He was tired. Hell. He was done. Charles Foster Ofdensen was tired and done. Everything he had to take care of, everything he had to remember and everything he had to- oh god… here came another headache. Charles dropped his pen and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his glasses pushed way up on his brow. He couldn't keep doing this. Ever since the Revengencer attack, his time away, and ultimately his return from the beyond the grave things that had seemed out of place had started to come together. Combine that with just the day by day life style of keeping Dethklok alive and indirectly keeping the world running. Charles fixed his glasses and ran his hands through his hair, slightly misplacing it from its immaculately slicked style. He had found another gray hair. He was going to have to start dying his hair if this gray streak kept up. He needed help. Charles hated to admit it to himself, but if he was going to keep up with the forces against them he couldn't also keep up with Dethklok. If he was going to keep his boys safe he needed to find someone he trusted and who he knew wouldn't die within a few short hours. But who? Not someone who already worked for them, Klokateers who actually had the instincts to survive in the Dethkloks metal world were few and far between. None of them could be spared to act as a baby sitter for his boys. No Charles needed to look outside Mordhaus. Determined to find the right man he opened his personal laptop and began his search.

"dos you knew whys de robots call dis band meetings? 'cause I haves somes skanks ins my rooms-"

"yeahs whats ever Skwisgaar." Toki crossed his arms over his stomach.

"jees, Toki… what crawled up your ass and died?" Pickles chucked.

"Hey, that could be a cool song…" Nathan muttered. He pulled out his tape recorder and muttered unintelligible words in to it.

"this ams stupid. Makings us waits. Skwisgaar slouched even lower in his chair.

At that moment Charles; there ever faithful and capable butler, appeared. "Boys, I have something to tell you." Pickles and Nathan exchanged looks. Whenever the robot had something to tell them it was usually because they were in trouble. Charles continued "I, ah, have to first apologies to you boys. I know you want me to spend more time with you but I can't. And because of this you have started to act out again. Because I, ah, haven't been able to organize, ah, sufficient entertainment for you all." Charles shifted his glasses on his nose. "So I have taken the liberty of hiring an old trusted friend of mine to, ah, take my place. As you might say."

"God! If you don't want to hang out with us all you had to do was say so! You don't have to be a dick about it."Murderface spit his words as Charles, both literally and figuratively.

"I'm not trying to get away from you William. I just need some time to sort out your, ah, expenses. Remember when I wasn't around? Remember what it was like? I need to make sure that doesn't happen again." Charles spoke very slowly. "I need time and I can't give any more to you five I'm afraid."

"yeah yeah, what evers" Toki rolled his airplane around on the table. It was some German thing; the others didn't really care enough to think about it.

"So wait, you got us a nanny?" Pickles yelled. "That's totally not cool man!"

"Wait! A nanny! Not fucking brutal!-"

"I didn't get you a nanny, per say. Now whenever you want to go somewhere or you have a problem or anything really you go to her instead of me, this way I can get my work done and then maybe have time to spend with you. "Charles was getting tired of this. He had a time consuming job to get back to.

"It ams a women's! You ams gettingks us a nannies! That am snots okays!" Skwisgaar yelled angrily, his finger on his ever present explorer moving just a little slower and he fit together the unfamiliar English words.

"I don't want some dumb soul murdering bitch coming in here and telling me to tie my shoes! I'm just going to go die! Cause you obviously just don't want to hang out with me." Murderface began to sulk.

"Well Williams, it is quite possible that Aglaeca would like to hang out with you."

"Anglemekas? What's a lames name…" Skwisgaar muttered.

"It's not, ah, it's said Aglaeca, Skwisgaar."

"whatsevers." There was an awkward silence, one that often happened at these meetings.

"Well I have to go now boys, ah, my assistant will be here shortly and ill introduce her to you, ah, then. Goodbye." And with that Charles was gone.

"Did you see how he just ran off?" Murderface, once again, spat out.

"Yeah! That motherdouchebag! He doesn't wasn't to spend time with us and he's to much if a faggot to say something."

"Aw~ guys maybes our ams nannies will be nice! Like in da movies!" Toki smiled ,"its coulds happens!"

"I bet she's real old and ugly! Like some evil witch! She's probably gonna try to poison us!" Nathan paused, and pulled his recorder again and muttered about a nanny come to kill children.

"Yeah, but maybe… maybe… guys…. she's not!" Pickles was always the smart one, "what if she's a total babe!" he thought for a second. "What if she's like a 'safety slut'? And Charles if just too nerdy to know what he's doing."

"What's ams skaftey sluts?" If it was possible, Skwisgaars ears would have perked up.

Pickles continued,"yeah! I remember them! We had a few back in Snakes n Barrels! There like these skanks that don't got no critters in there junk and just sorta wait on the band all day! Like a maid that you also fuck! They get paid and everything! It's like there job or something…"

"It ams sounds likes somes kinds ofs supers groupies." Skwisgaar the ever skeptical.

"Well it's fucking awesome!" Pickles smiled his awkward crooked smile. One side of his lips a bit droopier than that other from too much smoking.

"Well whatever… I don't like it." Murderface pouted even lower in his chair. Just what he needed, another bitch to hang around the band and spread her legs for anyone but him? He didn't want any part of it. He glared and Skwisgaar. That asshole and his good looks, he didn't even have to do anything. Ladies just through themselves at him all for the chance to suck his dumb ass cock.

"What's ams you glaring at me for." Skwisgaar finally broke under the gaze of the bass player.

"Oh nothing Skwisgaar." William stood. "Well if that's all and were done here, I'm gonna go jack-off in my room. I'll see you dildos later." And he did exactly as he promised, leaving the meeting room with a loud slam of the heavy door.

Charles may or may not have lied to his boys. Their nanny as they had so expertly named her had arrived quite a few hours earlier and would be waiting in his office after she had finished off the needed paperwork. Charles smiled to himself and wondered how his old friend had changed over the long years. He really doubted he was that different, that's wasn't how she worked. She was the kind of person who changed the people around her to fit her world. It was going to be interesting to see what she did to his band. He hoped they could handle her.

The Dethklok CFO pushed open the oak door of his quarters and was greeted by the sight of Aglaeca nosing around his desk. "Didn't your mother teach you to keep your hands in your pockets?" Charles uncharacteristically laughed.

"Only when things were too pricey, this cheap shit you could get at fucking Wal-Mart." Aglaeca smiled. Charles walked over to her and held out his hand, she gave him a tight hug. "I've missed you, asshole." She pulled away and socked him one in the arm. "How long has it been? You look old." She smiled and sat in the guest chair and Charles made his way to the safe side if the desk. Nothing was missing. Hopefully.

"Longer than either of us are willing to admit. Something to drink? Brandy? Scotch? "Charles offered casually.

"Bourbon, if you have any." Aglaeca smirked, "and I'm not as old as you Charles, you were born old."

"Hmmm yes." Charles poured some of the heavy drink in a crystal glass. "Now business." Charles filled a balloon with some brandy and seated himself at his desk. "I need you to keep them happy."

"And by happy you mean."

"It means what it means. If there are smiles on Dethkloks faces that is your job." Charles shifted. "Now I'm not asking you to partake in anything, ah, unprofessional." Again he shifted.

"Aw, Charles, still so shy." Aglaeca smiled and flipped her long blonde hair. It had gotten quite long. And she was still so blonde; it hadn't dulled at all since he had seen her last.

"Ah yes. Still. "he took an awkward sip from him glass. "I wouldn't have called you if I didn't think you weren't the only one who could handle yourself around the boys." another drink. "In all its essence I'm hiring you to be their friend. They get tired of seeing each other all the time. And they aren't very good at making friends, and I think your will be enough to keep them happy. They are after all rather large and powerful children."

"I always knew you'd be a good father someday Charles." Aglaeca smiled flirtatiously again. It was just the way she was. Of yes she was a perfect match for his boys Charles assured himself. There was a comfortable silence. They just looked at each other remembering. "Do you still think about it?"

"Of course." Another silence. Another drink.

Aglaeca coughed. "So yes. Umm, about my Commute…"

Charles smiled to himself. "Yes back to business." He pulled out a manila envelope. "Inside is your Dethklok ID, and instructions. You will be picked up by a driver and driven here every day… yes, Klokateer #2323…. Your favorite number."

"You can't tell me you didn't do that on purpose. "Aglaeca smirked taking the file from Charles.

"When opportunity arises…"another sip of his brandy.

Another silence.

Another long drink.

"Shall we meet the band then?" Aglaeca emptied her glass and dropped it on Charles' desk.

"Yes lets."

Charles led the tall blonde woman out of the office.

There she was. Just lying there. Everything he had ever wanted in a woman. Tall, strong, confident, intelligent, talented. She was perfect and she was just lying there next to him, dreaming in the warm afterglow of a rather passionate session of love making. Charles smiled. He was going to marry her and his mind wouldn't me changed. It was about time he got married. All his friends were. He was 28 for god sakes! And she was just 23. Her favorite number. Women like to get married early didn't they? He ran his hands through the long blonde waves that fell over her face and shoulders. Dark gray-green eyes fluttered open.

"Charles." She smiled to herself. She had such a funny little mouth. Such a silly little smile. "what are you doing…"

"Nothing sugar." he kissed her forehead. "Just thinking." Yes. He was going to marry her. Soon he'd have his Ph.D.; he already had a name for himself as a financial genius. As soon as he got his final diploma he planned to get himself a high paying job, maybe being treasurer of some big company. Maybe the USA. Whatever he felt like it. And he would have Aglaeca at his side. Yes. That's what they both really wanted.