Sup? Nothing much to say but this is my first Dethklok story and that I hope you enjoy.

Brutal Prologue

"Hey Charlie! You ask'd to see me, eh?" Pickles poked his head into Charles office, wiping sweat of his forehead. Charles nodded and continued writing something up on his desk, telling Pickles to hold on for a few minutes. After a few moment he finally looked up at Pickles and handed him a couple of papers. Pickles took a look at them and swore under his breath slightly.

Charles raised an eye brow at him and seen the Klokateer guarding the door out at his the redheads silent plea. "Child Support Pickles?" Pickles nodded and rubbed the back of his head. "Is she-" "Yea their mines Charles! I was there throughout it all man. I explained to her that I couldn't be there but offered to send money in exchange for updates and stuff, you know, like, pictures, photos, letters."

Charles nodded and sighed. "Why didn't you discuss this with me when we started? Instead of sneaking around? If I hadn't called you here I would've just stopped all payments without your consent." Pickles shrugged and glanced out the window and the unusual clear day. "So why did you call me up here?"

Ofdensen rubbed the bridge of his nose and handed Pickles a pamphlet. "Another rehab- oh. Geeze dood lay it on me at once why don't you?" The pamphlet was an obituary with a picture of a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes surrounded by flowers "In Loving Memory: Karen Marshall 1975 – 2000. Aw Charlie, you didn't have to do this- wait, who the hell has my kids?! I swear if it's my parents I'll fucking kill them." Charles typed something into his computer and shook his head.

"Worse, it's your brother Seth. You can go claim them any time until a week after the funeral, which is tomorrow. I have taken the liberty of having a suit made for you and reserving a hotel room in Tomahawk. Or would you rather stay in Merrill where the funeral in being held?" Pickles said Merrill without hesitation and Charles made the necessary changes. "Do you mind if Toki and Skwisgaar accompany yourself and I? Nathan and Murderface are attending a press conference in Vienna and will be there until the following week."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I dun care. Those guys aren't that bad, a hell of lot smarter than we give them credit for too. I'll go tell them now so they can pack." Charles nodded and when Pickles left the Klokateer stationed outside the door came back in only to be dismissed by Charles again. He opened a locked drawer on his desk and took out a small photograph sighing.

Brutal

/n/ How long is pickles is going to be gone? We have twenty more reps to go through/n/

/s/ Pickles will be back when Ofdensen tells him whatever he has to tell him and what are you going on about twenty more reps? We have been exercising all damn day Toki! /s/

/n/ No we have not! Don't be such a sissy, you're the one always complaining on how you keep getting fatter and fatter…/n/

/s/ Oh no no no no no! Don't you put this on me! Pickles started it, I just commented on it, and you turned it into this giant thing. The fat is gone Toki. Can we can stop exercising! /s/

/n/ Says you! The minute you stop is the second you get fatter! So I'm the bad guy who want to keep his friends healthy? Is that it? FINE! /n/

Pickles walked into the living room to see Skwisgaar at each other's throat, shouting, in their respective languages at each other. "Guys, Me and Charlie are taking a trip to Wisconsin and you in or what? We're leaving in a couple of minutes and yea, you know." Toki happily jumped up and nodded profusely. "Waits a minutes, why is you and Ofdensen takings a trip to Wisconsin?" Pickles was going to answer when Toki glared at him. "Whys must you just not go along with it Skwisgaar? Must you always look gift pony in the mouths?"

"It's gift horse dood and just be packed and out by the Dethchopper in ten."

Toki dragger Skwisgaar up to their floor to get themselves packed while Pickles did the same. 'Clothes: check. Toiletries: check. Booze: check. Weed: check. Charlie can take care of the rest.' Pickles looked around his room and noticed that a Klokateer came in and cleaned it up again as it looked as it did when he first came to Mordhaus, clean with new furniture and linen. Pickles tossed his suitcase to a waiting Klokateer and sat on his bed, holding his head in his hands. He looked at a photograph on the floor in front of him.

Karen stood staring back at him holding a little curly redhead with green eyes and a young toddler with blond hair and what appeared to be amber eyes. Turning it over she had wrote 'To daddy with love from his girls Karen, Samantha, and Allison; miss you!' A knock at his door broke him out his trance. "It's open, man." Ofdensen poked his head in and asked Pickles if he packed a winter coat.

"You do know that it's winter in Wisconsin right about now don't you?" Pickles sighed and got up to rummage through his closet when Charles tossed a brand new winter coat at him. Pickles tossed a half-smile at Charles and tugged on the coat. Charles walked over and picked up the photograph gazing at it. "Is this them?" He read the note on the back and handed it back to him, Pickles placed it in one of the coats numerous inside pockets.

"Samantha stopped calling me daddy after she heard Karen call me Pick-Pick.-" A slight sniggering was heard from the other side of the door, Charles opened it and Skwisgaar fell onto the floor sniggering; Toki over him shaking his head. "Sorries Pickles…" Pickles waved off Toki's apology and watched Skwisgaar render his laughter under control. "Are you done yet Skwisgaar? Are you? Because I have to go get my kids, Yea' I got kids whoop-de-fucking-do"

Skwisgaar sat up and wiped the remaining tears from eyes. "No, you misunderstood my laughing. I'm not laughing at the fact you have kiddies. I is laughing at that what is being so secretive about it. I have kiddies of my own. Twins back in Sweden. They live with their mother; she's is Norwegian, don't ask me what I was thinking." Toki shoved Skwisgaar and joined everyone in thinking.

"Did you just say you have twin children Skwisgaar?" Charles looked down right annoyed while Pickles just stared. "Is you having hearing problems now Ofdensen? Yes a boy and girls. Mother never told me their names but they is mine, I made sure of that." Ofdensen cut his eyes at Skwisgaar who only shrugged. "Shouldn't we bes goings to Wisconsins now?"

They made their way to the Dethchopper in silence as the tension between Ofdensen and Skwisgaar was unbearable to the point where Pickles dragged Toki away saying they're going to check out the Chopper.

The Dethchopper was a new one designed by Charles himself with Nathan and Pickles. It was actually a replica of their living room with rooms aboard it pertaining to their individual rooms at Mordhaus. Toki and Pickles stood waiting on the platform for Charles and Skwisgaar to show up.

"What ams they names Pickles?" "Huh-what? Oh, the eldest one is Samantha and they younger one is Allison. Do you have any kids we should know about Toki, heh?" Toki shook his head rapidly but showed a picture of two light haired blond twins with pale blue eyes like his own. "These is Skwisgaar twins the one with pigtails is Freya, the one without is Freyr. They should be about two now." Pickles took the photo from Toki who was tugging on a fur lined vest and lumberjack hat with fur balls on the end of the ties. "Why do you have a picture of Skwisgaar kids Toki?" Toki tossed Pickles a hat and took the picture from him. "To remind him that he does has familys that cares abouts him. Skwis is complicated, he acts like a dildo but he cares about somethings."

Skwisgaar stormed up to the helipad in a vest like Toki's only with white fur instead of brown on both his vest and hat. Charles followed him looking smug and in a black wool coat and scarf. "Ready boys? Good lets go if we want to get there by nightfall. Toki the picture if you please? We shall be checking up on Skwisgaar twins after we pick up Pickles daughters from his parents house." Pickles and the two guitarist nodded and boarded the plane.

"Hey Charlies?" Ofdensen looked up from the business section of the New York Times and put his glass of Brandy aside. "Yes Toki?" "Do you have any kiddies?" Skwisgaar and Pickles looked up from their game of Scrabble awaiting the answer. "Toki has a point Charlie. Your always staring at this photo too. See now I'm curious! Thanks a lot Toki!" "Yes! Thanks Toki! Now wes is curious!" Toki put his hands up in mock surrender. All eyes were on Ofdensen as he picked his paper back up after muttering a quick "No."

/n/"Come on Charlie!"/n/

"Charles!"

/s/"Lying bastard!"/s/

Charles poured himself another glass of brandy and continued reading his paper. After a couple of hours he was down to his wits end with the three and was ready to toss them off the chopper. "If I answer your question will you be quiet and leave me alone?"

The three nodded and ceased all of their pleading and whining; Swedish complaints from Skwisgaar.

"I'm only saying this once and it must never be utter again by any of you; do you understand me?"

/n/"Of course!"/n/

"Yea Charlie man."

/s/"Just tell us already!"/s/

"Very well. I have one son. His name is Alexander. He will be turning five in a couple of months. He lives with my ex-wife in the house I brought them before I met you guys. That's it. You boys will never see him unless, somehow, she dies and he is returned to my custody. Now let me read my paper in piece, thank you."

Pickles started the game up again and nothing more was said between him, Skwisgaar and Charles. Toki, on the other hand, was clutching his Deddybear in his hands staring out the window. Charles noticed and looked up at Toki. "Toki?" Toki nodded and tilted his head back to look at his manager next to him. "You okay?" Toki nodded and after a minute shrugged. "It's just nothings really. Just tired Charlies."

Before Charles could ask if he wanted to head to his room he felt Toki slump against him. "Great…" Skwisgaar nudged Pickles before he picked a new letter and pointed him in the direction of Charles and Toki. "Dude, get a load of them twos." Pickles snickered and snuck a quick picture of them on his camera. "Gotta send this to Nate and Murderface man. Hey! I'm picking the letter!" Skwisgaar hit the board and got a head start on the drummer who scowled at him and bumped him causing him to lose focus.

Half way through the flight Pickles and Skwisgaar stopped playing and went to sit by Charles and a now up Toki munching on candy. "So Charlie, now I know you said never to bring it up again but why don't you just take your son back from your ex-wife? You seemed more qualified to us, well me anyhow."

Charles sighed and finally put his paper aside. "At the time the band was just starting out and we we're always touring. She didn't care too much for me not being at home, so we divorced." Pickles and Skwisgaar scoffed. "You should totally go and get little Alex back Charlie! And he and Samantha is the same age so they would be somebody for him to play with and stuff." Skwisgaar nodded. "I agree with Pickles. The snow monkeys can too." Toki glared at Skwisgaar in his choice of nicknames from his twins.

"Theys is not monkey's Skwisgaar! They is really sweet!" Skwisgaar stopped strumming his guitar and cut his eyes at Toki. "If you loves thems so much Toki why don't you keep them? Save me moneys and headaches." Toki put his Deddybear aside and muttered something low in Norwegian to so only Skwisgaar could hear. It had the desired effect as Skwisgaar missed a note in whatever he was fingering. Pickles stared in horror at what Skwisgaar just did and found himself being nudged away by Charles onto the other side of the chopper.

"Excuse me Toki?" Toki muttered again, only a bit louder. Skwisgaar forcibly put his guitar aside and rounded on Toki. Shouting things at him in a flurry of Swedish and English that Toki just took in stride, only looking up when Skwisgaar paused to think of something else to yell at him.

"Is you quites finished yet? You is givings me headache." Skwisgaar stormed off to the other side if the chopper and stared out the window at the mountains and the snow clouds that covered their peaks. Pickles glanced at Charles who raised an eyebrow in response to his question. 'Well ask!' Pickles mouthed and pouted when Charles turned his head.

"Uh,Toki? What was that all about man?" Toki looked up from his Deddybear and cut his icy blues at Skwisgaar. "I calls him a no good coward. I mean sure you send things for them, you provide in a sense for them but to never have met them? I've met his kids more time than him, I've talk to them more than he has, and probably cares a lot more than he does too!" Toki yelled the last part loud so Skwisgaar could hear him across the room. Charles dragged pickles out of the way as Skwisgaar charged at Toki who just looked at him with amusement dancing in his eyes.

"No yous don't Toki! No yous don't! I do cares about my kids and that's why I stays away from them! They is having a betters life than what I could gives them, a way betters life. They is with their mother and she care enough for the both of us."

"Sveti is dead Skwis."

Skwisgaar stared at Toki with a mixture of hate and both curiosity. He backed away a couple of steps and Pickles sat him in a chair. "Whats do you mean that Sveti ist dead?"

Toki took a letter out of his pocket and after a moment's hesitation handed it to Skwisgaar. Skwisgaar read the note with trembling hands and tossed it back at Toki angrily. "You probably just wrote-" "Look at the date on it Skwisgaar. This was written almost a year ago. Toki, you mean you have been handling all of Skwisgaar's personal business? This whole time?"

Toki nodded at Charles. "All of Skwis paperwork goes to me first so I cans translate it. Misa writes it down and then it goes to you. Don't worry, Misa is good. She does all of me and Skis paperswork." Toki twisted open a beer bottle and downed half of it before continuing.

"Skwis, Stevi is gone. The twins is with their aunt and she doesn't want them. They want you. Do you know what is is like to try to tell them that you can't take them because only you can? They wants to meet you and your goings to do it and like it." Skwisgaar sulked and mumbled something in agreement to what Toki was saying.

The flight went on as planned with the only complains from Pickles about turbulence. The Dethchopper had landed in an open field where a black SUV was waiting to take them to their hotel. Charles and Pickles sat in the front with Charles driving, Toki and Skwisgaar in the back. Pickles and Charles were eyeing the white fluff that fell with distrust.

"You know, this is a lot of snow for so early in the season. Normally its only a foot or so." Pickles commented offhandedly. Both of the guitarist scoffed at the snow. "In Scandinavia, this is nothings. On the day the twins was born, the snow was coving the window and the chimaney had iced over. No heat, no lights, not evens running waters. Ask Toki, he was there."

Pickles let out a low whistle and shook his head. "That is brutal my friend, especially on the mother. Karen had Samantha in the middle of July in Texas during a heat wave. We were visiting her brother in Dallas and halfway outta there she goes into labor. Not cool, but we made do with it. Her sisters a nurse ya know?. Wait, How you and Toki known each other man?"

Skwisgaar shrugged and looked at Toki. "Wes met at a concert both saying we could school those sucky ass guitarist. Which we did backstage by the way." The two high fived and Toki continued. "I introduced him to Sveti and they hit it off. Me and Sveti had Skwis over for dinner and holidays a lot because it was probably the only time Skwis ate real foods. Soon Sveti and Skwis got togethers and poofs there were the twins. After that me and Skwis meet you and Pickles and was in Dethklok. It all happened very fast."

Charles glanced at them then turned back to the road. Pickles nudged Charles and he swatted him away. "No, there is no fantastic story. He was born in the hospital on a normal, nice day in June. Nothing out of the ordinary, so stop giving me that look Pickles." Pickles pretended to look offended at Charles and ceased poking him. "Just saying Charlie. If you weren't a jack-of-all-trades you could pass for a regular jackoff. Do you even have any days off? Hell, free time at all?"

"Yes I do Pickles and what I do during that time is not to your concern. I can take care of myself." Pickles muttered something that only Toki could hear and they both laughed. Charles caught Toki whispering something to Skwisgaar and soon all the musicians were laughing at his expense.

It was almost midnight when Charles pulled into the hotel in Merrill. He had the Klokateer's handle their luggage and noticed that only Toki was left in the truck. Fast asleep, clutching his Deddybear, and curled into a ball on the seat. Pickles unbuckled him and handed him to Skwisgaar without hesitation.

"I would carry him myself dood but, he's taller and heavier than me. Plus he keeps mumbling this gibberish. See if you can make it out when we get upstairs." Skwisgaar nodded and carried Toki like one would a child to the elevator Charles was holding for them.

They had booked the whole top floor for the week, Charles saying that Nathan and Murderface would be joining them tomorrow for the funeral.

"It's only fair Charlie. Nathan and Murderface know Karen and her whole family from when we invited them to the family reunion two years ago. So I called them and they did the interview or whatever thing early. No harm and I'm sure Karen's mother would love seeing Murderface again. They're both crazy man."

Pickles pleaded to Charles to let their missing bandmates attended the funeral until he relented, earning him a loud whoop that echoed though the empty floor. The Klokateer in front of them swiped them into the room and started to put their bags in. "Thanks Mark."

The hooded Klokateer nodded at Charles and closed the door. After locking it he finally removed his hood and a sweaty mop of blue rinsed black hair fell out onto his blue eyes. He smiled at Charles and proceeded to unpack their suits for tomorrow.

"Are they allowed to do that?" Pickles whispered at Skwisgaar. The blond Swede shrugged and laid Toki on the bed closest to the window and proceeded to wake him up.

Mark was young, according to his looks in Pickles book. Not much older than nineteen, twenty was the most. He didn't fawn over them as did most of the Klokateers did. He didn't look at them in reverence or admiration. Occasionally he looked up at Charles, as in conformation to if he was doing his job right.

He ironed their suits to perfection and got Toki into his pajamas without a fuss or with much goading. Mark fixed Charles brandy to his liking and got Pickles and Skwisgaar their respective drinks of choice. Charles watched him with a critical eye and nodded to him.

"Your done for now Markel. Sit, have a drink. How is your Aunt doing?" Markel, or Mark as he preferred, smiled at Charles and caught the beer a uncertain Pickles tossed his way. "Aunt Isabella is doing well…er,-" Charles nodded and he looked at ease. "Uncle Charles. Alex asks of you as always, never fails to catch any interview with you in it. He sends his thanks for his birthday gift. Grandfather-"

"Enough. That was informative. Anything on Nate and Murderface's flight?" Mark looked at his uncle strangely. "Their in the other room fast asleep. They been here before the snow storm started. You don't hear- oh never mind. Grandma says hi and Aunt Isabella wants you to call. I'm going to take a shower and do some work. Bye Uncle Charles, Pickles, Skwisgaar."

Pickles waited until Mark left to shake his bottle at Charles. "Spying on your ex-wife, eh? I see…" Skwisgaar was trying to wrap his head around Mark though. "Your nephews is a Klokateer? You has a nephew?" Pickles and Skwisgaar pestered Charles until he spilled.

Charles muttered into his brandy balloon and downed it, loosening his trademark red tie while doing so. "I raised him since my sister died during childbirth when I was in high school. I didn't go out. I didn't date. All four of my high school years was devoted to raising my nephew and maintaining my top grades. Moved out, started college; had him in headstart, graduated with honors, and the rest is history. He is, is a sense, my first son just as much as Alexander is."

"Why isn't he with your ex? Why a Klokateer?"

"I hate Isabella."

Pickles and Skwisgaar looked up and saw Mark cleaned up. His hair was slicked back in a manner known to his uncle and had a coldness in his eyes that wasn't there before. "Meet Marq. My youngest nephew. You'll get used to them, I've assigned to watch over your kids when they come to Mordhuse."

Marq, or Marquis, had natural streaks of brown in his blond hair and his eyes were the same color of Toki's. he was young, sixteen was pushing it though. "Mark loves his beloved 'Auntie Iszi'. He cannot see her for the cruel and demanding bitch she is. I would rather take my own life that live with her."

Marq had a slight French accent to his voice and cruelty in his tone that made his uncle proud yet disappointed on the inside. "Markel is our grandfather biggest disappointment. He is soft and weak, like a child. Smart but is not putting it to use as he should. Our little black sheep, just like Uncle Charles. But, who I'm I to judge? I love your music as much as he does." Marq smiled as Charles large hand rested on his head and ruffled it.

"I think Charlie's trying to tell you don't grow up to quick champ." Marq smirked at Pickles and tossed his hair up striking a pin up pose. "I wouldn't if I could." Marq slid down to floor in front of his uncle and grinned up at Charles causing his to raise a questioning eyebrow.

"Is that a tattoo on your neck young man?" Marq shrugged and stuck his tongue out at him. "And if it is? You must live for the moment and what is done is done." Charles glared at him over his glasses and Pickles quickly went to his defence.

"He's a kid Charlie. He's only going to learn though experience and what better way to get that is by self-destruction? We all have a couple of tattoo's- well me and Skwisgaar don't. I just don't like the idea of a needle stabbing me for a extended period of time."

"Ya, I just never got arounds to it. Let him lives his life Ofdensen. Don't bes a robot!" Pickles and Skwisgaar started making comparisons between their manager and those of robotic descent until Marq was laughing at his own uncle's expense.

"Bed. All of you. Now. We rise at six sharp. If you wake up fully dressed in the car with a granola bar in your hand that means you didn't move fast enough for my taste. You too Marq. Tell your cousin the same. You both will be getting up at five with me. Dismissed."

Charles dragged his pouting nephew out the door after allowing him to exchange numbers with Pickles and Skwisgaar. "Charlie has some cool nephews ya know? Didn't figure them to be Klokateers man. Too..uh, too sweet. Yeah." Pickles whispered to Skwisgaar who just nodded. "They seems nice. Respectibles, polite, good head on shoulders. Do you think he will actually follow though with threat?"

"Oh yeah, he would. Not the first times he done it to us. Well night Skwisgaar."

"Nights Pickles."

Brutal

Next chapter is the funeral and the meeting of their kids. Drop a review!