The band had began to notice that their manager was behaving differently, the usually cool, calm and collected Charles Ofdensen was clearly distracted. This continued for several days, much to the bands enjoyment; they would never question an opportunity to slack off.
Charles met with the band in the dinning room early one morning,much like he did everyday, usually to discuss the band's progress and any issues they may have. But not today. He wasn't sure if they had slept at all the night before, although today he didn't really care.
"Good morning all" he greeted them cheerfully "I have some important news"
"Whats? you going to starts doings your job?" Toki snapped, as he slammed his palms on the table, he had become restless with the bands current lack of productivity.
Charles only half listening glanced around the table, unsurprisingly no one was listening to him, they all sat silently nursing their hangovers. Nevertheless Charles continued to speak, knowing his announcement would soon grab their attention.
"We are going to be having a guest with us here at Mordhaus"
As expected everyone snapped to attention, ready with their complaints and objections.
"Oh God! What now? Another jack off coming to tell us how to do our job?" Nathan growled.
"Why do you do this?" Skwisgaar chimed in angrily "Can't you see's that we am's doing just fines?"
"No guys it's uh...It's my daughter." Charles replied quietly.
"Wait, what? Your daughter?" Murderface frowned.
"Hows cans you haves a daughter? You am's always here with no ladies to haves daughters withs!" Toki questioned, genuinely confused.
"Well Toki" Charles sighed "I did have a life before Dethklok, she's 23."
"Wow, Wow, dude, how old are you?" Pickles asked.
Charles, who was already half way out of the room turned to Pickles and smirked.
"That's not important, she arrives tomorrow, I expect you to be on your best behaviour"
The next morning Charles sat anxiously in his office waiting for his daughter's arrival, it had been a long time since they'd seen each other, he always made a point of keeping his personal life private and remaining as professional as possible but that didn't mean he didn't miss his family. He sat in silence for what seemed like hours wondering just how or even if he could he take on the role of 'Dad' again. His train of thought was suddenly disturbed by a loud knock at the door, his heart jumped with a mix of nerves and excitement as he stood up and braced himself.
"Come in" He said slowly and stared at the door.
The door burst open and a short dark haired girl came bouncing into the room full of confidence, as soon as Charles laid eyes on the girl his heart melted and all of his anxiety disappeared. The two embraced before a word was said. The reunion was heart warming even if it was due to such awful circumstances.
"It's good to see you again Sam" Charles said as he broke the embrace
"Yeah! You too...dad" She smiled up at him and noticed his furrowed brow
"Uh what is that?" He said as he gestured to the small silver ring the girl wore through the middle of her nose "I didn't agree to any...piercings"
Sam giggled at his new found parental instinct "We haven't had a chance to discuss these things lately, have we?"
"Ah, yes...I suppose not" he replied, now feeling slightly uncomfortable "well... ahem...you must have a lot of questions regarding why you've been brought here, but I want you to get settled first. I'll have a klokateer show you to your room, then you should introduce yourself to the boys."
Charles sat back down at his desk, Sam nodded and left the office,although she was a little puzzled by what she just heard. "Who are 'the boys'"she wondered as well as being little disappointed at her fathers lack of enthusiasm but she expected nothing less he had never been particularly affectionate and she didn't want to distract him from his work any more than she had to.
The masked figure lead the young woman along the vast corridors of Mordhaus, even this early in the morning the place seemed dark and creepy...exactly how Sam liked it. The klokateer stopped abruptly and pointed towards a small door that was barely visible through the shadows. Sam opened it to reveal a small but surprisingly well lit bare room she noticed a single one of her suitcases placed at the foot of the bed. She turned to the klokateer with a look of confusion.
"This is where you'll sleep until we finish moving your things to your permanent room"The masked man stated in an official sounding voice
"Oh.." Sam turned back to face the door, but before she could finish speaking the man was gone
"nobody's very welcoming in this place" she thought to herself as she lay down on the bed, never the less, she somehow felt comfortable in her new home, comfortable and safe. She stared up at the ceiling and before she knew it she was drifting off to sleep.
The unmistakeable racket that is death metal boomed through the halls of Mordhaus. Sam jerked awake hearing something she was very familiar with. Dethklok. She knew next to nothing about her father but she certainly didn't expect him to be a Dethklok fan.
It was past noon, Sam got up and hurried out of her new room remembering she had yet to meet her new housemates. The music that had woken her had long since stopped by the time she found her way to the main room, she stopped outside the massive wooden door which was slightly ajar, after a bit of hesitation she took a deep breath and stepped into the main room. Instantly a horrible silence swept the room like a plague, the five men who were occupying the room turned and stared at her, she quickly glanced around the room and forced and awkward toothy smile for them, then suddenly she dropped her false grin and her eyes grew wide as she realised where she was and who these people were.
"Feeling a little..eh..starstruck there?" The redheaded man chuckled as he noticed the girl's expression
Could she really be standing in front of the almighty Dethklok?
Realising she hadn't spoken for several seconds, she snapped out of her daze and replied to the drummer.
"Uh..no I just..." She started, slightly embarrassed "What are you guys doing here?"
"We lives here you dumbs dildo!" Skwisgaar said angrily as he stepped out of the hot tub, "What am's you doings in here? This not the fan days, get out...out!"
Sam edged backwards as the dripping wet guitarist came closer and towered over her, she didn't appreciate being spoken to like this, so she scowled up at him and calmly pushed past.
"Well I live here too" She smiled sarcastically at him and took a seat next to Pickles, whom she was originally speaking to. "I'm Sam"
"pfft! Sam? You haves boys name pfft!" Swkisgaar grumbled as he left the room, clearly unhappy about being ignored
"Oh yeah, Ofdensen said something about you coming here or something, just...don't touch my stuff or nothing" Nathan said bluntly peering over the top of his laptop
Sam was not pleased with her welcome to Mordhaus so far.
"You don't have guests here very often do you" She muttered under her breath
"Never minds thems" A friendly voice exclaimed "They am's just in crappy moods"
"Thanks ..uh..Toki"
It was an honer to be sitting in the same room as one of her favourite bands, although she didn't want to act like a sixteen year old fangirl, it felt strange using their names.
"Yeah, never mind them! We're glad ta have ya here!" Pickles said as he put an arm over her shoulder
There was a strong smell of alcohol on his breath, remembering it was only mid-afternoon Sam rolled her eyes and smiled at the tipsy redhead. Just then the large doors swung open to reveal another masked employee standing outside the room.
"Miss Ofdensen?"
Sam cringed at the use of her surname
"Your father would like to see you in his office, please follow me"
She said goodbye to the boys and made her way to Charles' office. When she arrived, her father was was as official and uptight as always but she greeted him with a warm smile, she was always happy to see her dad and she knew he felt the same even if it wasn't entirely obvious.
"So..Dethklok?" Sam questioned, sitting down at the desk
"I'm their manager" Charles sighed "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, it was for your own safety"
"My safety?"
"Yes, as you may or may not know, Dethklok are world's greatest cultural force, so as a result they have a lot of fans like yourself, and they also have a lot of enemies."
Sam listened intently, she knew by the tone of his voice that this was serious.
"There is one group of enemies in particular, they call themselves 'the revengancers', we don't need to get into who they are right now but basically they want me and the band...dead"
"What does that have to do with me?"
"They recently found out about you, I have it in good knowledge that they have been planning to kidnap or kill you, a typical ploy to get to me" Noticing the worried expression on his daughter's face he added "Now that you're here you have nothing to worry about, Mordhaus has top of the range twenty-four hour security." and he forced an almost comforting smile.
"So people want to kill me, because of a band?" Her face was drained of colour
"I'm afraid so"
"Wow...Do you mind if I..." Sam pointed at the door
"Oh. Yes of course, I understand this must be a lot to take in, I'll be sure to keep you updated with the situation"
Sam got up and silently left the office, as she was closing the door behind her she heard her father call her name, she poked her head round the door and looked at him.
"Please try to relax" his expression softened "I want you to enjoy your stay with us, spend some time with the boys, I'm sure they'll take your mind of things" He smiled again, this time it was warm and genuine.
"I will Dad" she smiled back and gently closed the office door.