Chapter Six

Surprise! Deddy Drama

Toki sat at a bench outside of Mordhaus wrapped in his thoughts. He and a team of Roadies had spent the entire night searching for his cherished Deddy Bear, but were unable to find it. He remembered leaving it on his bed prior to going shopping the day before, but when he returned to his room it was nowhere to be found.

"Where are you's Deddy?" he asked, wishing he could have a drink to calm his nerves. He had more on his mind than just the Deddy-dilemma, he felt strange after the incident with the DDR machine. Skiwsgaar's comment, coupled with the seemingly general acceptance of the girl had irritated him a lot…but he did not intend on lashing out as he did. He sighed, kicking a pebble.

"My lord." A Roadie said, approaching him with a cart full of bags, "The mail has arrived."

"Ok..." Toki mumbled as he slid off the table. Mail time usually excited him but today he couldn't get himself into the mood for it, too many things were wrong. He sighed as he quietly followed the Roadie into the house.

Inside a dining area of Mordhaus, Dethklok sat at a rectangular table deep in discussion. "I can'ts gets their guitarist lessons." Skwisgaar said, "I keeps trying but he always have excuses to's leave."

"Same thing with bass." Murderface added, "He just says he's busy when I ask."

"How are we suppose to get rid of them if they're to busy to get sabotaged?" Nathan huffed, they all looked at Pickles, wanting to know how his situation with the drummer was faring.

"I…er, can't get her advice either? Whatever you guys said." he shrugged, not wanting to reveal his deal with the girl.

Toki entered the room with the Roadie, taking the seat next to Pickles. "Fan mail's here." He sighed.

Murderface eyed the cart, "Just throw it in the fire, I hate fan mail."

"Shall I throw them all into the fire?" the Roadie asked, directing the question to Toki.

"I don't cares…" Toki sighed again, the rest of the band gave him a puzzled look.

"Dude you always read your mail." Pickles said.

"I's just not in the moods for it today…" he moped, "I think I needs to take me a personal days."

Skwisgaar glanced towards the doorway, "Just leaves the mail, we gets rid of it ourselves." The Roadie nodded, leaving the room.

"You take to many personal days." Murderface grumbled.

Toki shrugged his shoulder, "Well's, I still can'ts find's Deddy."

"OH." Nathan immediately understood the problem, "You still can't find him? That's been what, yesterday, today, two days now? That must suck…like, that must really really suck."

Toki sighed again. "You guys just make injury to insult."

They starred at him confused. "Oh, ah, you mean add insult to injury?" Pickles corrected.

Toki folded his arms and looked away, "Just burn all the stupid dildo's mail, I don't wants to read it noway."

"Aw come on Toki's," Skwisgaar said, going to the cart and retrieving the mail designated for the rhythm guitarist, "It make you feel betters to reads your mails, then you's find's your bear laters."

Toki grabbed the bag from Skwisgaar, pulling it open and emptying the contents onto the table. He felt better seeing all of the fan mail, and figured reading a few letters would help keep his mind off negative things. "What's this?" he asked, reaching for a large pink envelope with a balloon sticker on the front.

"Look at it all on fire." Pickles grinned, as he and the rest of he band tried to shove their fanmail bags into the fireplace at once.

"I don't see's why they waste's their time writing at us." Skwisgaar said as he kicked a bag into the fireplace. "Stupid fans, I hates them."

"Hey look guys." Toki said, marveling at the envelope in his hands, "This one for Kaay-ra-e. Kayharie? Who dat?"

Pickles went to the table while Nathan and Murderface kicked the remaining bags into the fire. He examined the envelope. "It's Kyrie, why is she gettin' mail here?"

"Kyrie?" Toki looked confused.

"Yea, the chick in the Barbed-band-thing. That's 'er name." Pickles responded. Toki flipped the envelope in his hands, curious about what it could contain.

"Open it." Nathan said, sitting near the fireplace.

Toki shook his head, "It's not our mails."

"Yea but it'll piss her off." Murderface snickered, "All we have to do is get her crying and I bet she'd leave, one person down, just have the other two douche bags left."

Toki shook his head again, "It's not rights to, I won'ts do it."

Skwisgaar grinned, "Aw, Toki doesn't wants' to upset his little girlfriend? How cute. You should go, you know, hand delivers it to hers'. Then you's can go makes out and have little babies that can't plays guitars or drums." Toki glared at him, consumed in anger. He didn't understand why Skwisgaar had to tease him so much about her, or why--

"...Oops." he said, looking down at his hands. In his anger, he had accidentally ripped open the letter for Kyrie.

Murderface snatched it out of his grasp, pulling out the card inside. "It says'There it goes, another year. Growing older, full of cheer.'" He opened it, " 'Happy Birthday! I told you I'd make sure you got at least something Kyrie.' It says its from Alvin."

"Mother-douchebags." Pickles said, slapping his forehead, "Why didn't she say somethin'?"

"She must be sad," Nathan said from the fireplace, "The lead guy is a dick to her, and the nice one isn't here."

"Is that all she got for mail?" Toki asked.

They looked to the fireplace, the rest of the mail had been consumed in flames, "I guess so." Murderface said.

"We should do's somethings for her." Skwisgaar suggested, "Have a party's, with cakes, and ice creams, and, uhm, foods, and that kind's of's girly stuff. She would love's it."

Toki raised an eyebrow. Ever since the girl had arrived Skwisgaar had been mean about anything concerning her. "Why you care if she get nothin'?" he asked.

"She cooks and stuff for us." Nathan said, "That's a good reason to do somethin', isn't it?"

"Yea," Pickles added, "I mean, what're we Nazi's or somethin'? It's her birthday, and we should do something nice since all she got was a crappy card."

"What do's we do?" Toki asked, getting excited about the idea.

Murderface sat back into his chair, "What do girls even like?"

They all looked at Pickles, "You spend a lot of time around her, what does she like?" Nathan asked.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Pickles responded, feeling awkward. The looks on his band mates faces suggested that they thought he was doing a lot more than just giving her sabotaged-lessons, "It's not even like that." He spat, looking away irritated.

"We makes her a cake!" Toki chirped, "Like Skwisgaar say, and get balloons, and presents, it be so much fun guys!"

"But how're we gunna get her here? I'm not asking her to come." Murderface grumbled.

Their eyes fell upon Toki, who grew nervous from the stares.

"I got an idea." Pickles grinned.

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Kyrie sat at her drum set, kicking her feet in the air. She was bored out of her mind without Alvin around, and Leo was still missing from the day before. She scowled at the thought of him,

"I swear when I find him that'll be his arse…" she murmured to herself as she leaned her head against the wall, and rocked back and forth in her chair. As she rocked, she mentally reviewed past lessons with Pickles, trying to decipher his drunken teachings. She smiled to herself, even if she wasn't doing anything special today at least—

She sat up quickly, looking towards the doorway, "Hello?" she asked, almost positive she saw something rush into the room. She looked around nervously, unsure if it was her imagination or some strange creation of Dethklok's.

"Hsssssssh…" something said from behind her. Kyrie jumped up to see what it was, but felt a hand cover her mouth and yank her away from the chair. Her eyes went wide with fear as she screamed and wiggled to get away from whatever it was. "Hssssh…" it said again.

Kyrie struggled more, and in a desperate attempt to get away she bit down on one of the captors fingers. "Yooooowie!!" he yelped, releasing the girl to tend to his finger. Kyrie turned quickly, squeezing her eyes shut,

"NO MEANS NO STRANGER!!" she screamed, the reaction she was taught as a child if anyone tried to snatch her. She kicked the mystery man as hard as she could between his legs, catching only a glimpse of brown hair as she fled out of the room.

Kyrie ran as fast as she could, desperately searching for help. 'Where the hell are the Roadies?!' her mind screamed. She dashed down another hall, seeing bright white lights ahead and ran to the room.

"SURPRISE!" Dethklok shouted.

Kyrie froze, her body looking as if it were in a paused running motion. "S…surprise?" she asked. The dining room had been transformed into a party room, with pink and white themed balloons, streamers, and various other star shaped decorations. Her eyes fell upon a banner, which read :

'HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZOOM ZOOM '

She relaxed from the awkward pose, starring at the band. "What is all this?"

"It's for your birthday." Nathan sounded almost cheerful, "We found out it was today from a little birdie."

"I believe this belongs to you." Murderface said in a dramatic tone. He winded his arm up, as if he were throwing a baseball, and pitched a balled up piece of paper at the girl. It landed a few feet in front of her, "God damn stupid piece of paper!" he cursed.

She laughed nervously, and snagged the paper off of the floor. Upon unraveling it she saw it was a card from Alvin, and couldn't help but frown, "Why did you ball it up…?" she said in a small voice, upset it had been ruined.

"You ungrateful little—"

Pickles stomped on Murderfaces foot to end the rude remark, "Look at all the decorations! Aint it nice? And girly?"

"It's so pretty!" she said, smiling brightly at the band, "I mean, I can't believe this is all for me, it's so awesome. Thank you so much!"

"Well's don't just stands there." Skwisgaar grinned, "Take a seats, birthday's girl!"

She blushed as he gently took her hand and lead her to a special seat. She felt her heart flutter, and noted the softness of his hand. A Roadie placed a paper crown on top of her head and Jean Pierre came from the kitchen with a small white cake in his hands. "You said you like strawberries," The chef said, placing the cake in front of her, "So I have prepared a fresh strawberry cake with sweet vanilla icing."

Kyrie smiled at him, not wanting to reveal that she hated vanilla. "Thank you! I can't wait to try some."

"Would you like any candles?" the chef asked, searching for some in his pocket.

She grinned, "Eighteen please!"

"You's only eighteen?" Skwisgaar asked, as he and the rest of the band looked her over. They had suspected that she was young, but eighteen seemed ridiculous. She nodded,

"No more jailbait." She innocently said, not realizing the dirty thoughts her statement triggered in the men.

"Where's Toki?" Pickles quickly asked, looking around the room and eagerly pushing the dirty thoughts out of his mind.

"Toki?" Kyrie looked around as well.

"He was suppose to pretend to kidnap you." Nathan said, her mouth dropped.

"W…why would he pretend to kidnap me?"

Skwisgaar laughed, "For the party, makes it more of's a surprise." She cocked her head to the side, unsure why they would think something so bizarre would be a good idea.

From the hall they heard Toki groaning, slowly limping his way to the room. "She--she kicked me in the balls!" he shouted, holding his crouch and wincing in pain, "I go surprise her and she kick me in the balls!!"

Kyrie covered her mouth, unsure of what to say, "I'm, uhm…you scared me, so…so next time don't do that!"

"That all you got to say?!" Toki growled, he then muttered things in a language Kyrie couldn't understand.

Skwisgaar shook his head, seeming disappointed, "Toki it hers' birthday, don't say such things."

"Dude, presents!" Pickles said, they all (but Toki) disappeared into a side room. Toki took the chair at the opposite end of the table, angrily eyeing Kyrie.

"I'm sorry." She said, "I didn't mean to hurt you." He gave her the angry look a few seconds longer, then faltered and looked away.

"I wanna go first!" Murderface said from the side room, "Get this out of the way, I want some damn cake."

The band reappeared with gifts in hand, "Here." Murderface said, extending a black box towards the girl. Kyrie hesitated a moment, afraid to take anything from a person that scared her so much. "What, you don't want it?" he grumbled, she quickly took it out of his hands and opened it.

"It's…a knife?" she asked. In the box was a small silver dagger with a black hilt and golden outlining. A red gemstone rested at the bottom of the hilt, which Kyrie marveled at.

"No big deal, just the knife that killed the king of France." Murderface proudly boasted.

"They don't even have a king." Nathan protested.

Murderface glared at him, "I know that! It was King Henry III. He was takin' a shit when this friar jumped out of nowhere and ripped out his guts, then the friar was stabbed to death with the same knife, blood and guts everywhere!"

Kyrie gently put the box down, trying to hide her disgust for the historically morbid item. "Thank you…"

"My turn." Pickles said, pushing Murderface out of the way. He handed her a box, much like the one Murderface had given her. She frowned, scared of what would be inside of this one.

"Whoa…" To her surprise, it was a pair of drumsticks.

Pickles grinned, "Those are my signature sticks, a lot better than the ones you're using now."

She smiled brightly at him, "Thank you so much Pickles!"

"Didn't even like my gift…" Murderface muttered to himself, feeling a little jealous.

"I, uhm, didn't know what to get you, for you, for your birthday." Nathan said, seeming to stumble over his words. He handed her a CD, "It's Dethwater, you like death metal right?"

Kyrie nodded, she was learning to like it at least. "It says it's for fish only…?"

"Yea, don't worry about that. It's no big deal." Behind Nathan Skwisgaar stood with something behind his back.

"I gots you something good." He said with a grin, revealing a Reverse Flying V Gibson guitar to her.

Kyrie jumped out of her seat, "Are you serious?!"

Skwisgaar grinned, proud to have out-gifted his band mates, "Yea's, it's pretty amazings huh? I figure, I's not using it, maybe the drummer's can."

"Thank you!!" she cheerfully said.

"She's a drummer." Pickles seemed irritated, "Why would you get her a guitar?"

"I wanted to learn to play guitar first." she said, "...but all I could get my hands on were drums…and…uhm…" she looked away shyly, "So, I don't know how to play…would you teach me, Skwisgaar?" Her mind went wild with thoughts of forbidden-love between teacher and student.

"I's not recommends that." Toki said, seeming to be in less pain now, "Skwisgaar not a good teacher."

"Where's your gift Toki's?" Skwisgaar asked in an accusing tone, placing the guitar on the table with the other gifts.

Toki crossed his arms, "She kick me in the balls, and she bite me, I's not giving's her nothing." He looked over at the girl, who starred down at her lap, clenching her fists. The paper crown he had made for her fell off of her head and onto the table. He frowned, afraid he had upset her, and moved to get his gift when she looked up at the band, watery eyed.

"Thank you so much." She said, biting back her tears, "It's so perfect…everything is, it means so much to me, it really does." They starred at her, unsure how to respond to the strange display of emotion. She giggled, wiping her eyes, "Let's eat some cake!"

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Toki sat at the work bench in his room, stuffed with cake and ice cream. On his desk was a pink and blue beaded bracelet tied together with a piece of white yarn. He was proud of his creation, hoping the gift would be his chance to patch things up with Kyrie, or to at least show her he wasn't such a bad guy. He hopped out of his seat and grabbed the bracelet, making his way to her room.

He could hear her music blasting from down the hall, she was obviously enjoying Nathan's gift. He hesitated at her room door, having second thoughts about trying to befriend the girl. Dethklok's plan was, after all, to get rid of their opening act. Wouldn't she hate him once they got rid of the Barbed Brothers? 'Maybe's she will still want's to stay?' Toki thought to himself, the idea made him smile as he knocked on the door.

"I'm not getting you anything to else to drink!" Kyriei shouted over the music. Toki starred at the door confused, and knocked again. After a few seconds she swung open the door, "I said I'm no—oh, Toki?" she gazed up at him with deep blue eyes.

"I wanted to gives you your present from me." He said as he shyly handed her the bracelet.

"Aww!" she said, taking it out of his hands, "I love it! Thank you Toki!" he watched as she slipped it onto her wrist. "It's so cute!"

"I'm glad you's like's it." He said as he twiddled his thumbs behind his back, feeling nervous.

The two stood silent, looking at the wall, and then the floor, making the air thick with tension. "I really appreciate what you guys did today, I thought I'd just be alone again." Kyrie finally said.

"Alone again's?" he curiously asked, eager to learn more about her.

"Oh, it's nothing." she said, changing the subject. "No hard feelings about earlier? I really didn't mean to hurt you, I was just scared."

"I understands." Toki cleared his throat, "Plus I…uhm, wanted to says sorry's about yesterday."

She looked surprised, "I didn't think any of you did the whole apologizing thing…doesn't seem like a very'brutal' thing to do, or whatever you guys say."

Toki giggled at her use of the word, "You say it funny."

"Say what funny?"

"Brutal." He said, peeking into her room, "You's room is so different, and goily."

"…goily?" she giggled, adoring his accent.

Toki nodded, looking into her room more. "You gots a bathsrooms in there? It look too tiny for one."

Kyrie moved to the side, "Wanna come in? We can tease each other about how we say words funny." Toki smiled brightly at her, and she couldn't help but smile back, feeling as if a friendship had been sparked.

"Do you likes it heres?" he asked, snooping around her stuff.

"Yup yup. It's awesome being here, you guys don't mind us here…do you? Like me and the rest of the band…feels like you guys can't stand us sometimes, especially your manager."

"No, we likes you guys." Toki said, poking through her closet as music continued to blare in the background.

She admired him from a distance, 'He seems so adorable…' she thought to herself, 'Just like a little kid…and look at all that beautiful hair!' He moved to the dresser, and opened the first drawer. It was the one that she kept her underwear and other unmentionables in, and she quickly jumped to shut it back.

"That's off limits." She said, blushing a bright shade of red.

Toki looked at her, wide eyed and innocent. "Ok."

Kyrie blushed, leaning against the dresser as he flopped onto the bed. She giggled at how quickly he made himself comfortable in her room. He suddenly jumped up from the bed, extending his hand towards something on it.

"Deddy?"

She followed his eyes to the stuffed bear, "Isn't he cute? It was a gift from—"

"No." Toki said, snatching the bear off the bed, "You took Deddy…how could you's?"

"What?"

Toki glared at her, clutching the toy, "How could you? I thought you's was a nice goil!"

Kyrie grabbed half of the bear, yanking it from him, "What are you talking about? It's my bear."

"Get offs!" Toki shouted, pulling it from her. The two began a tug-of-war with the bear.

"It's mines, let it go Toki!"

"It's my Deddy!!"

"No it's not!!"

"Yes it is!!" Toki shouted a final time, yanking it with all his might. Deddy Bear ripped in half, the stuffing falling into a pile on the floor. Toki's mouth dropped, and his eyes went wide at the horror before him.

"Look what you did!!" Kyrie shrieked, falling to her knees to pick up the pieces.

Toki's eyes began to water, "You…you killed's Deddy…I HATE YOU'S!!" he screamed, running away as fast as he could.

Notes : I could not think of a better ending statement, maybe next time...! Classes started up again and I'm bummed out, because I'll be updating alot less frequently. I didn't proofread this as much as I did the other chapters, but I'll go through it in a day or so to catch my mistakes. Since my story is a little more established now, I'm glad I won't have to focus on the OC's as much anymore, and I can deal with more Dethklok and Barbed Brothers interacting. As I said last chapter, here are the eLouai doll edits of my OC's:

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Where ever it says (dot) replace with a period (.).

Only thing that really changes is Kyrie doesn't wear the bandanna after the first chapter, and she dun wear bright red lipstick...just lip gloss. I don't own the dolls or anything, I just slightly edited them from eLouai(dot)com. Much love to Marner (I'm glad I made him seem nice and evil! That was my goal and I'm glad I accomplished it! ), Luna (It's gunna be a fun love triangle :3), and metal (thanks!)! Please R&R!