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"You think we should even be doing this?"

"Relax Abigail, if we get her involved it'll make the living situation a lot less weird."

Both Dick Knubbler and Abigail stood in front of melody door as Abigail knocked she hoped in her heart that Nathan would try to see what this attempt was really supposed to be.

He's a sweet man on the inside, he'll know what to do.

Melody sat in the middle of her bedroom cutting stationary paper and and pasting in the colorful borders of her scrap book. Before leaving Margarets house, her and Athena gave Melody old pictures of the three of them through the years. The oldest and most precious was of all of them in Kindergarten. Athena had on a baby blue dress with little white bows in her pigtails while standing next to her in contrast was Margaret wearing salmon colored shirts with a striped navy shirt. Both smiling at the camera, in Melodys disappointment she saw herself standing next to Margarets side in brown courtrooms looking away somewhere. She wondered why she looked away and wished she had made a better picture. Sighing the feeling away, she pasted the snapshot in the first page. Done with most of the decorations it was time to put her pictures in.

Piece by Piece...if only I could pull myself together like that so easily.

Her thoughts rushing in her sadness buried deep came at an interuption when a knock came on the door. Getting up and doing a quick stretch she opened the door and was greeted by the bands two producers.

" Hey Melody!" Abigail voice perked up.

"Hi you two, what's going on?"

"Well, we were wondering if you'd like a quick tour of the studio" Abigail said, " Just in case you know where you could find any of us."

Shrugging, Melody decided to follow them down the corridors into an elevator. With a ding and the doors closing they decended down.

"Strange how this this things keeps going further down is it ever gonna stop?" Melody said moments later. Abigail laughed a little.

"It's funny, I've gotten so used to it now. We have to have the studio deep underground for security reasons." After another minute it stopped and open it's doors to reveal a spacious lounge area with a long set of studio windows designated for each member. Lined up and down the perimeter were mixers, synth boards, key boards, microphones, and headphones that sprawled around its surfaces with laptops set in abundance. Dick knubbler sat in a chair facing across from him in the booth was Pickles testing the sound of his snare drum. Sitting along the lounge booth seats were the rest of the band.

"Oh, hi's Melody's!" Toki greeted first.

"Ohhh looks," Siwssgaar followed stoping his fingers strumming, "Nice to's sees yous again!"

"Nice to see you all again, are you all practicing?" Melody replied softly.

"Youre gonna like this Mel," Knubbler answered, "We're working on a new album, Nathan insisted to have a prelude album to the actual album then an outro album. Don't ask me how this is gonna happen all I know I'm gonna make it happen-"

"Alright Dick enough of your shit." Nathan grunted out, "Pickles, you been fucking around with your drums for more than an hour."

Behind the glass, Pickles tossed his drum set around out of frustration, "Motherfeckin Murderface fatass put dents in 2 of my drums and my cymbals the other night when we played in Glasgow!"

"Schut the fuck up Pickles I'd Schaid I'd buy you another set a week from now

"Yous cants keeps moneys promise like that yous still owes me a millions!"

"Scwissgar you're not helping-"

"Yous saids last weeks you pay mes backs for the stupid dreamcatchers classes we tooks-"

"Schhhh..Toki that's a secret!"

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Nathan exclaimed silencing everyone with his scowl deepening, "We waited too long to get started over stupid shit, and I'm not dealing with it today! Pickles get out of the sound room and leave with every body fucking else. I don't care if I have to get the dents out with my own hands I'm getting a throat-fucking drum solo today!"

Without another word Pickels threw his drum sticks at the window and stormed out with the rest of the band as Knubbler tried to calm the red head down. As Nathan picked up a large drum to examine the dents, Abigail put her hand on his shoulder, "Nathan I know time lately has been frustrating but please we're all feeling the same amount of stress-"

He grabbed her by the hand woth a different look in his eyes, "Why did you being her here?" She gave him a pleading look, "...the rest of the band doesn't know yet, just you, me and Knubbler. I have a feeling you could help with easing in the process."

Squeezing her hand tighter he responded, "Don't take initiative like this ever again I know there's no other choice but please don't take this any farther." Checking beyond the studio glass he checked to make sure Melody was gone so she didn't listen to what they were saying. Nobody but him and Abigail remained.

"Nathan," she said softly, "I'm sorry."

"It's Okay, you're usually a hard ass with setting time and scheduling but with something like this prophecy she can't be rushed." He gave her a deep sigh, Abigail saw anger no longer there but concern.

"I wish I didn't learn my destiny the way I did, but for fucks sake she's still a child." After a long stretch of silence Abigail made her way to the studio door.

"Abby." Nathans gruffed voice sounded out, "Bring her back in please."

After the storm out everyone was on a couple levels up in a big room knubbler collected Pickles and everyone else to go 'ease tension.' Melody could care less where they all went. She tried to contain her tears as they left. The screaming, the argueing...

She sat on a lounge sofa in the room alone and bursted into tears trying at the same time to calm down and rationalized the yells were not directed at her at all. "You're in a safe place. They weren't going to hurt you. They love and care for you." She felt absolutely pathetic crying over the incident but knew she had to let it out, "Just take a deep breath." She thought to herself and suddenly thought of sonny. Checking her phone she wiped away her tears and looked for his number. It was only 4 days ago they gave each other their numbers and thought to text him a hello, maybe a conversation would shift focus on him. She texted Margaret first on what she should say. In less than a minute her friend texted an idea for all of them to hang out. "There's another show happening this Saturday in the city out in the east side," Maragarets text read, "Invite him, theres a lot of scenic type places, really nice views. Nothing sktechy."

Thinking about it Melody thought about how nice it could be, and hoped he was just as nice as he was that night.

"Or maybe I got too high and he isn't as nice-"

*DING* The elevator opened and saw Abigail standing by the door. "Hey Melody? I know this is a little confusing but Nathan would like to talk." Curiously, Melody walked into the elevator, once again decending down the levels.

"I'll wait for you in the lobby ok?"

Melody nodded and went inside the studio where Nathan sat in front of a mic. "Hey, have any music interests?" The lead singer asked.

"U-uhm," she stammered, slightly shocked on his change of mood, " Well...I'm not sure instrument-wise. But I sing time to time." Looking towards her, Nathan stood up and opened a door that lead to inside the recording booth, "If you don't mind I'd like to hear it." He mumbled in his gruff voice.

Nervously, Melody tried to make an excuse," I'm not that good! Hahah.. I mean I find my voice not the best I can't hit high notes well either-"

"I didn't ask if you were any good, I want to hear you. Sing whatever you want I'll be listening." Nathan then put on his headphones as Melody shuffled into the booth. Seeing across the glass Nathan rested his elbows on the mixing board and said, "Sounds on. Just let it go."

Fumbling with her hair, Melody cleared her throat home to high and low note then started to sing a song she heard from a long time ago.

"There is a park that is known for the face it a tracks

colorful people whose hair on one side is swept back"

Looking away from her twiddling thumbs she raised her head up but could not make eye contact with Nathan in the studio senseing she might be nervous. She figured she'll just have to push through this one a little more.

"The smile on their faces it speaks of profound inner peace

ask where they're going and I'll tell you no where

They've taken a lifetime lease on Paisley Park"

Taking a quick breath she let go of her feelings and rolled them out with the lyrics.

"The girl on the seesaw is laughing
For love is the color
This place imparts (Paisley Park)
Admission is easy, just say you
Believe and come to this
Place in your heart
Paisley Park is in your heart."

In the last line Melody fell flat. Quietly admitted she didn't want to sing any more. "It's OK," Nathan said as he turned off his mic and open the door to sit with Melody. Sighing he said, :it's not just to see if you could fit in the albums, but see if you had found your voice."

Confused she asked what he meant. Getting slightly uneasy about spilling out his past he remembered the talk he had with Abigail, Melody needed to become confident to survive and Abigail felt he should be involved to help.

"When I was a kid I couldn't speak I tried to hide my discomfort well enough from dildos but I still struggled with it until I turned 13 my dad had a stash of old metal and early rock records some never becoming household names just some regular Jack offs nobody really knew and their names I can't remember but as soon as I started playing them in full volume in my parents basement I found myself screaming along with the singers."

Chipping the black nail polish off his thumbnail, Nathan continued, "Not long after I started to look for more grittier heavy sounds and more brutal noises that it wasn't enough for me to express my discomfort and anger from not being able to communicate properly. Eventually, said fuck it, and started my own band same one I'm with today."

His green eyes seem to change deeper in color, "And after I said fuck it I knew I had found my voice. I know you're a shy person but I hope some day you feel like you belong here. Charles isn't the best at expressing this, but know he is grateful that you're still around and wants nothing but to have you be happy."

After a pause Melody spoke up, "My mother used to sing to me I'm sure well into my childhood. I only remember what her face and voice looked and sounded like. Hugging herself Melanie chose to put down a defense...

"It won't hurt." She thought.

"I guess that's why growing up without her, I sing whenever I'm nervous or alone or when there's so much uncertainty," She smiled back of façade, "But I understand all of you care for me and want the best and Im thankful for people like you." Nathan was satisfied with this response, he honestly didn't want to have this type of talk but he knew Charles was too much of a robot and Abigail's sentimental ways grew on him. Both Nathan and Melody exited the studio back on ground level, as Melody headed back to her room, Abigail and Nathan stopped in the hall to talk.

"Thank you Nate," she said softly hugging him close. Nathan wondered how they managed to last this long it even surpass the length of his time compared to his ex Rebecca. He felt the time being spent with her truly made him different.

"Hey Abigail about the prophecy," his stare turned serious as the topic wasn't easy to discuss, "I know it's something in our control but out of our hands at the same time, you been helping me out... I'm uhhh...I'm sorry for being tough though."

Patting her lover on the back, Abigail gave a smile, "It's alright hardass lets go get some drinks."


Rushing back to her room Melody felt the vibration of texts through her back pocket. Her phone was going off and wondered what Margaret was sending her. Closing the doors of her room securing her privacy she sat on the edge of the bed and saw 15 new messages...

"Maragret💋: Well cmon are u gonna do it or me?"

"Margaret💋: Thank me later 😏"

Scrolling down she saw Sonny had texted her.

"Sonny💕: Hey you, Mags already lmk whats happening Saturday. You going?"

Groaning she wondered what else Margaret had told him and read his last text.

"Sonny💕: sorry if ur busy rn get back to me whenever :)"

She felt like such an idiot for ignoring him. Quickly she texted back...

"Melody: Hi! Sorry haha I was singing but yeah I'm down for Saturday. See ya :)"

Sending yet she regretted it and immediately felt like she sounded stupid, "I'm down for saturday see ya?!" What a poet!" she groaned. Thinking of other ways she could've worded it, he replied back minute later.

"Sonny💕: Awesome I didn't know you sang. C u saturday ✌ "

Staring at the text she decided to leave it at that. She was relieved and flustered that his text didn't give off annoyed vibe. She thought he could just be that nice after all. Going back to her inbox she replied to Margaret's spam messages

"Melody: U can be such an ass y'know that?"

"Margaret💋: LMAO"


In the upstate part of the city, Knubbler took the boys out 14 stories up in a high scale VIP bar - including all the endless décor and fluff just to get shitfaced.

"OK OK Pickles!" Knubbler giggled drunkenly, "Take this next shot for your fucked up symbols to get replaced." Laughing hysterically everyone else egged Pickles on for the 27th shot in row. Downing it with ease Pickles strained out, "Yew guys are seriously asshole's fer freezing my account's te git another drum set,. You fucker's." Smiling, he rubbed his face out frustration as the rest of the band laughed on.

"Dont be schuch a wussch Pickles! You're only a couple more schots away from usch buying you another drum schet!" Murderfaced cackled, spilling beer on the floor.

"Yous knows," Skwisgaar said, catching his breath from laughing, " Maybes at this rates yous could gets your moneys back from moiderface tonights!" All roared up laughing except muderface who had his arms crossed, Pickles elbowed his arm and giggled out, "Dood, if that were the truth it would take me the rest of my life to drink off the money Murderface owes me!"

Knubbler tried to steady his laughing but couldn't help snorting while trying to pour another glass of whiskey. He remembered Nathan's impatience in the studio and didn't think twice about bringing him up, " Aww man, Nathan shouldn't be acting so serious and instead should be here with us watching you drink yourself to death all night Pickles."

The drummer stretched his arms back, the alcohol was finally getting him drunk, "Where is that guy anyeways?"

Knubbler screwed the bottle on tight, trying to find good explanations while drunk was in his forté, "He's errh...in the studio, with Charles little cousin Melody. I think." The band understood his drunk stammering, remembering the obscure new situation in mordhaus now.

"Melodys!" Skwisgaar downed another shot, "She sings or plays guitars? Oh well whatevers I dont really knows hers ats alls. Except Tokis!" He wide-eyed his fellow guitarist.

"You mean hisch vomit met her." Murderface snided.

Embarrased, Toki exclaimed quickly, "Cans wes gets over that please? I still can'ts sees Charles in the eyes!" He face became more flustered as the heat from the alcohol didn't help the Norwegian.

"Only teasin' Toki," Pickles said calmly with a smile still on his face, "I'm sure she already forgave yew."

Toki was still fixated on what happened and started rubbing his neck, his drunk lips wanted to let loose of something... "I kind ofs brokes a rule..."

The whole table got quiet, fearing the worst. "What did you do?" Knubbler asked sharply.

"I-it's nothing majors ju-just taught hers some guitars!" A sigh of relief flooded the table.

Murdeface jabbed in annoyance, "Wasch that all Toki? Got ush thinking it'sch deeper schits than throw up."

"Didn't Charles tells us before she cames to keeps a distance?" He squeaked out.

Knubbler responded, "Toki, babe, teaching her guitar isn't what he meant about keeping a distance. She's his only family. It's gonna take a while for everyone to get adjusted. Lastly, we're all men. "

"What's that supposed's to means?" Skwisgaar asked.

"Our Charley can get protective, you know that. We do a lot of fucked up things. He wouldn't want to have none of you influencing her-"

"But I invited hers to my rooms! Oh gods!" Toki cried out.

"Toki get a grip, its not that bad of a thing just dont let Charles find out about that." Knubbler responded.

Pickles put a hand on Toki's shoulder, "Toki if yew tell him anything like that he'll only keep an eye on yew and her harder. Don't want to get 'er in trouble right?"

Downing another shot to finally calm down, Toki said a quiet "Yeah, sures."

"Hey I gots a questions," The Swede slurred, "How comes it tooks this longs for charles to have ams familys?"

"Yeah, I remember him being schurprised how much sche wasch related." Murderface said.

Nervously, Knubbler was down halfway through his glass and decided to explain the story leaving some of the details best left out...

"You remember a while back when we advanced our face recognition software? We use it for everything now from the people we hire to those who want to either invest money or want you dead. One day Charles was overseening fan sales and how to target more of those not buying enough music or merchandice to match a global average per fan. He came across a man who looking deeper into his life to add to files of advertisement data is where Ofdensen found he was a caseworker for foster children."

Taking another sip he paused, " The computers did its thing: running facial recognition, and only found very few kids under this guy's work, unusual for a case worker. Then came more facial recognition along with each and every background and mistaken Melody for stalking Charles due to details almost matching his. Because of this she was targeted as a threat and after compiling the details, he knew it was family." Completely dry, Knubbler reached for the bottle before continuing, "I don't know how he figured that out but that's Ofdensen for you. He trusts his own gut and intuition." He finished.

"Not to sound too sentimental, but you think she'll be okay living like this from now on? What about in the future?" Pickles asked.

Looking down in his glass, Knubbler knew what he meant and wondered when it would be the right time to have them know everything. He had to be patient and let time do it's thing. He still thought about what Abigail did and how brash it was but knew it was the right first step. Staring into his whiskey through green robotic lenses he was thankful for them, hiding the nervousness and secret guilt from the rest of the band

"Here's to best pokerface."

"Hey how about we finish this back at Mordhaus, yeah? I've had my fill at being a regular Jack off here." Knubbler said with his wide toothy grin. The band shrugged off him dismissing the question and went along with his idea.


Deep underground in a large separate facility on Dethklok's land, ran super-computers. Long flat screens filing information day-and-night all for separate but meticulously kept reasons. This was where Ofdensen was most confident as the band's manager and as the dead-man. In complete control and felt very in control on his recent capture.

"Sire, the room and subject are ready for your inspection." A klokatee said to Charles sitting on his chair that almost oversaw everything the other klokateers were compiling around the world.

"Alrighty I'll be there in a second." He responded, checking the things he had on him before making his way down one of the halls towards the "Dark rooms."

The "Dark rooms" were the same rooms that held Dr. Rockzo and the Avenge Brothers, among others. Now it held Vincent, the man who kept Melody away from Charles for so many years. Stepping into the room, klokateers stood guard with various torture devices with their hands waiting for any command. The past few weeks Vincent was kept without answers, only meeting pain to break him down continuously. He reached his breaking point and hung limp suspended by the roof with chains tight around his wrists forever in silence.

"Tell me what you know," Charles said, "Playing dumb only gets you what you got already again, since you got here." A rattled cough manage to escape the thin man's lips before speaking hoarsely, "She was never supposed to be a part of this you know?"

"No I don't know, explain." Charles replied sternly making Vincent flinch. He continued on through a heavy breath, "Like an appendix: nobody needs it, it's just there still a part of a body but not needed. But it could pop without warning."

Vincent's voice got more dried out at the end when suddenly Charles snapped his fingers at a guard with a bottle of water. The Klokateer grabbed Vincent's hair pulling his head back and forcing the water into his throat, choking him. Coughing up water it took a moment for Vincent to get himself together before continuing, "Anyways...Selatcia didn't want her...figured we'd buy more time and destroy all of you if she was hidden... my job was that." He paused as a look of anger disrupted his face, "When they told me about her...what she really was...what she could be capable of...it fueled me to make sure...she would never be found. Nobody would give a rat's ass about another foster kid and having junkie families pass her around to inflict what I couldn't to keep her down...it was a matter of waiting whether they killed her off or she did it herself."

"Well you sure did try." Charles said in a low tone, "But you're not that smart you forgot something." Looking up Vincent saw Charles go up to a klokateer in waiting who was holding a tray of different medical instruments.

"You mention how my cousin Melody was like in appendix not that important - until now at least." Suddenly the chains started to be pulled up, raising Vincent high towards the ceiling before stopping - his stomach was at eye level with Charles.

"You forgotten that at some point in past evolution the appendix was suspected to be there for many different things. Maybe like flippers, or hind legs, or even to an extra gut. Until now more recently scientists figured out it's were some of our good bacteria collect and wait to help out our organs and much of our entire body."

Turning around Charles realized he lost track a tad of what he was going to say, "Uh-oh, sorry about that," blinking back into reality, he cleared his throat with a scalpel in his hand. " Many of you saw my only family worthless at the time but I'm sure none of you for saw her true potential, you all stayed cautious nonetheless."

Charles started trailing the side of the blade along Vincents abdomen making his face shake with fear while Charles was indifferent. "I may be the Dead-man but I have memories, feelings, and cherished loved ones...you kept something from me that was rightfully a part of me. Prophecy or not Melody is all I have and will be all I truly have." He stopped the edge of his blade on Vincent side.

"Let's see how worthless your appendix is compared to Melody." Eyes widening Vincent let out a scream that couldn't escape the Dark Room. No one could hear him. No one no longer knew of him. And like he had hope for Melody, no one would care about a lonely case worker.


Feet swinging off the end of a Corvette, three girls waited for their ride for the night out. It was late afternoon as the Sun began to set outside Margaret's grandfather's garage. She was proven to be right about most of her family, they didnt really care where she or any of them all went, as long as they were going to be in Margaret's room at 2:00 a.m.

"You have it real good, huh?" Melody said to her friend fixing her lip gloss and tightening her Afro puffs.

Margaret laughed putting away her makeup, "Thanks for the compliment! I feel sad for you that your cousin has to ask you a 100 questions about where you're going, and what you're doing, let alone that tracking device."

Groaning, Melody replied, "I am glad your Uncle let me tie that ring to his dog's collar while we've gone honestly for the first time ever I feel suffocated."

"It's only gonna happen more and more," Athena said, "My parents and brothers are all like that whenever I hang out with anyone except you guys."

Melody sighed, "I hope he'll trust me more over time."

Margaret smiled, "Nahhh, you're a lil baby to his eyes! He might let you a little loose over time but don't count on it." She teased.

Right when Melody was about to protest, a honk was heard from the middle of the street looking closely it was Sonny and 2 others in the car. Margaret smiled and said with a leap, "Aight gals let's go!"