This is an apology special chapter for not updating as fast as I should've been. Sadly I had loads of exams and I still have a re-sit to go. The next chapter will be a bit... weak if I can't write it and somehow I've forgotten the plan for the chapter after. DON'T WORRY THOUGH! It's all good! Anyway, this is some not-connected-to-the-story special with a bit of OOC-ness as it's a X-over with Metalocalypse kinda sorta. If you dont' watch Metalocalypse or don't care for specials, skip this chapter.

Authentic-Klok

"This idea is fuckin' stupid" Alec grumbled unhappily.

"Deal with it" Vorn growled in response.

Kitchzy frowned at them all disapprovingly "Whya can'tcha, ah, get into the mood of this, eh?"

"Reminding you there's only fuckin' four of us!"

"Someone can, ah, play two parts."

"No fuckin' chance."

"Dude..."

"We don't even know this fuckin' band so how do you expect us to be them? Fans or no fuckin' fans there's no chance you're making me do this!"

"Dude..."

"It's one thing shoving me in a fuckin' dress. It's another thing trying to make me fuckin' dress up like that!"

Alec slammed his head into his folded arms which were rested on the table. They were sat around a gigantic wooden table in a dark room with Kitchzy stood at the head, a box beneath her feet to give her the necessary height. She was dressed smartly in a tux and a pair of glasses, her hair combed but still just as scruffy. In her hands she held a picture of the death metal band Dethklok. Next to her were a pile of clothes folded neatly on top of each other.

"The, ah, fans demanded it so, ah ya got'sa do it" Kitchzy said smugly.

"I fuckin' hate you" came Alec's muffled reply.

"Ac'chally everyone mean'ta, ah, hate you..."

"Fuckin' kill me now."

"That's he, ah, spirit!"

Alec muttered himself into silence, ignoring the bundle of clothes placed in front of him. Tai slowly raised his hand, a confused look on his face.

"Yah, ah, Tai?"

"Dudette, like... two things..."

"Ah, yeah?"

"Like, why do you keep going like 'ah' and stuff?"

"'Cause that's the thing the manager of Dethklok says!"

"Oh, like, okay. Um, like, and also, how are we going't to like... totally figure out Plucky's outfit, and stuff?"

"He can, ah, decide."

"But Plucky like, totally can't speak and like the ones in like Dethklok like totally talk like weirdly and stuff."

"Ah... we'll work around that...Now go get'cha selves changed!"

An hour later they were all stood around the table again. Tai's hair had been viciously tamed down so it hung awkwardly down the sides of his face, one lock pulled apart to hang over his eye awkwardly, his regular clothes replaced with a black short-sleeved top and a pair of black trousers with large black boots. Vorn's hair had been attacked and twisted into badly done dreadlocks with a few shorter ones flipped over the top of his head, his clothes were replaced with a black sleeveless shirt and a pair of dark trousers and a pair of black shoes. Alec's hair hat been carefully re-done so that the long plat was flipped behind his back and the shirt lenths were styled to stick out in a fairly triangular shape, his dress was replaced by a grey open-jacket over a blue shirt with black shorts and grey buckled boots. Plucky's appearance was oddly mis-matched where the two rythem guitarists' outfits had been merged into one so although his hair had been left alone he wore a grey-blue shirt with dark trousers and a massive belt with a skull on it and dark high boots. Kitchzy grinned at them.

"Y'all look, ah, very metal!"

"Fuck you."

"That's the, ah, spirit!"

"Dude, like... uh... brutal... and stuff?"

"Ya gettin' the , ah, hang of it!" She turned to Vorn.

"I won't do the accent."

"Ya'll do it or ya'll be, ah, wishing you had."

Vorn sighed "Dood" he muttered in a monotone voice.

"It'll, ah, have to do." She looked at Plucky.

"..." his silence expressed his disinterest in the matter.

"Perrrfect! Oh, ah, ya ain't supposed to smoke so..." Kitchzy slid across the table and snatched the cigarette from Plucky's mouth before he lit it.

There was a long, pregnant pause. Kitchzy left the room, waving her hand in a general way and giving them vague directions to the recording studio. Everyone turned to Plucky, who was still frozen, as though expecting the cigarette to reappear. Alec walked over, picked up the guitar and walked back to Plucky, handing it out to him. The forsaken took the guitar and attacked the strings with his bony fingers. He turned on spot and walked out, still clawing at the guitar.

"He's fuckin' lost without that cigarette."

"Dude, I, like, totally hope he's okay for, like, practice..."

"Aren't we meant to hate each other?"

"Oh... um..." Tai seemed momentarily lost.

"This band is fucked up... I better check on Plucky incase he tries to fuckin' burn the place down."

"Dude, he's not, like, that... brutal... is he?"

"Did you fuckin' see his face? He doesn't give a fuck about being in character; he's only playing that guitar to keep himself occupied!" Alec turned on his heel after getting more and more frantic as he spoke and sped off in the direction Plucky had gone.

"Dood" Vorn muttered.

"Um, like... anyway" Tai inspected the picture of Dethklok before flipping it over, peering at the character notes "I, like, totally have to use reading glasses..."

"Oh, I can use glasses?"

"No, it, like, says only I use glasses... you, like, gotta get totally wasted and do... some totally weird stuff...and stuff."

There was a pause as they stared at the paper, then looked at each other. Vorn carefully pulled a pair of glasses from his pocket, rubbed the lens carefully, then handed it them to Tai, who took them carefully.

"This is, like, totally not working for us" Tai sighed.

By practice, nobody's mood had improved. Vorn had seen the drums he was expected to play and nearly walked out before Tai had managed to talk him into sense. They'd decided to warm up with the new instruments with one of their slower songs. Vorn had taken a while to adjust to the use of drum sticks and flat out refused to sit while drumming. Alec had been awkwardly trying to play the heavy bass, squirming uncomfortably under the strap and cursing the way the jacket got in the way. Tai had fumbled for a few minutes trying to raise the mic a little higher. Kitchzy had complained that she wasn't able to afford a place for the boys to practice and that they'd been using her spare room. Plucky had remained silent, his fingers ripping at the strings.

When they'd finally started playing properly, they'd had to stop quite quickly because something had gone wrong. It was Plucky's guitar. They stared at him playing in horror. Though his fingers were still moving and the amp was carefully sorted to sound clear and the guitar was freshly tuned, the noise his fingers were making were not playing the riff to the song. Instead his fingers were tearing at the guitar at a speed they'd never even attempted and his lack of clear concentration caused him to miss notes entirely.

"Dude, uh... Plucky?" Tai cautioned.

The forsaken whipped his head around, teeth bared. They heard the click of every bone in his neck as it twisted too fast.

"Don't you, like... think you uh... need to um...like..."

"I'll go get that fuckin' goblin and kick her ass" Alec said quickly before speeding out of the room.

Tai carefully walked over and took Plucky's hand, picking his fingers off the guitar until he detached the guitarist from the guitar.

"Dude, take, like, a break and stuff" he carefully pushed Plucky down into a seat, who immediately began fidgeting with the straps on his face.

Vorn carefully lay the drum sticks down and stood next to Tai, a worried expression only slightly hidden behind a feign expression of annoyance. When Alec returned carrying Kitchzy under his arm he handed Plucky a cigarette. The forsaken grabbed it quickly, lit it and took a drag, relaxing instantly and nodding thanks to Alec. The bassist put Kitchzy down who frowned in annoyance.

"Ya can't even do one thing for ya fans!"

"Sometimes I think fuck the fans, in all honesty. Fuck this, let's go home and get back to our music and our fuckin' life style."

"Yeah" Vorn agreed.

"I, like, think it's totally better for the band and stuff."

"But'cha were gunna perform one of their songs!"

"Fuck it. Only in our fuckin' gear."

"You are so girly..."

"Fuck you too, Vorn."

There's the damn special. Somewhere out there Dethklok has Murderface stuck in a dress. I'll probably do an illustration of this chap. Btw the next chap has Authentic Dragon's final outfits put together so~ (except Alec who wears any dress these days :3).