Loona quickly rushed to her closest, and she grabbed a sawed-off shotgun. She pointed the gun at the angel and he threw his hand in the air.

"Don't shoot," said the angel

"Who are you?" said Loona

"I'm Moxxie and I'm an angel."

"Ha, yeah, right."

"Then how do you explain this?" Moxxie quickly pointed to his wings, and it moved

"Some mechanical wings, alright, next question is, why are you in my home?"

"To see if you were okay after that failed robbery, and also your room is messy."

Loona still pointed the shotgun at him and she asked, "How did you know about the robbery?"

Moxie gulped and tried to pick his words carefully.

"I helped stop it."

"Huh?"

"You see, I called the police and stopped that robber from shooting you."

"And why would you do that?"

"It's simple, Loona, I'm your guardian angel."

Loona lowered the gun and had a dumbfounded face with the information that Moxxie told her. She processed the info and came up with this idea.

"This is a drunken dream. I need to sleep this off."

"Um…Yes you should. All of this has been a dream and you need to sleep and forget about it."

"You're right about that, Toxi." Loona put the shotgun back to the closet, and she went back to bed.

"It's Moxxie."

"Whatever, see you never."

Loona falls asleep and in the morning she'll forget about the angel.

…

Loona woke up. She felt groggy, and the hangover was not helping her. She went to the bathroom, went to the medicine cabinet, grabbed a bottle of headache medicine. Loona opened it up, took out two pills and swallowed them. With the headache taken care of, she does her daily routine of brushing her teeth, combing her gray hair, and other things.

She changes into a black rave top crop top shirt, black pants, and white boots. Loona walked out of her room and she went straight to her crappy coffee maker to get a fresh cup of black coffee. Loona started her coffee making with a few hits on the side and the coffee maker made her black coffee. She poured into a red coffee mug that had a picture of a werewolf.

With the taste of black coffee in her mouth, Loona thought about what she had to do for the day. As she took another sip, a beam of light came in the middle of the living room, and from the light, it was Moxxie, who was adjusting his bowtie and didn't notice Loona was right behind him.

"I hope this day wouldn't be as troublesome as yesterday," said Moxxie

No, no, this can't be happening, Loona thought

Moxxie Looked behind him and saw Loona staring at him.

He made a nervous laugh,"Um you see me."

"Yes, I do."

"Crap basket."

"This can't be happening. There's got to be an explanation."

"I hope there is one, if you can see me."

"You shut up. You're just a figment of imagination or I finally lost it."

"No, I'm your guardian angel."

"Please, if you are, then you are a shit one of how my life is going."

"I should clarify. I'm your new guardian angel."

"What? And where is my old one?"

"He retired and wasn't up for the job anymore."

Before Loona asked about that, her phone went off. Loona went to her bedroom to see a bunch of text messages from her friend. The text said.

"Loona, I need your help. Get your ass at my house now."

She groaned and looked at Moxxie, "I'm going to my friend's house and I don't want you following me."

"But."

"Just fly back to heaven or the back of my mind."

Loona quickly grabbed her things and left her apartment, leaving Moxxie standing alone.

Moxie sighed and said, "I am so getting questions about this from my boss." Moxie spread his wings. He opened one of the apartment windows and flew off after Loona.