Hi everyone. ^_^ Thank you for all of the reviews and story alert/favourite story and all that stuff. It's a nice ego-boost. I'm writing several stories at once, so that's why it takes so long for me to update... sorry about that... At any rate, here is chapter 7! I hope you like it:
Chapter7
It wasn't long before Toki was getting worn out by the dancing game. Ordinarily he wouldn't get tired so easily, but he remembered he had forgotten to eat anything. In Norway sometimes he would be punished by having to skip meals, so he knew he could go on without eating if he had to, but somehow he didn't think the people at Mordhaus would punish him as much as his parents used to, since the band and their employees were pretty much letting him do whatever he wanted.
He looked over at Murderface, who was still playing the same game as when he and Pickles had walked into the room. He hadn't greeted them, or acknowledged their presence in any manner, "Hellos," Toki said to him, walking up beside him.
"Hold on!" Muderface growled, "juscht wait a schecond. I'm juscht about to beat my high shcore."
Toki frowned. He hoped Murderface was almost done. He waited a few seconds, "Ares you dones now?" he asked.
"No!" Murderface yelled, "I schaid juscht hold on a schecond!"
"I'm hungries. Where's do I gets to de kitchen?" Toki asked.
Some music sounded on the game followed by Murderface slamming his hands down into the machine, "Dammit!" he yelled, causing Toki to wince. He wasn't used to anger being expressed so loudly, "you made me lose! What do you want?" Murderface scowled down at him.
Toki's eyes were wide, "nothings," he whispered. His rumbling stomach didn't seem so important anymore. He didn't even want to tell Murderface what he had orginally asked him, as he was afraid the man would be even more angry that he had lost his game when the issue wasn't even an important one. It wasn't like someone was dying or anything.
"Juscht tell me what you want. Come on. I already loscht, so juscht schay it," Murderface urged.
"Never minds," Toki persisted, backing away from the angry looking man.
Murderface sighed, "Thisch is your lascht chance. Do you want schomething or not?"
Toki shook his head. He didn't want Murderface to be angry with him, and guessed he should probably just not say anything else to him for the time being.
Murderface scoffed and walked out of the room, mumbling something under his breath.
Toki watched him leave and then decided he should go and find the kitchen on his own. He knew it was somewhere around here. Skwisgaar and Pickles had taken him there the previous day. He walked out of the main room and through the hallways eventually stumbling upon the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator. There were a lot of glass bottles. There wasn't much in the refrigerator that he recognized. A lot of the items were things he didn't ever have in Norway. Brand-named, pre-packaged food, mostly. He looked until he found a bag of carrot sticks. Out of everything in the refrigerator, that seemed the most like something he would have had in Norway. He took a handful and started munching them.
"Oh, hello," Toki heard someone's voice from behind him. He turned around. It was the man with glasses, Ofdensen. He was carrying a few brown paper bags, "I took the liberty of going shopping for some healthier food. The band eats a lot of junk food. I thought you might like some healthier things... and something other than alcohol to drink."
Toki looked up at him, "Whats did you buys?" he asked.
"Well, I bought milk, stuff to make grilled cheese sandwiches, apples, crackers..." he began, "would you like me to make something for you?"
"Whats am grills cheese sandwiches?" Toki asked.
"It's just a cheese sandwich. Cheese between two slices of bread, and then grilled, so the cheese is melted. Would you like one?" Ofdensen offered.
Toki nodded. He didn't usually get to choose what he ate. He usually either ate what his mother made, or ate nothing at all. Toki sat down on a bar stool which was next to a table in the kitchen and watched Ofdensen make the sandwich.
"Do you want a drink while you wait?" Ofdensen asked, "I've got apple juice, orange juice, milk, water... white grape juice."
Toki grinned, "I woulds likes grapes juice," he told the band manager.
Ofdensen poured a glass of juice and handed it to Toki.
"Ams you de dads of de bands?" Toki asked, wondering why the seemingly older man was so much more mature and parental compared to the rest of the band.
Ofdensen laughed, "No," he responded, "I am the manager. I just make sure they don't do anything too stupid. I take care of the money issues; make sure all of the bills get paid and all the boring stuff."
Toki nodded, "Do I has to learns de guitars?" he asked, "I know I ams in de bands laters when I gets olders, but can I just learns it laters? It makes my fingers hurts and I rather plays with legs-ohs."
Ofdensen looked over at him, "well, I don't suppose you have to," he began, "I think the rest of the band would like you to though. I'm sure you could still learn later instead if you don't like it now." Ofdensen set a plate containing the sandwich in front of Toki. The sandwhich had been cut into four smaller pieces to make eating it a less messy task.
Toki began to eat the sandwich as Ofdensen sat down across the table from him.
"Toki, how did you find your way to the kitchen? Where is Skwisgaar?" Ofdensen asked.
"I don'ts know," Toki told him between bites, "Pickle brings me to de videos games and den I finds out hows to gets here... I think Murderface ams mads with me," he added in a whisper, "I makes him lose his games. Nots on purpose... but is my faults he losed it."
"Well, he can get pretty irritated rather easily," Ofdensen commented, "if he gets angry with you, don't let it upset you too much."
Toki nodded, and took another bite of sandwich, "ams it almost beds time?" he asked, "I ams gettings sorts of sleepies."
"You can go to sleep whenever you want to," Ofdensen told him, "Are you finished eating?"
Toki nodded again, "whats we do tomorrows?" he asked, "I alreadies builds legs-ohs towers and cities. Alreadies plays video games... alreadies plays scales of geez..."
"I don't know, Toki," Ofdensen told him, "we'll do something fun though. We'll figure something out tomorrow morning, okay?"
"Okays," Toki agreed, putting his plate and cup in the sink after emptying their contents into a trash can, "wills you shows me hows to gets back to de rooms where I sleeps?" Toki asked.
"Of course," Ofdensen responded, "pay attention and you'll be able to find your way back on your own in no time," he suggested as they walked, "but don't ever feel afraid to ask if you forget, okay?"
"Yeps," Toki nodded as he followed Ofdensen to his room. Ofdensen flipped on the light switch stepped aside so Toki could enter the room.
"You need anything before I leave?" Ofdensen asked.
Toki shook his head, "nopes," he said, climbing into the bed, "wheres did Deddy Bears go?" he asked after looking around the blankets for a moment.
"Well... I can't say I know," Ofdensen remarked, not wanting to tell Toki that the bear, along with the rest of Toki's belongings had vanished as though he had never existed within the walls of Mordhaus, "we can get you a different bear though," he offered.
"Dat's okays. I don'ts needs one. I wills finds Deddy Bears tomorrows. I looks for him when I wakes up. He's gots to be arounds heres somewheres... I sees him earliers befores," Toki told him, "thanks you fors the sandswich ands fors showings me hows to finds back my ways to dis rooms," Toki added.
"You're very welcome, Toki," Ofdensen smiled, "Do you need anything else?" he asked again.
Toki shook his head a second time.
"Okay then," Ofdensen began, "good night."
Toki smiled, "goods nights."
Ofdensen closed the door behind him as he left, leaving Toki in the darkness of the windowless room. Sleeping in a dark room didn't scare him as much as it might scare other children. He was actually quite content. He liked living here. No one punished him. Most of the people, with the exception of Murderface seemed to actually like him, and Ofdensen seemed like what Toki had imagined the perfect father would be.
If Toki could manage to get out of having to learn the guitar and could stay out of the way of Murderface, this life would be his dream come true.
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