𝒜 𝒱𝒶𝑔𝓊𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎

𝒜 𝒱𝒶𝑔𝓊𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎

a fic where vox has been reincarnated into an imp

“Oookay, so, the guy we need to kill ding dong ditched our client in middle school, and he wants revenge. How should we go about this?” Blitzø dances around the IMP office, enthusiastic about stealing Moxxie and Millie’s new money to buy a horse with.

Moxxie clears his throat. “We could sneak in through the window, and kill him while he sleeps- OR we could take him out to dinner, put laxatives in his food, and then when he needs to shit, we follow him to the bathroom-“

Blitzø rolls his eyes. “Alright, alright Moxxie, we don’t need your overly complex plans today! Doing this in your smart, sophisticated way isn’t gonna get my dick all the way up!”

“I SAY, WE KIDNAP HIM AND MAKE HIM WATCH ME PLAY MARIO KART FOR 10 HOURS WHILE YOU GUYS BEAT HIM TO DEATH!” Millie canon balls into the conversation.

Moxxie and Blitzø look at Mille with pure concern.

Moxxie eventually speaks up.

“Honey… that’s.. no.”

Millie sighs. “Yeah, you’re right, I’m sorry! I’m just excited!”

“Hey guys, am I allowed to come today, since the newbie probably isn’t coming?” Loona doesn’t even bother to look up at the rest of the gang. Doing who knows what on her phone.

“Sweetie, I’m so sorry, but I’d were sticking to Moxxie’s barely disguised laxative fetish plan, that likely won’t smell great with your EEXXXXCELLANT NOSEEE! You have the best nose, by the way.” Blitzø exclaims, replying to Loona’s request.

Millie looks at the new guy, before looking to Looka. “Hey Loona, maybe you should as the newbie if he wants to come, before- assuming he doesn’t…”

Loona rolls her eyes and slams her phone on the table, the same one her legs are crossed over.

“Hey new guy, are you tagging along?” She asks him quickly.

An imp sits at the left end of the table, looking down at the table. He wears a cyan box over his head, and a black turtleneck. He fidgets with a lighter.

“God Loona, would it kill you to make eye contact with your coworkers every once and awhile?” The new guy asks, obviously annoyed by everything and everyone.

“Dude, just answer the question.” Loona is nearly at her limit with this new guy.

Blitzø calls him Cii. A unique spelling of “sigh”, even know it’s just the Spanish term for “yes” with an extra “I” and wow uniquely spelled names are ugly. The rant you are currently reading right now is Cii’s thoughts. Poor Cii. He has pretty severe amnesia. Knows almost nothing about himself.

“Fine. No, I’m not going on one of your stupid missions.”

“YES!” Loona exclaims.

“Alright bitches! Let’s go kick some ass!” Blitzø has a leadership in his voice.

“YEAHH!” The team replies.

Everyone but Cii. He doesn’t even bother to get up from his chair and go to Loona’s desk. After a solid 15 minutes, he finally stands up. Some material on the desk builds static up in his sleeve, and gives him a faint shock. A surprising one, yet faint.

That’s all it took for a vague memory to come back to him. {*^*} a memory.

Vox chases Valentino through a McMammons play place.

“GET THE FUCK- GET BACK HERE!” Vox shouts at Val.

“NO!” Val says with a big fat smirk on his face.

Vox falls off of the setup, hitting the ground with a thud, hurting his back.

“AAAH, GOD DAMMIT.” Vox turns on his side so that he doesn’t have to keep pressure on his back.

He can see a tall moth man standing above him.

“Now, now, Voxxy~” Val picks Vox up bridal style, and starts carting him out of the McMammons.

Vox crosses his arms in anger, but can’t help but feel fluttery inside. “I am going to fuck you senseless when we get home.” Vox accidentally faintly shocks himself on Val’s fur after sliding around in plastic McMammons slides all day.

Val chuckles. Not saying a thing.

{~_~}

Cii walks through the streets of hell, hands in his pockets. He passes a park bench. A tall, anthro moth sits on it. Cii only really stops when he hears a harmonica melody. The melody is familiar. It’s comforting. The moth man stops when he feels eyes on him.

“Do you want a job?” The moth man asks,

Cii crosses his arms in discomfort. “No, I’m just watching. What’s up with the sad vibe?”

“I lost somebody very important to me a week ago, I miss him dearly.” The moth man replies. “Where are you from, cutie?”

“Who the hell knows?