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Skwisgaar had lead Toki and Pickles to a pub which he seemed to frequent. Toki noticed that Skwisgaar seemed to know the bartender. The three of them sat down and ordered drinks.
"How olds is yous?" Skwisgaar asked Toki only after he had already started drinking, "you don'ts looks eighteen..."
"I nots," Toki said. He picked up the shot glass that had just been placed before him and swallowed it's contents, "I's am sixteens years olds... but dis guys doesn't seems to cares... he didn'ts asks me fors a IDs so I guess it doesn't matters... I don'ts has any IDs anyways. I don't has anythings but my guitars."
Pickles didn't appear to have been listening to their conversation, but apparently he had caught on to the fact that Toki was only sixteen years old, "So yer really jest a kid then?" Pickles asked, sounding quite surprised, "I can't ever really tell how old people are... but I thought ya were at least old enough to drink..."
Toki shook his head, "nots legallies... but I cans drinks if de guys whats sells de drinks doesn't cares how olds I ams," Toki turned away from Pickles and ordered another drink, "I don't has any moneys," he whispered to Skwisgaar, "so I goings to has to runs aways after I dones drinkings heres... I can'ts pays for dis."
"I don'ts has any money eithers," Skwisgaar told him, "I know dis guys. Dats why he doesn't asks you fors a IDs. He won'ts makes us pays, and he doesn't cares dat you not olds enoughs to drinks."
The three of them sat in silence for a few seconds, "So... I noticed ya guys talk weird... like, ya put an 's' at the end of words an' stuff..." Pickles remarked.
"We froms Swedens... not wheres ever yous from," Skwisgaar told him, "We not goods at English, just hows you probablies not goods with Swedish language."
"Actuallies," Toki added, "I's from Norways. I just comes heres not veries longs agos."
"Do you still live with yer parents?" Pickles asked, preparing to make fun of Toki, though he knew that it was quite normal for sixteen year olds to live with their parents.
Toki shook his head, "I runs aways from dat a long times agos..." Toki ordered another drink. He was becoming quite drunk, quite fast.
"Maybes you pace yourself a littles bit?" Skwisgaar suggested, "I don't wants you to be throwings up everywheres..."
"I's fine," Toki assured him.
"Whet do ya mean?" Pickles asked Toki, referring to the fact that he had run away from home, "yer only sixteen... how could ya have run away from yer parents a long time ago?"
"I leaves when I was twelves," Toki told him, "Dat was four years agos, and dat's a long times agos for me."
"So ya have been livin' by yerself since ya were twelve?!" Pickles asked, "whet did yer parents do that was so bad? I mean, yeah, families are annoying, but I didn't even think of leavin' my house when I was that young."
Toki stared down at his drink, without saying anything.
Pickles cleared his throat, "Why did ya run away?" he asked again.
Toki blinked and shook his head, as if waking up from a day dream, "nothings... I don't wants to talks abouts it."
Pickles nodded. He sensed that Toki hadn't had an easy life, and had he been less drunk, he may have been able to make an educated guess at what exactly had happened that Toki didn't wish to speak of. He decided to change the subject, "so whet about you?" he asked, looking at Skwisgaar, "ya live with yer parents?"
"Pft," Skwisgaar scoffed, "of course nots. I leaves my mom's house whens I was sixteens. She's a sluts."
Pickles nodded, "did she and yer dad get divorced then... she cheated on him?" he guessed.
"She cheats on everyones in de worlds. She never gots marrieds to any of dem... or maybes she dids... nots likes I woulds be surprised. I don'ts knows who my fathers is," Skwisgaar explained, "my mothers is such a sluts. She's dirties whores dat couldn'ts even tells me whats my fathers is. I ams surprised I don'ts gots millions of brothers and sisters, cause she's such a sluts... I probablies do, but she nevers tells me... I wouldn'ts be surprised."
Pickles sighed. These two were making his family seem like the most normal psychologically sound family ever to have existed. He had thought he had a difficult family, but compared to these two, his family was quite normal.
"Okay..." Pickles finally said, "so yer like... how old?"
"I's twenty-twos," Skwisgaar told him, "What's abouts yous?"
"Awww... I'm pretty old compared to you guys," Pickles said, "I'm twenty-eight. At least I'm not the oldest in the band though, right? I'm pretty sure Murderface is older."
Skwisgaar shrugged, "Ja..." he looked over to Toki who was no longer paying attention to their conversation. Instead, he was ordering drink after drink, even though he was already quite intoxicated.
"I hope this guy doesn't drink like this all the time," Pickles remarked, "I don't want 'im stealin' all of my booze."
Pickles and Skwisgaar turned around when they heard Ofdensen's voice, "there you guys are!" he called over to them, "I see you've found Toki. Do you have any idea where Murderface and Nathan are?"
Pickles and Skwisgaar shook their heads, while Toki seemed unaware that Ofdensen was even there.
"I'll give them a call," Ofdensen informed them. Though neither Nathan nor Murderface had his number, he did have each of their's. Ofdensen dialed Nathan's number first, but the phone seemed to be turned off, as his call was immediately taken to voice mail. He then tried Murderface's number. While it was ringing, he looked over at Toki, "I think you guys should try to get him to stop drinking. Take him over there to that table."
"Comes on, Tokis," Skwisgaar said, pulling Toki away from the bar, "you's a littles too drunks." Skwisgaar, Pickles, and Toki made their way to a table in the corner while Ofdensen followed, waiting for Muderface to answer.
"Hello, Murderface. This is Ofdensen. Where are you guys?" he said into the phone. He paused as Murderface answered. Then he looked around the pub, "so are we... We're in the corner. I don't see you guys..." He paused again, "Well, come out of the back room and meet us at the corner table. I'm sure you'll be able to find us," another pause, "okay. Bye."
Ofdensen looked over at Toki, who looked like he was about to pass out, "Toki?"
Toki looked up at him, trying to focus on Ofdensen, "Yeah?" Toki asked, his eyes still not focusing.
Ofdensen felt it was probably useless to talk to Toki right now, as he would likely not remember any of what he said, but decided to talk to him anyway, "Did Skwisgaar and Pickles tell you that we've decided to include you in the band?"
Toki didn't respond. He looked at Ofdensen, still not focusing, though he seemed to be trying.
"Well, we'd like to offer you the position of rhythm guitarist. We think you'd be well suited," Ofdensen continued, "...I guess I'll repeat all of this once you're sober."
"I guessch you found that homelessch kid," Murderface commented as he walked up to their table and sat down.
"Yeah," Nathan remarked, "why were we looking for him again?"
"He's going to be the rhythm guitarist for Dethklok," Ofdensen replied.
Nathan nodded, sitting down next to Toki and looking at him. He smirked, looking back at Ofdensen, "he's so drunk right now," he laughed.
"Yes," Ofdensen agreed, "yes, he is. But that isn't funny, Nathan. He's very drunk, and he isn't legally old enough," Ofdensen looked over at Skwisgaar and Pickles, "it was irresponsible of you two to allow him to drink."
Pickles was almost as drunk as Toki, and wasn't listening to Ofdensen. Skwisgaar, who had only had a few drinks looked at Ofdensen for a moment, "okays..." he said.
Ofdensen sighed, and looked at Toki again, "I think it's time we get back to the hotel. Would you like a room there?" he asked Toki, "I'll pay for it."
Toki nodded, "yeah," he quietly answered, slumping forward. Nathan grabbed his arm and pulled him back against the seat so he wouldn't smack his head against the table.
"Well," Murderface interrupted, "I'm not going back to the hotel yet. It juscht got dark and I'm not at all drunk right now... Juscht wait about fifteen minutesch scho I can have a few drinksch."
Nathan nodded, "yeah. I need a few drinks too."
"Fine," Ofdensen agreed, "we can stay for fifteen more minutes, but that's it, and don't drink too much."
Murderface stood up to go order drinks, "just get me whatever you're getting," Nathan called over to him, "I don't feel like standing up and walking over there."
Murderface scowled at him, but obeyed. He came back a few minutes later with three drinks, "I got one for the homelessch kid too," Muderface snickered, pushing the drink toward Toki.
Toki looked down at the drink, a shot of vodka, and picked it up. Before Ofdensen could snatch it way, he drank it. Ofdensen frowned at Murderface, "Try to refrain from getting him this drunk in the future. It's unhealthy, and he's already more drunk than anyone ever should be."
"Aww... but it's scho funny!" Murderface exclaimed, "he looks like he's going to passch out any schecond now... no one elsche is scho funny to get drunk. We're all too usched to drinking, scho we aren't asch funny."
"I don't see anything funny about it," Ofdensen told him, "you're just making him sick, and I don't see how you expect your band to go very far if you're going to cause liver failure and alcohol poisoning to all of your band members. Furthermore, there is nothing at all funny about getting a sixteen year old so drunk that he is about to pass out."
Nathan looked down as Toki fell against his shoulder. He pushed Toki away from himself, against Skwisgaar, who was sitting on the other side of the youngest band member.
"Yous guys readies to goes back to da hotels yets?" Skwisgaar asked. He had an apartment, but if he could get these guys to pay for a hotel room, that would definitely beat staying at his cheap apartment.
"Yeah," Nathan agreed, "I've got booze at the hotel, so I'm ready to go."
"Me too," Murderface offered.
"Alright then," Ofdensen said, "let's go."
They walked out to the limo which they had been using to get around the town. Skwisgaar and Ofdensen led Toki to the vehicle, as he was so intoxicated that it was difficult for him to walk. Pickles, though quite drunk, made his way to the limo on his own, as he had a higher tolerance for alcohol, and it didn't effect him nearly as much.
When they made it back to the hotel, Murderface, Pickles, and Nathan went up to their rooms, while Skwisgaar and Toki waited downstairs while Ofdensen paid for their lodging.
Skwisgaar was sitting in the lobby, on a couch with Toki who was passed out, laying down beside him. He looked up at Ofdensen as he approached, "Dis guys is goings to be a problems if he always drinks dis much," he told him.
"He shouldn't have been drinking at all," Ofdensen remarked, "don't give him alcohol, and he won't drink so much. I've only ordered one more room, and here's my offer to you," he said, "it's a nice room, and you can either stay in it with Toki and keep an eye on him, or take my room and I'll stay with Toki."
"So you wants me to babys-sits dis guys so he don'ts drowns in his own vomits?" Skwisgaar rephrased the proposal.
Ofdensen nodded, "essentially... or I can stay with him. I just don't want him staying by himself when he has just consumed so much alcohol."
"I stays with hims," Skwisgaar said, surprising Ofdensen with his answer.
"You're not going to just get him more drunk are you?" Ofdensen asked, "because while you think it's funny now, it won't be later."
"No. I makes sure he doesn't drowns in his throws up," Skwisgaar told him. He really wanted to spend more time with Toki. Toki clearly hadn't had an easy life, and Skwisgaar felt that he hadn't either. Everywhere he went, it always seemed like no one around him understood just how horrible someone's family could be. While it seemed like Toki didn't want to talk about his family, Skwisgaar felt that while he was drunk, he might be willing to do so, and Skwisgaar wanted to know what exactly had caused Toki to leave his home when he was only twelve.
"Alright," Ofdensen reluctantly agreed. He hoped that Skwisgaar could be trusted. He handed the blond man the key to the room, "I'll go up there with you."
Skwisgaar and Ofdensen led Toki to the elevator, and then down the hallway to the hotel room. Ofdensen led Toki to one of the beds and he immediately laid down on it.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Ofdensen told Skwisgaar, "keep an eye on him. Don't just go to sleep when I leave."
"Of course I wont's," Skwisgaar assured him, "goods nights."
Skwisgaar closed the door and looked over at Toki. Toki was awake now, but just staring up at the ceiling, "yous okays?" Skwisgaar asked.
"Yeah," Toki told him. He was still drunk, but the alcohol was wearing off.
Skwisgaar felt he should probably try to get Toki to talk now before the alcohol was completely worn off, and his best plan for getting him to talk was to start talking himself first, "you knows... I lives withs my moms untils I was sixteens," he started, "shes was nots a nice mothers."
Toki nodded, "I liveds with my moms toos... and my dads..."
"Ja..." Skwisgaar continued, "shes gets drunks all de times, and sleeps with alls differents mens, whos also gets drunks. Dey woulds gets in fights with me sometimes. Hers boyfriends whats was drunks, dirties gross mens."
Toki didn't say anything.
"You knows... most peoples has goods lifes... yous and I didn'ts," he said, "I tells you abouts my lifes, if yous tells me abouts yours. Dat ways we won'ts feels likes we alones."
Toki nodded, "You goes firsts."
"Hows abouts I answers one questions of yours, and dens you answers ones of mines?" Skwisgaar suggested, "ones at a times."
Toki nodded again, "okays... I don'ts knows whats to asks..."
"I asks firsts den," Skwisgaar offered, "whys you runs aways from yours house?"
Toki frowned. He didn't like talking about this stuff, but he was much more open to talking since he was drunk. Still, it bothered him to speak of it, so he remained vague, "my parents weres means to me."
"Whats did dey do?" Skwisgaar asked.
"I don'ts knows if alls kids is supposed to do lots of works and gets hits all de times, but I don'ts likes it, so I leaves. Maybes I was supposeds to stays, but I can'ts ever tells whats dey wanteds me to do... I tries to do whats dey says, but dey always mads at me, and always punishes me..." Toki told him, sounding like he might cry. He hadn't answered the question clearly, but Skwisgaar could guess at least, based on the information Toki provided, what his parents had done. It was Toki's turn to ask a question now, but it didn't seem like he was going to, so Skwisgaar simply started talking.
"My mothers always hads a differents mans overs each nights, and dey weren'ts usuallies means to me untils I gots olders... but den sometimes dey woulds hits me when my moms was asleeps... and when I tells her, she doesn't cares," Skwisgaar told Toki.
"I wonders sometimes..." Toki began, "I wonders if all families is likes dat... means to de kids."
Skwisgaar shook his head, "no, not alls families is likes dat, Toki," he told him, "yous and I just unluckies. We has crappy parents. But we don'ts has to worries abouts it no mores. We heres nows, and goings to be in dis bands. We gots a new families now, de bands. We may not likes each others, but dat's better den livings with our others families, hm? At least dis guys won'ts be beatings you ups, hm?"
"Yeah," Toki agreed, his voice quiet.
"Ja," Skwisgaar said, "dis guys likes a families, onlies a betters families, whats doesn't hurts each others. Is likes havings just brothers, with no parents."
"I sometimes wish dat I has a parents who wills helps me, because livings in dis worlds is scaries," Toki said, sounding more and more like he was about to pass out as he spoke. Skwisgaar wondered if Toki would even remember their conversation when he woke up the next morning.
"We all sticks togethers," Skwisgaar told him, "withs de bands, and we helps each others in dis scaries worlds, ja?"
Toki nodded.
"You's okays?" Skwisgaar asked Toki, "you's not goings to throws ups and drowns in it, hm?"
Toki shook his head, "I justs ams tireds," he said, his eyes closed.
"Okays," Skwisgaar told him, "I glads we talks... I sees you tomorrows mornings den."
Skwisgaar stayed up for about a half an hour, making sure Toki didn't drown in his own vomit, but after that short amount of time, which seemed long for Skwisgaar, who was simply sitting and staring at Toki, he went to bed as well.
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If you're wondering where this story is going, I was thinking of just having it be how the band got along when they first came together, leading up to their first concert maybe... or just their first album... I don't know. I'm still not sure. As always, I'm making this up as I go... I know that's a bad idea, because it's good to plan out an ending before you start writing, but this is just an internet fanfiction story... The world won't end if this ends up sucking.
