New Traditions Author: Dragonzfire718
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Pickles/Toki
Warnings: Mentions of slash, Humor (if you count that as a warning...lol)
Summary: Just something short, dumb and sweet for Halloween.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They belong to Brendon Small and I'm just borrowing them to have my way with them, then returning them
It was the night before Halloween and like all holidays (and days in general) was basically ignored in Mordhaus. The band, save for Toki, could normally care less. For Toki, the only reason he even liked Halloween was because of the candy.
Pickles walked the halls of Mordhaus. He was on his way to the kitchen to get a fresh bottle of whiskey. He pushed open the swinging doors and took a step, only to stop dead in his tracks and stare at the sight before him. There, in the middle of the kitchen, on the table, stood none other than Toki Wartooth and William Murderface. They were working together carving pumpkins.
Pickles was snapped out of his momentary shock as the swinging door swung back and hit him on the ass, causing him to let out a very un-metal squeak, drawing the attention of his two band mates. Toki was the first to look up from his pumpkin.
"Wowies Pickle, that was really unmetals."
Murderface also looked up from stabbing his pumpkin to look at Pickles. "That wash not brutal dude."
Pickles glared back at them. "I wouldn say tha carvin pumpkins is all that metal doods."
Murderface just shrugged his shoulders and stabbed his pumpkin one last time. "Whatever." And with that he walked out of the kitchen, leaving Toki and Pickles alone.
Pickles grabbed a bottle of booze then walked over to Toki and his pumpkins. Toki looked up at Pickles excitedly. "Does you wants to helps me carves dese punkims Pickle?'
Pickles took a swig of the amber liquid in his bottle and looked up at Toki. "Nah kid. I'm naht one fer traditions."
"Buts that's the fun parts abouts Halloweenies Pickle."
Pickles put his bottle down and got up from his seat, looking at Toki seductively. He slowly walked behind him, placing his hands on Toki's hips. "How about we start a new tradition kid?"
Toki dropped the un sharp, child carving knife and turned in Pickles arms, throwing his own around Pickles' neck. "Wowies Pickle! Cans we really start our owns traditions?"
Pickles smirked. "Sure kid. Were Dethklok. We could do anythin we want."
Toki smiled brighter than he ever had and grabbed Pickles hand as he dragged him out of the kitchen and to his bedroom, for a new Halloween tradition.
