Sorry it's taking me so long to update this each time... I have so much to do right now, school-wise... Lots of papers, presentations, a play.... Ahhh!! They love to pile it all on right before break... Two more weeks... and then I'll have a break from school! Wooot!

I don't know how many people are still reading this... since I haven't checked the hit count on my stats for this story, but I know at least the few who reviewed are reading it still... :) Thank you for reading and reviewing.

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Toki was so angry. Murderface hadn't hit him very hard, but it still made Toki angry that he had hit him at all. Why couldn't Toki laugh at a joke? Was Murderface really so insecure that he had to be so defensive about a simple joke? Toki sulked down the hallway where the band mates' bedrooms were. As he was about to walk into his own room, he stopped, looking further down the hall. Murderface's room was just a few doors down, and the bassist was definitely not there to stop him from going into his room.

Toki stood silently for a moment, considering his options. He knew he had to get Murderface back for hitting him. He didn't want to hit him back, because then he would be a hypocrite. Ofdensen had told him to never go into Murderface's room, so Toki figured the bassist was probably very particular about keeping everything which belonged to him untouched by anyone else. Therefore, the best way to get back at him would be to go into his room and move some of this things around, or even steal something.

Toki grinned and started walking toward Murderface's room, but stopped suddenly when he heard another door open, and saw the shadow of someone else further down the hallway. He remained completely still, not knowing if he should run and into Murderface's room, run the other way, or simply stay where he was. He decided on the last option, remaining completely still and staring down the hallway, waiting to see who would soon be approaching him.

In a few seconds, Toki saw who was approaching. It was Nathan. At first Nathan looked as though he was just going to walk right passed Toki, ignoring his presence entirely, but when Toki made no attempt to look away or to move at all, but rather stared at Nathan as he walked closer, as if he had just murdered someone, Nathan became somewhat suspicious of what the rhythm guitarist was up to.

Nathan stopped a few feet in front of Toki, "Uh... hey..." he greeted him.

"Hellos," Toki said back, looking and sounding nervous.

Nathan raised his eyebrow, "So... what are you uh... doing?" he asked.

Toki shrugged his shoulders, "nothings," he lied, "just... standings heres... looks-ings at de walls and stuffs... and de floors... de ceilings too..."

Nathan couldn't help but smile slightly. He was by no means a genius, but even he could tell that Toki's lie was the worst lie he had ever heard, "You're... uh... looking at the walls and the ceilings?"

Toki nodded, "Yeah... and de floors."

"Okay..." since Nathan knew Toki was lying, he decided to play along and see how long Toki would keep lying, and how unbelievable his story would get if he just kept acting as though he believed him, "so... did you notice anything interesting about the... uh... walls... and floors?" he asked.

Toki shrugged again, "dey looks pretties goods..." he said, looking up and then to his left and then back at Nathan, "De walls is a good colours."

"Why are you looking at the walls?" Nathan asked, "I mean... isn't there something else that's... uh... more interesting... that you could be doing?"

Toki narrowed his eyes, "likes whats?" he asked.

"I don't know... like... anything else... Seriously... like anything at all..." Nathan told him, "why don't you get drunk again?"

Toki blinked a few times, "Ofdensen tells me nots to."

"So... you're going to always do what Ofdensen says?" Nathan asked, "if we did that... we'd all be like... his employees... or you know... in your case, like his kid," Nathan laughed.

Toki frowned, "I don'ts always do whats he says. I alreadies was drinkings tonights... just not gets drunks. I just has one drinks."

"Yeah... well... having one drink is like having no drinks," Nathan said, "if you're not going to have any more than just one, why even bother?"

"I don't wants to gets drunks rights now!" Toki yelled, more loudly than he had meant to.

"Okay... okay..." Nathan gave in, "you don't have to freak out about it..."

"I nots..." Toki argued, lowering his voice back down to a normal tone, "I gots somethings I has to do... so... I sees you laters."

Nathan nodded, "yeah... Uh... I guess I'll be in the main room... so, uh... you can come hang out in there later if you want to."

Toki nodded, "okays."

Nathan turned and walked away, as Toki stayed exactly where he had been standing throughout their conversation. When Nathan was out of sight, Toki opened the door to Murderface's room, and walked inside. He flipped a light switch near the door and looked around. The room was full of weapons, many of which Toki had never seen anything like, and items that looked to be historical artifacts, such as uniforms from wars, old guns which would have probably been common a few hundred years ago, and other old-looking trinkets.

Toki walked around the room. There were swords, maces, guns, knives, and almost any weapon he could have imagined. If he had been thinking harder, he might have reconsidered his decision of getting back at Murderface, since his revenge might lead to a painful death. He didn't know Murderface very well, and based on the fact that he had hit Toki just for laughing at him, the man could likely decide to kill him with one of these weapons for trespassing in his room.

He looked around some more. He needed to steal something, just so he would feel as though Murderface did not win their mild argument. Toki looked at a table which held many knives and daggers. He picked up one which he liked, and held it. This dagger would be what he would take. Murderface had so many weapons, he surely wouldn't notice just one missing, so this way everyone would win. Murderface would think he had won, but Toki would have stolen one of Murderface's things, so he would know that he had been the one to have truly prevailed.

Toki took the dagger and went back to his own room. He slid the dagger under his bed, so no one would be able to see it. Then he sat on his bed, staring at the photos taped to his walls.

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Nathan walked into the main room where Murderface was sitting in the hot tub, and Pickles was sitting in a chair, watching television.

Nathan knew Murderface's rule about the hot tub, so he knew he would need to get Pickles to get into the hot tub as well before he did, "Hey, Pickles," he yelled across the room, "you getting in the hot tub?"

Pickles nodded, "Yeah. Jest a minute."

Nathan and Pickles both got into the hot tub, Pickles bringing his drink with him.

"Man..." Nathan began, "That Toki guy is weird... everything he does isn't normal... You should have seen him a minute ago... I don't know what he was planning, but he was just standing in the hallway, looking like a kid who was about to steal something or about to break into a store or commit some sort of crime... and when I asked what he was doing... he just said that he was uh... like, looking at the walls."

"Yeah," Pickles agreed, "he's weird alright... I think he like daydreams a lot er somethin' 'cause he's always jest starin' off into space an' whatever."

"Yeah..." Nathan continued, "it kind of makes you wonder... uh... like... maybe he's planning on killing us or something... I can just never tell what he's thinking about... but he said he had something to do or something... so I just left... Hopefully he doesn't kill us, right?"

"Yeah... I kind of would prefer that he didn't decide ta kill us... yeah..." Pickles agreed, "but I don't think he will... I think tha reason he's actin all weird is jest because he jest came to a new country, an' like doesn't speak English completely right an' everything... He's probably jest kind of stressed out from all the change goin' on in his life, ya know?"

"Ahem," Murderface cleared his throat, "how many timesch do we need to remind you that we aren't schupposed to care about each other?"

"I wasn't..." Pickles began.

"Well, I think you kind of schound like you are schowing a perschonal interescht in Toki's perschonal problemsch, and that isch really not very metal..."

Pickles scowled at Murderface, "I think if we think he might decide ta kill us, it's not unreasonable ta kind of maybe wanna discuss it... I was jest saying why I thought he was actin weird... not that I care about it... jest my thoughts on what his deal is, ya know?"

"Whatever," Murderface said in a sarcastic tone.

Nathan decided to cut in before Pickles could say anything in response, "So.. Uh, what about that other guy? The tall one... What happened to him? I haven't seen him since we got back."

"I dunno," Pickles answered. He then looked at Murderface, "An' I don't care either."

Murderface nodded in approval

Nathan sighed. His own rule was becoming tough to follow. If he couldn't even ask where Skwisgaar was, how was he supposed to know where the guitarist was? "I think you guys are taking the... uh... rule about not caring about each other a little too far," Nathan told them, "You can wonder where someone is... That doesn't mean you care about them... you know? It means... like... that you don't know where they are... But... you... uh... like, want to know... where they are... so you ask... But that doesn't mean you care about their personal lives... you just wanna know where they are."

"Schounds about right," Murderface agreed.

Pickles frowned. Murderface continuously contradicted himself, but never admitted he was wrong about anything. Pickles figured he could probably argue with the bassist all night, and Murderface would likely be willing to argue back; the drummer didn't want to waste his time doing so. Therefore, he didn't bother pointing out Murderface's contradictions.

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Skwisgaar had been asleep ever since he, Toki, and Ofdensen had returned from the mall. He now felt well rested, but he was unsure of what he should do now. He was in a huge mansion, undoubtedly full of things to keep him occupied, but he didn't know his way around, and wasn't sure where to start exploring. Instead of going off on his own, he figured maybe he would find Toki and have him come along.

Skwisgaar exited his room and made his way down the hallway to the room which Toki had chosen. The door was closed, so he knocked.

"Holds on!" Toki yelled from inside the room.

"What's you doings?" Skwisgaar asked, impatiently, "can I comes in?"

"Oh... Is just yous... You cans comes in," Toki told him.

Skwisgaar opened the door and walked into the poorly lit small room. He looked around, noticing the same things Pickles had noticed earlier. The room was almost empty, except for a few things, including a teddy bear and eerie photographs taped to the wall. Skwisgaar narrowed his eyes and looked at Toki, who was holding a button in between two of his fingers, "What's you doings in heres?" Skwisgaar asked. From what he saw, it looked like Toki had just been sitting in the dark, holding a button. He didn't know what normal Norwegians did in their spare time, but he doubted playing with a button in a dark room was a popular pastime.

"Promise you won'ts tells?" Toki asked, leaning forward and speaking softly.

Skwisgaar raised his eyebrow, "Okays... I promises..."

Toki leaned even closer and lowered his voice even more, "Dis buttons..." he began, starting to grin and holding up the button for Skwisgaar to see, "I steals it froms Murderface's rooms. Dat guys was a jerks, so I steals somes of his stuffs."

"Uh huh..." Skwisgaar was clearly confused, "You thinks he goings to be mads dat you takes a buttons? He probablies wills not evens notice..."

"But dis buttons is olds," Toki explained, "Is was in a jars whats said 'Civils Wars Battles... Buttons... of Olds... Wars...' I don'ts remembers whats it says... but is olds, and I thinks he likes to collects old things... so I steals it. He maybes not notices, so he thinks nothings, but I knows dat I steals it, so I wins."

"Okays... So anyways... you wants to walks arounds?" Skwisgaar asked, "Sees whats dere is for to do in dis place?"

"I already walks arounds a littles bits," Toki told him, "I goes in de kitchens, and de rooms whats has a hots tubs and televisions... but I cans walks arounds mores..."

"Goods," Skwisgaar smiled, walking out of the room with Toki following, "Which ways you thinks we shoulds goes?"

"I don'ts cares," Toki told him, "just nots in de mains rooms whats has de hots tubs. Murderface is means, and I don'ts wants to talks to hims."

Skwisgaar grinned. Toki was so much like a child... "Okays. We stays outs of dat areas," Skwisgaar agreed.

Neither of the guitarists knew their way around Mordhaus, so Skwisgaar decided to simply pretend he did, leading the way through various hallways. Toki followed, walking slightly behind Skwisgaar, but still to his side, trusting that Skwisgaar wouldn't get them too lost in the giant house.

After walking around for a while, they reached the end of a hallway which had a large window. Toki walked up to the window and peered through it, and downward, at the yard surrounding Mordhaus. There were Dethklok employees doing various tasks to upkeep the plants and other things within the yard. To Toki's delight, there also appeared to be dogs roaming about in a section further away from most of the employees.

"Looks!" he yelled to Skwisgaar, who hadn't been interested in looking out the window and had been leaning against the wall, waiting for Toki to start following him back the way they had come. Skwisgaar walked over to the window and looked down.

"Whats?" he asked, not seeing anything of interest.

"Looks rights overs deres!" Toki yelled, pointing at the dogs, "Dere's dogs outs-sides!"

Skwisgaar finally spotted the dogs, "I thinks those mights be maybes wolves..." he noted.

Toki turned to look at Skwisgaar. He looked back down at the dogs and then up at Skwisgaar again, with a confused expression on his face, "Whats is de difference?"

Skwisgaar looked outside at the dogs, and thought about this for a moment... What was the difference? Dogs and wolves actually seemed just about the same to him, "Dat's a goods questions... I thinks maybe deres is nots a difference afters all..."

Toki nodded, "Lets goes finds a ways outs-sides to plays with dems!" he suggested.

Skwisgaar sighed. He didn't really want to go outside and play with dogs... or wolves... or whatever they were. Dogs just jump all over you and drool and get dirt and mud on your clothing... There was nothing about 'playing' with the dogs/wolves that appealed to him.

Toki continued looking at Skwisgaar, as though he was awaiting Skwisgaar's permission.

"You cans if you wants," Skwisgaar said, "buts I don'ts wants to."

Toki frowned. He wanted Skwisgaar to go with him. He really did want to play with the dogs though. When he lived in Norway, he had seen other people with pet dogs, and had always wanted one, but his parents wouldn't allow it. And when he lived in Sweden, he was barely able to keep himself alive; having a pet was simply out of the question. But now it seemed he did have some pets, and he wanted to play with them.

"You don'ts wants to goes withs me?" Toki asked, disappointment clear in his voice, "I don'ts even knows hows to gets down deres... I never finds de ways outsides."

"I don'ts wants dogs jumps-ings alls overs me," Skwisgaar told him, "I helps you finds a ways outs-sides, but den I maybe goes finds somethings to eats or somethings... I don'ts feels likes goings outsides and gettings dogs drools and hairs alls over me."

"Okays," Toki agreed, knowing that Skwisgaar was not going to give in. Playing with the dogs without Skwisgaar would still be fun.

Toki followed Skwisgaar down some halls until they found an elevator, and took it to the ground floor of Mordhaus. They wandered about for a bit more until they found a door which led outside. Skwisgaar walked outside with Toki to make sure they were in the right place. When they spotted the dogs, Skwisgaar left Toki to go play with them, while the older guitarist went back inside.

Skwisgaar found his way back to the elevator and took it up a few floors. He was trying to find the kitchen, but had absolutely no idea where it was. After looking for about three minutes, he got impatient, and decided to simply ask a Dethklok employee who was walking by.

"Hey yous!" he called out.

The employee stopped, "Yes, Master?"

Skwisgaar grinned. He liked how the employee addressed him as 'Master.' These employees seemed to be willing to treat the band like kings, "I needs for to finds de kitchens in dis place. Where's is it?"

"Would you like me to give you directions, lead you there, or simply have someone bring you your meal to your room, the main room, or any other room of the house?" the employee asked, as though the line was rehearsed.

Skwisgaar raised his eyebrow, "Uh... whatevers... I guess shows me wheres is de mains rooms, and den has somes-ones to brings me somethings," he decided.

"Very well, Master," the employee agreed, leading the way.

The employee led Skwisgaar to the main room, where Nathan, Pickles, and Murderface were sitting on chairs, watching television. Actually, Nathan and Murderface were sitting on chairs watching television, and Pickles was sort of half-laying on a sofa, almost passed out due to consuming far too much alcohol.

Skwisgaar walked over to the sofa Nathan was sitting on, and sat down on the other end of it. Neither Nathan nor Murderface greeted him when he walked into the room, but he wasn't entirely surprised. Pickles, of course, he didn't expect any greeting from, as the drummer didn't seem aware of the fact that Skwisgaar was even in the room.

Skwisgaar looked up at the television, and then at Pickles, who still didn't seem to notice that he had walked into the room. The man looked completely out of it. Skwisgaar looked over at Nathan, "Uh... ams dat guys okays?" he asked, referring to Pickles.

Without taking his eyes off of the television screen, Nathan responded, "Yeah... he's fine."

"Ams you sures?" Skwisgaar asked, looking back at Pickles, "he just layings deres likes he deads..."

"He's fine... okay?" Nathan repeated, "he does that all the time... he'll be fine in a few minutes probably... Just has to... like... digest the alcohol... or something... He's fine though."

Skwisgaar didn't look convinced. He walked over to the sofa where Pickles was laying, and sat down beside him.

"I wouldn't schit there if I wasch you," Murderface warned, "he'sch very drunk, and the posschibility of him throwing up isch very high... Scho... I wouldn't schit scho closche to him... Juscht my advische to you..."

Skwisgaar ignored his warning and shook Pickles by the shoulder.

Pickles turned his head slightly, with unfocused eyes looking at Skwisgaar, "oh... heeeey..." he slurred.

"Hi," Skwisgaar responded, "I was just makings sure you wasn'ts deads."

"Oh... okay," Pickles said, "Okay... uh... well... I'm not... So... thank ya anyways."

Skwisgaar nodded and walked back over and sat next to Nathan again. By the time the show they were watching reached the commercials, Pickles seemed a lot more aware of his surroundings.

"Fascht forward through the commercialsch!" Murderface ordered.

"I don't have the remote," Nathan informed him.

Murderface frowned, "Well... I'm not getting up to look for it."

"Me neither!" Nathan told him.

"Fine!" Murderface yelled, "We'll juscht have to schuffer through the commercialsch then!"

Skwisgaar looked over to Pickles, who was grinning, a bit more sober now, but still not entirely. He had control of the television through various pedals at his feet. Skwisgaar didn't know this, and apparently Nathan and Murderface had forgotten. Pickles didn't seem to care to remind them either. He sometimes liked the commercials, so he could speak and be listened to. When the band was watching the television, Nathan and Murderface almost completely ignored anyone who spoke to them. He didn't know if they did it on purpose, or if they were so engrossed in the television that they did it without knowing, but if he had something to say, he would always have to wait until the commercials.

Pickles didn't have anything to say to Murderface or Nathan, but he did have a question for Skwisgaar, "Whet ever happened to Toki?" he asked. He wondered what Toki had done after Murderface had made him angry. He knew Murderface and Nathan didn't want him to show any interest in anyone's problems, but Toki seemed very emotionally damaged, and he really was slightly worried about how Toki was doing. He seemed pretty angry when he left earlier, "Have ya seen 'im lately? He left here quite a while ago... I hope he didn't run away er anything..."

"Oh... he didn'ts," Skwisgaar told him, "I sees him just a minutes agos. We walks arounds in de halls-ways and looks outs a windows, and he sees some dogs. Den he goes outs-sides to plays with dem."

Pickles narrowed his eyes, "Ya mean tha yard wolves?" he asked.

"Whatevers," Skwisgaar said, "dogs... wolves... what's de differences? Whatevers dey ares, Tokis wents outsides to plays withs dem."

Nathan, who had been listening to their conversation, couldn't help being concerned. Whether Murderface liked it or not, he wasn't going to let their sixteen year old guitarist be eaten by wolves, "He's outside right now?" Nathan asked, to clarify exactly what he was dealing with.

Skwisgaar nodded.

Nathan sighed, "You let him go outside to play with wolves?" he asked.

"Ja... whats is wrongs with dat?" Skwisgaar asked.

Nathan and Pickles both stood up.

"Well..." Pickles began, "I hope they didn't eat 'im..."

Skwisgaar frowned, "Whats you means?"

"Wolves aren't that friendly, ya know?" Pickles explained

"Come on," Nathan urged, "Let's go find him."

Pickles, Nathan, and Skwisgaar made their way down to the ground floor, while Murderface stayed exactly where he was. Just because those guys were giving in and caring about each other doesn't mean he was going to. He didn't care if the wolves ate Toki. They didn't need two guitarists anyway.

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Sorry if I'm making Murderface seem like too much of a dick... but he really is a jerk... so it's not too unthinkable that he wouldn't care if Toki got eaten by wolves. :)

Please review. :)

I'll try to update next weekend, but like I said before, I've got a lot of school stuff, and I might not find time to write more of this... I'll try to, but I cannot make any promises... I'll definately update it eventually though. :)