Chapter twwoooooo.
I've got more than one Metalocalypse idea sitting in my noggin, so I will probably start that one later on. One where my character isn't related to the band by blood or anything like that.
I hope you're enjoying, I'm gonna try to throw Dethklok in here this chapter.
I just kinda write as I go, rather than have an outline.
I'm also switching to First Person POV, rather than Third Person. It's so much easier. Maggie is based off of me, anyways.
Maggie and the gang belong to me. I'm adding another character, her name is Sally. Dethklok and other Metalocalypse characters belong to Brendon Small and Tommy Blacha.
ENJOY
I whipped out a cigarette as I walked out of the small shabby house I lived in with the rest of the girls. I looked up at the cars passing by as I walked further into downtown and lit my cigarette. I let the smoke roll out from my lips as I adjusted my sunglasses.
"Mags, wait!" Angelica ran up to me, panting, "I wanna go with you."
I raised an eyebrow, "You want to join me on my venture to the grocery?"
"Mhm!" Angelica smiled brightly. I chuckled roughly and took a hit from my cig. "Right-o, then."
"HEY DOUCHE BAGS, COME HELP WITH THE FOOD."
"FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD," Orchid, Lola, and Lucy bolted downstairs and ran immediately out to help carry.
"Ew, gross, you got steaks," Orchid crinkled her nose in disgust. She was a vegetarian.
"Well, I am quite the carnivore," I laughed.
RIIIIIING!
"'Ullo?" I said cheerily into the telephone.
"DUDE, DETHKLOK IS LOOKING INTO COMEDY. WE NEED TO GO TO THIS EVENT. SERIOUSLY," my friend Sally screamed into the phone.
"Sally, calm the fuck down."
"NO, MEET ME AT MAMMY YAKS TONIGHT. THIS WILL BE EPIC. Plus, when was the last time you spoke to Nathan?"
Silence.
"Exactly, you NEED to go. You can't hide from your brother much longer, you guys are twins anyways. You're…. connected."
"…Fine." Click.
"Guys… we're going to Mammy Yaks tonight. Cancel all other plans."
"What, why?" Orchid yelled.
"Because, fuckface, we're going to pay my brother a visit."
Angelica stared at me confused, "What does that have to do with comedy?"
"Apparently Dethklok is taking a dip into the comedy pool."
Everyone sat in silence for a while, until Lola broke the silence. "This'll be entertaining."
"So what's you are saying is we do ze opposite of bleak and dark?" Toki yelled over the sound of his rifle shots.
"Yeah," Nathan replied, staring at the skull of Buddy Hackett he just bought.
"What's the opposite of tragedy?" Toki yelled again.
Nathan looked up and growled, "COMEEEDYYYYY."
The plane Toki had shot down slowly flew past as it came to crash into the earth in a mass of flames.
"Snoooooork, snooooooork!" Laughter. Why is everyone laughing at this shit? This is all shit. I sat bored, sipping on my alcoholic beverage, being careful not to singe my hair with my cigarette.
"Snorks, really? The fuck is this?" Orchid snorted, obviously upset with modern humor.
"I don't even fucking know, obviously we have a bit of a different sense of humor than the rest of these fucks," Lola sighed and took a puff of her own cigarette.
"Fucking idiots," I stated.
"Just wait for it, I know Dethklok is here." Sally was staring up at the stage with anticipation. Her larger build reminded me of a Viking, but that didn't make her unattractive in any way. Natural dark red curly hair fell to her freckled pale shoulders. She was dressed in a black hoodie with a cut-off black band tee underneath, a pair of rugged Bermuda shorts, and a pair of worn out DC moccasins.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please be gentle, this is their first time on stage. Give it up for the Brothers of Deception!" the announcer called out.
It was at this time that Skwisgaar Skwigelf and Toki Wartooth walked out onto the stage.
My eyes widened. "You weren't kidding…"
"WOOOOO, FUCK YEAH!" Sally screamed.
Skwisgaar and Toki stood awkwardly on stage. "So, I was thinking of killing myself." Skwisgaar began.
"That's funny, I was thinking of killing you, too," Toki countered.
Skwisgaar looked down, "Well… how do you… like…that?" he then began playing his guitar rapidly.
"Mom always hated you most," Toki said.
"Is it just me or do they sound kind of… robotic?" Angelica whispered to me. I nodded in agreement. "They're probably nervous, Ange. And it doesn't help that they have trouble with their English," I replied.
"She hates both of us ze most," Skwisgaar shot back at Toki. Toki took this opportunity to play his guitar, but then he dropped it. "I hate you…Seriously…" Toki whispered.
"Okay," Skwisgaar replied.
They walked off stage and our whole table applauded. I noticed Lucy gawking at the blonde Scandinavian. "Hey Lu, see something you enjoy, eh?" I joked, punching her arm.
She jumped and blood immediately rushed to her face as she put her hand over her newly forming bruise, "I don't…don't know what you're talking about."
I raised an eyebrow and laughed aloud, "Whatever you say."
That's when none other than Nathan Explosion walked onto the stage.
"What if your guts was a bowling ball? Well, I bet it would look something like this." I was currently staring in slight shock at my brother. There he was, standing on stage, holding a ball-shaped mass of organs.
Lucy looked a tad paler, and Angelica looked away. Sally and I both said at the same time, "Brutal."
Orchid leaned over to me, "Your brother is… strange."
"It's genetic," I replied, chuckling as I lit another cigarette.
We all sat there through the whole show, laughing when no one else would. I laughed louder than the rest when Nathan did the Quanno (I don't know how it's spelled, to be honest) twin joke. I was tempted to raise my hand when he asked if anyone had a twin. I bet no one in the building realized Nathan actually does have a twin; me.
After Nathan was Pickles and Murderface. They had attempted to do a sketch, but the crowd's lack of brain power didn't seem to comprehend good comedy. They didn't even get to finish their act. I couldn't help but keep my eyes focused on Pickles. I was a big Snakes 'N' Barrels fan back in the day. Plus I had a major fascination with dreadlocks. They got booed off the stage, but our table clapped for them. It freaked me out to see Pickles lying on the stage like that, he looked dead.
I somehow managed to get Sally tipsy enough to get her to leave without her trying to get me to talk to Nathan.
What a relief.
"So, Mags," Lola whispered to me as we walked, we were in the back of the group while the rest danced about drunkenly in front of us, "Why do you refuse to speak to your own brother?"
I sighed, "I knew someone would ask. To start off, we aren't in some sort of lifelong quarrel or anything. We got along fantastically. He's the older twin, by five minutes, so therefore I looked up to him. Metaphorically and literally, obviously he's quite taller."
Lola laughed and motioned for me to continue, "But anyways, as we grew up, we both were rather rebellious, and I got involved with some people that were pretty bad news. Nathan tried to protect me from them with his brute force and ended up almost killing the guy I claimed to love at the time. I was furious, and we quit talking. By the time we started talking again, we were older, and he was just joining Dethklok. That's when I decided to clean up a tad, or at least mature more. I started working at Duncan Hills, which is where I met you fine people. We kept in slight contact, writing letters and such, but with the more famous he got, the less he wrote. Part of me thinks he hates me for the past. I called him some pretty terrible names."
"Is that how you know the other band members? Nathan's letters?"
I nodded, letting the smoke billow out from my mouth. "He told me about all of them. I had already known of Pickles from Snakes 'N' Barrels, though."
"Hmm," Lola stared out in front of us and hummed. "Did you apologize?"
"Of course I did."
She looked at me with "the look".
"I did!"
"Okay, okay. Well maybe Nathan just doesn't know how to accept an apology. He probably doesn't think it's metal. They're coming back every night this week, so maybe you should build up your courage and try to talk to him. If you don't do it yourself, Sally might have to force you. That might not turn out pretty."
I huffed, "Shit. Alright, fine."
And with that, we all entered our humble abode.
Hooray for explanations!
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