take your shot willingly, you will be in a time out. One…two…”

Moxxie backed up. “No!” He cries.

“Moxxie…” Alessio warns again. 

With the little saying nothing and still trying to get away, Alessio sighs. “Okay, that’s three-“

“What the hell is going on in here?” Crimson asks, swinging the door open violently.

“Moxxie is refusing to take his shot.” Alessio explains to him. "He's scratching, hissing, and biting."

“Moxxie, are you asking for a punishment?” Crimson asks harshly, crossing his arms.

Moxxie shakes his head quickly. “No…”

“Then be good and take your shot, now!” Crimson shouted.

Moxxie cries more, but he does as he’s told, he shakily gives Alessio his arm.

He hates shots! They hurt so much! He hates needles!

Alessio takes Moxxie’s arm for a second before pulling him forwards and pricking him in the neck instead.

Moxxie cries out, it hurts worse than he thought it would!

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” Crimson says. “Now, is there anything you want to say to Alessio?” He asks.

Moxxie crosses his arms, he doesn’t want to talk to Alessio, he betrayed him! He stuck a needle in his neck and didn’t say please or sorry. It wasn’t very nice at all!

“Fine, maybe you need a good long time out to think this over.” Crimson says, grabbing Moxxie’s wrist.

“No! M’sowy!” Moxxie says, breathing heavily.

“No, you don’t get to act like this, you know the rules of this house!” Crimson says. "You do not fight me and Alessio."

Moxxie cries, but reluctantly follows Crimson to one of the guest rooms.

Moxxie is shoved in the dark room violently and the door is slammed shut and locked.

“You are not to move until I come back, do not cross me!” His father warns.

Moxxie cries and hugs himself tightly, he looks around the room and it’s nothing but pitch black darkness…

And he’s all alone. 

He wanted his Daddy, or Alessio, or even Chaz to come get him and tell him everything was okay again…

But…

Something was wrong, and nothing would be okay again until he found out what was wrong.

What happened to him? Why was daddy and Al doing this to him?

The darker it got, the scareder Moxxie was... he felt like he couldn’t breathe! His head felt light and cold...

Like he was drowning!

He thought he heard something!

If he was in a better mindset, he may have thought it was the wind...

But, what if it wasn't? He didn't want to die!

He hated the dark!

He clawed at the door, screaming and begging for someone to let him out but to no avail.

He cried harder and harder untill he eventually passed out from it.

~~~That night, Quint and Moxxie:~~~

Quint knew he should probably stay out of this. 

Crimson would kill him if he found out what he was about to tell Moxxie.

And maybe if stu was still there, he'd care but he's lost all meaning in his life. 

Moxxie however has someone left to live for, still had a drive and purpose. 

And he needed to be reminded of why he can't give up.

Quint overheard Alessio and Crimson talking about how they had locked Moxxie up in his ‘new room’ for the night, so he knew where to find him.

He climbed into the window, all the furniture had white sheets over it, to hide what the two had in mind for Moxxie. 

He finds the little one fast asleep on the cold hard floor by the door. 

Quint took a deep breath as quietly as possible, almost changing his mind… but, he grabbed Moxxie and covered his mouth tightly to be sure he wouldn't make any noise. 

Little Moxxie screamed and cried, squirming as he tried to pry his boney hands off him.

Quint pulled out his phone and used type-to speech to say the phrase: “Wake up.” To make Moxxie snap out of it.

He drops Moxxie as he snaps out of it. “Wh- Quint? What’s wrong? What happened?” Moxxie asked. “Where am I?” He asks.

Quint gestures for Moxxie to be quiet, then he gestures for Moxxie to follow him.

Moxxie raises an eyebrow. “Okay…?” 

He follows Quint, who climbed out the window.

He had no idea where he was, but he decided to follow Quint despite not being sure if he trusted the shark…what did he have left to lose?

~~~~~~~

Quint led Moxxie through the yard, near where all the trucks were, passing where target practice was held.

They walked into one of the sheds, Quint picked up a clipboard that held a list of people's names, handing it to Moxxie to look over.

“Who are they?” Moxxie asks him.

Quint signs: “Littles they sold.”

Moxxie’s mouth hung open. “He’s trafficking littles?” Moxxie asks.

Quint nods, and points to the large trucks. ‘We take them from anonymous sellers and sell them to those who can't pass the background checks to adopt their own littles.’

 If Moxxie wasn’t so overwhelmed and shocked, he may have asked more questions. But, only one came to mind: “Why would you tell me this?” Moxxie asks.

Quint sighs, then answers: ‘You’re the one who cares about being good. I just thought you should know.’

Moxxie nods, feeling horrified that people could even do this. ‘Thank you.’ Moxxie signs. 

Maybe Quint was a better person than he thought...maybe he did care.

He needs to stop this somehow, needs to help these littles find a way out! He can't let this continue to happen!

Quint nods. ‘Let’s get you back.’ He signs, looking around nervouly.

“We can't! I-“ Moxxie tried to argue. 

‘Don’t make me regret telling you.’ Quint signs, face serious.

Moxxie nods, and follows Quint back to the room he was locked in.

They climbed back through the window and Quint got his phone out and moved it closer to Moxxie to record his voice.

“Wait- no.” Moxxie says, understanding what Quint was asking.

‘Can’t cause suspicion, you need to be little again.’ Quint signs.

Moxxie sighs in defeat and speaks into the phone: “quiet time.”

And it repeats, causing Moxxie to regress once again…

Chapter Text

~~~Loona:~~~

“Ugh! Why am I so completely useless?!” Loona shouts angrily, throwing a trashcan in the middle of the street.

“Loona, chill out, alright?” Gigi asks. Loona dragged her in front of M&M's apartment in hopes of catching Moxxie's scent. It's driving her crazy that she can't help find him.

“Just focus for a moment. What can you smell?” Gigi asks. Loona decided that she needed to keep trying to find Moxxie, no matter what and Esme was honestly starting to worry.

“I can smell everything else fine! Just…” She sighs. “Not him.” Loona hugs herself, unsure how to handle how she's feeling about this.

“Well. You're not broken because you can't smell one specific thing. It's easy enough to lose a scent.” Gigi says.

“You don't get it! I had to live with that scent for 3 years, I know it! Why can't I detect it?!” Loona shouts. She takes a deep breath,“My abilities are the only reason anyone has ever kept me around longer than a week! This is the reason they keep me around!” She pointed at her nose. “If I can't do this…”

“Loon-”

“If I can't do this, what use am I to them?” She asks.

Gigi takes Loona's hand and sits down on a nearby bench. “Come on, Loon. Your dad loves you. Do you honestly think he adopted you just so you can work for him?” She asks.

“Why else would he?” She asks. “That's what hellhounds are for!”

“Well, he could have chosen any hellhound there, but he picked you despite what everyone said. Whatever the reason, he has loved and cared about you, even when you don't always listen or do what hellhounds are ‘supposed’ to do. I don't think that will change…and if it does. You still have me.” She says.

Loona nods, honestly without Blitzø she wouldn't even have Gigi…who knows where she would have ended up.

“Loona, your value isn't defined by your species or classification. It's who you are that matters. It'll be okay.” Gigi says. “You will find him. And it's not your fault you haven't yet, understand me?”

Loona nods and wipes away a tear. “Yeah.”

“I know it's hard. But it's really not your fault, everything's gonna be okay.” She says.

Loona nods and hugs Gigi. “Thanks, Gi. I needed to hear that.”

Gigi smiles and pets Loona’s hair. “Of course, L. I love you.”

Loona smiles. “I love you too.”

~~~Later:~~~

Loona decided if she can’t help track Moxxie with her nose, she could help Blitzø with whatever he was working on.

“Dad?” Loona asks, walking into his office.

“Not now, loonie. I'm very busy with trying to find Moxxie.”

“Yeah…I can see that. Do you want me to get you a drink? Or something to eat?” She asks. “You've been working non stop and…you don’t look…so good.”

Blitzø shakes his head. “I'm fine.”

“But maybe-”

“Loonie, I said I'm fine.” Blitzø says. “Please just-” Blitzø sighs. “Just let me work, okay?”

Loona has never seen Blitzø like this before, it was almost terrifying.

“Yeah…okay.” She says, closing the door behind her since she didn't know what else to do.

God, was she useless.

~~~Millie:~~~

It was getting late…

Millie has been trying non-stop to get a hold of Blitzø to figure out what the hell was going on!

The only one who answered was Loona, who had no idea and only said Blitzø was ‘busy’.

She needed a plan, a lead, she needed something! She's sick of being kept in the dark!

She decided it best to get some rest and then head to pride tomorrow morning…she supposed it was better that way, though she doubts she'll actually sleep.

Why did she ever leave him alone?

She headed to her parents' place for the night, she doesn't feel up to killing Blitzø yet.

~~~~~~~

Millie told her family about Moxxie at dinner, about the Mafia and his family in wrath. She's not sure why she felt the need to, it just sorta slipped out.

“Moxxie? In the mafia?” Buck asks.

“That checks.” Owen says.
“I knew there was somethin about him. I never really liked him anyway, he relies on you way too much.” Lynn says.

“We did tell you he wasn’t cut out for this family.” Jo says. “Claims to be a wrathian but he can’t even wrestle a hellhog.”

“What are you talking about?” Millie asks. “This changes nothin. I'm sure Crimson has him somewhere and I'm going to find him and bring him back home!”

“Millie, you shouldn't stay with someone if they're lying to you.” Lynn says.

“Your mother's right, pumpkin. There are plenty of great guys and girls who live around here who-”
Millie’s hands slam on the table. “How fucking dare you! This family would be so fucking lucky to have him if they’d just give him a damn chance! Moxxie is my husband, I chose him! And last time I checked, I don’t need your permission to do that, and he doesn’t need your approval either! I don’t care if you like him or not, I don't care what he did or who his parents are! He's part of this family! The reality is: I’d trade a lifetime with all of you for one moment with him!” Millie says. “If you can’t accept him for who he is, I can’t accept you for who you are.”

Millie ran out of the house and slammed the door.

“Millie wait!” Owen shouts as he and the other brothers runs after Millie.

Sallie Mae was about to follow, but she turned to her parents. “That's why Millie never visits by the way. I hope yer proud of yourselves.” She says, walking out.

The brothers and Sallie Mae follow Millie who was leaning against one of the fences.

“Millie, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” Buck asks her.

Millie whines away a tear. “M’fine.”

“Are you crying?” Dale asks.

“Shut up.” Owen says to him. “Mil?”

“I just don't know what to do.” Millie says.

“It'll be okay. You'll find him.” Buck says.

“Yeah, you're great at finding things.” Dale says.

Millie ignores dale and keeps talking. “I have a feelin’ his good for nothin father has him, but I can't prove it.” She says.

“Sounds right.” Sallie Mae says. “I don't think Moxxie would just leave without good reason. He's weak as hell, but not a coward.”

“How could he not tell me about what happened to him?” Millie asks. “I've always been there for Moxxie! He should have trusted me!”

“Maybe he wanted to protect you?” Owen suggests. “What you know can't hurt you, right?”

“Maybe…” Millie sighs.

“Look, forget Ma and Pa. I'll drive you home tonight.” Sallie says.

“Seriously?”

“Of course, I haven't read the rulebook but, pretty sure that's what sisters are for.”

“Thanks.” Millie says. Maybe Sallie wasn't so bad after all? Maybe she was wrong about her?

“It's just what I do, being the more well adjusted of the sisters.” Sallie says with an annoying smile.

Millie rolls her eyes. So much for sisterhood she guessed.

~~~Moxxie:~~~

Moxxie couldn’t stand the dark, he hated it! He felt like something happened, like someone got into the room in the middle of the night..and then grabbed him!…then suddenly disappeared.

Like the grim reaper or the boogie man!

The boogie man wasn't real, right?

No, that's crazy.

But, what if the mysterious figure came back? What if they grabbed him again and this time took him someplace awful?

What if they took him to the lake…like Crimson had?!

He couldn't sleep…he had to stay up in case they came back…

So…he stayed up…

All night…

He had to-

He drifted to sleep a few times throughout the night, but every time he noticed, he jolted awake and tried to force himself to stay up as much as possible until the sun came up again.

He recalls a story his daddy told him, it was about the krampus who would collect kids like him and punish them for being bad…

But that was only on sinmas, right?

~~~~~~

Hours later, after the sun was up and the boogeyman was nowhere in sight, the door unlocks and a figure steps inside the room.

Moxxie stands up. “Daddy!” Moxxie wiped away some tears from his puffy red eyes. He reaches for his father desperately, he needs some comfort after such a long night.

Crimson walked in with Alessio. The older Imp raises an eyebrow at the younger rather than giving him the affection he was asking for. “Have you learned your lesson, Mox?” Crimson asks.

Moxxie nods shakily and desperately. “m’sorry, daddy.”

“Say your sorry to Alessio, not me. He's the one you bit.” Crimson says.

“M'sowy, Al.” He says.

“It's alright, little one.” Alessio says, hugging Moxxie finally. “Just don't do it again.” He pets his head.

Moxxie nods. “I promise.” He says.

“Alright, we need to talk to big Moxxie now.” Crimson says.

Moxxie wanted more hugs, he wanted to cuddle and be comforted some more…but if that's what Sir wanted, he had to. “Okay, daddy.” Moxxie says.

Crimson kisses Moxxie's cheek. “Good boy.”

“Wake up, Moxxie.” Alessio says.

Moxxie flinches, feeling dizzy and disconnected suddenly, like last night, he wasn't sure which room he was in…it was very dark and not a room Crimson usually locked him in.

“Moxxie, we need to talk.” He says. “I think it's time you know why you're here.”

Crimson unlocks the plastic case around the light switch then turns on the lights.

Moxxie cowers at first, his eyes were far too sensitive from being in the dark for so long, it took a bit for his eyes to adjust.

He blinks rapidly until his vision is clear, and then he sees it…

It was a nursery…?

There was a crib, a changing table, a little kids book shelf…

He can feel the child inside of him flutter somehow.

Why did Crimson do this?

A hand is placed on Moxxie’s shoulder which causes him to jerk away. “We aren’t ashamed of who you are, Moxxie. We care about you, we want you.” Crimson says.

“W-we?” Moxxie asks.

“Alessio and I, we want you, we love you, Moxxie.” Crimson explains. He emphasizes his point by placing both hands on Moxxie’s shoulders. “We can finally have the family we always wanted.”

Moxxie takes a step back. “Sir, I don’t understand.” Moxxie says.

“As you suspected, Alessio and I are together. We were talking about you and how much we missed you. How much time we lost, all the years we wasted.” Crimson continues, holding Moxxie’s chin. “But, we decided it wasn't too late, we could be a family, the three of us, makeup for all those lost years we could have been spending with you.” Crimson then moved his hand and gently stroke Moxxie's hair.

Moxxie backs away as far as he can before hitting the side of the crib. “I have a family, Sir. I have a wife, and friends. I can’t just leave them to-”

“Moxxie, they don't care about you! Don't you think if they did, they would have been here by now?” Crimson asks.

Moxxie had no answer.

“We love you, Moxxie. We want you here.”

Moxxie looked up at Crimson…

He can't remember the last time Crimson had ever said that.

Could his father really love him?

‘Let this be a lesson, Moxxie. This is what happens when you cross me…’

No…

He couldn't.

And even if he did, Moxxie can't just ignore what Crimson was doing…what he always did! Not even to get the one thing he always wanted.

Moxxie pushes Crimson away. “No! You think I don't know what you've been doing? The suspicious trucks, the secrecy, you're trafficking littles, aren't you?” He asks. He can't let them figure out how he knows, but he doesn’t care what they do to him, he's going to help those littles if he can! And he was not going to fall for his father’s tricks anymore!

Crimson glares at Moxxie. “So, you're not stupid…so what?” Crimson asks.

“Why would I ever be part of a family where they'd treat people like that?! You missed your chance to be my father years ago!” He says.

“Sounds to me he needs a little more time to think about it.” Crimson says.

Alessio nods and the two of them begin to leave.

“No!” Moxxie shouts.

Crimson turns back to him. “You will be staying here whether you like it or not, Moxxie! We will do whatever we have to, even if that means keeping you little for the rest of your life.” He slams the door, leaving Moxxie stuck in the nursery for who knows how much longer.

Moxxie's breathing increases, he runs over to the window to try and open it, but to no avail.

He tried opening the door, but it did nothing…

He pushes his back against the door and curls up on the floor…

Was he never going to escape this hell? Will he ever see Millie again?

For a moment Moxxie considered begging, but that's what Crimson would want.

He couldn't play their game anymore…

He had to get home, had to find Millie.

Oh…Millie.

Chapter Text

a thousand years

~~~Stolas~~~

Stolas got a phone call at 11:00 pm.

Usually he'd be skeptical about it, normally he'd ignore it, especially when it's an unknown caller. But since becoming Blitzø's caregiver he has learned that he should always be expecting the unexpected from him.

“Hello?” He answers, expecting it to be Blitzø saying that he has slipped or got into some trouble.

But surprisingly he heard a female's voice: “Stolas?”

“Loona? What’s going on?” Stolas asks. “Is everything alright?” His voice is panicky and he's already standing up and getting dressed, expecting Loona to tell him Blitzø was in trouble, or she was in trouble and needed him to come get her, or-

“Relax, birdbrain. Everything is fine…kinda.” She says.

“Hm.” Stolas scoffs. She's definitely Blitzø's daughter.

“It's just that-” She sighs. “Blitzø is so fixated on finding Moxxie, he hasn’t been eating or sleeping like he should…I’m honestly starting to…worry about him. But, I don't know what to do.” Loona panics. “He won't listen to me, and he's driving himself crazy!”

“Oh dear.” Stolas says. “That is concerning.”

“Do you think you could talk to him? I was hoping maybe he'd listen to you, you being his…caregiver and all. I tried, but he just won’t listen to me, or let me help at all!” She says, sounding more angry than anything.

“Okay, Loona. I can't promise anything but I’ll certainly do what I can.” He says to her. “Where is he?”

“He’s in his office at I.M.P.” She suddenly sounds very sad, possibly crying. “I don't know if we'll be able to find Moxxie…and I don't want to lose Blitzø in the process.”

Stolas's tone changed to mildly concerned about Blitzø, to down right frustrated with his antics. His daughter is worried sick about him, and it seems he doesn't care at all! “I will take care of it, I promise.” Stolas says, practically retracting his earlier statement about only trying. “It'll be okay.”

“Yeah…okay. Thanks.” Loona hangs up fast.

Stolas frowns…imagining if that were his own daughter…

Why didn't Blitzø just ask him for help? That idiot! He's offered to help time and time again! If he just accepted it, they wouldn't be in this mess!

Well, he's going to have to go down there and be stern with Blitzø, let him know how serious this situation was.

He opens a portal to IMP and steps through it.

~~~Stolas and Blitzø:~~~

Blitzø was hard at work when Stolas walked in through a portal to his office.

He looked as if he hadn't slept in days, just as Loona said, he looked like he was driving himself insane by the way he kept looking through everything so fast. “Blitzy?”

“Stolas? What the fuck are you doing here?” Blitzø asks.

“Just checking in, darling. What are you doing?” Stolas asks gently

“What am I- what the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” He asks. “I'm working on finding Moxxie! Is there any way to remove any scent from Imps?” Blitzø asks. “And maybe…make them invisible and unable to speak or breathe loudly?”

Stolas doesn’t answer that. “Darling, I know you want to find him, but don’t you think this can wait till morning?” He asks.

Blitzø shakes his head. “No…nonononono, I gotta find him now! Someone has him, and they’re gonna fucking pay when Millie and I get our hands on ‘um! Heads will be rolling!” He shouts. “Cash thinks he can take everything away from me? He thinks he can get in MY head and control ME again? I think fucking NOT!” He shouts.

Stolas tilts his head. Cash? Why did that name sound so familiar?

“Blitzø…when was the last time you got some sleep?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø thinks about it. “I don’t know, I passed out sometime yesterday or…what day is it?” He asks.

“It’s Thursday.” Stolas says.

“So…uhm.” Blitzø took quite a while to think about it, then he looks back down at his papers, before looking back up at the owl. “Yeah, that was yesterday. I passed out yesterday for a few hours. I think.”

“That's not good enough! You need a solid eight hours of sleep at night.” Stolas says.

“No, I need to find Moxxie.” He argues. “Sleep can suck my-”

“Blitzø!” Stolas scolds. “Language.”

“I WILL NOT LOSE ANOTHER FRIEND, STOLAS!” Blitzø shouts.

Stolas frowns. “Dearest-”

“I'm fine.” Blitzø says, his breathing was unsteady and tears were falling down his face.

“You're certainly not fine! You need to sleep!” He says sternly. But, then his tone changes to a calmer register once again as he takes Blitzø's hands. “I know you're worried about Moxxie, but you neglecting your own needs isn't helping anyone.” Stolas says.

Blitzø doesn't acknowledge what Stolas says, he knows Stolas is right, but he chooses to look back at his work again to ignore him.

Stolas sighs. “Blitzø…” he was about to touch Blitzø’s hand to comfort him, but the Imp hisses viciously at Stolas.

Well, he hisses more like a small cat than anything really terrifying, but Stolas still moved his hand away, afraid he might get bitten again.

“Blitzø!” He warns sharply.

Blitzø hisses and growls at Stolas again.

“Alright, enough is enough, Blitzy. We’re going home, and you’re going to get some sleep.” Stolas says firmly.

“Noooo!” Blitzø whines. “I have to figure out where Moxxie is, how else are we supposed to find him? How can I find him while I’m asleep? Stupid bird! That’s not how rescuing works!” Blitzø argues.

“Blitzø, it’s bedtime.” Stolas says firmly, picking up the imp, not caring anymore if Blitzø bites him. “You need to get some sleep.”

“Stolas! I’m not a child!” Blitzø says, grabbing onto practically anything in his office to stop Stolas. His desk, the plant, with none of that working, his best bet was the doorjamb. He grips the doorjamb tightly, not willing to let go.

“Really? Because you sure are acting like one.” Stolas scolds.

“I’m not, okay? I’ll get some sleep!” he says.

Stolas raises an eyebrow at him.

“After we find Moxxie.” He says.

Stolas sighs. “Blitzø, in your rules it specifically states that when it’s bedtime, you need to go to bed and you are not to fight me on it.” Stolas says, holding the imp with one arm to try and pry Blitzø's claws off the door.

“I am not fucking little right now!” Blitzø argues.

Stolas grunts, Blitzø is much stronger than he seems. “It still applies because you agreed to it. Besides, if you really are an adult, you should understand how important sleep is to brain activity.” Stolas wraps his arms around Blitzø's torso to get a good hold on him.

“Well, jokes on you, bitch. I don’t need brain activity!” Blitzø says, still struggling with Stolas. “I’ve been going without it for years!”

“Blitzø!” Stolas gets closer to the imps' claws and finally pries them off the door frame, then he grabs both hands in his free hand. “You’re getting some sleep, I don’t care if you’re little or not.” He says firmly.

“No!” Blitzø shouts, biting Stolas hard, making the owl release him as he yelps in pain.

“Blitzy!” Stolas scolds harshly, holding onto his wrist and wincing. How can his bites possibly hurt this much?! He's tiny!

Blitzø ran back into the office and hid under the desk.

Stolas sighs, ignoring his wrist at the moment to try again. “Blitzø…please?” he asks, crawling over to the desk to patiently wait for the Imp to come out.

Blitzø whines. “No tired, Stowes.”

Stolas raises an eyebrow. He’s slipped. “Hm. Are you quite sure I don’t have an adorable little imp on my hands?” Stolas asks him.

“No…” Blitzø mumbles.

Stolas reaches under the desk and picks up the imp with no trouble this time. “Blitzy…it’s not good to lie, darling.” Stolas says.

“Bu’ ne’ a’ fine’ Mossie.” Blitzø says sadly.

“Sorry, gremlin. But, that work is for big kids only. You’re far too little for that now.” Stolas says.

“No…”Blitzø sarts to sob, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted from the day's events. “No, ‘ittle!”

“Shhh…it’s alright.” Stolas reassures. “It’s okay to be little, darling.” He says.

“Nee’ a’ fine’ Mossie.” Blitzø whines. “No ‘ittle.”

“Moxxie is a strong little Imp, he’ll be alright. But, you’ll be no help to him if you don’t let yourself get some sleep. You’ll be too tired to help him.” Stolas says. He opens a portal right to Blitzø’s nursery at Stolas's palace and walks in.

Blitzø is still crying into Stolas’s shoulder, muttering a series of ‘no’s and incoherent sentiments. “Darling, it will be okay. I promise.” Stolas says. “Just relax.”

Blitzø whines. “Mossie…”

“You’ll find him tomorrow.” Stolas says. “I’m sure of it.”

Stolas sets Blitzø on the changing table and gently starts to undress him, he had to work fast, Blitzø was already practically asleep.

“‘Omowow?” Blitzø asks, trying desperately to stay awake by blinking rapidly.

“Yes, tomorrow. When you are big again and well rested.” Stolas says, he gets out the diaper changing supplies and starts to put the diaper on him.

“I a’ putet’ Mossie doe!” Blitzø argues, kicking his hooves.

“Settle down, Blitzy.” Stolas scolds gently, taping up the diaper and grabbing one of his onesies. “I know you want to protect him, you’re a very good friend.” He places the onesie over the Imp’s head. “But, you can’t help him if you don’t help yourself first. Do you understand?” He asks as he helps guide Blitzø’s arms through the sleeves.

Blitzø whines, then starts crying again.

Stolas holds him close to comfort him, rocking him back and forth.

Blitzø cries into Stolas’s shoulder, he just wants Moxxie to be home again! He missed Moxxie, he misses his friend!

“I know, it’s okay.” Stolas says.

“Mossie…” Blitzø whines, trying to get Stolas to understand.

“I know, Blitzy. I know.” Stolas rubs circles on the little’s back to try and soothe him. “I'm sorry, darling.”

And he meant it too…

He hated that he had to do this, he knows Blitzø was struggling right now. But, he couldn't stand back and let Blitzø hurt himself.

He and Blitzø can talk about this tomorrow, and perhaps Stolas can help him find Moxxie.

His attempts to comfort Blitzø starts to work as Blitzø is settling down, but the little one’s still tearing up and sniffling softly.

Stolas starts singing to Blitzø, swaying gently side to side. “Heart beats fast, colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid…to…fall? But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow…”

Blitzø wipes away his tears, and he hugs Stolas closer.

“One…step…closer…”

Blitzø lets his eyelids fall at last, relaxing, and listening to Stolas’s song.

“I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years.”

Stolas sets the sleeping Blitzø in his crib, finally able to snap the buttons of his onesie now that the imp was calm. “I'll love you for a thousand more.”

He tucks his little one in tightly, then pets his head softly, and he whispers to him: “Goodnight, Blitzy.” Then he lastly kisses his head.

~~~Loona~~~

‘Time stands still, beauty in all she is- I will be brave, I will not let anything take away what's standing in front of me.’

Tex: haven’t heard from you in a few days, everything okay?

Loona smiles at seeing the text… she finally had real friends to talk to, friends who cared about her… it was great but, Also sorta terrifying at the same time.

Loona: Yeah, I’m fine. I guess.

Tex: What’s going on?

Loona: One of my co-workers is missing, so I’ve been trying to help find him.

Tex: Damn. That’s rough.

Loona: Yeah, it is. Everyone is doing what they can, barely sleeping, getting up early… I think we’re almost out of ideas.

Tex: You seem to really care if you’re working overtime to find him.

Loona: I mean, I guess… Normally I hate his guts, he’s like family, except I want nothing to do with him, hate everything about him… but, I can’t stand the fact that he’s not here and might be hurt. I do kinda miss him too.

Tex: Sounds like family to me. Can you not track his scent?

Loona: No. Actually, I’ve been entirely useless in helping find him. And it’s not from a lack of trying either, I feel so worthless.

Tex: Loona, you can’t help it if there’s no scent. Trust me, it’s not your fault.

Loona: Thanks…

Tex: I’m sorry he’s missing. I can ask Bee for help, maybe she can get more people involved, it could help?

‘Every breath, every hour has come to this.’

Loona: Thanks, but, I think it would hurt him more than anything. I’d rather this stay between us.

Tex: I understand, I’m here for you if you want to talk about it more.

Loona: That would be great.

Loona held the phone close to her chest, hanging onto this moment…

Esme was right, she needed to get over him but-

How could she when he was too perfect?

‘One step closer.’

~~~Millie~~~

‘I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years.’

As upset as she was that Moxxie didn't tell her about his past, she understood why…

He wanted to protect her, and didn't want to be associated with his past. It made sense, and it didn't change anything between them. Besides, it's not like he hid something important from her. He trusted her…right?

Her and Sallie Mae were very quiet on the drive back to pride. By the time they made it back to Millie’s apartment, it was far too late to kill Blitzø. They’d have to do it tomorrow.

“Want a drink?” Millie asks Sallie.

“Like you had to ask?” Sallie Mae immediately got out of the car to join Millie inside.

The two girls sit at the table with two glasses and a bottle of wine.

“I guess I shouldn't have expected differently from our parents.” Millie says, pouring her and Sallie Mae each a glass. “I guess I just always hope that they'll change, give him a fair chance.”

“Look, Ma and Pa will never accept Moxxie. You knew this when you married him.” Sallie Mae says, drinking down the whole glass of wine.

Millie nods. “Yeah, that's true.”

“If you didn't care then, you shouldn't now. Their opinions don't mean shit.” Sallie says, pouring another glass. “I mean, they liked all your other boyfriends and look how they all turned out.”

Millie nods.

“You're right.”

“Of course I am, I'm always right. You and Moxxie are perfect for each other. He has serious attachment issues and you're an attention whore.” Sallie rolls her eyes.

Ignoring her sister now, Millie starts to think about Moxxie again…

Her beautiful, wonderful husband.

He really was the only one for her. And damn did she miss him so much!

She wanted nothing more than to run to him and kiss him again.

She hopes she can…wherever he is. She just hopes he's okay and unharmed.

‘I'll love you for a thousand more.’

~~~Past:~~~

Moxxie has always tried to make her parents like him, because he knew how much it meant to Millie that her parents approved of him.

So, when she left for a weekend to visit them, he felt it was a good time to both surprise Millie and show her parents what a good boyfriend he can truly be.

Moxxie walked up to the house holding a bouquet of beautiful hell flowers.

They were her favorites, colored orange and red.

Owen her brother had let him in and before he could ask where Millie was, he and Owen heard Jo and Lynn talking in the kitchen:

“He's not good enough for Millie, he'll never be.” Jo says.

“He is awfully frail, and not to mention how annoying he can be. He's got some serious issues.” Lynn says.

Moxxie told her about the fact that he overheard them, how he was about to leave.

“Moxxie, wait.” owen says.

“Don't tell Millie I was here. They're right, she-she deserves so much better.” Moxxie said to him.

Millie wasn't sure why Owen did it, but he marched up to Millie right after. “Hey, Mills? Your boyfriend is outside for you. You may want to hurry before ma and pa scare him off.”

Millie ran out there to catch up. “Moxxie!” She hugged him and kissed him firmly. “What are you doing here?” She asks.

“I-well- I was just going to give you these.” He said holding up the flowers.

She takes them, letting him go. “Oh, Mox. They're lovely.” She says. “You came all this way to give me flowers?” She asks.

“Yeah…I thought I'd surprise you.” He says.

“I appreciate that. And I needed it. My parents have been driving me crazy. Ever since they met you, you're all they ever talk about.” She scoffs. “Why can't they just accept the fact that I'm a grown woman who's capable of making her own decisions?” She asks.

Moxxie shrugs. “Parents are complicated.”

“I love you.” She says. “That's all that matters.”

Moxxie smiles. “Really?”

“Really.” She says, kissing him again, this time it lasted longer.

They made out for about a minute before Moxxie pulled her away gently.

“Moxxie?” She asks, confused. “What's wrong?”

“Let's get married.” Moxxie says.

“What?”

“Forget our families, forget all of them! We'll create our own. Just you and me.” He says. “We can get on that elevator and have the best wedding imaginable. Just us.” He says.

“But-” She thought about it…her parents would never accept Moxxie. Even if they asked, would they even come to a wedding?

They practically forbid her to pursue this… but they don't get to dictate her life!

Millie smiles and takes his hand. “Let's go.” She says.

~~Present:~~~

No one could ever be as good for Millie as Moxxie was…

Because she knew, no matter what happens…
They were gonna be okay.

No matter what has ever happened to them before, they have been.

Moxxie loves her and she loves Moxxie and that's all that has ever mattered.

She put the glass down. “We'd better get some sleep. The sooner we do, the sooner we'll find Moxxie.” She says to Sallie.

‘And all along I believed I would find you!
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years.’

She will do anything to make sure he's home and safe once again.

‘I'll love you for a thousand more!’

~~~Alessio:~~~

‘One step closer…’

“Sir, don't you think you were a bit harsh on Moxxie?” Alessio asks.

“He has to learn somehow!” Crimson says. “What else would you want me to do? I can't coddle him!”

‘He never could.’ Alessio thought. “What if you let me talk to him? Perhaps I could get him to see reason?” Alessio suggests.

“You want to try? Be my fucking guest!” Crimson says.

Alessio kisses Crimson's cheek. “Thank you, Crimson.”

Crimson blushes slightly, but brushes him off.

Alessio smirks to himself as he walks upstairs to the nursery. He loves to get Crimson all flustered.

~~~Alessio & Moxxie ~~~

‘I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more’

Alessio knocks before entering the dark nursery. The room was destroyed, clearly Moxxie was trying to find a way to get out…or he was legitimately losing his mind. “Moxxie?”

Moxxie was curled up in a corner. No no no! Not this again!

Alessio turned on the light as he walked in, closing the door behind him.

Moxxie couldn't even process what he was doing, he just lunged at Alessio, jumping on his back and biting and scratching him! He had enough of this! And he was going to do whatever he could to get out!

Alessio grunted in pain before hitting Moxxie against a wall, knocking the wind out of him. Moxxie fell to the floor and tried his hardest to breathe again.

Alessio sighs, he hates to hurt Moxxie, but he did what he had to… “Moxxie?”

“Hate…you.” Moxxie forced out while he was trying to regain his breath.

“Now, I know that's not true.” Alessio says, petting Moxxie’s hair. “Just relax. We only want to take care of you.”

Moxxie finally is able to breathe, he takes a few deep breaths before responding: “I don't need you to take care of me!” Moxxie growled. “I need you to leave me and every other little one alone!” He says. “Nothing you can do will ever change what you've done to me, what you've done to them! What you're doing is wrong, and I think you know that.” Moxxie says.

“If we let the other littles go, would you stay?” Alessio asks him.

“What?” Moxxie asks, becoming fearful.

“If we let the little ones go, and never sell another one. Would you willingly stay our little one permanently?” Alessio asks again.

Moxxie's eyes widened. “I…um.”

“It's a simple question, Moxxie.” Alessio says.

“I- would he actually do that?” Moxxie asks. “Would he let them go if I-” he can't finish the sentence, it was too terrible to think about.

“Possibly, especially if I asked him to.” Alessio says.

Moxxie thinks, if he can save the others- it might be worth it… besides, Blitzø and Millie could still save him…if they haven't given up already. “Can I think about it?” Moxxie asks.

Alessio nods. “Very well, you can decide tomorrow.” Alessio says, heading to the door.

“Can you leave the light on…please?” Moxxie asks, interrupting him.

“I'll do you one better.” Alessio says, he goes over to the dresser and pulls out a night light to plug in. He also sets the crib back on it's feet before he walks back over to Moxxie and Kisses his forehead. “Goodnight, bambino.” He says before leaving and locking the door behind him.

Moxxie exhales. “Thanks…”

Tears fall down Moxxie’s face… where were they?

Chapter Text

Stolas got up early the next morning to prepare some breakfast, he hoped it could possibly make up for what happened last night.

He hoped Blitzø wasn't too upset with him, hopefully he understood why Stolas needed to do this.

“Stolas!”

Nope. He supposed not.

Blitzø stomps into the kitchen, in his regular attire once again. “What the fuck?!”

“Blitzø! Good morning! Would you like some breakfast?” Stolas asks. He sets two plates of pancakes down on the table.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Blitzø asks. “I told you Moxxie is in danger, I said I needed to find him. And you took that as please take me home with you?”

“Blitzø, I am sorry, darling. I really am! But, Loona called me. She was worried about you.” Stolas says. “I couldn't just ignore her. She sounded like she was crying because she was so worried about your safety.”

“She did?” Blitzø asks. He felt a little guilty for worrying her, but he didn’t have a choice! Moxxie was in danger, he had to save him before it was too late!

“Yes. And I’m worried too.” Stolas says, taking Blitzø’s hand. “You pushed everyone away and tried to solve this on your own, why? What is going on?” He asks.

Blitzø sighs. “My-” He stops himself before he can continue. “I- I’m not getting you involved in this.” Blitzø says.

“Well, too bad! Get me involved, Blitzø! I’m asking you to!” Stolas says. “Please!”

“I can’t!”

“Blitzø-“

“No no no, you can’t, you can’t!”

“Blitzø-“

“I CAN’T LET YOU GET HURT TOO!” Blitzø shouts.

Stolas and Blitzø both go silent…

Taking a moment to calm down and let the words sink in…

Stolas points to one of the chairs at the table. “Sit.”

“Stolas, I can’t just-”

“Blitzø…please?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø sighs, then does so, reluctantly.

“Why won't you let me help you?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø shakes his head.

“Blitzø…what’s going on? Please talk to me.” Stolas asks, placing his hand on Blitzø's.

Blitzø inhales sharply, moving his hand away. “Moxxie’s disappearance is my fault…My father has him somewhere.”

“Your father?”

Blitzø nods. “Yeah.”

“Why does everything always come back to him?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø shrugs. “I don’t try to make it like that, believe me. He’s trying to take I.M.P from me as revenge for burning down his circus. He has a contract and everything. He’ll only give me Moxxie if I sign it.”

Stolas hums, cursing Cash under his breath.

“This is my fault, just like with Fizz and Barbie, I ruin the lives of everyone I care about.” Blitzø says.

“That's not true.” Stolas says. “You've done nothing but improve my life since we've become friends.”

Blitzø shakes his head. “It's only a matter of time, Stolas.” He says.

“If something happens to me, it won't be your fault. The fire was an accident and what your father chooses to do is not your fault, it's his.” Stolas says, taking Blitzø’s hands. “We'll figure this out together, being my friend means you won't be alone, my dear.”

Blitzø blushed slightly, but looked down so hopefully Stolas didn’t see it (he did). “So, if I hypothetically let you help, what would you suggest we do?” Blitzø asks. “We can't make him tell us, he hates me more than he values his life.”

Stolas thinks for a moment. “Well, one thing’s for certain. You are not signing that contract.”

“No shit.” Blitzø crosses his arms. “I don't know what I'm missing here, this doesn't seem like something Cash would do, he's never put so much effort into anything..” As hard as it was to admit, it was true, he was at a loss.

“May I see this contract?” Stolas asks.

“It’s back at IMP.” Blitzø says.

“Let's eat some breakfast, and I'll look it over.” Stolas says, sipping his tea all smugly.

Blitzø glares at Stolas. “Stolas, I'm not hungry.”

“Loona told me you haven't eaten in days. You're eating something.” Stolas says.

“Stolas, what are you doing?” Blitzø asks.

“I'm taking care of you, I'm your caregiver, it's my job.” Stolas says. “And if yesterday taught me anything it’s that I haven't been strict enough with you.”

“Stolas-”

“This is called the consequences of your actions. You worried me and Loona, and now I fuss over you.” Stolas smiles.

Blitzø groans. He doesn't have time for this shit!

“We're not leaving until you eat something.” Stolas says.

Blitzø sighs, then reluctantly starts eating.

He's not very hungry, but he knew Stolas was right.

He'd be no help to Moxxie if he wasn't taking care of himself.

~~~Moxxie:~~~

Moxxie was on the floor still, holding his legs close to his chest…

He was going crazy. He couldn't do this anymore. He's been in the same position for hours, not knowing what to do. Too afraid to move!

How long has he been in this room?

How long has he been trapped in this house?

He wasn't himself anymore, something was wrong! It was all wrong!

He just wants to go home…

Alessio suddenly walked into the room. “Your father wants to speak to you in the living room.” He says simply.

Moxxie’s chest suddenly throbbed with anxiety. “Why?” He asks.

Alessio doesn't answer, just walks away wordlessly.

Moxxie stood up, his breathing becoming quicker and his head getting lighter, but his legs forced him to move to the living room.

~~~Stolas & Blitzø:~~~

Stolas read through the contract carefully, pacing around the office.

“Well?” Blitzø asks.

“Checking the fine print here, it says if Cash dies, all of IMP goes to one…Crimson knolasname.” Stolas reads.

Blitzø takes the contract. “What?!” The writing was so miniscule, he's surprised even Stolas could read it, he couldn't even see it. “So, Crimson does have Moxxie?” He asks.

“It appears so, or at least he knows something about it. But, why the hell would your father make a deal like this anyway? Isn't Crimson dangerous?” Stolas asks.

“It’s Cash, okay? If someone offered him a thousand dollars to off himself, he probably would.” Blitzø exaggerates.

Stolas hums. “I could spare a thousand dollars.”

“We checked Crimson’s place already.” Blitzø explains. “Wait- what about that spell you use to spy on me?”

“Spy?” Stolas asks. “I never spy on you. What gave you such a silly idea, Blitzy?” Stolas laughs awkwardly to cover up the obvious lie.

Blitzø raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, fine. I may have a spell. But I would need something that I can use to connect to Moxxie. Usually, a lock of hair, blood, or even a piece of skin would work best. But, it may work if we have something that belongs to him that has a significant impact on his character.”

Blitzø nods. “I can get that. Out of curiosity, what did you use for me?” He asks.

Stolas blushes. “Uhh, well. You know how we…well I still had some of your DNA on me.”

Blitzø blinks. “You…you know what? Who am I to judge?” He says. “If you can use that to find Moxxie, we won't need to negotiate. Only blow some mother fuckers up.” He smiles.

Stolas leans in close to Blitzø. “Also, as it turns out, there is a way to remove scent from Imps, there is a substance called nonodorem. It's a purple or sometimes blue substance that is created with hellberries and other magical substances that is used by injecting it into someone's body to prevent them from being tracked. With Crimson having so much resources, it wouldn't surprise me if he was able to get his hands on some.”

Blitzø nodded. “I fucking knew it.”

“It's interesting, it wears off every 10 hours, so you'd have to keep injecting them every-”

“Stolas, I know you love research and reading and learning new things, but I really don't have time for it right now, okay?” Blitzø says, trying to sound as nice as possible.

“Oh right, sorry.” Stolas says. “So, where do we start?” He asks.

Blitzø was about to answer when there was suddenly a kick at the door.

The door broke and two Imps walked inside. “Blitzø, you are going to tell me what's going on, right now!” Millie shouts after destroying his beloved door for good. “I'm not playing games!”

(That door was nothing more than a pile of splinters now. Rip.)

“Millie…hi.” Blitzø says awkwardly, knowing how Millie is when she's angry.

“Hello, Millie, hello other imp.” Stolas says.

“Ooo, who's the fancy bird?” Sallie asks.

“I'm Stolas. Nice to meet you.” Stolas offers his hand.

“Sallie Mae.” She shakes his hand.

“I've been calling you and you've ignored every single fucking call! What is the matter with you!?” She asks.

“Millie, look I'm sorry okay? I should have been more honest with you from the beginning. Things just got- complicated.”

“He's my husband, Blitzø. I have a right to know these things.” Millie says.

Stolas and Sallie Mae were engaging in casual chit chat while Blitzø and Millie talked.

“You're the bird at the harvest moon festival!”

“Yes. And you play every year.” Stolas adds.

“That's right!” Sallie says.

“I know, I'm a dick.” Blitzø says. “I just couldn't let myself be responsible for another friend.”

“What do you mean?” Millie asks.

“It- it doesn't matter. Butz Stolas may have found Moxxie.” He says.

“I need more information than that.” She says. “Where the fuck is my husband?” she asks, her eyes promising harm if they don't comply.

“Let's just say Crimson planned a lot more than we thought.” Blitzø says. “We just need to confirm where Moxxie is exactly. Stolas?”

Stolas and Sallie Mae stopped talking as he looked over at Blitzø. “Yes?”

“How long will it take you to perform the spell?” Blitzø asks.

Stolas thinks. “Not too long, thirty minutes?” He suggests.

“Great, I got a plan.” Blitzø says. “Millie, we'll need to stop at your apartment.”

~~~Moxxie, Present:~~~

Moxxie walked downstairs until he saw Crimson. “S-sir?”

“You should have known I'd figure out where you got your information from regarding the littles.” Crimson says.

“What are you talking about?” Moxxie asks.

“Look who's hanging out next to yer buddy Chaz.” He smiles.

Moxxie looks over at the shark jaws that his father had plastered on the wall.

Next to ‘Chazwick Thurman’ was ‘Quint Corleone….’

Moxxie couldn’t breathe…“You…Quint?” Moxxie asks. “You killed him?!” He asks.

This couldn't be! No! Not Quint! No!

For a moment, he couldn't see anything in front of him…

Quint- he didn't deserve this!

“He got himself killed by going behind my back.” Crimson says. “He knew the consequences of crossing me.”

He did…and yet he risked that just to tell Moxxie about the littles-

It's all his fault…

~~~Past, Moxxie age 17:~~~

Rain was a wonderful thing. Moxxie loved it, he loved the smell, the moisture, the way it made the atmosphere so fresh. It was something he couldn't really describe.

He was sitting on the back porch of the mansion, marinating in the cool breeze when Quint decided to join him.

“Hey.”

Moxxie smiles at him. “Hey.”

“What's happening between you and Chaz?” Quint asks, not bothering with any sort of small talk. Quint doesn't believe in beating around the bush.

Moxxie rolls his eyes. Quint always had an opinion about everything, he always felt like his opinions mattered when they often didn't. “What's going on between you and Stu?” He asks back.

Quint rolls his eyes back.

“Hey, if you're going to ask me, I can ask you.” Moxxie says.

“Stu and I meet up, we hang out, we…” He doesn't continue his list. “It could never work out between us. I don't know how to be with anyone, not after…”

“What?”

“Do you know how I became a loan shark?” Quint asks.

Moxxie nods. “Yeah, you wanted to help your mother who was struggling financially.” He says.

“My boyfriend helped me get the job. He told me he'd do anything to take care of me, he told me everything was going to be okay…”

“But, then he became greedy. He stole money from Crimson and tried to escape, leaving me behind… Crimson almost killed me too, but I begged him like there was no tomorrow, promised him that I'd do anything if he spared me…and so he did. If I ever tried to escape, if I ever thought to betray Crimson…he promised me a special place on his wall.”

Moxxie felt a chill down his spine.

“That's why me and Stu can't be together, I can't trust anyone.” He explains. “When I look at you and Chaz…I can't help but see me as Jasper. I don't want you to make an ass of yourself and do what I did. Chaz is just like him, he seems nice but he's so selfish, he'll never choose your safety over his happiness.”

“You don't know him. Chaz is a great guy, he loves me.” Moxxie says. “Even if he was as selfish as you say…he's a lot better than you are, or…him.” Moxxie says. “I'm sick and tired of everyone telling me that I'm not capable, that I can't be with Chaz if I want, like I'm a child who can't make my own decisions, I can. And I will.”

Quint sighs, his eyebrows furrowing. “You're right, I don't know him. But, I know you. I don't want you to do something you'll regret!”

“You don't know me.” Moxxie says. “I'm fine, and I never asked for your input!”

“I'm only trying to protect you!” Quint defends.

“No, you're not. You're projecting on me to make up for your own fucked up life, you never cared about me!” Moxxie shouts.

Quint looks at Moxxie, almost looking hurt by the comment made, but he says nothing about it. Instead he takes a breather and he nods. “I hope you're right. I hope he's actually a decent guy and cares about you. I'm just saying, I don't see it.” Quint gets up and walks away, leaving Moxxie to his own thoughts.

~~~Present:~~~

Quint was right about Chaz…and right about Moxxie. But, Moxxie was wrong…wrong about everything. Especially Quint, and he-

He never told him that he was sorry. Despite everything Moxxie did, despite Millie killing Stu and ruining his life…Quint still sacrificed himself to make sure Moxxie knew what Crimson was doing…

He knew he'd be killed, but did it anyway. Why?

“How- how could you?” Moxxie asks.

“You're lucky it wasn't you. Honestly, I should have gotten rid of you a long time ago. You've never been grateful no matter how much I've tried to make this work, tried to understand you” Crimson sighs. “I should have killed you a long time ago.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Moxxie asks softly.

Crimson’s eyes widened, as well as Moxxies, he clearly didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“Excuse me?” Crimson asks.

Moxxie starts shaking, he couldn't believe he just said that!

“What did you fucking say to me?” Crimson asks.

“N-nothing, S-sir!” Moxxie stammered.

Crimson walked slowly towards Moxxie who was walking backwards until he hit the wall. “Oh no, you said something, I heard you!” Crimson says, grabbing the smaller imp by the collar and lifting him up. “Answer me, now.”

“I-“

“I’m waiting!” Crimson shouts.

“I-I asked…” Moxxie tried to speak while also trying to catch his breath.

“I am not a patient man, Mox. You should know that better than anyone.” He says.

“I asked: why didn’t you kill me then… Sir.” Moxxie answers.

Crimson threw Moxxie onto the hard floor once again. “You ungrateful bitch!”

Crim grabbed Moxxie by the collar again. “You really want to know why?” He asks, “I’ll fucking tell you why.” He dragged Moxxie all the way to his office and threw him inside.

Moxxie hits the ground hard, his breathing quickens as he regrets his choice of words.

This was it… he was done for!

Crim closed and locked the door while Moxxie crawled away from him.

“As you could probably tell, your mother and I weren’t exactly in love; Far from it actually. We got married purely for her family to be protected, and mine to have some financial gain. No matter how much I hated the idea of marriage, they forced us to do it anyway.”

Moxxie looks at Crimson, wondering what this had to do with anything.

“I didn’t want to marry your mom, but we needed the money, not to mention someone needed to take over the business after me… so we did what we had to do to get you. The more she and I were together, the more we resented each other, and the more she disrespected me.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Moxxie finally asks.

“No one has ever loved me, Mox.” His father admits. “Not my parents, not my wife. At least that's what I thought. Until your mother died… and you started regressing.”

Moxxie was shocked. “What?”

“You were just so small…so helpless. All you wanted was for your daddy to hug you and protect you.”

“Your mom kept you as far away from me as she could when she was alive, it was like I finally had the chance to really be your father. I was finally loved by someone, respected…wanted.” He added.

Moxxie was not expecting that to be the explanation…

“You-“

“Your mother always made me out to be the bad guy, and sure, I am far from a good person… but, raising you made me think I could be close.” Crimson admits. “No matter what you did, no matter how mad you made me… I could never kill you.”

Moxxie sighs. And yet here they were. His father was as far from good as he could possibly be.

“I should have been there more, should have been a better father…I just wanted you to be as strong as you could be. But, I did care…I do.” Crimson says. “I want to be here now.”

Moxxie couldn't stop the tears that were pouring down his face without permission. “Of course I wanted that…” he says. “I was a kid! All kids want is protection, love, and comfort, they just want you to be there! But, you never gave me that! I was in constant fear my entire life, and you act like I owe you sympathy and respect! And why? Because you didn't kill your own child? That makes you some sort of hero? I gave you your chance, I gave you every day of my life, I gave you my entire childhood and innocence in hopes you would change, that you would care about me. I did everything you ever asked of me so you'd love me, so you'd care…it's too late for that now!” Moxxie says. “You already broke me.”

“Look, I know I fucked up-”

“Did you kill her too?” Moxxie asks.

“What?” Crimson asks.

“Mom…did you?” Moxxie asks again.

Crimson sighs. “Mox-“

“Answer the fucking question!” Moxxie demands.

Crimson sighs. “She threatened to turn us in, she went against the oath! Therefore, I had no choice!”

“Right.” Moxxie scoffs. “No choice.”

“I didn’t! I kept her alive longer than I wanted to for your sake!” Crimson admits. “She left me with no choice!”

“You would have taken any excuse!” Moxxie shouted. “You took my mother because she cared about me, while you couldn't even care about me enough to let her!” Moxxie says.

“She made her choice!” Crimson shouted.

Moxxie backs up into the wall, wishing he were anywhere else right now, or dead. Anything was better than this.

Crimson looks down at Moxxie. “Now…you make yours.”

Moxxie hugged himself tightly.

“You can stay here with me and Alessio, we'll make things right, take care of you the way we should have. You'll get back to your rightful place in the organization,” he lifts Moxxie's chin. “Right next to me.” He says.

“Or…you can remain regressed for the rest of your life. Even if your friends come for you, who's to say they won't turn away once they find out what you really are?” Crimson says. “What little use you'd serve them. Do you really think they'd want to deal with such an ungrateful brat?”

Moxxie blinks away the tears left in his eyes…

Crimson’s right.

He served no purpose, he only messed everything up!

How many times did Moxxie get Millie and Blitzø in danger? How many times would they have been better without him?

And that was without regressing, without being such a huge burden on Millie…

“You know something kid?” Crim walks over to his desk and lights his cigar. “You and your little self? You ain’t so different.”

Moxxie looks at Crimson again.

“Always changing yourself so people would like you. You need everyone to like you all the time. That's why you never regressed, that's why you were working for that dumbass. It's why anyone has ever liked you.”

“Like your mother…”

~~~Past, Moxxie age 5:~~~

Moxxie was being dragged back inside the house by his mother harshly.

“Moxxie…” She says angrily as she lets go of him. “What have I told you about running off on your own?” She asks.

“M'sorry, mama.” He says.

“I know.” She says, a tear falls down her face. “Sometimes I- I just don't know what to do with you. You are too much like your father. Do you want to be like him?” She asks harshly..

Moxxie knew the right answer. “No.”

“Then you have to stop. There is an order to things, you need to learn to do as you're told without question.” She says. “Understand me?”

“Yes, Mama.” He said.

His mother holds him close. “I love you very much, Chip. I only want to protect you. You know that, right?”

“I know.” He says. “I love you too.”

~~~Present:~~~

“Chaz…”

~~~Past:~~~

“Come on, Moxxie. Why won't you just tell me what’s going on?” Chaz asks him. The two of them had snuck him out of the mansion so they could hang out just the two of them. It was really the only way to be together. “What's the big secret?”

“You'll make fun of me.” Moxxie says.

“I won't make fun of you.” Chaz says. “I already think so little of you,” he rolls his eyes sarcastically. “Nothing you say will make me think any less.” He says, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I'm…a…” Moxxie hesitates to say…he doesn't want to ruin such a good thing- the only good thing he has! His breathing increases, but he's trying to calm down so he can speak-

“Are you trying to tell me you're a little, Moxxie?” Chaz guesses.

Moxxie looked up at him. “You- you knew?”

“I…figured it was…something.” He says. “Your family is soooo secretive. Even for the Mafia.”

“Oh.” Moxxie doesn't know what to say.

“Also, I'm forty percent caregiver, So, I have a knack for these things.” Chaz shrugs.

Chaz looks at Moxxie closely, realizing that he's freaking out. “Hey, relax, babe. I don’t care. This doesn't change a thing.” Chaz says.

“R-really?” Moxxie asks.

“Of course not. You're my boyfriend. You really think I'd leave you over that?” He asks. “That hurts.”

“I'm sorry.” Moxxie says. “It's just hard to trust people with it, especially when my dad acts like it's some kind of disease.” He explains.

“You know, I wouldn't looking after you sometime…if you want.” Chaz says.

“I don't know, Chaz. I don't even know anything about my little self.” Moxxie says. “I'd rather keep it that way.”

“What? They've never told you about your little self?” Chaz asks.

Moxxie shakes his head. “Not really, no. And I don't ask either. What if I'm annoying or more trouble than I'm worth?”

“You're already annoying and more trouble than you're worth, babe.” Chaz says. “It makes no difference to me. Just let me in, come on. Don't you trust me?” Chaz asks.

Moxxie nods. “Of course I do.”

“Then let me in! What makes you regress?”

“I'm not like other littles, Chaz. I was hypnotized and there are words to activate my…little headspace.” He explains.

“Nice, that makes things easier.” Chaz says. “What are the words?”

Moxxie gulps. “Uhm- I- I don't know, Chaz. I-”

“Come on, Moxxie, what's the problem?” He asks.

Moxxie curls into himself. “I just don't think it's a good idea, Chaz.” He says.

“Relax.” Chaz says, ruffling his hair. “I won't hurt you. I'm your boyfriend, I want to take care of you.” He says.

“I just-”

“I guess you just don't really trust me then.” Chaz says.

“No, I do. I just-”

“If you can’t even trust me, why are we even together?” Chaz asks.

Moxxie's heart sinks…

He loves Chaz! He can't lose him! He can't!

Chaz was the only one who actually seemed to want him around…he couldn't lose that!

“I do trust you! I promise!” Moxxie says.

“Prove it then.” Chaz told him.

Moxxie nods. “Do you promise you won't use it unless I give you explicit permission?” He asks.

“I promise.” Chaz says.

“Okay.” Moxxie writes down the words and hands it to him.

Chaz smiles.

~~~Present:~~~

Chaz did not keep that promise…or any promise actually. He never could, and yet Moxxie always believed him when he said he would!

He never hurt Moxxie…at least he doesn't think so. He just didn't respect him…at all.

Until that day…where his boyfriend and potential caregiver betrayed him and left him in that awful prison…

He gave Chaz everything he had, there was very little left of him…

Quint was right about him.

But he wasn't Quint, he trusted again.

He had a family, he moved on…

But, maybe he shouldn't have…?

“Your boss, Blitzø…” Crimson continues to list.

~~~Past:~~~

“Thanks again for the help, Mox. Let me give you a lift home. My van should be around here somewhere.” Blitzø says.

They had just escaped prison with Blitzø's chaotic plan. He handled worse thought out plans before, but he was surprised by how easy they made it out despite Blitzø's ridiculous scheme.

“Ah, here it is. Hop in.” Blitzø instructed once they found the sketchy vehicle.

If Moxxie felt he had any future at all, he’d be more hesitant about entering a stranger who he met in jail’s van. But he did anyway. If he really was a terrible person, he'd have a better chance than at home.

“So, where do you live?” Blitzø asks.

“Well… I used to live here but- but-“ Moxxie starts breathing heavily.

“Woah, you good?” Blitzø asks him.

Tears pour down Moxxie’s face uncontrollably. He shakes his head. “I-I can’t go back, he’ll kill me.” He says. “But I have nowhere else to go…I don’t have any friends or family! I’m alone!” He says.

“Okay- okay, geez. Please, calm down.” Blitzø says. “Christ on a stick you’re giving me a headache!” He complains.

Moxxie calms down as best he can. “M’sorry.” He says. “This has been the worst day of my life…and it has a lot to be compared to.”

Blitzø thought for a moment…”Tell you what, I’ll take you home with me tonight, then we can figure out what to do with you tomorrow, kay? That sound fair to you?”

Moxxie was shocked, this guy was seriously going to help him? “Really?”

Blitzø groans. “Yes, really. Don’t get all sappy on me, alright? You’re just so pathetic I can’t allow you to wander the streets like a lost puppy.”

“Thank you, sir.” Moxxie says. “I really appreciate this!”

“You’d better.” Blitzø says. “I have a lot to explain to my daughter. She's not going to take this well.”

And she didn't.

~~~

Blitzø took him in…he took care of him. Of course he cared about what Blitzø thought…

Of course he wants to impress him! He hated disappointing Blitzø!

‘I'm hard on you because I know what you're capable of, Mox.’ He had said to him.

Blitzø was…he isn't always the nicest or the best person…but he never gave up on Moxxie, and as annoying as Blitzø can be, he was always there to help and defend him when he needed it.

They fought together. No matter what the situation.

Blitzø has always been there, even when he didn't want him to.

But…how long would that last? Would he stick around if he knew who Moxxie really was?

~~~Present:~~~

“Your beard…” Crim says. “Mildred.”

. . .

~~~Past:~~~

“My DVD player broke, do you have one at your place?” Millie asked him.

They had planned their very first date, they were supposed to go to Millie’s to watch singing in the rain and some zombie movie.

“My place? Uh- yeah. Sure. Let me just talk to Blitzø.” He says.

“Alright.”

Moxxie hung up the phone and braced himself .

“Um, sir?” Moxxie asks.

“What's up?”

“I was wondering if it would be okay if this Friday I could borrow the DVD player…and the apartment.” He says.

“Why? Got a date?” He asks.

“I have…a friend coming over.” Moxxie says.

“Who is it?”

“None of your business.” Moxxie says.

“It is if you want to use my DVD player.” Blitzø says. “And my whole apartment.”

Moxxie sighs. “It's…Millie.

“Fucking knew it! Loony, you owe me twenty dollars!”

“Fuck!” Loona curses.

“I'm so happy for ya, Mox. I knew there was something going on with you two.” Blitzø elbows him as a form of affection.

“She's only coming over to hang out. It's nothing serious.” Moxxie says.

“Oh sure.” Blitzø nods. “Just remember when you two get married, I get to be the best man.”

Moxxie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

~~~Days later:~~~

There was a knock at the door, so Moxxie and Blitzø raced to open it.

Moxxie won and opened the door. “Millie! Hi!” He says.

“I brought snacks!” Millie says. “To make up for the change of plans.”

“Now isn't that nice?” Blitzø asks. “She's a keeper.”

“Don't you have someplace better to be?” Moxxie asks him.

“Okay, hint taken, I'm leaving. Just want you to know, I'll be back at ten. Don't do anything I would do.

“Okay, Blitzø.” Moxxie rolls his eyes. “You can leave now.”

“Love ya, Mox. Use protection.” Blitzø teases before closing the door behind him.

Millie turns to Moxxie who laughs awkwardly. “I'm sorry about him.” Moxxie says.

“Oh, that's alright. I have an older brother too. It's cute that he cares so much about you.” Millie says.

“He's not my brother and he doesn't care, he's just an annoying asshole.”

Millie chuckles. “Could have fooled me.”

~~~~~~

As they watched the movies, they slowly moved closer together. They discussed both of them for hours, giving their critiques and opinions.

“Gene Kelly has a way of making me love a self centered asshole.” Millie says.

“I know right? He has no right being that adorable.” Moxxie says. “And don't get me started on Debbi Reynolds.”

Millie smiles. “Why not? I want to hear it.” She says.

Moxxie chuckles. “She's just…amazing. That's all.”

Millie nods. “I agree. They're all very talented. Personally I love the friend.”

“Donald o’ Conner. Very underrated. I could watch him dance until hell freezes over.” Moxxie says.

Millie smiled at him, and suddenly everything made sense.

Suddenly, Moxxie felt safe with someone, felt his opinions mattered, that he mattered. He wanted to keep Millie safe because of it, make her feel like she mattered.

He wanted her to feel the way she made him feel.

He wanted this feeling of being okay, of being secure to stay as long as possible…

For that to happen, he knew he couldn't tell her the truth…

Moxxie never regressed after leaving his father's house…he's never told anyone about it.

Not even Millie.

He just couldn't.

Even if he wanted to- which he really didn't. He couldn't. He couldn't put that on her, his little self had to be locked away for good for them to work! It had to!

But what would Millie have done if she knew about him? Would she have left…?

~~~Present:~~~

Would she have abandoned him and found someone else?

Would she have been ashamed?

Moxxie looked up at his father with determination. “No. No, not Millie! I love Millie, and she- she loves me! For who I am not for what I do!” He says.

“She loves you? No, she loves to control you, Mox. Can’t you see that? She likes telling you what to do and you just let her; that’s why she stays with you!” Crimson explains.

“That’s not true!” Moxxie says. “You don't know her!”

“No? Then why didn’t you tell her about your regression?” He asks. “Why didn’t you tell her about us?”

“I-“ Moxxie’s eyes tear up. “I just couldn't.”

“Was it because you were scared she wouldn’t like you if she knew your pathetic little secret? Were you scared she might’ve rejected you?” He asks. “Or maybe you were scared that she would use it against you.” Crimson suggests.

Moxxie’s tears fell faster, Millie loved him! She never would’ve used his regression the way his father did! She never would have hurt him!

She never would! She was everything.

The only reason to live.

Why did Moxxie think he could be happy…? Why did he think he deserved her?

He should have listened to his mom! He shouldn’t have dragged Millie into this!

He loved Millie so much, it hurt.

It always hurt!

And now that he can’t hurt in a way that made him feel alive, there was nothing left in him. He was lifeless and life was pointless.

He wasn’t strong enough for her.

He could never be worthy of her.

Her perfect glowing soul.

There was no one like her.

No one…

He wished he could have told her that more before everything fell apart…

At least one more time.

He was so sorry.

But he knew they couldn't stand a chance if he let his past hurt her…

Let his little self out.

He had to kill that part of him.

Kill the child that loved his father, who wanted to please his parents.

He had to kill the man who loved Chaz, the one who trusted those who hurt him…

He had to kill the weakest parts of him.

She didn't deserve that pressure, that weight and responsibility.

He had to lie! He had to!

“I’m the only one you can trust, Moxxie.” Crimson says, bringing the smaller imps attention back on him. “I’ve lost more from you than I’ve ever gained. I have nothing to gain from you, but I love you anyway. I know you better than any of them ever could. Do you understand that?” His father asked.

Moxxie froze…

He's never heard Crimson say that before…

“You…you love me?” Moxxie asks softly.

“Of course I do, kid.” Crimson says. “Come here.” He says, pulling his son close, setting him on his lap and holding him.

Moxxie accepts the hug, holding his father close despite the fact he knew what was coming…

He felt weak…like there was no point in fighting it anymore…

“Dad?”

“What?”

“If this is what you really want and you promise to let the other little’s go… I'll stay willingly.”

“Really?” Crimson asks.

“Yes, just-”

Crimson raises an eyebrow.

“Keep me little. I don’t want to fight it anymore, I'm done trying.” Moxxie says. “At least my little self can still believe in his heros. I can't believe in anyone.”

Crimson pet Moxxie’s hair gently.

“Quiet time.”

Chapter Text

~~~Past, Wedding day Millie:~~~

“The couple has agreed to say their own vows. Moxxie?” 

Millie smiles at her soon to be husband. 

As much as she wished her family could be here, it didn't seem to matter as long as she was with Moxxie. 

He was all that mattered at that moment. 

It was just the two of them. 

“Whoo! Yeah!” 

And, Blitzø who somehow found out they were eloping and followed them. 

Moxxie took out a piece of paper and smiled at her. “Millie, if you told my younger self that we'd be here now, I never would have believed you. I never thought I'd be worthy to stand next to you, let alone be yours. 

You have changed my life for the better, I was reborn when I met you. 

No matter what happens, I know we can do anything.

We are stronger than anything in this world, as long as we're together. 

Our fight, us against the world will never end.” 

I will kill for you until the day we die.” He promised her. 

~~~Present, M&M's place: Blitzø~~~

“The spell isn't working. I suppose the nonodorem affects the spell too.” Stolas says, sounding defeated. “I'm so sorry, Blitzø.” 

He tried the spell to see if he could track Moxxie, but it was no use. Even the possum’s beloved guitar couldn't help them out of this. 

“It's fine, we'll go back to Crimson's place and see if there's something we can do.” Blitzø says. “Just keep trying and keep your phone on you in case we need you.’

“You sure you don't want me to accompany you?” Stolas asks. 

“We'll be fine. Millie could take all those fuckers with one hand behind her back. Just stay here in case we need backup. Or a portal.” Blitzø says.

Stolas nods. “Alright. Be careful.” He tells him.

Blitzø nods, then turns to the others. “You all ready?” 

“Did you find him?” Millie asks. 

“No, the spell isn't working, but I'm not waiting anymore.” Blitzø says. 

Millie agrees. “Whether he's there or not, I'm killing all of them.” She says.

“Fair enough.” Blitzø says. Opening the door to the van for Millie and Sallie Mae. 

Loona started to get in too, not meeting Blitzø's eyes. 

“Loona, I-”

“I don't want to talk to you right now.” Loona says.

“Yeah…okay. Later then.” He waits for Loona to get in the van before closing the door and getting in himself. 

They're going to find Moxxie and then everything is going to be okay…

He wipes away a tear.

Everything had to be okay.

~~~Moxxie~~~

Something was wrong, something was wrong.

Something…

Was…

Wrong!

Moxxie stares down at his plate as Alessio sets a plastic plate of pancakes in front of him.

“Good morning, Moxxie.” Alessio says to him.

“Mm, hi.” Moxxie says. 

Something is wrong…something is really really wrong. 

“Moxxie?” Crimson asks.

Inside he was hurting…

And that was normal…

So, why did he feel so wrong?

He felt so…empty.

What happened?

His heart pounds in his chest, like he was in some type of danger. Like-

“Moxxie?” 

Moxxie looks up at his father. 

“Alessio made you breakfast, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Al.” He says. 

“Good boy.” Crimson tells him. 

Moxxie’s hands shook slightly as he reached to grab his fork. 

He wished his mother was here…

She would tell him what to do. 

“Hey, what's wrong, kid?” Crimson asks. 

Moxxie looks down at his plate. “I- something is wrong.” He says. 

“What do you mean?” Crimson asks. 

“I don't know…”

“Kid, you're not making any sense.” Crimson says, rolling his eyes. “What's wrong with you?”

Tears fell down Moxxie's face as he shook harder.

Something was wrong, how is no one else aware of that?!

How is he the only one to see it?

“Moxxie?” Alessio stands up. 

Crimson stops Alessio from comforting him however. “Moxxie, you're making no sense. You need to calm the fuck down and try again.” 

“What happened?” Moxxie asks.

“What happened when?” Crimson asks.

“Yesterday. Something happened…right?” Moxxie asks.

Crimson was about to say something when they all heard a pounding at the door which made Moxxie jump.

Crimson turns to one of the loan sharks, Flynn. “Take him upstairs.” He orders.

“Yes, Sir.” Flynn says, taking Moxxie's arm and pulling him upstairs to the nursery. 

~~~IMP:~~~

Alessio opens the door as the gang pushes past him.

“Crimson!” Millie shouts. 

Loona and Sallie stand behind Blitzø and Millie, prepared to back them up in case Crimson tries something.

Crimson walks into the room, cool and collected. “Mildred, Blitzø…others. What a surprise.” Crimson rolls his eyes. 

“Where’s Moxxie, Crimson?” Millie demanded to know.  

“We know you have him. My father let it slip after a very thorough investigation.” Blitzø says, as if he actually discussed it with him that much.

Millie looked at Blitzø for a moment.

His father? What the fuck did he have to do with anything? 

“Did he now?” Crimson asks. “Your father is quite the character.” He says.

“Of course you would think so.” Blitzø says.

“He just wants to be part of your life, Blitzø. What's wrong with that?”

“No, he wants to control my life, just like what you're doing to Moxxie. He had his chance to be part of my life, and you had yours.” Blitzø says. “There's no second chances for people who don't change…I should know.” Blitzø mumbles that last part, but Loona hears it.

“What do even you want with Moxxie?” Millie asks. “What could you possibly have to gain? 

“Haven't you made his life shitty enough?” Loona asks. 

Crimson rolls his eyes and starts to walk upstairs. He smiles sadistically at the group. “Tell you what, we'll let Moxxie decide what he wants.” Crim walks away for a moment, Blitzø and Millie stay where they are, weapons in hand in case he tries something. 

Crimson returns, holding Moxxie’s hand and he leads him partially down the stairs.

“Moxxie! Thank goodness you’re okay!” Millie shouted happily.

Moxxie flinched and moved closer to Crimson. He didn't like new people much, they always made him nervous. He gripped his father's hand tightly, hoping Crimson would keep him safe from them. 

Sallie Mae raises an eyebrow. “What the-?” 

“Mox, what are you doing?” Millie asks, she takes a step closer to him, but Moxxie just hides behind Crimson.

Blitzø glared daggers at the mob boss, He could tell Moxxie was little right now. What kind of monster would put a little in this position?! It was cruel and unusual!

“These people want to take you away from me. I told them you’re free to go if you want, do you want to go with them, Mox?” Crimson asks him.

Moxxie shakes his head.

“Verbal answer, Moxxie. Remember your manners.” He says.

“I don’ wanna go, please?” Moxxie asks, breathing heavily as tears fall down his face. “I don’ wan’ to! I so'ee I was ba’, pease, daddy.” His voice sounded younger as he became more stressed out.

“Moxxie, what is the matter with you?” Millie asks.

Blitzø sighs, it’s clear Moxxie doesn’t remember them at all. “Mills, he’s regressed; he doesn’t understand what’s going on.” He explains.

“He- what? But Moxxie isn’t a regressor!” She says.

Crimson chuckles. “No? Well, it looks to me like your husband really doesn’t trust you then.” He says. “He's always been a regressor.” 

Millie’s eyes widened. “Moxxie…?”

Blitzø glares deeper. “You let him go, or so fucking help me-!”

“I did let him, he doesn’t want to go.” Crimson says. “You can leave now.” 

“Oh yeah? I beg to differ. Moxxie, wake up!” Blitzø shouts, throwing Moxxie’s pistol at him.

Moxxie snaps out of it instantly, he catches the gun right before it hits him.

Wow, Blitzø was only hoping that would work…maybe he should read stuff more often.

Crimson shoots at Blitzø, but Millie throws herself in front of him and the bullet hits her shoulder. 

“Millie!” Moxxie instinctively shoots Crimson in the chest as soon as he sees Millie hurt. 

Crimson falls and rolls down the stairs.

“Ohh…shit.” Blitzø says. He was not expecting that. 

Sharks suddenly surround the gang. Blitzø, Moxxie, Sallie, and Loona are ready though, and start killing sharks left and right. 

Alessio turns to Crimson, wrapping up his wound while most of the other sharks keep I.M.P busy. 

Alessio sees red as he looks at Blitzø, and as the Imp notices, he runs the other way. 

Alessio decides that Crimson really is the more important issue at the moment, so he picks him up and takes him to their medical room to help with the wound. 

The other sharks can handle them…

Moxxie is suddenly filled with adrenaline, and all he sees is red as the sharks try to hurt the only family he's ever known!

Sallie Mae tends to Millie, while Loona and Moxxie handle the sharks. 

Neither one of them says anything to each other, during epic battles like this Blitzø, Millie, and Moxxie would engage in some type of conversation, supporting one another, making jokes at the enemies expense. 

But it's quiet and dark as Moxxie shoots left and right, and Loona mails the rest.

With most of the sharks dead, Moxxie takes a second to think of his next move. 

Millie!

He gets on the floor and examines Millie's wound. 

“Millie? Are you okay? Can you hear me?” Moxxie asks. 

Millie looks up at him, looking dazed. “Mox…”

“It's gonna be okay.” He tells her. “Sallie, take Millie to the van, we have a first aid kit in the backseat. We have bandages and Vaseline-”

“I know how to treat bullet wounds.” Sallie says. “I'm from wrath.”

“Then treat it.” Moxxie snaps at her. “Loona..?” he asks gently. 

“Yes?” Loona asks.

“Come with me.” Moxxie tells her before running outside. 

Loona surprisingly doesn't question him, just did as asked. 

~~~Blitzø:~~~

Blitzø ran to Crimson's office and locked the door behind him.

This was the worst hiding spot in the world, but it's where he has to be…

What else was Crimson hiding?

Blitzø opens the front drawer of Crimson's desk and sees a bright red folder labeled ‘Blitzø’ and another one labeled ‘Millie.’

Inside them was all sorts of information Crimson had no business knowing.

Loona’s medical history,

Millie’s parents address and information about her siblings-

Barbie’s updates at the rehab center…

If Crimson knows where she is…does that mean Cash does?

Oh, fuck no.

Blitzø finds a box of matches, he lights one and sets the file on fire, about ready to throw it in the fireplace-

But then someone quickly knocked the door down and lunged at Blitzø-

Alessio, shit! 

Where was Crimson? He thought they both left by now.

His struggle with Blitzø caused him to drop the flaming paper next to the curtain.

That's one way of getting rid of it. He supposed. 

“Shitshitshit!” Blitzø shouts. “What the fuck?!” He shouts.

“You're not taking him from me.” Alessio says to Blitzø.

First time he's ever heard the shark talk…creepy. 

“He's…not…yours!” Blitzø shouts, struggling to get away.

Alessio grabs Blitzø's neck, attempting to choke him, when the smoke was already doing a great job on its own, thanks! 

Blitzø uses his tail to try and find something to get him out of this, but it's getting harder and harder to keep awake. 

But then he feels a small pistol, good enough. 

With the remaining strength he has, he hits Alessio with it, forcing the shark to let go of him. 

Blitzø uses his freedom to kick Alessio off of him and grab the gun with his hands. 

It's not loaded…shit.

Alessio growls as the flames spread faster. 

He grabs a plank from the floorboards and hits Alessio over the head, knocking the shark out so he can run out.

Blitzø has no time for this…he has to get out of here and find barbie…

Moxxie! 

He needs to find Moxxie…

She's not here.

‘Remember where you are, Blitzø.’

~~~Moxxie and Loona:~~~

Moxxie leads Loona to a truck that was in the backyard. He opens it up and there's a cage holding a bunch of demons inside, mostly imps and hellhounds. “Help me get this opened.” Moxxie tells her, trying to unlatch the cage inside himself.

“What the…who are they?” Loona asks. 

“littles. We have to get them out of here.” Moxxie says. 

Loona nods, unlatching the cage immediately with no problem. 

The littles ran out as fast as they were able. 

“Go to the elevator, do not stop till you get there. Head to Gluttony and find a little clinic or adoption center, they'll take care of you!” He tells them.

They didn't argue with Moxxie, they wouldn't argue with anyone at this point. They just kept running.

Surprisingly no sharks followed them…where were the remaining sharks? There's no way they killed them all right? 

Moxxie picked up a clipboard that was on a table beside the truck. He looks up and sees that Loona was suddenly very interested in something behind them…

He turns and sees nothing but green flames…

The mansion…

“Oh crumbs.” Moxxie says. 

“Let's get out of here.” Loona says.

Loona rushed to the van, but Moxxie ran toward the mansion instead. 

Loona didn't even notice that he didn't follow her…

~~~Blitzø and Moxxie:~~~

He can't let them die! They don't deserve to die!

Moxxie ran until someone grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“No, wait!” Moxxie shouted. “We can't just let them die! I have to save them!” 

Blitzø had a tight grip on Moxxie's wrist to hold him back. “Moxxie-” 

Blitzø had a few burn marks, some blood falling down the sides of his neck.

“No! Blitzø- I can't, I gotta-” Moxxie pulls forward and Blitzø loses his grip on him. “I gotta save them!” 

Blitzø tackles Moxxie to the ground and holds him still. “Moxxie, stop! Listen! It's too late for them!” He says.

“No! It can't be! They-” Moxxie’s breathing becomes more rapid. “They can't…”

Moxxie starts sobbing, so Blitzø gets off of him. 

Moxxie holds himself pitifully. “I-I didn't mean to hurt them, Blitzø. I didn't mean to!”

It took everything in Blitzø to not cry with him 

“It's going to be okay.” Blitzø says to him. “It's gonna be fine.”

“No.” Moxxie starts crying softly as he wraps his arms around Blitzø.

 “Hey, I know. Trust me, I know.” Blitzø says, trying to comfort the smaller Imp. “It's okay, let's just get Millie to a hospital, okay?” He asks. “She needs us, so we have to be strong for her, right?” 

Moxxie only nods, he was barely able to move, so Blitzø picked him up to carry him.

 He set the smaller imp in the van next to Millie. “I think he's in shock or…something.” Blitzø explains to Sallie Mae. “How's Millie?” 

“Not responding, but still breathing.” She says. “We should hurry.” 

Blitzø throws his phone at Loona. “Call Stolas and tell him to meet us at the hospital.”

Loona nods and does as she's told.

The sounds of everyone else in the van were muffled… Moxxie couldn't and didn't care to hear what they were saying. 

Moxxie turned to look at Millie, Sallie Mae kept her hand firmly on her so the blood wouldn't pour out…

Millie might die…

This was all his fault…

 He ruined everything…

A portal is summoned in front of the van that leads to sloth. 

She had to be okay…

Because life just wasn't worth it without her.

~~~Past: Wedding Day, Moxxie:~~~

Millie smiled at Moxxie as she pulled out her own vows: “Moxxie, I never thought it was possible for someone like me to find love. And with you, it's not the cheesy love story where we just instantly became obsessed with one another but…after I got to know you, it was like our hearts were suddenly connected by a string, without you…my heart would break before the string could. You made my life worth living. And I'll do everything I can to return that favor.” She said to Moxxie. 

Moxxie smiles at her. He knows there was so much he hid, so much he couldn't tell her…

But, it will be worth it once she sees how good a person he can be now! How much he can care for her, how good he can be for her. 

She was what made everything worth it.

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~~~M&M: Past:~~~

Millie and Moxxie had the most beautiful wedding.

He's not sure if it was only the most beautiful wedding he's ever seen because it was actually that beautiful…or because it was his.

It didn't really matter, it was the most beautiful in any case.

He's never been so happy in his entire life!

…but he's also never been more terrified either.

Millie would be in huge danger if they were ever found out.

He has absolutely no doubt that she could handle herself if anyone came after them, but that didn't mean he felt okay about that possibility.

“I wish my parents could've been here to see this.” Millie says as they lay in their bed at the hotel room.

“I know. Me too.” He says, laying down next to her.

The two of them stare at the ceiling…

“Did you tell your pa we got married?” Millie asks.

“Yeah, he says congratulations.” He lies.

Millie smiles. “That was nice. When do I get to meet him?”

“I don't know.” Moxxie says. “He’s just really busy. He's never really had time for family stuff…not since…”

“Your ma?” Millie asks.

Sure.

“Yeah.” He says.

“Do you think she would have liked me?” Millie asks.

“She would have loved you.” Moxxie tells her…

…It's the truth…he thinks.

But sometimes, you have to make up your own truth. “She would have been very happy for us.” He says. “She would have loved to be here.”

He tried so hard to imagine what it would have been like if she were here…

There's a good version…and a bad one.

In the good fantasy, she helped Millie get ready, told her how happy she was that Moxxie was happy…like the movies.

She'd give Millie the pearls she wore at her wedding, a gift from her mother.

And Millie would wear them, even if they're not really her style.

Millie is a badass, but she's also so kind and polite. Even if Moxxie tried to say something, Millie would insist she wear them.

‘I'm wearing them. They're the…most beautiful pearls I've ever seen in my entire life and I'm honored.’

‘Millie, you don't have to-’

‘Shut up, I'm wearing them!’

His mother would turn to Moxxie and tell him to treat Millie well because she deserved the world…because she does.

She absolutely does.

She deserved everything from him. Every good thing he could give.

Since he was already imagining, his father and Alessio would be there too…

His father would tell him that he made his father proud, that he found a good one.

Alessio would hand them the rings at the ceremony with a proud smile on his face.

But…

Then, there was the real version…

What would really happen if they were all there…

His mother would beg him not to do it.
‘Don't ruin Millie's life like your father did mine, please. She deserves better than this.’

She'd warn Millie not to go through with it.
His father would call him a miserable failure, he'd definitely put a stop to the wedding before it could actually happen…

Alessio would pull him away before the ceremony so that Millie would think he just stood her up.

They'd lock him up for a few days, and his mother would tell him it was all for the best.

“Honey?” Millie asks him, pulling him out of those dark thoughts. “Are you okay?”

….He decided he'd stick with the fantasy.

Moxxie smiles at her. “I'm okay. I love you so much.” He tells her, taking her hand.

“I love you too.” She says. She kisses Moxxie with such passion and devotion that he could feel nothing but happiness and love for her.

She was his family now…

No one else matters.

They're okay. And he’ll do everything to make sure of that.

~~~Present:~~~~

They arrive at the hospital to bring M&M in.

Stolas was already there at the door waiting for them.

Once they are parked, Stolas starts barking orders at the hospital staff, knowing he'll need to use his authority to get them to help the imps. Imps aren't exactly a priority otherwise.

Blitzø gets out of the van quickly so they can get to Millie first.

“Blitzø! Are you alright?” Stolas asks once he's out of the van, taking his wrist so he can look the imp over quickly to examine his burns and scars.

“I'm fine, M&M are the ones who need help.” Blitzø explains. “Millie was shot, and Moxxie- I don't really know what's happening with him to be honest with you. But he's not… doing okay.”

Stolas tells the staff to get Millie out of the van. “She needs help first, and then these two.” Stolas gestures to Moxxie and Blitzø once Moxxie is also out, along with Loona and Sallie May.

The staff nods and they immediately tend to Millie.

Blitzø sighs. “Stolas-”

“Shush.” Stolas says to Blitzø before turning his attention back to the staff. “And check those two as well.” He says, pointing at Loona and Sallie May. “No one is leaving this hospital until you're sure everyone is alright.” He says.

“Yes, sir. We'll get her in and fixed up, if everyone else can please wait in the waiting room.” One of the doctors says to them.

Stolas gestures for Blitzø to sit in the waiting room first, face firm in case he tries to argue again.

Blitzø does as Stolas tells him, but he doesn't like it! He hates hospitals! Stolas knows that!

His little self is creeping out, small thoughts of how mean Stolas is for making him do this, it's not fair-

Now is not the time to be small, Blitzø!

He tried to get himself out of it, thinking of big things…

Uhm taxes…

Paperwork…

Muder?

Stolas attempts to comfort Blitzø by placing a gentle hand in his.

Blitzø looks at their hands, then smiles and lightly squeezes Stolas's.

He's not really helping the smallness. But he does appreciate it.

Suddenly, someone shoves a clipboard at him. Not violently, but suddenly. “Just some paperwork for you to fill out. Where do I give Millie's?” One of the nurses asked.

Blitzø blinks. “Uh.”

“I got it.” Stolas says, taking the clipboard.

“You know nothing about Millie.” Blitzø says once the nurse is gone.

“You're doing it.” Stolas says. “I don't think Moxxie is in the right headspace for it.”

“No kidding.” Blitzø mumbles, taking the clipboard from him.

He finishes his and then does his best to fill in Millie's…

But he doesn't know everything about her…

Sigh…

He needs Moxxie's help.

He looks up at the white haired Imp, just staring at his own clipboard, eyes looking dead.

This was all his fault…

Why didn't he just ask Stolas for help sooner?

Moxxie deserves a lot better.

~~~Moxxie and Blitzø:~~~~

Moxxie sat down by himself across from Blitzø, but far enough away from him and Loona. He really just wants to be alone right now…

But he also doesn't. He doesn't really know.

The nurse handed him some paperwork, and he set it aside immediately, he didn't want to see a doctor…he just wanted it all to be over.

He wishes he didn't exist.

But not with his father…

Or with him? It would be easier if he was there instead.

No.

No, that would not be better, that's manipulation talking. Not the truth.

He wants to be here.

Okay not here…but better here than there he supposed.

He has a clipboard in his hands…

He looked at the other one that he just set aside, then looked down at it and realized it wasn't the hospitals…it was the list of all the littles that were trafficked by his father.

He doesn't even remember grabbing it. He flips it open and looks through the many names…

He carefully reads them…looks like most of those who were trafficked are in pride.

Makes sense, probably sinners since they can't adopt littles of their own.

For good reasons, he's sure.

Sick fucks.

“Moxxie?”

Moxxie looks up at Blitzø who was looking at him with what appeared to be nervousness.

He blinks…is he sure it's Blitzø?

Blitzø hands him another clipboard, there's too many clipboards.

“I tried filling it in as best as I could but I don't remember Millie's blood type.” Blitzø says. “Or birthday.”

Moxxie doesn't respond, only looks over the unanswered questions and fills them out real quick.

Blitzø sits next to him. “Hey…”

Moxxie looks back at his boss.

Blitzø sighs, he knows Moxxie is not okay, but he wants to ask anyway! What's a way to ask that isn't so…obvious?

“How uh- how you holding up?” Blitzø asks, hoping that was an okay way of asking.

Moxxie shrugs, expression not changing. “I don't know…I'm-”

He thinks it over, not sure what to say.

He gives up, finishing Millie's paper work before moving on to his own.

“Look…Mox, I'm so sorry for what happened today- I didn't mean to start that fire…” Blitzø takes a second to breathe, not wanting to think about how…

How familiar it all felt.

He often wished he just apologized to Fizz that day, he wasn't about to make the same mistake with Moxxie.

Moxxie doesn't say anything, so Blitzø continues: “I could have saved you earlier if I had just accepted help from Stolas. I don't know why I didn't I guess I just-”

Moxxie raises an eyebrow. “Did- did you just apologize to me?” He asks.

Blitzø looks at Moxxie, confused. “...Yes?”

“You've- I don't think you've ever done that before.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø hums. He looks away from Moxxie. “Yeah…pretty sure I owe you at least five thousand apologies at this point.” He says. “Sorry it took so long to finally hear one. I've been awful to you. I'm awful to everyone…it's not a excuse, that would be the worst defense actually…I just-”

“That's two.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø scoffs. “Shut up, please? I'm being serious.” He says, slightly amused by Moxxie, but not wanting to admit it.

“Serious too? Wow. Lots of new behaviors from you today.” Moxxie says, not mean or sarcastic, just…teasingly?

“Forgive me for being a little remorseful.” Blitzø rolls his eyes in annoyance, crossing his arms as he leans back in his chair.

“Vocabulary improved too.” Moxxie says.

“Okay, we're done talking about me.” Blitzø says, same annoyed tone.

“Stolas must be a good influence on you-”

“Moxxie!” Blitzø shouts, not in a mean way, just loudly to show his seriousness.

Moxxie chuckles. “I'm sorry, I'm done. I'm just…I don’t know. I can't take anything seriously right now. Everything is so fucked up, I don't really know how to react to anything right now.

Blitzø nods. “Yeah…I get that.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you, sir.” Moxxie says, catching Blitzø a little off guard.

“Blitzø.” Blitzø corrects, not sure how else to respond.

Moxxie nods. “I’m sorry I lied to you, Blitzø. I know I should have told you the truth before, but it was just- I- well…”

“Moxxie…you have nothing to apologize for, alright? You didn’t do anything wrong. I wouldn’t have told me either, are you kidding?” Blitzø asks. “You didn't know what kind of person I was. And even when you did, it didn't really matter. Besides, I sorta figured you were a little anyway.” Blitzø admits.

“Really?” Moxxie asks. ”It was that obvious?”

“Well, it was always a question in the back of my mind. The point is, you have nothing to be ashamed of, and just because I know for sure now, doesn’t mean I’ll treat you any different.” Blitzø explains.

“Thank you, s- uh Blitzø.” Moxxie says. “But-“

“What?” Blitzø asks.

“Crimson threatened your family, he threatened I.M.P! Even if he is…-” He can't bring himself to say it. “I bring danger wherever I go! What if the rest of my family decides to find me? What if they-”

Blitzø grips his shoulders again. “Moxxie, my family is safe. We’re fine. Everyone is okay. If they’re not, we’ll deal with it. This isn’t your fault.” He says.

“But I should never have let it get that far in the first place! You saved me from being homeless, you helped me escape prison, saved me from my family, twice now- you don’t deserve this!” Moxxie says.

“Moxxie, we’re friends. We fight shit together. Besides, this was nothing I couldn’t handle.” Blitzø says. “We escaped prison together, we started I.M.P together, we fought the human government! There's nothing we can't do. And Millie? She could do it all without us, but she has us: we can handle anything that's thrown our way so long as we got each other's backs.”

“Moxxie nods. “Thanks, Blitzø.”

“Don’t mention it.” He says. “Well, since I now know your secret…I guess it's only fair you know mine.”

“Are you going to tell me that you're a little too?” Moxxie asks him.

Blitzø sighs. “Yup.”

“I figured.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø shrugs. “Well, littles kinda have a weird sixth sense about these things.” Blitzø says.

Moxxie nods. “Yeah... “It doesn't change how I feel about you either.” He says reassuringly.

“Thanks, Mox.” Blitzø doesn't smile, but Moxxie knows that he was happy to hear it.

“I need to apologize to Millie.” Moxxie says. “But, I don't know how.”

Blitzø nods. “Yeah, that won't be a fun one. But, it'll be fine.”

“What if she never forgives me?” Moxxie asks.

“She will.” Blitzø says.

“She shouldn't.” Moxxie argues.

“She will.” Blitzø says again, a little louder.

“I didn't mean to cause all of this.” Moxxie says.

“Moxxie, stop. You didn't cause this.”

“Stop saying that.” Moxxie says. “Because I did.”

“I will stop once you stop blaming yourself, it was my fault more than it was yours; You didn't ask to be kidnapped or to be forced into your father's creepy mind games.” He says. “You're the victim in case you haven't noticed.”

Moxxie looks as if he's about to say something else…but he doesn't.

While they were talking, Stolas had taken all the paperwork to the nurse.

“Moxxie Knolasname?” The nurse called. “The doctor will see you now.”

Moxxie stands up.

“Good luck.” Blitzø says.

Moxxie smiles at him. “Thanks, Blitzø.”

Moxxie looks at him for a moment, as if there was something more he wanted to say…

But he didn't.

~~~Blitzø and Loona:~~~

After the conversation with Moxxie, Blitzø got started on his next apology…

He moved to sit down next to his daughter, the guilt eating at him alive…

“What do you want?” Loona sighs.

“I didn't mean to worry you, Loony.” Blitzø says. “I know I messed up.” He says.

Loona sighs. “We could have lost Moxxie.” She states.

“Loon-”

She holds up a finger. “I couldn't lose you both. I couldn't live with that. You're my father, dude. You're supposed to be there, I still need you around!” She shouts, trying not to be too loud, but she's so angry, she can't help it.

Blitzø takes a deep breath. “I know, I'm sorry. I just-”

“You need to take care of yourself!” Loona says. “I'm not losing another parent.” She says.

“Loona, you're not-”

Loona starts tearing up. “This was all my fault…” she whispers.

“What?” Blitzø asks, he hasn't seen her cry in a while…he's not sure what to do.

“I was supposed to be watching him, I couldn't track him down, I've been so awful to him!” Loona cries outwardly now.

“Hey.” Blitzø rests a hand on her shoulder. “Loona, this was not your fault…do you hear me?” Blitzø asks.

Loona nods. “Yeah.”

“Good. It wasn't your job to take care of Moxxie, he's a grown man.” He says. “I never should have put that on you. I never thought it would go this far.”

“...I couldn't track him.” She says.

“It was impossible to track him. Why would I expect the impossible from you?” Blitzø asks. “That's ridiculous.”

“You don't get it.” Loona says. “It's the one thing I'm good at, the only thing I'm good for, isn't that why you adopted me!?” She asks.

Blitzø's eyes widened. “What?! Of course not! Loonie-”

Loona turns away.

“No, look at me, Loonie.” Blitzø tells her. “You are my daughter. You mean way more to me than your physical abilities. I know you. You're smarter than you think you are, you're hilarious, driven, you hide everything behind sarcasm and anger but I know how passionate you are, how you want way more than anyone could or has ever offered. Loona…you matter to me. I love you. I saw that you had so much to offer the world and deserved a better chance, that's why I adopted you. No other reason.”

Loona looks at him.

“I went into that pound to find a hellhound for I.M.P. but…my motives changed once I saw you.” Blitzø explains further.

Loona smiles.

She wants to thank him, tell him that she loves him too…

But…

She really doesn't want to cry again.

Loona wipes away the tears quickly and stands up. “I'm gonna go get some real Coffee, want some?” Loona asks.

Blitzø shakes his head. “No, my nerves are bad enough right now.” He says, half joking.

Loona smiles and nods. “Yeah.” She turns to Stolas, who was a decent distance away. “Take care of him?”

Stolas smiles at her, then at Blitzø. “Always.”

~~~Stolas and Blitzø: a few minutes later:~~~

“Okay, Mr Blitzo. We're ready for you.” Someone suddenly says.

Blitzø's breathing fastens as his chest feels this horrible- horrible pain.

He was doing so well, but now he either wants to cry or kill every nurse and doctor in this damn place!

“Is it alright if I accompany him?” Stolas asks.

“I suppose so, if he's okay with that.” The doctor says.

“Blitzø?” Stolas asks him for clarification. “Is it alright if I go with you?”

Blitzø nods, taking Stolas's hand. “Please.”

He's feeling small…he can't fight it anymore. He needs Stolas there!

Stolas smiles. “Come on.” He leads Blitzø to the doctor's office.

They get a few strange looks, but no one questioned why he went with the imp.

“Take a seat please.” The doctor tells him.

Blitzø climbs up on the hospital bed and sits down, still holding Stolas's hand.

He's kicking his little feet anxiously and his eyes are showing off innocence.

Stolas realizes he's small now, and he gives Blitzø a worried look.

“Alright, Mr Blitzø. What happened here?” The doctor asks.

Blitzø doesn't answer, he just bites down on one of his claws.

“There was a fire.” Stolas says softly, taking Blitzø's hand out of his mouth.

“Is he a little?” She asks Stolas.

Stolas feels a cold sweat as the imp is reaching for him, asking for some comfort.

“Well, I want to say no.” Stolas says.

“Stowes.” Blitzø whispers loudly, it's cute he thinks the doctor can't hear that.

“He's a secret little then?” She asks. “I get those more often than you'd think. I promise I won't say anything.” She says. “It's not really any of my business.”

“Oh.. Thank you, I appreciate that.” Stolas says.

She gently and carefully touches Blitzø’s face.

Blitzø flinches and moves away from her.

“Hey, it's okay, sweetie.” She says.

Blitzø whines, reaching and clawing at Stolas to get away.

Stolas takes his hands carefully. “Blitzø, calm down, please. She's not going to hurt you, I promise I wouldn't let her do that.”

Blitzø does believe Stolas, but that didn't make him any less afraid!

His breathing continued rapidly as soft whines escaped him as she examined his wounds.

She looks them over and carefully bandages him up. “He'll be fine, there's gonna be quite a few new white marks on him, but-”

“But he'll be alright?” Stolas asks.

She nods. “Oh yeah, he'll be fine.” She turns to Blitzø. “You'll have to keep those bandages on for a bit until they're fully healed, okay hun?” The doctor asks. “Replace them every day or so, or whenever you think you need to.”

Blitzø doesn't answer her, just stares at her with fear and skepticism.

Stolas speaks up. “I'll make sure he takes care of himself. Don't worry.”

She smiles. “You're so lucky to have such a good caregiver.” She says, handing Blitzø a lollipop.

Blitzø takes it, reluctantly, biting the plastic and deciding its gross.

Stolas shakes his head as he takes the lollipop and unwraps it for him. “No, I'm the lucky one.”

“Is that your daddy?” The doctor asks.

Blitzø shakes his head. “Mm no. Dats my Stowes.”

Stolas pets his head. “Is there somewhere we can go until he's out of his headspace?” Stolas asks.

“Of course. There's a quiet room outside. Walk down the hall. It's the one with the koala on the door.” She says.

“Thank you.” Stolas smiles.

~~~Moxxie and Sally May.~~~

“You alright?” Sallie May approached Moxxie once he got out of the doctors office, she handed him a coffee from the machine.

“I'm fine.” Moxxie says, taking the coffee. “Thanks.”

“The coffee here sucks.” She says. “I'm getting some real coffee after they tell us Millie's not fucking dying.”

Loona offered to get her one, but she turned her down, not knowing the wolf well enough to trust her with her drink.

Moxxie’s breathing fastens at that moment, thinking about Millie and the state she's in!

“Woah, chill out. She's fine, she's survived worse than this.” Sallie tells him.

“I know, I know. I know she's fine, I just-”

“You're worried, I get it.” Sallie says. “I am too…”

They were quiet for a few minutes,

“So. You're a little?” Sallie May asks.

Moxxie nods, it was weird admitting it. “Yeah, so?”

“So, how'd you fake the test?” She asks.

“My father made me.” Moxxie says. “Hypnosis works wonders on the mind.”

Sallie May hums, understandingly.

“How about you?” Moxxie asks back.

Sallie's eyes widened. “What?”

“I've known since I first met you.” Moxxie says.

“You've never said anything...” Sallie says, shifting awkwardly.

“It's not really my business.” Moxxie says.

Sallie licks her lips. She has never talked to anyone about it…ever. Not even Millie or her brothers.

“You don't have to answer.” Moxxie says. “I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

She looks away from him, appreciating his sensitivity, she supposed.

She's not sure if it was the situation or the fact that Moxxie is a little that makes her want to, but she does want to tell him. “...It was hard after I came out.” She explains, not entirely sure why, but she thinks she can trust him. “My parents didn't really…get it. I mean, they were fine with me being myself, they tried to be supportive. But, it was so stressful! Everyone was treating me like- like I changed but I didn't! I dyed my hair and changed my clothes, and they acted like I was a complete stranger they didn't even know!”

Moxxie nods.

Sallie took some deep breaths. The only one who treated her the same was Millie, their rivalry didn't change a bit…and it was amazing!

‘Thanks for not…you know, treating me like a complete stranger.’

‘You're not a stranger, I always knew who you were, an annoying, stubborn, badass bitch. I think…you're brave. Being honest about who you are isn't always easy. Especially with our parents.’

It was a small compliment that they barely lingered on…

But it meant the world to Sallie…

“After that I- I just- I didn't know how to tell them that I was a regressor too. So, I didn't. I studied that test for months to make sure I didn't get a regressor classification… I just couldn't do it.”

Moxxie nods. “Yeah…I get that.” Moxxie sayd. “I don't know how I'm going to face it.”

“Face what?” She asks.

“The rest of my life.” Moxxie says.

“I've been there, trust me. Sometimes being yourself is harder than the fake version you've invented…but that ain't livin.” She says.

“But I've been pretending my whole life.” Moxxie says. “I don't even know where the facade ends and I start. I feel like I've been broken for so long…and I'm just pretending I'm all put together.”

“It's okay to not be, you know, it's okay to not be alright. It's alright to be a little broken. Everyone is a little…”

“People always say that, but they never mean it.” He says.

“I do…” She takes a sip of coffee then turns to him. “Suffer.” She says, snarkily.

Moxxie rolls his eyes.

“Seriously though, let yourself feel. Those who really matter will be there. “

“You need to learn to take your own advice.” Moxxie says.

Sallie shrugs. “But I worry no one in my family really matters.”

“We do.” Moxxie says. “Millie and I will be there for you regardless of what your family says. But you should give them a chance to care before assuming they won't be supportive.”

Sallie May scoffs. “You need to learn to take your own advice.”

“Moxxie, you can see your wife now.”

Moxxie feels a sharp pain of guilt hit his heart…

He takes a deep breath.

“It'll be alright.” Sallie May promises.

But there's no way she can know that…

Moxxie nods anyway and stands up.

“Moxxie?”

“Yeah?”

“Don't tell Millie about me.” She says.

“I wouldn't do that.” Moxxie says. “I promise your secret is safe with me.”

~~~Stolas and Blitzø:~~~~

Blitzø and Stolas find the quiet room.

The sign on the door wrote: ‘Quiet room/Sensory-friendly room. Please be respectful.’

The room was a beautiful blue color, and the lighting was soft as was the music that was playing inside.

There were toys in the center of the room, and beautiful shelves that were sorted nicely and labeled.

-Fidgets
-soft toys.
-paper
-towels
-wipes
-headphones.
It was a paradise for any little one, or for those who deal with sensory issues, anxiety, or those who are autistic.

It had everything they could possibly need.

Stolas set Blitzø down next to him in the seating area. “Are you doing alright?” Stolas asks him.

Blitzø shrugs, climbing back onto Stolas’s lap.

“Do you want to go home?” He asks, petting the imp’s head.

Blitzø shakes his head and whines through the lollipop in his mouth, hugging Stolas tight.

“Would you like to stay with me tonight?” Stolas asks him.

Blitzø nods. “Scay.” He says through the lolly.

Stolas kisses the top of Blitzø's head. “Alright, you can stay with me. As long as you'd like, little one.”

“Stowes?” Blitzø asks, taking the candy out of his mouth.

“Yes dear?”

“M’ in twoble?”

Stolas tilts his head. “Of course not, darling. Why would you think that?”

“I ‘pose ta be big.” He says.

Stolas kisses the top of Blitzø's head. “You can't help that, darling. You had such a big stressful day today. Besides, the doctor isn't going to say anything. Even if she did, I promise I would never let anything bad happen to you. Alright?”

Blitzø nods. “Stowes?”

“Yes?”

“Hawts.” He whines, resting his head against Stolas's chest.

“I know, dear. I promise it'll get better.” Stolas holds him gently, avoiding his more sensitive areas. It was hard but he found a comfortable enough position to hold the imp before the little one fell fast asleep.

~~~Millie and Moxxie:~~~

Moxxie hesitates a moment before entering Millie's room.

What can he say?

He lied to her, hid his true self, his family, and dragged her into all of it.

His head was spinning and he felt so cold…

The doctors had prescribed him anti-anxiety medication and gave him the number to a therapy clinic.

That's what he needs. Drugs and strangers to talk to about what happened.

Right now he wishes he could take the drugs.

And talking to a stranger would be easier than talking to Millie right now …

Which hurts…because Millie is his favorite person to talk to.

He takes a deep breath and opens the door.

“Moxxie!” She smiles, lively as ever. She acts as if she didn't lose a shit ton of blood from her wound.

“Hi.” Moxxie smiles. “How are you feeling?”

Millie reaches for Moxxie's hand and pulls him forward, hugging him tightly. “I'm so glad you're safe. Are you hurt at all?”

Moxxie shakes his head. “I'm fine Millie. I'm not hurt. I'm okay.”

Millie sighs with relief. “Good.”

There was a few minutes of silence between the two…now that they both know the other was fine… there was room for other thoughts.

“Moxxie?” Millie asks, voice a bit hesitant, but determined as well.

Moxxie looks at her. “Yeah?”

Millie looked up at her husband sadly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks him. “I would have understood. I don't under-”

“Millie…” Moxxie turns his head slightly away from her. “Can we maybe not talk about this right now?” He interupts.

“I’m your wife!” Millie says. “How could you not tell me? I am always here for you, how could you think that I-” Millie takes a deep breath. “What did you think I would do to you?”

Moxxie shakes his head. “Nothing, I just-” he really didn’t want to talk about it…he wanted to forget it.

“Moxxie?” Millie asks. “Are you alright?”

Moxxie shakes his head again. “She was right. I never should have dragged you into this. I'm sorry.”

“Who's she?” Millie asks.

Moxxie gets up and walks around the room a bit. He doesn't know why, he just has to move!

“Moxxie?” Millie asks.

“Do you need anything?” He asks. “Are you hungry or need another pillow?”

“I need answers.” She says simply.
She doesn't understand any of this…what was going on!?

Moxxie sighs. “Millie…please?”

Millie nods. “Alright. I'm- I'm sorry. You're right. It can wait, I'm just-”

Moxxie takes her hand. “You don't have to be…I'm the one who's sorry.” Moxxie says.

Millie smiles at him. “It's okay.” She says. “You didn't do anything wrong, hun. I'm not mad at you.”

“Really?” Moxxie asks. “You're not mad?”

“Of course I'm not mad. I'm confused, maybe a little hurt, but I'm sure you have your reasons, right?” Millie asks him.

Moxxie nods.

Millie reaches to touch Moxxie's face. “I love you so much. You know that, don't you?”

Moxxie nods. “I know. I love you too.”

Moxxie sighs and he's suddenly very unable to stand still, fidgeting, needing something to do.

“Hun?” Millie asks.

Moxxie looks at her. “Yeah?”

“Can you get me a glass of water?” She asks.

Moxxie smiles and nods. “Yeah. Thanks, Millie.” He says, about to leave the room.

“And Moxxie?”

He stops. “Yes, Millie?”

“Whatever the answer is- when you're ready…it'll be okay.” She promises. “We'll work this out together. Like we always do.”

Moxxie nods. “Okay…”

He leaves to get her the water.

And Millie sighs once she's alone again.

It was hard to accept. But she trusts Moxxie.

Sometimes trusting someone means not getting all the answers right away.

Even when it's killing you.

♡
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~~~M&M: 1 week later~~~

Moxxie and Millie walk back into their apartment. “Careful, watch your step.” Moxxie tells her. 

“Moxxie, I'm fine. Don't worry about me.” Millie says. “I've had worse.”

“You always say that, and it always concerns me.” Moxxie tells her as he helps her to the couch. 

Not that she needed help, it was her shoulder that was hurt, not her leg. 

Millie was finally home after a week of staying in the hospital, and Moxxie was insisting she rest some more? Hell no! She's done with that shit! 

The doctors said she'd be just fine, she just has to give it time to heal but Moxxie of course was way more protective of her than they were…

It did make her feel so special though, when he fussed over her like this. 

She loved it…

But now..?

“Can I get you something?” Moxxie asks her. “Anything?” 

“I'm okay.” She says, looking up at Moxxie, wondering how to say what she needs to.

How does she start the conversation? 

He's been avoiding it all week, telling her that he just wanted her to relax and not stress out. 

“Okay…” Moxxie paused for a moment, Millie looking at him as he looked at her back with blinking eyes that spoke volumes. “No, actually I think I should get you something. Water? Food? Are you hungry? I know you hate hospital food, honestly who doesn't?” Moxxie asks. ”It's awful.” 

“Mox-”

“I'll make you some dinner.” Moxxie says. “Anything you want? I can make spaghetti, or some-”

“Moxxie.” Millie interrupts him, a little louder.

Moxxie holds his arms, anxiety rising. “Yes?”

“We need to talk about it.” She says. “You can't avoid it forever, honey.” 

Moxxie looks at the floor, acting oblivious. “Talk about what?” 

“Why didn’t you just tell me, Moxxie? Was your dad right? Do you find it hard to trust me?” She asks. “Did I do something?”

Moxxie sighs, dropping his head. He hated to admit it…but she's right. They needed to talk about it. Especially if Millie is that worried.

He paced around the room for a second, trying to find the words…

“Millie…I do trust you, I trust you more than I trust myself! I didn't mean for any of this to happen, I didn't want to lie! You just…you have to understand, the hardest thing I ever had to do was be a kid. I had to live through all of that-that- bullshit constantly with a smile on my face!” The second he started explaining, it felt like a flood of emotions was escaping out of him and he couldn't stop it. “Nothing I did was good enough, my feelings were muted, my opinions didn’t matter; I was nothing but an accessory to them. I watched as everything I loved either died or betrayed me! I had to rely on bad people in order to survive long enough to live.” 

Moxxie paused for a moment, looking away. “And I almost didn’t” 

Millie looks at him with even more concern. 

“And…My regression is a reflection on all of that trauma, all their lies. I try to be okay, I try to keep it all hidden deep down inside; but the kid inside keeps it all close in hopes there’s some good in it. He trusts the ones who hurt him the most! And I promised not to be like that but…”

“Mox-” 

Tears fell down his face as he continued, his breathing rapid, and his movement showing panic by the way his arms shook while he kept swaying back and forth: “And if I regressed in front of you, I knew it would only show you how weak and broken I truly am! How much I didn't actually get over. I just wanted to be okay for you, Millie. I didn’t want to be your problem. I just wanted to be okay so we can be happy! So you wouldn't have to worry about me all the time! So you could…so you could be happy!” 

Tears filled Millie’s eyes as she got up from her seat. 

“I'm sorry I lied to you!” He cries, attempting to hold himself still. “I'm sorry I got you into this mess without telling you, giving you the choice or- at least an idea of what to expect! I never meant to hurt you! I swear I-” 

Millie placed her good hand on his shoulder so he would look up at her. “Moxxie, it's okay! I’m okay, and you're okay. That’s all that matters- Look at me.” She says the moment he looks away. “You are not weak, Mox. You are so much stronger than you can ever see, or what they see. If anything, your regression proves that. It proves you’re a survivor, and a fighter. Do you hear me?” She asks.

Moxxie nods, tears falling down his own face, breathing still violent, but he's showing signs of relaxing. 

“Baby, I’m here for you. You don’t have to worry about looking weak to me because you are the strongest person I know.” She says. “I don't know how you survived all of that…but I'm so proud of you, and I'm going to help you get through this, you're not alone anymore.”

Moxxie smiles. “Thanks for saying that, Millie. But, I'm not that strong…” 

“You are strong. Why do you think I married you?” Millie asks him.

“You mean it wasn’t because I helped you win the mud fight against your siblings?” Moxxie asks, jokingly.

Millie chuckles. “That was pretty amazing, I will admit. But your emotional strength, your resilience, your heart…Mox, there's no one in this world like you, no one stronger or more deserving of love… It's a privilege to love you the way I get to.” She admits. “I am so happy with you. No matter what happens because I have you.” 

Moxxie smiles, crying more now, this time for happier reasons. 

Millie kisses him softly and then they hug each other again, this time staying that way in silence until his breathing is normal-er.

“There’s a lot we have left to discuss, you know?” Millie says to him. 

Moxxie frowns and nods. “Yeah, I know.”

Millie sighs, breaking the hug to look at him. “Things…they have to change. We can't keep living like this- you can't keep living like this.” 

Moxxie nods, looking away from her. “A lot has to change.” He says softly. 

“What does that mean?” Millie asks him. 

Moxxie shakes his head. “Don't worry about it. I just… There's a lot I need to re-evaluate.” He says. 

Millie nods. “You've been through a lot…let's just focus on one thing at a time. Okay?” She asks. “You don't have to fix everything at once.” 

Moxxie nods, he knows that's probably what he should be doing…

Focusing on getting better, 

Focusing on therapy,

Focusing on coping… 

But he needed to think of the others,

He needed to talk to Blitzø,

He needs to undo all the damage that's been done! How can he focus on himself if other people are still getting hurt? 

“Moxxie?” Millie asks him, pulling him out of his thoughts. 

He looks at her. “Yeah?” 

“You're worth worrying about.” She says. “Please don't hide from me again.” 

Moxxie nods, taking her hand. “I promise I won't.” 

Millie smiles. “I don't know how to fix this…but we will figure it out. We will be okay. We're in this together.” 

Moxxie nods again. “I know.” 

“I love you.” Millie tells him, wrapping her good arm around him again. “So much.” 

“I love you too.” He hugs her back tightly…

Never wanting to ever let go. 

He's not sure what's next…

But she's here… 

And so he knows everything will eventually be okay.

~~~Moxxie and Blitzø: The next day~~~

Blitzø was in his office, working on something on his laptop, determination and a hint of fear on his face.

Moxxie walked in without even bothering to knock…

“Moxxie? What- what are you doing here?” Blitzø asks him.

Didn't Millie just get home yesterday? Shouldn't he be with her? 

“Sir, we need to talk.” Moxxie says, tone serious and straightforward. 

“Mox, you're supposed to be at home taking it easy, not here.” Blitzø says. “You don't get back to work til-”

“This isn't about that.” Moxxie says. “I need to talk to you about something important…it can't wait another day.”

Blitzø looked at him with confusion, the smaller imp looked nervous about what he was about to say, but he sounded so determined. “Uh, okay? What's is it?” 

Moxxie hesitates a moment…

‘Rip it off, like a bandaid, you got this.’ Moxxie tells himself. ‘Just say it!’

“I can’t keep working here if we're going to kill innocent people.” Moxxie admits fast.

“Excuse me?” Blitzø asks.

“I can't be like him, Blitzø! I can't keep killing people who don't deserve it.” Moxxie explains. “I need to know who we are killing from now on, and why. And if you have a problem with that, I will find somewhere else to work!” 

Blitzø looks at him. “Are you done?” He asks. 

Moxxie nods. 

“Do you have any idea how much research I do on people before deciding to take a job?” Blitzø asks him. 

Moxxie was taken aback by the question and defensiveness in Blitzø's tone. “No…I figured you didn't.” Moxxie admits. 

“Well, you're wrong.” Blitzø says. “Maybe I don't do as much as you would but-” Blitzø looks away, knowing he really doesn't know much about most of the people they kill…but he doesn't feel it's necessary all the time! When there's a cheating spouse or avenging a death, how could they be innocent? 

“But, what about the bride we killed?” Moxxie asks. “She was a mother, Blitzø! My mother died protecting me, Crimson killed her because she was trying to save me! She didn't deserve- why would you kill a mother, Blitzø?” he asks, starting to get emotional. 

“The…” Blitzø gets up and grabs her file tightly and tosses it harshly in front of Moxxie to take it if he wants to. 

Moxxie picks it up and looks through it while Blitzø speaks. 

Blitzø explains. “We were hired by the woman’s father, she was an abusive parent who was called on by earth’s authorities several times and they did nothing about it. She was not an innocent person!” 

Moxxie looks at Blitzø. “Sir-” 

“The kid is with her dad now, He’s a much better person than she was. I know it's easy to project your problems, but some fathers are actually half decent. The mother is here in hell now…child abuse isn't really a heavenly thing I guess.” Blitzø says sarcastically and over the top.

Moxxie looks up at Blitzø. “Sir, I didn't mean t-” 

“I’m not exactly picky about who we kill, but I don’t just kill anyone! My mother was killed too. I'm not as heartless as I wish I was.” He continues. “I help people get revenge on those who fucked them over. I don’t tell you about them because you freak out about every little thing!” 

“I’m sorry.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø stops and takes a deep breath. 

Moxxie starts shaking a little. “I didn't mean to imply that you're not- I mean. I just thought that you- I understand we need to kill. I understand why you do what you do, and I didn't mean any dis-” 

Blitzø gets a box of papers and hands it to Moxxie, interrupting his panicking and stuttering.

Moxxie takes it, confused and worried about what Blitzø was doing. “...Blitzø?”

Blitzø sits back down at his desk. “That is a list of people who wish to hire us… Look through them, and let me know which ones we're taking.” He instructs. 

Moxxie blinks. “What?” 

“I know you have the best intentions, you’re also the best judge of character around here. You’re the best person for the job.” Blitzø says. 

“Really?” Moxxie asks.

Blitzø nods. “Yeah, I think it’s about time I gave you a more prominent role anyway. You built this business just as much as I did.” 

Moxxie's eyes widen…almost not believing what he's hearing. “Thank you…sir.” 

Blitzø doesn't respond, he only sits back down.

“Can I ask…What happened to her?” Moxxie asks before he can really think about what he's saying.

“Who?” Blitzø asks. 

“Your mom.” Moxxie says. “You said she was killed too…what happened?”

Blitzø looks at Moxxie who just looks back at him, waiting for the answer to his question. 

“She died in a fire…” Blitzø explains. “A fire I started.” 

Moxxie's eyes widened. 

“It wasn't intentional but…it was still my fault.” He admits. 

Moxxie looks at him sympathetically. “Blitzø…I-” 

Blitzø shakes his head. “I don't need sympathy, Moxxie.” He says. “It's just true, I destroy everything I touch. I tried to help you, and ended up hurting you in every way possible.” He admits. 

Moxxie wanted to argue, but he then saw a tear fall down Blitzø's face…

He's never seen him cry…not like this at least…

“Mox…” Blitzø takes a second to consider what it was he wants to say next. “I know I haven't been a good friend to you, I've been downright awful, actually…and I know it, and I have known it. There is no excuse for it, and I'm not asking for forgiveness or trying to make you understand I don't deserve that, I just- I'm saying that…I'm sorry.” He says. 

He speaks a little louder. “I do appreciate all that you do for this company, I see you and every improvement you make. This company would be nothing without you…I would be nothing without you!” He says seriously. “I almost lost you…and whether or not you believe I was to blame for that, I am. It was my fault…and I'm so fucking sorry!” Blitzø says. 

Moxxie nods, taking a step back, looking away from Blitzø. “You know…my mom died November 6th…I know that because every year she'd send me dimes.”

Blitzø listened, but didn't bother looking at Moxxie. 

“Even after I moved in with you, I would find dimes every year, around the house or in the street…but one year I just- I couldn't find any.” He says. “I thought maybe she hated me, that she was disappointed that I didn't do what she wanted, that I became an assassin…” 

Blitzø didn't understand why Moxxie brought this up, but listened anyway.

“But then I realized that…the dimes stopped because she knew I was going to be okay. I have Millie, I have you…She didn't need to worry about me. And even if I can never know for sure…I think she's just happy that I moved on.” He says. “I think…maybe yours would want the same thing?” He suggests. 

Blitzø's eyes widened. “What?” 

“You can hate yourself, you can dwell on all the stuff you should have done…but she would want you to be happy, she would want you to move on rather than feeling bad all the time. Focus on those you can love while you're here…like…Stolas. I mean, if he can love you half as much as Millie loves me…he's probably worth your time, right?” Moxxie asks. 

Blitzø doesn't answer. 

Moxxie looks away again. “Well, I guess I don't know that for sure but…I want that for you. I want you to be happy and move on…I want to see you as happy as you can be.” 

Blitzø looked surprised, probably having no idea how much Moxxie really looked up to him.

“I'll see you in a couple of weeks, Sir.” Moxxie says. 

Blitzø nods as Moxxie turns back to the door. He grips the handle…then pauses. “Blitzø?”

“Yeah?”

“You may not be asking for forgiveness…but you got it anyway. If that wasn't clear.” He says before exiting the office, leaving Blitzø alone. 

Blitzø looks back up at the screen…

‘St.An's Hospital, rehab center.’ 

Blitzø knows that he's the last person she wants to see…

But someone has to tell her about Cash…

She needs to know the danger she might be in…

Besides, it can't hurt to try and make things right between them…can it?

~~~Crimson and Alessio:~~~

“Sir…? Can you hear me?” Alessio asks.

Crimson is laying on the motel bed, staring at the ceiling. 

He's been asleep for a few days now, so it surprised Alessio to walk in and see him with his eyes open again. 

“How many survived?” Crimson asks, not even looking at Alessio.

“56 sharks remain.” Al explains. “None of the littles were found, they must have escaped-” 

“And…the kid?” Crimson interrupts him to ask. 

“He escaped with his…friends.”

“Good.” Crimson says, looking down. “I want to be the one to end his life, not Blitzø.” 

“Sir-” Alessio wasn't sure what he was going to say, but it didn't matter, because Crimson continued to speak. 

“He'll pay for what he did.” Crimson says. “We just have to build the organization back up, get some funds, more sharks-”

Alessio sighs. “Crim, Moxxie-”

“Is dead to us!” Crimson says. “And when we see him again, he'll be dead to everyone else too.” 

Alessio nods. “You should rest, Crim.” He says. “You'll never heal if you keep stressing yourself out like this.” 

Crimson sighs. “I gave him everything, Al.” 

“I know.” Alessio says. “And, I think he knows it too.” 

Crimson doesn't respond, he only looks away from Alessio. 

With nothing else to say, Alessio leaves his boyfriend in peace.