Charles Offdensen woke bright and early in the morning. He followed his daily routine of showering, brushing his teeth, putting on his clothes, and reviewing all the things needing his assistance from meeting with important people to killing threats, it would be a regular day at the office. Only today he didn't make sure his tie was just right. He didn't double check to make sure the list of tortures and executions was accurate. He didn't even eat his protein bar for breakfast. His first order of business was to get a head count of the boys and second was to go straight to the hospital wing to find out the results of Pickles assault.
This wasn't the first time the drummer, or any of dethklok for that matter, got injured in some way. They usually healed fast and moved on but Pickles wasn't just hurt physically, it was emotionally too. This bothered the manager because he didn't do well with emotions and he knew the boys weren't great with them either. The only time they got emotional was if something traumatizing happened. That's why what happened to Pickles bothered him so much. How could a simple beating put Pickles so ill at ease as to flinch and fight away from anyone who tried to touch him?
He entered the hospital wing and went in to the doctor's office.
"So," he started, "How is he?" The doctor stood immediately out of respect.
"He's calm right now, sleeping," The doctor began grimly; "We examined him much to his detest. We had to run some tests."
"Tests?" Charles asked sincerely, "Did you find anything of use to find the culprit?"
"Semen," The doctor said flatly. "Pickles the drummer was sodomized." Offdensen didn't react for minutes. He stood their staring at the wall ahead of him and slowly his eyes burned with anger. His fist clenched. Mr. Offdensen was not one for showing emotion, he trained well. But this was hard to keep in.
"What are the results?" Charles asked turning his head slowly to look at the doctor who looked a little frightened under his gaze.
"I don't have the results yet," The doctor answered carefully. Charles wasted no more time with this. He needed to know who did this. It was his job to know everything. He quickly made his way to Pickles' room.
When the door swung open it startled the drummer awake and he warily looked on as his manager entered in the room with an aura of anger. "Who did it Pickles?" He spat furiously. Pickles looked at him as if he had lost it. "Who raped you?" The red head's eyes widened and he just stared unsure of what to say unsure of how to.
Charles paced. How could this have happened? Under his nose? In mordhaus? Under the protection of the klokateers and Charles himself? How could he let this happen to one of the most important members of Dethklok?
"Offdensen moved toward Pickles quickly and grabbed stiff shoulders. "Pickles, I know you're scared, I know something bad happened. But you have to tell me who did this." He tried to say this calmly without anger and he mostly succeeded.
Pickles took a shaky breath. He couldn't do it. He couldn't say. He just wanted to pretend that nothing happened. He wanted things to rewind and return to normal. "I- I can't," He said quietly looking away from the man holding his shoulders tightly.
Offdensen did not like this answer. He let go of the smaller man and punched the wall leaving a dent. That was the most anger he'd shown in a long time and the first time Pickles ever saw Charles emotional.
Suddenly the rest of Dethklok came in. Charles quickly collected himself and left without saying another word. The band didn't think much of it.
"Hey Pickles," Nathan said awkwardly. Pickles flopped his head down on his pillow feeling tired and anxious.
"Hey," he responded. The four band members made their way in to the room and surrounded the bed. Nathan and Toki at his sides, skwisgaar next to Toki, and Murderface next to Nathan by Pickles legs. The drummer looked at the ceiling knowing that William was there but pretending he wasn't.
"How you feeling buddy?" the bass player lisped acting as if everything was normal and right in the world. Pickles didn't want to answer, didn't want to answer him. But if he didn't want the others to think there was something wrong he had to act normal. He sucked in a deep breath and played it as cool as he could.
"I'm alright," the drummer said moving to look at Murderface. When he looked at him he felt anger and betrayal. He felt sick at the same time but he held everything in. "I'm pissed off they have me in these straps though," he continued pulling a little at the straps to show them what he meant.
"Yeah, that sucks," Skwisgaar responded poking at one of the straps.
"Hey Pickle, we got you something," Toki said excitedly. He pulled out new drum sticks. They looked like they had been blood splattered, it was pretty metal.
"Oh, cool," Pickles smiled. He was about to reach for them and realized he couldn't. "I guess I can't hold them with these straps on, you guys mind if you-"
"Is that really a good idea," Murderface interrupted. "Obviously those straps are there to keep you safe."
"Yeah Murderface is right," Nathan agreed, "I mean, maybe it would be a good idea to wait for the doctor, you know, he's a professional and everything."
"Yeah," Pickles said grinding his jaw, "I guess so."
"Anyway," Skwisgaar cut in," We're all glad that you are better and we decided once you are out of the hospital you will go out with each of us individually."
"Individually?" The drummer asked.
"Yeah!" Toki said excitedly, "We're going to go out and get you a real nice lady!"
"Yeah, whoever gets you the prettiest lady wins," Nathan finished.
"Guys, I don't know," Pickles said not really in the mood for women. Sex was the last thing he wanted right now.
"Oh come on Pickles," Murderface pouted, "It'll be fun. I'm betting that I'll win." Murderface said this as his hand slowly gripped Pickles leg. The smaller man twitched and wanted to pull away but he didn't want the others to get suspicious.
"Please Pickles!" Toki asked. William's grip kept getting tighter and Pickles really wanted him to stop and just leave so he agreed just so they would finally go, so Murderface would go.
Nathan, Toki, and Skwisgaar left with the bass player slowly trailing behind him acting like he was following. But when they cleared the room and didn't notice he was with them anymore he turned around and went straight for Pickles. The drummer stiffened and moved his body as close as he could to the opposite side of the bed from his bandmate.
"I noticed you didn't say anything to Offdensen," he began, "It's for the best really, you don't want everyone knowing you're a fag." In a way that was true. He didn't want the band to think differently of him because he liked men a little but with what happened with William he mostly worried that he would be blamed for it. He worried that everyone would think he was making it up. He worried that everyone would think he enjoyed it and that Murderface would do it all over again. And he felt that if he told and they did believe him that it would break up the band.
"In a few nights I'll be taking you out to set you up with a lady," the bass player continued. "At least that's what the guys think." He paused to touch his hand to the other man's arm caressing his soft skin between his thumb and fingers. "The other night was one of the best nights I've had in a long time," Will said seductively as he could. "I don't see why we can't spend another night together."
"I won't go with you," Pickles said looking away from him squirming at the feel of the calloused hand on his arm.
"If you don't the guys might get suspicious and we don't want that happening," Murderface grabbed Pickles hair harshly all of a sudden and pulled the smaller mans' head up as far as it would go up to will's face. "And if you don't go I'll find another way to have you." Pickles glared into his assaulter's eyes. "That or maybe I'll try out Toki." The drummer stopped glaring and his eyes widened in surprise. Murderface dropped him and his head hit down on his pillow with a flop. "I don't know why I didn't think of it before," Murderface pondered. "But Toki is a much easier target; he's weaker and would be easier to keep quiet."
"Stop," Pickles pleaded. "I'll go with you okay!" he sobbed a little. "I'll go with you as many times as you want just leave Toki alone." Murderface smiled at this and put his hand under Pickles' blanket.
"You know what's great about being rich, powerful and being asshole," He whispered and squeezed his bandmates dick painfully, "I get to do whatever I want. The thing is Pickles," he said squeezing harder, Pickles winced and squirmed, "you're rich but you're not powerful like me. You're just a fuck toy with money." He let go and strolled out of the room.