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Chewing Gum [Moxxie x Millie]

I wrote an audition for some roleplay and thought it was cute so I’m sharing it. This was just a demonstration I knew the personalities so it’s super short, hope y’all don’t mind! (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥  . . .

The I.M.P. offices were unusually quiet. Blinds were lowered, casting most of the rooms in varying shades of black and red, save for one office in the corner of the hallway. It appeared to be the smallest one, cramped and filled with filing cabinets, not that the occupant minded. An imp sat on a plush but torn chair, fiddling away with a gun on the desk. Their skin was red with white freckles dotting their cheeks and bi-colored horns curving from their head. The imp’s spiked white hair looked frazzled, a pointed tail flicking irritability behind them. Etched into a wooden block on the desk they were working at was a single name: Moxxie.

Moxxie was working diligently as always, his hooves dangling slightly off the ground from the sheer height of the chair. He had by this time removed the barrel of the gun, twisting it around to find what the problem had been during firing practice. His already agitated expression worsened as he spotted the unmistakable sticky pinkness of chewing gum stuffed into the muzzle.

“Chewing gum. CHEWING GUM?” Moxxie’s voice rose angrily, his tail beginning to lash behind him. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened. Blitzø had lent his weapon to that both metaphorical and literal bitch of a Hellhound, Loona. Considering only Blitzø had access to the weapon storage beside himself, it was obvious. Moxxie set the pieces aside, pinching the bridge of his nose as his anger built up inside him. Before he could explode a second imp entered the office, her black dress standing out amongst the cream coloring of the filing cabinets.

“There you are, Mox!” The imp, Millie, exclaimed. Her chipped tooth smile spread as she saw her husband, her black hair shifting from the bounce in her step. “I haven’t seen you all day! Loona was supposed to tell you Blitzø set up a company outing, but you never showed up..” She had been about to continue, but upon looking at Moxxie’s face that was twisted into fury, her eyes fell on the desk. The gum was visible, the female imp able to put two and two together rather easily. “Oh hun..”

Moxxie’s hands had clenched into fists at this point, the imp immediately turning loose his emotions when he saw it was Millie. “That- that- that UGH! Who does Loona think she is?” He ranted, throwing his hands in the air before grabbing onto his head and staring down at his weapon angrily. “She probably took it because she KNEW it was mine! And Blitzø, BLITZØ! Why would he let her have the keys? It doesn’t make sense! Why does a receptionist need access to the weapon storage?!”

Millie listened earnestly to the rant, a frown forming on her face. Loona probably hadn’t even told him about the outing to begin with. She stepped closer to her husband, an arm settling against his back so she could pull his head closer to herself. Afterwards, she ran her hand softly along his horns, shushing him all the while. “Shh, shh. No need to set yourself off again. It’s not worth it. You can fix it, you always do, my brilliant imp.”

Moxxie felt himself relax in the embrace of his wife. His shoulders lowered, his glares melting into a simple pout before eventually becoming a small smile. He reached up to grasp the hand that was holding him against Millie, placing it against his lips for a gentle kiss before leaning it against his cheek. He let his head tilt into her touch, his own claws cradling the gloved hand against himself. “You know I love you, right dear?”

“I love you too, sweetie.” Millie chuckled at the display, returning the kiss with an equally sweet one on her husband’s nose. She watched, pleased, as pink began to gather on his cheeks. He could dish out affection, but surely Moxxie couldn’t take it himself without becoming flustered. Her chuckle became a soft laugh, her hands shifting to cup Moxxie’s cheeks as he looked up innocently at her. “That’s my Mox. Now come on, songbird, I saved you some potato salad.” With that she urged Moxxie up, the two making their way towards the main foyer in eachother’s embrace.

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A Deal with the Devil [Baxter & Alastor]

A song fic based off a roleplay I did between Baxter and Alastor. The song is The Other Side from The Greatest Showman. Not really good at writing Alastor but I tried.＼(´▽｀*)/ . . .

Darkness enveloped the room, interrupted only by the dim light cast from the single room’s occupant. Their lure was lit, casting eerie shadows across the various machines and chemicals that were crammed into the small space. The occupant’s skin was an ash gray, their clothing consisting of a dark lab coat, long pants, rubber gloves, thick boots and a small fedora. Yellow goggles perched over tired blue eyes. The fins lining their face drooped, exhaustion weighing them down. How many days had Baxter been trying to perfect this experiment now? He was intelligent, no doubt, but he lacked supplies.

His suppliers had simply taken his money and ran. No one cared, it was Hell after all. This was possibly the lowest the anglerfish demon had ever been, but he refused to ask for help. Charlie was already doing enough by letting him use the hotel's basement as a labratory. He growled, his head hitting the table as another head ache began to form. Except this time, static seemed to follow. Baxter only had a few seconds to wonder what had caused it before he heard a soft chuckle.

The scientist jolted upright, spinning in his chair to face the much taller form of what could only be the Radio Demon. His eyes were a startling red, a yellowed smile stretching from ear to ear. A crimson pinstriped coat, matching dress pants and bow tie made the staff he was holding stand out. The tip was covered in a small microphone, the device seeming to be the source of the static. "Ah, my friend. Just the person I was looking for." He had been keeping an eye on Baxter for days now, noticing how much worse off he looked. It could be the perfect time to increase his ranks, when such a valuable asset was clearly at their wit's end.

"What do you want, Radio Demon?" Baxter scowled, having seen him here and there in the hotel. They had never interacted before this moment. Hell, Baxter rarely associated with the rest of the hotel employees. His eyes narrowed when Alastor grinned wider, holding a hand out to Baxter. The color around them seemed to melt away, leaving reality in a startling display of black and white.

"Right here, right now, I put the offer out. I don't wanna chase you down, I know you see it." Alastor's voice flowed through the room, almost as if it were a song. His hand was still outstretched, inviting the shorter demon to take it. "You run with me,  and I can cut you free. Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in."

Seeing as how Baxter was refusing to accept, Alastor pulled his hand back, humming softly. He snapped his fingers, the colors returning to the room, but much more vibrant and lively. "So trade that typical for something colorful!" He threw his head back and laughed, hearing the crack of his neck following. "And if it's crazy, live a little crazy! You can play it sensible, a king of conventional-" Alastor leaned foward so he was towering over Baxter, smiling as the anglerfish demon shot him a glare. "Or you can risk it all and see~"

"Don't you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play? 'Cause I got what you need. So come with me and take the ride, it'll take you to the other side!" Alastor didn't give Baxter a choice this time, pulling the shorter demon towards him with a twirl. "'Cause you can do like you do, or you can do like me-" He spun Baxter, who had immediately began to struggle against the contact.

Baxter found himself relieved of the Alastor’s clutches in that next moment, but he wasn’t free yet. He was caged, spot lights shining down on him out of no where as if he were a prized attraction at the circus. It was undoubtedly the Radio Demon's influence.

"Stay in the cage, or you finally take the key!" Alastor dangled a wispy green key in front of Baxter, but when the scientist grabbed it, the key vanished. "Oh, damn! Suddenly you're free to fly~ It'll take you to the other side." Alastor sang, watching as Baxter got to his feet with fire in his eyes.

"Okay, my friend, you wanna cut me in-" Baxter spoke, sarcasm dripping from his voice like venom. "Well, I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen." He got closer until he was standing directly by the bars, staring angrily at Alastor. "So thanks, but no. I think I'm good to go, 'cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in."

Baxter looked at his gloves, inspecting them as if they were more important than the situation at hand. "Now I admire you, and that whole show you do. You're on to something, really it's something." Of course he knew about the power the Radio Demon held. He had been in Hell when the deeds were broadcasted, but he knew he would never associate with someone so open and public with their killings. "But I live among the swells, and we don't pick up peanut shells." Baxter looked up. This time, he was smirking. "I'll have to leave that up to you."

The anglerfish demon reached into his lab coat, pulling out a device that faintly resembled a gun. "Don't you know that I'm okay with this uptown part I get to play? 'Cause I got what I need, and I don't wanna take the ride. I don't need to see the other side!" He pointed the gun at the bars, a red beam firing at the steel cage. The laser cut through the steel like butter, leaving a hole big enough for the scientist to step through. "So go and do like you do, I'm good to do like me!" He burst from the cage, eyes sparking triumphantly. "Ain't in a cage, so I don't need to take the key! Oh, damn! Can't you see I'm doing fine? I don't need to see the other side!"

Alastor clucked his tongue with disappointment, walking closer to Baxter once more. "Now is this really how you'd like to spend your days?" He looked to the corner, stocked high with brandy and unpaid bar tabs. "Whiskey and misery, and parties and plays?"

Baxter crossed his arms, scoffing softly. "If I were mixed up with you, I'd be the talk of the town." His head lowered, darkening the angered expression he wore. "Disgraced and disowned, another one of the clowns."

Alastor's expression lightened, the demon once more touching Baxter. This time, however, it was merely his shoulder. "But you would finally live a little, finally laugh a little.." He waved his hands as images of the mad scientist performing various experiments seemed to hover in the air. "Just let me give you the freedom to dream, and it'll wake you up, and cure your aching. Take your walls and start 'em breaking. Now that's a deal that seems worth taking!" He pulled back, his voice unusually calm. "But I guess I'll leave that up to you." Once again, Alastor held his hand out.

Baxter stared at the images for a moment. He recognized them. The first experiment he ever did in Hell, keeping a patient's head alive without the body for two weeks. The time he created a slime monster that had nearly destroyed the entirety of Pentagram city. The time he built a device that allowed him to teleport short distances to avoid running into other demons when all he needed was a glass of water. They were all successful, much better than what he was struggling with now.

Baxter suddenly felt tired. Tired of being overworked, tired of finding himself alone, tired of failing. He hesitantly took the Radio Demon's hand, giving it a firm shake. Light shined brightly from their entwined grasps, the scientist had to cover his eyes. When the light died down, he found himself feeling the weight of his work finally catching up to him. He sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I think I should head to bed."

“Yes, yes! Rest up, my friend.” Alastor smiled, watching as Baxter turned away to head up stairs. The thinnest traces of his power were still visible, a light red veil, invisible to Baxter, slowly sapping his strength. The fish demon yawned, rubbing his eyes under the goggles and mumbled in agreement. Once Baxter had fully left the room, Alastor’s smile grew sinister, a dark chuckle soon following. “I must take care of my cohorts. They’ll need to be at full strength very soon.” His eyes flashed red, the sound of static growing louder and louder as the Radio Demon vanished in a puff of red smoke. The only thing left behind was a small radio, ready to call on Baxter at a moment’s notice.

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Baxter: We’ve had this account for an entire day now. Are you going to upload my data like we planned?

Boxxie: Well you see.. I’m new to Tumblr and I have no idea what I’m doing.

Baxter: Not surprisingly, really.