Hello, hello. I've recently been totally brain-washed by none other than Dethklok, so therefore I am going to start a fic.

I do not post new chapters often, and even less now, because I'm nearing the end of my senior year and am usually busy with school or friends. Also, I recently had a death in the family, so most of me wants to curl up on my bed and stare at the wall for hours.

BUT RIGHT NOW I'M NOT DOING THAT, AM I?

This is a fic that has a girl for each member of Dethklok. The main character is Maggie, and you'll see who she ends up with later. You can try to figure out who goes with who. :D

Enjoy.

Dethklok and other characters of Metalocalypse belong to Brendon Small and Tommy Blacha.

Maggie, Lucy, Lola, Orchid, and Angelica belong to me.

Margaret Explosion sighed as she looked at the newspaper article. The article in question was about none other than Dethklok. The lead singer of Dethklok, the greatest cultural force in the world, also the most destructive, was her twin brother. Nathan Explosion.

It was difficult for most people to realize the two weren't identical twins. Nathan was a 6' giant with long slick black hair and sea green eyes. Maggie was an averagely built girl of 5'3 with dark brown shaggy hair (with dyed caramel-colored sections underneath) and hazel eyes. They looked almost nothing alike, although you could tell they were related.

She giggled as she read more into the article, learning about the tragedy that was the release of their Coffee Jingle. The ironic thing was that she was drinking Duncan Hills coffee at that moment.

"OW! Mother fucker!" Maggie pulled away sharply from the source of the pain, her temporary hairdresser. When I say temporary, I mean that this hairdresser only gets a hold of Maggie's noggin during photo shoots and other modeling gigs. Usually, Maggie does her own hair, but her manager won't allow it for such events.

"Sorry, sweetie, the iron slipped," Enrique apologized half-sweetly and half-sarcastically. Maggie glared at the homosexual Latino-American through the mirror and huffed angrily.

"Did it on purpose…" she whispered quietly. At that, Enrique pulled roughly on a small section of her hair. "What the fuck, man! Can you not finish my hair without mortally wounding me first? Christ."

"Nope," Enrique smiled viciously.

"Enrique, stop torturing her." Thank Zeus, that fucker finally decided to show. Maggie's manager and slight father-figure was walking towards them, and Enrique's face fell.

"Puta de mierda que se merece, ella es sólo famosa por su gigantede un hermano." At this comment, Maggie jumped out of her chair and swirled around so quickly the chair she had been sitting in spun wildly.

"Wanna fuckin' repeat that?" She started to raise her fist at the terrified man but her manager, Mr. Jensen, stopped her.

"Maggie, go finish your own hair and make sure you're proper for the shoot." Maggie started to protest, but the look in his eye made her shiver, and she almost ran for her dressing room. "Now, Enrique. If you value your life, and your job, usted no va a insultarla de nuevo, no importa qué. Ella es nuestro cliente más preciado. Si la perdemos, perdemos miles de dólares, que vendrán directamente de su cheque de pago. Understand?" Enrique nodded quickly and began apologizing shakily in Spanish.

"Good."

Maggie sighed as she shut the door to her dressing room and leaned back onto the door, shutting her eyes.

"Why did I become a fucking model?"

"Because people want to bang you," Maggie heard her friend Angelica's voice come from the other side of the room.

Maggie opened her eyes and let them trail over to Angelica without moving her head. "Hey, Ange."

Angelica was a petite girl of 5'1. Her long brown hair was parted at the far side, where her long bangs started as they swooped across her forehead. As usual, she was dressed in a black band tee and a pair of torn skinny jeans, her black thick-framed glasses crooked and her black and purple Osiris shoes worn to the sole.

Angelica smiled as she took another swig of Maggie's favorite whiskey and tossed the open bottle over to her. Maggie caught the bottle with little difficulty and took a huge swig as she waltzed over to her mirror.

"Time to get pretty for the dumb masses."

"Who's a dumbass?" came Orchid's voice from the bathroom. Maggie rolled her eyes and laughed, "You are, fuckhead."

Orchid had a slightly rounder build, but proportioned in a way that was quite attractive. Her dyed gray hair was always a mess, and her gray eyes always hid behind her Buddy Holly-like glasses. Maggie guessed she's dressed in her usual attire of a cardigan over a black band tee, skinny jeans of any sort, and worn out TOMS. "Is it just you two here, or is the whole gang using my facilities and consuming my beverages whilst I'm away?"

"I vote for option two, ma'am," spoke Lola, bursting into the room. Lucy followed in quietly behind her, chuckling lightly.

Lola was a tall girl, built like an Olympian. Her body screamed 'I can kick your ass so well', but her face was like a puppy's. Her long curly brown and red hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and she was dressed in a Beatles hoodie with a regular pair of jeans and an old pair of Vans.

Lucy was a shorter, pleasantly plump redhead with sky blue eyes and freckles dotting her face. Her thin framed glasses sat on her button nose, and she was dressed in an anime-inspired tee and flared jeans with a pair of black flats.

"Fuck, guys. I finally get a shoot to do after months of waiting and you all show up to possibly ruin it."

"You know you love us," Ange joked and bounced up from the couch, "Plus, this shoot isn't the coolest shoot ever. It's just Hot Topic."

Maggie laughed and shook her head, "Honestly, I wouldn't mind. I think my manager is just using me because of my brother."

"Who wouldn't? You're Nathan Explosion's twin sister."

"Yeah, well, you know my whore of a hairdresser?"

Lola laughed loudly, "The one that tries too hard to be gay?"

At that, Orchid, who had entered the room shortly before that and was drinking a coke, spit her drink all over the trashed furniture in front of her. She then burst into obnoxious yet contagious laughter, and we all joined in.

I quit laughing as if my off button had been pushed and replied, "Yeah, that one."

"What about him?" Angelica asked, leaning against the wall, obviously bored.

"Well I learned general Spanish because of him, and I overheard Jensen talking to him. I'm their treasure, to put it simply. I would love to just quit, but this job is what keeps the five us living in that house. Our home."

Orchid snorted, "That house is trash. No matter what we're pretty much fucked. You're stuck in a fucking rut, Lu only got hired at Burzum's for her giant tits," Lucy blushed deeply at this and looked down, "Lola is basically a stripper," Orchid dodged a pillow from Lola's direction after she said this, "and both Angelica and Lucy can't seem to get their books published. The whole band thing we tried completely failed, because everyone compared us to Dethklok. We're fucked."

Maggie stared into the mirror, pouting. "When you put it that way, this whole ordeal just feels shittier."

Lucy spoke up, "Why don't you talk to Nathan about living arrangements? I'm sure he wouldn't let his own sister star-"

"No," Maggie broke her off, "I'm not begging him for mercy. We can fix this. I know we can."

The other four stared at her with a doubtful look.

"…Stop fuckin' starin' at me."

So there's the introduction to my girls. They are all based off of me and my friends.

I'm going to be putting them in along with the show, starting after the first episode of the first season. But they don't meet up 'til later on.

I used Google translate for the Spanish, so I'm sorry if it's actually incorrect. I don't know a lick of Spanish.

"Fucking bitch deserved it, she's only famous because of her behemoth of a brother."

"You will not insult her again, no matter what. She is our most precious client. If we lose her, we lose thousands of dollars, which will come straight out of your paycheck."

Reviews are greatly appreciated.