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Title: Good Nights Stories

Rating: PG-13 (mainly due to some bad words)

Characters: The entire Dethklok gang

Warning: Fail attempt at accent dialogue.

Summary: Toki is sick and the rest of the band agree to spend some time with him and tell him a story. Hey, it was either that or work on the new album.

AN: I tried to make this story fun and not serious, so hopefully you guys enjoy it. Originally posted on the Dethklok livejournal community, but just in case some of you don't go there here it is. Next part is being written now. :D

The good news was that Toki was no longer contagious and it was safe for him to have visitors again. The bad news was that he still felt like crap, eating anything other than crackers made him puke, and still no one had even attempted to see how he was doing the entire time he was sick, contagious or not.

Being sick with four other guys was a bonding experience. Being sick alone was just plain lonely.

Being holed up in his room for so long didn't help him feel less lonely either. The moment Toki told Charles he wasn't feeling well he was promptly banished to his room, where Dokateers later came in and confirmed he was sick. Since then, he was sentenced to a life, or a few weeks, of isolation in his small room. His only visitors were the Dokateers who periodically checked his status, Klokateers who either cleaned up after his messes or gave him food. Charles stopped by once every few days, just to check up on his bread and butter, but none of them stayed very long or spoke a lot.

Suffice it to say, if Toki was a sim his social bar would be red and a huge yellow rabbit would be paying him a visit right about now.

So, when Toki heard his bedroom door open and saw his band mates shuffle in he was beyond ecstatic.

"Oh wowee! You guys cames to see me!"

There was a bit more shuffling while they all walked over to the Norwegian, who was sitting on his bed with his blanket wrapped around him.

"Yeah, um, Charles made us see you. Said we had to, you know, spend time with you." Nathan said while fiddling with the bottom of his shirt.

"Ja, and anyways, it ams no funs onlies having Moidaface to picks on." Skwisgaar quickly plucked away at his ever present Gibson while looking smugly towards the now angry Murderface. The two of them bickered for a few more minutes back and forth until Pickles turned towards Toki.

"So," he started but stopped until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Anything we can do to make you feel better?"

"Wells, sometimes… um sometimes whens I was littles and didn'ts feels well, um. Neverminds." Toki looked away from the four pairs of eyes staring at him. What he wanted wasn't very metal and he didn't want them to think he was a little baby and leave.

"Ah, come ahn!" Pickles prodded. "You can tell us."

"Yeah, we are giving you one free pass. Since your sick." Nathan added.

"Ja, besides it was eithers this or workings ons da albums. Pffft. So we ams doings lesser of da evils."

Toki smiled, letting the blanket fall from his shoulders as he grabbed his Deddy-bear.

"Go ahn Toki."

"Well, when I was littles and reallies sick, sometimes my moms woulds comes to my beds when father was sleepings and tells me a good nights stories."

"Let me get thish straight," Murderface said, arms crossed over his large stomach. "You want ush to tell you a bed time shtory?"

"Yup!"

"Even though itsh the middle of the day?

"Yup!"

"Gay."

Nathan promptly hit Murderface in the arm and gave him a look that said "shut the fuck up, we have to do this to make Charles get off our backs about the new album and if you mess this up by upsetting Toki who tells Charles we didn't make him feel better and I get chewed out for it then I will totally kill you, serve your corpse to your grandparents without telling them it was you until they finished every last bite and then go soak in the hot tub filled with your blood." Yeah, Murderface shut his mouth and Pickles and Skwisgaar both kept their complaints to themselves.

"Okays, so does anyones no's how to do da tellings of da good nights stories?" Skwisgaar finally asked, once Nathan resumed his normal glare. Everyone just shrugged and continued to stare at each other.

Sighing, Nathan went towards the door and poked his head out. Looking down the hall he motioned for one of the passing Klokateers over.

"Yes, my lord?" the hooded gear asked, standing in front of Nathan.

"Bring us a couple chairs and beer. Lots of beer." he said to the Klokateer who immediately nodded and turned to get what his Lordship asked of him. "Wait! Bring chips too, and whatever Toki can eat that won't cause him to vomit everywhere."

Once everything was brought and beer and chips (or ginger ale and crackers in Tokis case) were distributed and Nathan, Skwisgaar, and Murderface all had chairs (Pickles content on the bed with Toki) they went back to the situation at hand.

"Sho, what kind of shtory do you want to hear?" Murderface asked, trying to hold in any mean remarks.

Toki shrugged. "Ones with a happies endings maybies."

Outside they all nodded and looked as if they were all trying to think up a good story to tell. On the inside they were all complaining about how unmetal this all was. But if it got them out of working on the album the so be it!

"Oh! Doods, I got it! I'll tell ya tha story 'bout Sleepin Beauty. It's still fresh in my mind." Pickles exclaimed, taking a victory sip of his beer.

"Uh, permits me to says this Pickle, but isn't Sleeping Beauties a Dis-knees movies?" Skwisgaar asked, guitar forgotten momentarily.

"Yeah, so why is it fresh? In your mind?" Nathan was suddenly wondering when his band mates became so unmetal. He quickly looked between Murderface and Skwisgaar and hoped to all that was metal that the next thing out of their mouths were not that they were taking up knitting or exchanging make-up tips with the lady gears.

"Okey, funny story." Pickles sat back on the bed, back resting against the wall and legs dangling off the edge, and then squirmed around until he was comfy before continuing. " Last night, after everyone went to their rooms, I got a little high in my own room. No big deal. While watchin some T.V. tha remote started talkin shit to me, sayin he was a better drummer and all this other stuff! Can ya believe that? I tried to ignore him, but then tha douche bag said he was gunna replace me. ME! So, I threw him across tha room. Upon doing so it changed tha T.V. to tha Disney Channel and Sleepin Beauty was just startin. And I just didn't feel like getting up."

"Wow, you think you know a remote and then he goesh and triesh to replacshe you." Murderface shook his head and took a thoughtful gulp of his beer wondering if his remote wanted to replace him. But that would be silly…

The others just stared at Pickles for a moment, before shrugging it off as a Pickles thing.

"Wells I nevers heards of Sleeping Beauties before," Toki said.

"Ugh, fine. But you have to make it METAL!" Nathan emphasized metal by crushing his empty beer can in his hand and throwing it to the ground.

"Okey, okey! Is everyone comfy?" Pickles waited until everyone (sans Toki) had a fresh beer in hand and giving him their attention. Well, excepted Skwisgaar who was playing his guitar and looking down at the floor as if he was willing it to swallow him and take his someplace else. He wasn't even pretending to pay attention. Talk about rude.

Pickles smirked while looking at Skwisgaar, then turned to Toki who was clutching his bear and staring at the redhead with wide child-like eyes.

"In a faraway land long ago lived a Queen who never wanted a child but was impregnated anyway. A princess was born and she called him Skwisgaar."

TBC