I meant to say this in the first chapter, but forgot, so I'll say it now. This is the first time I've written anything, so reviews would be much appreciated, if it sucks please tell me why :)

As you may have guessed by now the 'main' character is my OC Sam Ofdensen, I'll try my best not to OOC anyone but I'm not going to bother writing Murderface's lisp, because that's just a hassle!

Rated M for language mostly.

Enjoy!

Sam wandered the corridors of Mordhaus alone for a while, trying to gather her thoughts. It's not everyday you move in with the most famous band in the world and find out that you're being hunted down by crazed madmen.

She came to a large window at the end of one of the halls, looking down she could see the yard wolves, some sleeping and some chewing on grotesque remnants of...something or even someone. Just last week she was alone in her crappy city apartment, struggling to pay the rent, struggling to get anywhere in life, now look where she was, she felt like she was on top of the world. She began to giggle, it quickly grew louder and louder, before she knew it she was laughing hysterically her mirthful cries echoing down the lonely corridors.

Meanwhile back in Charles' office the band were also being reunited with something they hadn't seen for a while. Work.

In the midst of the manager's boring speech, Nathan was becoming more and more distracted

"Hey, guys there's someone at the door!"

"What are you talking about?" Charles sighed, irritated by the interruption

"Listen!"

Everyone turned to the door, and the sound could be heard clearly, There was scratching coming from the outside.

Murderface got up from the meeting table to examine. He pulled the door open quickly and squealed in disgust as a small furry shape darted past him into the room

"Eughh! What the hell is that thing doing in here!"

"Whats is its?" Skwisgaar asked, standing up to get a better look

"It's a cat!" Nathan replied as he picked up the black and white animal "Don't you like cats Murderface?"

"No!" The bassist replied with a disgusted look on his face "Horrible creature! Get rid of it!"

"Maybes it was a gifts from ours fans, they am's always givings us strange things" Toki yelled excitedly.

Charles interjected "I think it's Sam's Cat"

"No" Nathan glared at him

"No what Nathan?"

"He's mine"

"I really think its -"

Nathan quickly interrupted "He's called...uh...scratches"

"How inventive" Charles said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes

Nathan, still clutching the newly named cat turned and stormed out of the room.

"Yay! We keeps him!" Toki cheered

Charles closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, a gesture the band were all too familiar with, he regained his composure and continued the meeting.

After Sam's hysterics on the upper floor of Mordhaus she was feeling much better, she retuned to the main room to find Nathan sitting alone cooing over a small furry animal, in comparison to Nathan's massive frame the cat looked tiny, the sight was truly comical. Sam stifled a giggle and called out to the cat

"Gollum!"

"No I'm Nathan" he replied casually

She had always heard that Nathan Explosion was dim witted but she never expected it to be that bad, she scrunched up her face but decided not to call him on it.

"I meant the cat"

"Oh..yeah it's mine"

Sam opened her mouth to protest but decided it would be futile, she was living here anyway it didn't matter who owned the cat, besides she thought his soft spot for kitties was just adorable.

Nathan looked up as he heard a giggle and for the first time he paid attention to her appearance. Her long black hair perfectly framed her pale white face, and thick black eye liner highlighted piercing blue eyes she wore a plain black tank top, a red tartan skirt and large chunky boots. Sam blushed slightly as she noticed the singer staring at her

"You look...brutal" he muttered still staring

"Oh, uh thanks"

"I just mean since you're Ofdensen's daughter, I figured you'd be like some regular boring jack off"

She sat down next to him and began petting the cat.

"My dad and I aren't very alike" She began to stare off into space "I can't believe I'm sitting next to Nathan Explosion" she said absent mindedly.

For a second, a slight smile crossed Nathan's face but he quickly withdrew it, that shit wasn't metal

The pair sat in the main room for several hours, they found that they had very much in common, before long they were talking like old friends.

Several days passed and Dethklok grew rather fond of their new guest. Early one morning Pickles went bursting into the tiny guest room where Sam had been housed since she arrived. On this particular morning, Sam had awoken earlier than usual much to her annoyance, in the middle of getting dressed she got distracted by her ipod and this concluded in her prancing topless around the tiny room with her music blaring, oblivious to everything around her.

"Hey Sam I-" Pickles stopped mid sentence shocked by what he saw in the room, he stood in the doorway dumbstruck.

When she noticed him standing there her face flushed and she cried out, grabbing the sheets from her bed to cover her naked torso.

"Pickles what the fuck are you doing! Get out!"

"Argh! I...I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He shouted in reply covering his face and stumbling backwards out of the door.

The embarrassment she felt was unbelievable, but wanting to put the incident behind her as quickly as possible she finished getting dressed and called Pickles back into the room.

"Okay come in!" The door opened slowly "It's called knocking douche bag!"

"I'm sorry! I'm just so used to-"

"What did you want?" She changed the subject.

"Oh! I have something ta show you! Come with me!"

Pickles grabbed her hand and lead her out of the room, she felt her cheeks burning again but tried her best to hide it. He took her to the top floor of Mordhaus and to the corridor leading to the band members rooms.

"Uh what are we doing here?" She had never been in this part of Mordhaus before

He didn't reply, instead he continued to walk briskly down the massive corridor, her mind began to wander as she wonder where she was being taken before she knew it her stupid 'fangirl' crush got the better of her, she felt the butterflies in her stomach again as she enjoyed the touch of the redheaded drummer. It was childish but she didn't care. The pair got to the end of the corridor and pickles gestured for her to enter the room in front of them. Curiously she opened the door and stepped inside. The room was completely new to her but she recognised it's contents.

"This is all my stuff!" She turned to pickles.

"Yep! This is your room!" He grinned at her

"Really!" she squealed "It's amazing!"

She darted over to the large four poster bed in the middle of the room, she jumped onto it and indulged herself in the cool silk crimson sheets.

Felling slightly awkward now pickles shuffled on the spot looking at his shoes

"You've got a mini bar too" he mumbled and glanced up at her lying spread out on the bed

"Come sit with me pickles?"

He walked over and perched himself on the edge of the bed, What the fuck was wrong with him? He was never like this around women, and yet all he could do was stand around like a fool.

Sam grabbed his shoulders and pulled him backwards so he was lying next to her. The scent of her hair wafted past him, it smelled sweet and reminded him of coconuts then he realised his heart was beating fast, he could feel it in his ears and his palms became sweaty. He felt both euphoric and jittery it was like the best high he'd ever experienced but he didn't understand why this was happening to him.

He decided he had to break the silence.

"So..uh... ya like it then Sam?"

"hmm?" she replied dreamily "Oh yeah, I love y- ….IT! I love IT!" She felt her heart stop in her chest. What was she playing at? Why did she say that? She silently cursed herself using every variation of the word "idiot" that she knew and prayed that he hadn't noticed. Thankfully though he seemed to be pretty distracted and continued the conversation normally.

"I noticed you have a violin, I'd..uh like ta hear you play some time"

Just then the door opened and Toki walked in.

"Does nobody in this house knock?" Sam said jokingly but still managing to make the already very tense drummer feel even worse as he remembered their encounter not too long ago.

"Aww! Looks at yous two!" Toki yelled noticing the pair lying together.

They both immediately sat upright and both tried to avoid eye contact with each other.

"What am's goings on?" Toki squinted at them

"What? Nothing! Nothing!...Why would you say that?" Pickles replied quickly

"Did you want something Toki?" Sam interrupted, just like she did before with Pickles, she didn't like to linger in awkward situations, or any situation for that matter her blunt nature was definitely something she got from her father.

"I justs wanted to see's your room!" He said innocently as he wandered around Sam's room picking up random trinkets. "Oh and breakfasts am's ready!"

"Sweet!" Pickles turned to Sam "We'd better get down there before Nat'en an Murderface do! Dem two idiots won't wait an there'll be nutin' left! Pfft and murderface wonders why he's so fat!"