Squick warning: Uh ... teeth.

When reality settled around Nathan again, he was alone. Well, not alone, but the guys weren't here. It must be his turn, then.

He was in a dungeon of some kind, tied down to a soft bed. There were a bunch of hot demon chicks around. Well ... that wasn't so bad, he decided.

"Why am I tied up?" he asked.

One of the demon ladies hissed, "We musst prepare you for our queen. She needsss a new consssort."

"That's ... like ... a boyfriend, right?" he asked, considering the unfamiliar word.

"Yessss," the demon chick said.

It didn't seem fair, after Murderface's and Skwisgaar's fucked up nightmares, that he got to have an awesome dream, but he wasn't going to complain.

His Dethphone rang. Of course he couldn't reach.

"Hey. Hey, hot chicks." As one, all of the demon ladies looked at him. "Can one of you get that?"

One stalked over to him, her hips swaying, and took the phone from his pocket, then turned it on. She held it to his ear, tracing his jaw with her other hand.

It took him a few seconds. "Hello?"

"Nathan! I didn't think this would work," a calm voice said on the other end.

What the — "Ofdensen?" The demon licked her lips, and a second demon came to join her.

"Yes, Nathan, it's me. I need to know what's going on. What did you do?"

Nathan didn't answer, because there was a taloned finger running slowly up and down his chest.

"Nathan?"

"What? I didn't hear you."

The sigh on the other end was long-suffering. "Nathan. What is going on?"

"Oh. Yeah. Uh, we were recording, and now we're ..." his voice trailed off as the finger went lower.

"Nathan."

"Stuck in each other's dreams." The finger stopped, then started trailing back upwards. This was hot.

"I thought this might happen. I saw the lyrics you were using. You realize when you get back, I'm confiscating that book, right?"

"Look, I'm uh ... kinda busy. Can I, you know. Call you back?" The second demon chick's finger was running along his throat, scratching lightly at the underside of his chin.

"What? No, Nathan. This is important. Whose dream are you in now?"

"Mine." He chuckled a little as the finger hit a ticklish spot on his side. "Seriously. I'll call you back."

"Nathan!" Ofdensen sounded angry.

"You ruin all my fucking fun. Robot," Nathan muttered, just loud enough to carry.

There was a sigh, and Nathan could picture the manager squeezing the top of his nose, eyes scrunched shut. Or could if that wonderful finger hadn't hit another ticklish spot, quite a bit lower than the first. "Nonetheless, I need some answers. Whose dreams have you gone through already?"

It took him several seconds to comprehend the question. "Murderface's and Skwisgaar's," he said.

"Alright. You all need to stay together. Together, Nathan. I will try to meet you in either Pickles' or Toki's dreams. Got it? Nathan?"

"Uh ... look, I'll call you back."

The demon chick turned the phone off and set it aside, and a few more of the women joined her and her friend.

They teased him for a few more minutes, then the first one climbed onto the bed to straddle him, and Nathan finally got a good look at her ... assets. He stared in shock, and darkness ate at the edge of his vision. He fought the ropes, but they were tied expertly, and he wasn't going anywhere.

An ugly demon burst into the dungeon room, and said something in a sharp, hissing language to the women on the bed. They pouted at her, but got down.

"Oh thank God," Nathan said, the cold horror at the pit of his stomach making his dick wilt. He hoped the guys got here fucking fast.

Maybe it was because he was dreaming, or maybe it was just a coincidence, but a few seconds later, Skwisgaar kicked open the door, wielding his guitar like a weapon. He took the head off the ugly demon with one swing.

"Nathan getsh a room full of- of babesh! That'sh not fair!" Murderface wailed, but then the hot demon chicks recovered from their surprise. There had to be dozens of them — it really hadn't seemed like nearly that many when they were all surrouding the bed.

They all bared ferocious teeth as their eyes glowed red, and a few sprouted batlike wings and took to the air.

"Hey. Hey! One of you assholes untie me," Nathan said, hoping he'd kept the panic out of his voice.

Toki had picked up one of the giant, iron candelabras along the wall and was swinging at the demons in the air. Every swing took one or two down. Skwisgaar and Murderface flanked him, destroying the demon women that were swarming toward them.

Pickles slipped through the door and made it to the bed without being noticed. "Dood, Murderface has a point, ya know? This really ain't fair."

"They have teeth in their ... mrrfrrgrrlls!" As soon as one of his hands was free, Nathan started tearing at the rope around his other wrist.

"They had ... oh shit, really?" Pickles looked horrified at the thought.

Nathan just yanked at the rope harder. "Hurry, the queen's still coming."

The floor was strewn with pieces of demons. "They reallies has teeths in their vaginas?" Skwisgaar used his blood-covered guitar to prod at one of the pieces. "Calms down, Toki," he murmured offhandedly, as the other guitarist continued to wave the huge candlestick around. "They ams all deads."

"Yeah," Nathan said, wrapping the sheet protectively around himself.

Skwisgaar looked thoughtful. "I woulds maybes still does them," he finally said.

"I wouldn't! I couldn't play my bassh," Murderface muttered, cleaning his knife on his shorts.

"So ... now what?" Pickles asked. "You gotta wake up, right?"

"Yeah. Um. How?" He looked over at Skwisgaar and Murderface.

"I always plays my guitars, and it sounds dildos like Toki's, and I wakes up," Skwisgaar said. Toki glared at him, hefting the candelabra a little, but subsided with a pout when he caught Nathan glaring.

Murderface just shrugged. "Yeah, it'sh alwaysh the same for me."

Well, that didn't help much.

There were footsteps on the stairs outside the door. Toki grabbed up the candlestick again, and Skwisgaar tightened his grip on his guitar, but Pickles stepped in. "No, douchebags, that's what'll wake him up."

"Pickles, you asshole, don't even—"

The door opened, and the most beautiful woman Nathan had ever seen walked in. Skwisgaar started to smile at her and lowered his guitar, but Pickles and Toki both grabbed him and he stopped, looking disgruntled.

The woman swayed over to the bed where Nathan still sat. "Hello, consssssort," she whispered seductively.

He glared at his bandmates, then looked at her as she disrobed. Spikes popped out of her body like a porcupine and as she climbed up on the bed, his vision went dark again.

When his vision cleared, they were all in a different place.