Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the show Metalocalypse. The characters in this story that are not part of the show are of my own.
Summary: Kay is the lead singer of another popular band, Half Breed. A chance encounter has her head spinning as events unforeseen unravel. A portion of a prophecy comes into light, as the situation changes. But could this all be for the better? And what exactly is 'The White Mystic?'
Ch.1
Kay took a drag of her cigarette, inhaling the smoke deep in her lungs, and breathed out, trying to exhale all her stress and worry. She stamped out the cherry in the ashtray and stood up from the table out front of the coffee shop she had stopped at. Kay looked back at the table she was leaving to make sure she had everything with her, and then felt herself run into a person. She squeaked from shock and bounced back from the body.
"I'm so sorry," she proclaimed to the person.
"'Ey, sorry," the person Kay ran into replied back, a thick north-western accent heavy on their voice.
Kay looked up at the person, seeing sneakers and black jeans, then a black sleeveless shirt over the skinny person. Red hair in long dreadlocks over the shoulders and back. She finally looked up at the face and realized who she had run into.
"Oh my," Kay began. "You're Pickles, from Dethklok."
"Yeah…" he replied melancholy. Kay realized she might have hit a sore subject, given that Dethklok had just given a public announcement that they were disbanding just the other day. "What's your name?"
"Kay," she replied. "Umm…" she began, reaching for something to soothe the subject. "I'm sorry I ran into you, wasn't paying attention. Let me buy you a cup of coffee," she offered with a small smile. The drummer of the most popular band in the world looked her in the eye and smirked.
"Sure," he accepted. "I'll take a coffee." Kay waved a finger to him, to signal to wait a moment, as she went back into the coffee shop and ordered two more coffees.
With her hands and arms full, she walked back outside and was happy to note that Pickles hadn't left. As she handed him one of the cups, her notebook that had been clutched in her arms slipped and fell open on the ground. Pickles bent down and picked up the book, peering inside.
"What's this?" he asked as he started reading the contents inside. Kay felt a groan deep in her throat and her face flush a little.
"It's nothing," she said, hoping that he would just hand back the notebook.
"Wait, wait, wait," he stopped Kay as she tried to reach for the notebook. "Are these song lyrics?"
Kay sighed and bent her head to the ground. She set her stuff back on the table she had used not too long ago, and the drummer sat down across from her.
"Yes," she proclaimed. "Those are lyrics. I'm in a band."
Pickles closed the notebook and handed it back, taking his cup of coffee and drinking some of it. Kay took the notebook back and pulled out her pack of cigarettes. She took my initial drag of it and held her breath for a bit, enjoying the calming effect the small stick had.
"Those lyrics weren't bad," Pickles complimented.
Kay's eyes shot up to him instantly, almost disbelieving the comment she heard. She felt her heart give a sharp pound in her chest and instantly go back to its steady rhythm.
"Oh, thanks," she said, her voice sounding flustered. "I Gotta say, I was not expecting anyone to read those. Those were going to get scrapped."
"Oh?" Pickles questioned. "Why's that?"
Kay giggled, taking a small drag of the cigarette.
"I'm just trying to figure out some things. I find that if I write, I clear my mind better."
"Well, what's wrong?" he asked, catching Kay off guard. She blinked a few times at him, dumbfounded at his curiosity. Every time any of the band members of Dethklok were interviewed, it seemed that they were only interested in themselves, and not others.
"Well," she started. "My drummer is sick. Doctor's orders; she's not to leave the bed for anything. But we're supposed to be recording our new album. If we don't find someone to fill in, we're going to miss our deadline."
"Jeez, that sucks," Pickles said, drinking his coffee. As Kay watched him drink, she got a wild hair and decided to run with it.
"Hey, if you're not busy, would you be willing to fill in?" she asked, leaning forward across the table. "It would only be a couple of songs, to get us back on track."
Pickles put his drink back down on the table and rolled his eyes around, thinking of Kay's offer.
"Well, I don't know," he said.
"We've got the songs laid out already. We just need to do a whole run through. And given that you're one of the best drummers alive, it should be a piece of cake." she said, trying to stroke his ego a little in hopes that it would work.
"What do I get outta this?" he asked.
"Whatever you want," Kay said. "You'll be given credit on the album. And if its money you want, I'll write a check."
"Booze?" he asked.
"Booze?" she repeated in kind. "If you want to drink, then I can get you anything."
"Sure, I'll help ya out," Pickles responded with a smirk.
Kay squealed in excitement, jumping up from her seat and running over to him, giving him a hug where he sat.
"Thank you!" she exclaimed. "I really appreciate this."
"No problem. So, when do you need me to play?" he asked.
"Well, I was actually on my way to meet up with the girls. If you want, you can come with me now and we can get started."
With a shrug of his shoulders, Pickles stood from the chair and began walking with Kay down the streets. While they walked, he motioned to her cigarette for one himself. She happily obliged, handing him a stick and lighting it.
"So," Kay began, curiosity getting the better of her. "It's true? Dethklok is breaking up?"
Pickles took a long drag of the cigarette, looking down at the ground and began shuffling his feet. Slowly, he exhaled the smoke, never looking up, and took a deep breathe.
"Yeah, we're done. It's over."
"What happened?" she asked. "You guys seemed closer than any other band I've seen. You're music is great, too."
"Well, I just got tired. It's just time."
Kay nodded in understanding.
"So, I hear you're going into wine production?" she asked for clarification.
"Yeah," he responded melancholy. "I'm havin' some issues though. I was takin' a walk to think."
"I see. Well, I hope the wine goes well. I'll definitely get some when it goes on sale." Kay looked over at Pickles and smiled. He finally looked up to her and smirked back.
They reached the studio that Kay and her band used and went in. On the outside the building looked like the Victorian style houses seen in San Francisco, and there were others around this building that looked the same. But the interior of the studio had been renovated to serve fully as a recording studio and a practice area.
Around the sound board sat three of the band members. They were talking amongst themselves, most likely their recent concerns about falling behind schedule. They quieted down and turned to the newcomers when they heard the door open and close at their arrival. Then, they grew completely silent as they saw that Kay had company with her. She looked at her three band mates and saw them look at her, then to Pickles, then back to her, and back to Pickles, and so forth. Kay rolled my eyes at them.
"Hey girls," she said to them.
The tallest girl, a dirty blonde with a short bob hairstyle, brown eyes, and a tomboyish disposition stood up tall from leaning against the soundboard and looked at Kay fully.
"Kay," the tomboy began. "Is this…" she trailed off.
Kay sighed. "Yes, this is Pickles, the drummer of Dethklok. And it's good to see you Amara. My coffee break was nice, thank you for asking," she joked sarcastically. "Pickles, these are some of my band members. This is Amara," she motioned to the tomboy who smirked back at them. "That's Maggie," she motioned to a girl with straight black hair that fell to her shoulders and grey eyes. Maggie sat in the chair in front of the soundboard, but twirled around in her chair to look at them. "And that's Trista," Kay motioned to a tall girl with hair as black as Maggie's, but with a blue undertone, that reached past her hips, and green eyes. Trista smiled sweetly over to Kay and waved to Pickles.
"Hey guys," Pickles waved back.
"Did you take out an ad for a backup drummer?" Maggie snarkily asked. Kay rolled her eyes at Maggie.
"I ran into him while I was at the coffee shop," she explained. "Literally."
"Literally?" Trista questioned. Kay sighed.
"Yes. I ran into him as I was walking away. But, he said he would help us with our music!" Kay proclaimed excitedly.
Amara nodded her head in understanding, not smiling, but not scowling. Trista beamed happily and giggled. Maggie just sat in her chair by the soundboard. Kay saw Maggie reach up and flip the switch to the soundboard on. It was the only indication that she was accepting of these turn of events.
Kay motioned for Pickles to follow her as the girls got the recording room setup. The two walked over to the practice area and Kay explained the music to him a bit.
"Now, I know you're used to playing death metal, but we're not a death metal band, so not too heavy on the drums. The girls and I will play some stuff so you can get an idea."
Pickles just nodded to her, but she had a feeling he didn't quite understand. Kay giggled and got up real quick, going over and grabbing a disk. She played the disk in a player that was nearby and let Pickles take in the sound. After a couple songs were finished, she looked at Pickles to see if he was still up for helping.
"So?" she asked. He had this pondering look in his eyes, like he was trying to figure something out, and it was just out of reach.
"It sounds… familiar," he said slowly.
Kay shot up straight. She was almost afraid of him finding out why the songs she played sounded familiar. Just then, Amara walked up to them, a pair of drum sticks in her hand.
"I'll show him what to play," she said coolly. Amara and Pickles walked over to the drum set and began getting familiar with the songs they would be playing.
Kay walked over to Trista and Maggie, who were by the soundboard. Trista had her guitar in her hands and she tuned it as she looked at Kay and smiled. Kay looked at Maggie and saw that she was now smirking.
"So, you literally ran into him," Maggie said, skeptically. Kay sighed and rolled her eyes. Both Maggie and Trista laughed. On the other end of the room they heard the tapping of the drums being played as Amara played out the drum beats.
Kay took the time to warm up her vocal chords, loosening them up, and to get her body over the jitters she realized she had. She did a few scales, and shook her arms and legs, rolling her head around to ease the tight muscles under her skin. Kay did a few more vocal exercises, trying to focus on getting these few songs done, and not worry about a mega star a few scant yards away, willing to play the drums for their music. And for some reason, that thought made the butterflies in her stomach rouse from their sleep. She tried to push everything from her mind. She knew that the moment they went into the room and the music started, she would be able to focus solely on the songs.
After a bit of time, Amara and Pickles came back to the rest.
"He's got the basics," Amara explained. "It'll fully click when he hears the rest of the music." They all nodded their heads to each other, moving to set up the sound room.
