A/N Okay, so, because I just love you guys so very much, here's the second chapter! Here is where some of the plotting shall be put in place (rather poorly, if I do say so myself).
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Now I'll actually start the story.
Nathan's POV
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! So Pickles isn't going to help me? Some fucking best friend! Shit, I don't care! It doesn't fucking matter! I've got Murderface… shit. I've got Murderface and Skwisgaar has Pickles. Goddamn it. Whatever. Work with what you've got. Where is that piece of shit anyway? He fucking ran off after he told me about Pickles and I damn well need some motherfucking help getting rid of Skwisgaar. …Shit, that dildo is going to make me go to his room isn't he? Where the hell is his room anyway? Damn it, I'm not doing that.
"Someone go get me Murderface!" He arrived ten minutes later with about fifteen Klokateers hanging on him. I smirked.
"Shit! It ishn't my fault Nathan! I didn't tell Picklesh to be a douchebag!"
"I know that, dumbass. I just wanted you to do something for me." He shuddered, and I snickered. Damn, was I really that fucking scary? Brutal shit.
"W-What do you want?" I wanted to laugh. I'd never heard fucking Murderface stutter. Holy fuck I've got to look terrible.
"Go distract Skwisgaar for a while so I can spend a little time with Toki, okay? Just tell him you want to change a part of the album or something, get him to argue with you." Murderface finally stopped looking like he was going to fucking piss himself and grinned.
"Yeah, shit, I can do that. It'sh eashy to pissh that fucker off." I nodded, and the Klokateers let him go. I watched him walk off towards Skwisgaar's room and smiled, finally calming down a little. No way in hell was I going to let him keep Toki!
Pickles' POV
Skwisgaar's damn lucky I gat hungry and heard dat plannin shit. Fucker's ganna owe me a helluva lat more den a slut er two an' some booze. He's ganna owe me a gaddamn hat tub of booze, an' it's ganna have ta be dat fancy imported shit he gets! He's gatta get me a fuckin semi full of sluts! I ran off ta Toki's room an' opened tha door, surprised dat for tha first time since dey'ed gat tagether Toki was in there by himself.
"Pickle? What ams you needs?" Toki was messin with one of his madel planes, an' he had glue all over his fingers. A lat of tha time I wondered why he didn't just buy himself a real plane instead of fuckin with the fake ones, but hell, Toki was Toki. He didn't have ta make sense.
"I thought we could practice fer a while. You an' Skwisgaar have been so busy lately we haven't been able to fer a while." He smiled.
"Ja, okays! I amnest even knows where Skwisgaar wents, so it shoulds be fine. He ams probablies off hangings out with Nat'an agains…" Gaddamn it Skwisgaar! Already done somethin ta make tha kid misunderstand you! Dumbfuck. Now I gatta deal with dat too. Hat tub full of fancy booze, semi full of sluts, an' a motherfuckin solid gold guitar.
"Don't worry about dat kid. He's gat a lat on his plate lately, ya know? It'll blow over pretty soon." Toki grinned again, but dis time he actually looked happy.
"Oh ja, de albums! I's forgots about dat! Wes got de concerts soon too, don'ts we?"
"Yeah, we do. Dat's why we gatta practice. Get yer guitar an' we'll get started." He only just sat down when Nat'an barged in.
"Toki. We uh… have to practice. Piano."
"Sarry Nat'an, nat right now. He's gatta get some guitar stuff done too, before Skwisgaar gets back."
"He… he ams not withs you?" Toki looked ready to cry, and I rubbed my head. I'm startin ta feel like Charles. Nat'an winced too, and maybe the fucking dumbass was starting to realize that Toki did actually have feelings for Skwisgaar.
"No, I don't know where he is. I haven't seen him all day, but I… heard him in his room earlier. Sounded like he had someone with him, but I figured it was you. So I didn't do anything." Toki dropped his guitar. Dat fuckin asshole! I knew he fuckin liked Toki, but dis shit is just fuckin cruel! Now I know dere ain't no way in hell I'll let Skwisgaar lose him!
"A-Alreadys? For reals?" He almost looked ready to cry, and I glared at Nat'an an ran him out.
"Ya went too far, ya stupid motherdouchebag," I mumbled before I shut tha door, then went back to sit with Toki.
"Toki, Toki, come an! He wasn't talkin about a slut er nothin, he was talkin about me! I been in his room with him most of the day, we were hashin out a few parts in some of tha songs we haven't recorded yet! Dat's how I knew he was busy! He ain't ever ganna cheat on ya Toki, I pramise, an' if he does I'll beat tha hell out of him for ya!" I figured it was okay ta lie a little, since Nat'an had just lied a lat. Fuck, I could tell Skwisgaar what I'd told him when I left, an' den all dis would be fine an' fuckin dandy. Hat tub of fancy booze, semi full of sluts, solid gold guitar, an' he was ganna trade rooms with me.
Toki's POV
I don'ts know if Pickle ams lying tos me or not, buts he can definitelies make me feels a whole lots better. I's seriously luckies to has de friend like him, whats takes care of me and practices with me. Pickle ams my bests friend fors sure! But… I don't gots no idea what to does about Skwisgaar. If he ams cheatings on me… fucker had betters watch out. But I t'ink I believes Pickle, maybes. I don'ts t'ink Skwisgaar is cheatings on me, buts… what if he ams gets bored? He ams used to fuckings whoevers he wants as much as he wants, sos what if I'ms not enough? I's know he amnest goings to cheats on me, buts what if he leaves me? Stupids lady dildo, makings me worry like dis! I's need tos practice!
"T'anks Pickle. You ams real bigs help. Let's practice, oskay? I wants to goes through de wholes entire album!" He noddeds, and we gots started. Wes wasn't done until pretties late, ands by de ends of it I's was happies again. Pickle yawned.
"Well, see ya later Toki. I gatta get some sleep tanight, ya know? I'll talk to ya tamarrow." I noddeds, and I yawned tos.
"Ja, byes bye Pickle. Sees you later." He noddeds and left, ands I went tos sleep pretties quick.
Skwisgaar's POV
It was lates, ands I was t'inking of goings to Toki's room, buts dere was a knocks at mine door.
"Skwisgaar! Let me tha' fuck in!" Ah, Pickle. It ams kinds of umspossibles to miss dat voice.
"It ams open, Pickle!" De door flews open, and Pickle stompeds in. Hims face looked justs about as red as hims hair, ands he was obviouslies pretty pissed.
"Motherdouchebag, you weren't fuckin in here with some slut earlier, were you? Because fuckin Nat'an came by and told Toki you were, and you're damn fuckin lucky I heard him an' Murderface talkin and stopped Nat'an from takin Toki off some place. Shit I'm gettin fuckin tired of dis shit!" I's was shocked, tos say de least.
"What in de hells!? Yous know I woulds never does dat! I's love little Toki! Toki ams mine most favoritest persons in dis place! And what de fucks does you mean I's is lucky you's heard Nat'an and Murderface?"
"You'd better fuckin nat have, cause I had to fuckin lie ta Toki an say I was in here with you ta make sure he didn't start fuckin cryin! Anyway, I gat fuckin hungry an' heard Nat'an an' Murderface talkin about Murderface comin in here ta distract you so Nat'an could go get Toki. I went in dere and practiced with him ta keep Nat'an away, but he said he fuckin heard you in here with someone. Ya need ta start spendin more time with him instead of worryin about Nat'an, he's gettin nervous, thinkin ya wanna leave him er some shit! Stap fuckin relyin on me ta do all dis shit for ya! Ya already owe me enough!" I's winced. Mys little Toki was worrieds dat I woulds leave him? Shits, I ams kinds of fuckings dis up. I's need to gets rid of Nat'an once and fors all!
"I's promise, I amnest evers do nothing tos hurt Toki ons purpose. Buts dis ams going tos far. Helps me get rids of Nat'an ands Murderface, Pickle. I's have tos finally ends dis bullshits." Pickle smirked.
"Yeah, alright. So, now you'll owe me a hat tub full of fancy booze, a semi full of sluts, a solid gold guitar, yer room, an' yer car." Its was quiet fors a minute, untils I realized whats he had saids.
"Whats de fucks!?" Pickle laughed and rans off. Piece of shits drummer.
Pickles' POV
Dumbass guitarist. Whatever, guess I'll have ta hunt down Nat'an again. Maybe I can tell him I decided ta be on his side er somethin, I dunno. Damn asshole better fuckin make use of dis time.
