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"FUCK YOU, SAN FRANCISCO!" Nathan Explosion growls into his microphone, signalling the completion of Dethklok's first concert in almost six months.
After yet another successful concert (if you ignore the minimal deaths that had occurred) the tired five drag themselves back to their hotel, sweat and corpse paint dripping from their exhausted faces.
"Oh man, I jest wanna sleep forever." Pickles, the drummer, wipes his brow with the back of his right hand, pocketing his drumsticks with the other.
"Pfft. Yous can't bes serious. Not with all thems groupies to fucks." Swisgaar sets his Gibson guitar back in its case, linking his fingers together and stretching them over his head, reveling in the nice sound of popping joints. Pickles cringes at the sickening sound before shaking his head, dread locks falling over his shoulder.
"Not tonight, dood. I'm beat." He adds in a yawn to further prove his point. Murderface, who had been busy carving 'Planet Piss' into a near by wall, stops to laugh at the play on words.
"The drummer isch beat! HA! That'sch a good onesch." He can hardly contain his laughter, his lisp sending a spray of saliva in the drummer's direction.
"Ha. That's uh...that's real funny." Nathan leans against an speaker, which tipped as soon as he threw his weight on to it. The band manager, Charles Ofdensen, as well as a few unsuspecting Klokateers, entered backstage now.
"Now, I need all the boys belongings packed and on the Dethbus as soon a-." The CFO never got to finish his sentence as the speaker Nathan had been leaning on finally tipped over, Klokateers who stood beneath it. Of the eight assistants who had walked in, only three would be walking out.
"Great, just great." Charles mumbles, looking up at his boys.
"Uh..." Nathan rubs the back of his neck, "Sorry?"
*insert Theme Song*
Now, safe in the Dethbus, short a few Klokateers, the boys are more than ready to get to their hotel rooms.
"Now remember, " Charles begins passing out room keys, "We are only staying the night, don't break anything, don't stay up too late, and no leaving the hotel." He pauses, realizing the boys probably have long since tunes him out. All five are seated somewhere throughout the bus, typing away at their dethphones, "Are you...all texting each other?" He pointlessly asks. A faint buzz in his back pocket and a text reading 'Ya' from Pickles confirms his suspicion. He sighs in defeat, re pocketing his phone. He is about to leave the room when one of his boys springs from their seat.
"Um, Charles, do yous um..." Toki hasn't said a word all evening, so Charles is eager to listen.
"Yes, Toki, do you need something?"
"Yeah. Um...I ams really tireds and uh.."
"Oh! That's right. Yes, wait right here." Charles could almost laugh at the boy's shy behavior as he heads to the front of the bus.
"How is the passenger doing?" Charles asks when he reaches the driver.
"He's been just fine." The driver pats the head of his passenger. Charles rolls his eyes at the ridiculous situation, but smiles none the less. He unbuckles Deddy Bear from his seat, "Thank you for watching him. Toki appreciates it." He said as he left the area, heading back to his boys.
It had been such a strange request from the rhythmic guitarist, first asking if he could even take the stuffed bear along, let alone asking if he could ride upfront since the only seats with safety belts were located there. To any other person, Toki would have seemed like a complete whack-o, or rather, an over grown child. Charles knew better, however. Toki's childhood was defiantly hard, and from what Twinklestits, the therapist, could gather, Toki was now suffering from PTSD because of it. It made sense, really, his past had been riddled with abuse from his parents, which Charles himself was still rather confused on, even accepting that he may never know the complete story, let alone the full damage it had on his guitarist. However, he always seemed at peace when he had his beloved teddy bear around, so the manager often went the extra mile, going along with Toki's rather odd requests for the bear.
"Here you are." Charles offered a slight smile as he handed the bear back to its over.
"Thanks you." Was all the boy said as he slid onto the couch, bear tucked securely under his chin.
"Man, he's gettin' real weird with that thing." Pickles watches in mild amusement as the rhythmic guitarist's face softens, indicating he is more or less conscious.
"Maybe we could justch take it away." Murderface makes stabbing motions with his dagger, putting the remaining three members of the band on edge.
"Maybe we could, uh, burn it, or somethin', cause, uh...teddy bears aren't brutal." Nathan suggests.
"Or raise its up a flags pole," Swisgaar chimes in, getting quite a few stares. He quickly adds, "Whiles on the fires!"
"Yeah..." Nathan almost smiles at the mental image of a burning bear.
"Geys, maybe we should jest, ya know, not touch it." Pickles leans against his hands, wincing at the slight pain he feels in his fingers from playing so long.
"Geezch , Picklesch, live a little, will ya?" Murderface stabs his dagger into the couch, causing everyone still awake to flinch slightly. Despite the added comments, the rest of the band knew they were simply talking out their asses. This wouldn't be the first time they plotted to take the bear away, but after the first attempt, which nearly resulted in the second killing of Jean Pierre, the band decided they would leave the bear be. They knew as much about Toki's childhood as the guitarist would let off and, due to the rule of not caring, wouldn't press it any further.
The Dethbus finally made it to the hotel, crushing a few cars (and maybe even a few people) that stood in its way.
"Finally." Pickles groans, standing from his seat, rubbing his aching shoulders, "Night guys.' He calls, picking up his bag of clothing and toiletries and retreating into the hotel. Swisgaar rises slowly, carrying his guitar by the neck. He says nothing as he slips into the hotel, silently hoping he can find at least one decent fuck tonight. Murderface pulls his dagger out of the couch, flips the bird to the remaining members on the tour bus and leaves out the front door as well. Nathan is about to leave when he notices Toki is fast asleep on the couch. He turns to one of the surviving Klokateers and points a large finger in his direction, "You, get this jack off to his room." He orders before grabbing his own bag and exiting the bus.
Just as Charles had been expecting, none of the members had been paying him any mind during last night's meeting, so it made perfect sense when he went to wake his boys early the following morning, everyone was still fast asleep (even Swisgaar's many bunk mates)
"Alright, up, everyone up." Charles demands, grabbing the corner of Swisgaar's blanket, tugging it off (finding more groupies asleep beneath it).
"Ey! What's the bigs idea!" The lead guitarist is quickly flung in to consciousness, doing his best to retrieve his only source of warmth, and clothing for that matter.
"We need everyone on the Dethbus in the next ten minutes." Charles folds his arms before leaving the room, repeating this process to the rest of the band. Nathan simply rolled over, begging for five more minutes of sleep. Murderface threw one of his knives, narrowly missing the Manager's face. Pickles, on the other hand, is still completely dead to the world, the poor manger nearly tripped over the many discarded beer bottles that now littered the floor of his room.
Toki, on the other hand, was already wide awake, eating a box of fruit loops while watching the early morning cartoons.
"Toki?" Charles knows on the door before entering, "We need everyone on the Dethbus."
"Oh!" The boy tosses his blankets from his body and exits the room, completely forgetting about his box of cereal, still in the room.
It takes more than twenty minutes, but slowly and surely, the rest of the band begins to trudge out to the dethbus and an hour later, the band is back on the road. Now back on schedule, Charles allows himself to recline in his chair, cherishing one of the very few moments of peace he gets to experience. Then again, when was there ever a moment of peace with Dethklok around? Atleast two hours into the trip (which really isn't long in Dethklok time) a sudden shriek of terror pulls Charles from his thoughts. He is about to reach from a hand held gun he usually carried on is person when on tour, but a second shriek changes his mind.
"DEDDY BEAR IS GONE!" He hears Toki exclaim, followed by, what he assumes are couch cushions colliding with Klokateers, sounds"SOMEONE STOLE DEDDY!"
"Well, done of us took him!" He hears his drummer argue back.
"I dont think, uh, Deddy bear is even on the bus. You did just tear up the whole damn bus."
It is with Nathan's observation, Charles makes a rather unfortunate realization.
If Deddy wasn't on the bus...
Two hours away, laying beneath a discarded blanket and what Deddy is hoping are cheerios (as Toki usually got a bad tummy ache from any other type of cereal) Deddy bear tried to adjust his button eyes to the darkness.
'Hello? Anyone there?' The bear asks, but soon realizes no one can hear him.
'Oh dear, oh dear. This is no good!' The bear begins to panic when he feels the blankets around him being lifted into the air, 'Toki?'
But, alas, it is not Toki.
It is the maid, who seems to not even notice Deddy among the piles of blankets. She tosses the bundle into a bin. Said bin is headed straight for the wash.
A/N: I will say this, The miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane did inspire this fanfiction. With that being said, the book made me cry like an idiot as a kid. Soooo, what is to happen with Deddy Bear next? Stay tuned to find out!