Today was finally the day Blake would confess her love for Toki Wartooth.
She had been their private laundress for a few years now, starting out on a small internship from Harvard University. It was definitely difficult to adjust to working on (basically) a death machine, but being restricted to certain parts of Mordhaus and being unreasonably adequate at bleaching out blood secured her position quickly.
Her first encounter with Toki was when his puke-stained suit came shooting down to her laundry room after Pickles' brother Seth's wedding. As soon as she placed eyes on it she finally realized the approximate size of him, possibly how handsome he could actually be filling the suit out. It was a tough day ensuring that the rhythm guitarist's suit was in pristine condition that eventually she grew completely insane at how one small stain refused to disappear (looking back, it might have just been part of the stitching) she wound up bleaching the shit out of the three-piece ensemble.
Boy did she get wrung out for that. Which she didn't quite understand because Toki could've easily just bought another one.
Ever since that incident she had been very careful and tender with his garments. She especially enjoyed smelling his shirts. Toki had always been Blake's favourite Dethklok member, he was kind of cute and nice and would surely accept her pure love for him. She was incredibly happy to be in the same vicinity as him, and thought she would never have the opportunity to tell him in person of her love until today.
She would do it. She would finally get these feelings off her chest.
On an incredibly rare encounter, Blake ran into Toki in the hallway towards her laundry room. She stopped in her tracks as soon as she recognized who was walking towards her and nearly dropped the basket she was carrying.
"Y... y-y-y-you're T-T-T-T-T-Toki!" she cried out when he was a few feet from her.
"Yes, I ams Toki! And whos is yous?" he half shouted back, clearly inebriated or lost. Possibly both.
Blake was on the edge of tears, "My name is Blake and I do your landr-"
SPLORCH! An Ikea lamp had just fallen loose and landed heavily on Blake's head, crushing her skull completely. After twitching a few milliseconds she dropped the basket of sheets she was carrying and fell over in a pool of her own blood.
Toki stared at what he just witnessed and casually pulled out his death bell with a small jingle.
"Maybes now someones can comes and helps me outta' dis dumbs place..." he mumbled.