AN: Dudes, I just got done watching Dethrelease, the episode where Dethklok releases their new album on Metalocalypse. Oh man, I wanted to cry when I thought Ofdensen was dead. Believe me, he's one of my favorites next to Toki, Skwisgaar and Pickles. Just wow, intense… and the air concert was wicked cool. Fuck… wow. I am at a lose for words!

I've also learned that the woman who plays Larvona Succuboso is in fact, the singer of Arch Enemy, Angela Gossow. Un-fucking-believable :O And Metallica has voiced a few characters. Some are pretty hilarious.

Tracks of Choice: "Call me When You're Sober" by Evanescence

Chapter 6: More than Partnerklok

It had taken most of the night and half a day to get back to Mordland from Las Vegas via Murderbus. The girls had sat on the large couch and fallen asleep on one another, completely wiped out from their concert and the heat of their performance. While the girls had slept, it took everything Pickles and Toki had to protect them from Nathan and his random sharpie.

"Dood, that's not cool." Pickles would tell him when he got close to Moira who sat at the end. "Can't you wait for them to wake up… or somethin?"

Now that they were all in Mordhaus, everyone was in the meeting room, currently including extra chairs for the girls, discussing song they were suppose to compose together. Nathan wanted his band to play the music while Moira joined them, and vice a versa with Moira. Things were getting heated between the 'Plosions. Insults were being thrown around. The others watched on in amusement for never had they seen such a thing.

The manager's were there to, trying to cut in but never given a chance. Ofdensen was used to it, but Munkittrick felt like he was going to blow a fuse. The man in his early forties ran a hand through his hair, trying to assess the situation and tell the two leaders the possible bad news. Seeing that there was just one option, he clamped a massive hand on Nathan's and Moira's mouth who were up in each other's faces. They argued worse then a married couple.

"Enough!" he shouted, "We have a press conference that both of you need to attend!" Ofdensen was a little surprised that Nathan didn't attack. He didn't let his amusement show however as he spoke for the frustrated man.

"Nathan, Moira. The media is here to question the both of you. New contracts have been drawn as well to uh, make this concert into an actual association act as you've both requests." He held the contract forms up, reminding them that they were yet to be signed.

"Fuck, you never cut us any slack, do you?" Nathan scowled as he forcefully moved Munkittrick's hand from his mouth, "Should we, I don't know, sign it now?"

Moira crossed her arms, her manager's hand now off her mouth as well, "Let's do it during the conference, that way everyone knows we mean business." She gave Nathan a cocky smile, knowing that everyone would agree with her.

Ofdensen gave a short nodded, "Very well. I advise we…"

"What the hell do we do?" Pickles interrupted, "What are we? Chop liver?"

"Ja, we nevers does anythings when da press conference starts." Skwisgaar frowned, looking up from his guitar.

"I hatesh them." Murderface folded his arms over his chest, remembering when he had to speak in front of the mass media. How he wished to forget. "I think… I'll shtay here."

"Well, if you want to come, you can." Munkittrick said, "But you'll have to stay backstage."

"Betters den nothings, I guess." Toki shrugged. He turned to Lucy who was sitting beside him with a cup of hot chocolate, "Yous wants come toos?" The young Ukrainian woman thought for a moment, but nodded as she gave him a heartfelt smile.

"Sures. I sees no harms in it." Toki offer her his hand as he got up. She took it and was hoisted from her seat. As they stood there waiting for the others, they never let go of each other's hands.

Bloodyfist was looking at her breakfast, debating whether or not to go. What must have been thirty seconds, she resumed eating. "I'm gonna shtay here and finish muh breakfesh." She said with a mouth full of blueberry pancakes. "Dese are gudsh."

Pickles draped an arm over Cherry and walked out of the room. The ones who were going followed, talking to one another. Before Ofdensen could open the door to the conference room, Munkittrick pulled his girls to the side. They looked at him quizzically, but he just held a hand up to prevent questions.

"Girls," he began, "From this point on, this will get crazy. I'm asking that you all stay safe, never travel alone and above all, don't get attach to Dethklok. This is business." He gave Cherry a knowing look. The drummer blushed and sighed. "I don't have to worry about Moira or Bloodyfist like I do for the rest of you. Cherry, it's nice to know that you're showing interest in a relationship after your last break up, but please, don't get in too deep. Knowing you all, you have some twisted plan concocted in your heads." He gave them a hard stare.

The three he needed to worry about bowed their heads in slight shame, but even with the warning, they knew that nothing was going to stop them from getting to know the boys. They just couldn't help it. Perhaps in the end it would destroy Dethklok more.

"And now, I present to you, Nathan Explosion from Dethklok and Moira Implosion from Cancerous." Ofdensen said as the 'Plosions walked up to the podiums made for them. One had Dethklok's logo while the other had Cancerous written on it in the same fashion. Flashes were going off left and right, momentarily blinding the duo. Moira leaned on her podium and addressed the crowd. She was dressed in a black tube top and jeans, not bothering to dress up and make Nathan look like a bum. She was just too lazy.

"Good morning everyone. As you know, I am Moira Implosion, front woman of Cancerous. First off, I would like to say it is such an honor to be up here with…" she gulped, hating the pleasantries that she was forced to use in order for no one to question her reasons why she was even there. No one would know about her plan to ruin the man beside her. "…Nathan Explosion. I know many rumors have been going around, about my band being the next Dethklok. People, we hate that. We are two distinct groups. If you all weren't so judgmental, you'd see that."

She was scowling now, her kind smile gone. Hazel eyes, ablaze with mild fury, scanned the crowd, tuning out Nathan's craptastic speech about the 'reasons' behind their concert. He mumbled half of it anyway. Once all was said and done, Munkttrick and Ofdensen came and handed each one a contract, which they signed and handed to the other to do the same again. Now it was time for questions.

Moira chose a chubby fellow in the front of the crowd. "Since both of you are to be living together, do you believe any… sexual relationships… will cause a problem?"

Implosion sighed, feeling a headache come on, "Good sir, I am not a care taker. Everyone in Cancerous are mature young ladies. If one of us is to have a sexual relationship with a member of Dethklok, it is their choice." She glanced to her right where Cherry and Pickles were standing together, both with a slight smirk on their lips as they quietly left the others, the answer giving them an idea now that they were in Mordhaus and there were plently of rooms for privacy, "I can tell you this, it's inevitable. Will it last, I'm not sure and I doubt it. I could be wrong. We'll have to see how our time together ends up being."

Nathan then chose a woman to the far left, "Mr. Explosion, as sudden as this partnership has come up, are you having a sexual relationship with Ms. Implosion now that you are no longer with Rebecca Nightrod?"

The front man felt his grip tighten on his podium involuntarily. No way in fucking hell, "No." he said, sending the woman an icy green glare, "I would have to be fucking crazy to be sleeping with her." Moira's face redden with both anger and embarrassment. She refused to look at him, but wondered what was wrong with her since she was practically everyone's type. And so the questions continued, more about their relationships then the actual performance. Only one question was left unanswered. Who was going to be the one in charge of composing the lyrics?

-Later-

It was lunch time for everyone. The girls tried really hard not to puke as they saw Jean-Pierre walk in all his shredded glory. Moira seemed to be the only one unfazed while Lucy, being the youngest, looked like she was ready to die of fright. She pressed her body closer to Toki, covering her face as she leaned against his shoulder.

While Dethklok ate their usual, Cancerous all decided to eat spaghetti. Though now they didn't have the stomach to, not after seeing the chef.

"I don't want to be mean… but what happened to him?" Bloodyfist asked as he hobbled out of the room. She shuddered and pushed her plate away.

"Oh, he got thrown into the helicopter bladesh." Murderface told her as he bit into his BLT. "We showed him back together."

"Oh… like that song." She said, wide eyes. "Who'd have thought it was a real thing? Being sewn back together," she gulped, "wrong."

Moira picked at her food, disgusted at the story and the fact she had to sit next to Nathan. She glanced down the table. The girls were slowly starting to eat, chit chatting with the boys. Her eyes narrowed at the drummers, they were getting way too cozy with one another, and it was gross. As if they were love sick puppies. Toki and Lucy had a childlike fascination with one another, both talking about their candy endorsements and who had the better company. Toki obviously out shining her, but Lucy really didn't care. Perhaps their relationship could be close to a sibling like fondness for one another at the moment.

Knubbler came in out of the blue, almost out of breath. "So I hear you guys are pairing up?" he said once he caught his breath, "Got here as fast as I could. Hello ladies, I'm Dick Knubbler. I help Dethklok produce their music." He shook the girls' hands. "Which means I'll be working with you as well."

Moira took a sip of her beer, "Can't this wait until we're done eating? Not to be rude or anything." Putting her bottle down, she rubbed her temples, "It's just that I've got this massive head ache from the press conference. I actually might end up sleeping after this." She gave him an apologetic smile, actually meaning what she said.

Knubbler shrugged, "That's ok. I needed to talk to Nathan alone any how about the recordings we'll be doing." He then noticed Lucy looking at his face strangely. "My eyes exploded."

"Ah… I sees den." She blushed, she didn't think he'd see her staring. But who could miss her baby blues? "I ams dones." She said, fed up with the disfigured people around her. "I tinks I go take naps or eats candies." She excused herself from the table.

"I's done too." Toki replied as he followed her, "Lucy, waits!"

Out in the hallway, Lucy turned to face Toki. "Yes? What's is it?"

Toki fidgeted a little, "Wants to talks in my rooms? I stashed vodka bottle dere." He looked at her hopefully. Toki really wanted to be her friend, since his band rarely ever met new people. And the fact that she was the youngest of her band, just like him, he wanted to make sure she was comfortable.

Lucy smiled, "Ok. But dun let's da girls know. Dey says I'm stills too youngs. My birthdays is next month though, den I be twenty one."

"Really? I just turned twenty-twos not longs ago. Besides, dey don't likes me doing day times drinkings. But we haves littles bit, yes?" they finally entered his room. Toki locked the door, lest anyone walked in on them when they were drinking. The last thing he wanted was for her to get in trouble.

Lucy sat on his bed and looked around in amazement, even examining the pictures on the wall. The space beside her dipped as Toki situated himself next to her, holding the bottle in his hand. Since he didn't have cups in his room, they'd have to drink directly from the bottle. Toki took the first gulp before handing it to her.

With two hands, Lucy carefully took a sip and scrunched her face up as she swallowed. It wasn't as bad as she thought, so she took bigger sip and gave the bottle back to him. "So, who dis in da pictures?" she asked to start a conversation. Toki raised a brow and sighed.

"Dat be my parents. My father died of cancers not longs ago. I don'ts talks to my mother." He chugged down more then a mouth full, "How bouts you?"

Lucy all of sudden became very silent, drawing her legs up to her chin as she wrapped her arms around her sock covered knees since she wore a pair of short shorts with thigh high black socks. Putting her chin on her knees, she sighed. "I… I don't know where my parents are, maybe back in Ukraine. I don'ts wants to know. My fa-der was very cruel man. My mother lefts us when I was little… den fa-der started beating me and molestings me. I runs away from home wits my violin." She took a bigger gulp from the bottle.

Toki frowned and held her close, resting his head on hers, "Den he should die. My fathers wasn't nice, but I knows he dids what he dids to helps me. I's no lets notings happens to you. Not whens you with me." Lucy hugged Toki back, a thankful smile on her lips. Suddenly feeling tired, she yawned and doze off into a light sleep once Toki put the bottle away and laid back with her on his chest.

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Cherry and Pickles were the next to leave the mess hall. Completely ignoring the warnings they had been given, they went straight to Pickles room, already in a lip lock when they closed the door. It had been a while since either of them had been with someone. Usually Pickles was for one night stands or very short flings, but he knew that in this case, it was different. He already felt a strong attraction to her the moment he saw her, and he wasn't about to let it pass him by as he set her down on his bed to deepen their kiss.

Cherry gasped into the kiss, running a hand up Pickle's shirt to feel his relatively smooth skin. Pickles trailed kissed down her throat and exposed chest left bare to him from her tube top. "Want… some… weed?" he asked in between love bites.

"Fuck yes." Cherry gasped out, "Makes everything better!" The male drummer got off her and shuffled through his drawers, looking for the necessary things he needed. Finding his small kit, he brought it back to the bed. Cherry licked her lips and carefully began to assemble the little pipe, stuffing the end with weed. She gave Pickles a lingering kiss before placing the gadget in his mouth and lighting it for him. He inhaled some and held his breath a little, before dipping his head low to exhale the smoke into Cherry's waiting mouth for a devil's kiss.

By the time both were faded, they were under the covers, their clothes scattered everywhere. Cherry giggled insanely when they were done, sweat covering her body. Her body had a soft, and satisfied glow about it. Completely flushed, Cherry turned to Pickles who was lighting a cigarette after their ordeal, her eyes softening as he smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head.

"I cain't believe we did that." She yawned as she snuggled into Pickles' side. She took his cigarrette and took in a long drag, "But fuck what Moira said…"

Pickles rubbed her torso as he held her close, "Ah, Nathan's not going to like this either but whatever. So, does this make us a couple?" Cherry pretended to think about it for a while.

"Huh… well, was the hanky pankin' around the best…?" seeing his worried face, she laughed and kissed his cheek, "I'm kiddin'. I would think this would count as a relationship." They laid beside each other, completely lost in thought. Pickles was just about to put out his cigarette when Cherry grabbed his flaccid penis and stroked it back to life. She grinned up at him.

"I ain't done with you yet, honey."

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Skwisgaar was walking down the hall heading for his room when he was stopped by Runa. He looked down at her and let her catch her breath. She must have ran after him when he left lunch.

"Skwisgaar, I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk with me?" she asked in their native tongue. It was a lot easier to communicate that way, "I'd very much like a tour of this place. I'm afraid of getting lost." She let out a nervous laugh as she straightened up from leaning against her guitar that was like his, only red.

The world's fastest guitar player thought for a moment before shrugging, "Alright. Why don't we just leave our guitars in my room? You can pick it up later." He opened his door and went to his dresser. Runa's eyes widen as she stepped in, the white of his room completely contrasting with the outside. Unable to resist, she jumped on his bed face up on his side. She giggled as his furry blanket tickled her her skin.

Skwisgaar chuckled and joined her as she curled up around his pillow. "Comfortable?"

"Very much so. I sleep in a damn cube on the bus. This is… custom, right?"she groaned as she sank in deeper into the comforter and mattress. "So soft."

"Perhaps." Runa yawned, but didn't allow herself to sleep just yet. She looked out of his window out at the rest of Mordland. Their property was so big, she couldn't help but be jealous of him.

"If I didn't know who you did on this bed, I'd sleep on it. You sleep with some… unusual women. They're either really old or really big." She caught his stare with hers, their azure eyes locked in a staring contest. "Why do you sleep with such women?" the question slipped out without her meaning to voice it. But she wasn't embarrassed.

Skwisgaar looked away, but laid down next to her with his arms tucked behind his head. He thought about it for a minute or two without really coming up with a suitable answer. He felt as if he really couldn't lie to her, even if he was suppose to destroy her band, which he figured Cancerous was going to do the same to his. He wasn't that clueless.

"I don't know. I've dated pretty women before, but the whole gmilf thing, I like it. Perhaps because I don't have to get very attach to them for them to have a good time. Plus some of them are way more kinkier then you think." He laughed as Runa blanched. She looked up at him and shook her head.

"It's probably suppose to sound sweet, but I think it's sick still. Almost like you're screwing your mom! She has to be in her late sixties early seventies, right? She is after all Miss Sweden of 1956." That had Skwisgaar thinking. He didn't know how old his mom was, nor did he really care, but she was old and not pretty anymore. He was lost in his thought, but was startled when Runa laid her head on his chest, "Sorry, I may have spoken out of turn. Who am I to judge who you have sex with it? You are a bonified whore like me, only I doubt you made a living out of it." she giggled when he raised his brown in questioning. "It happened when I was younger, I was once a porn star, very much like my father. Though my porn name was Austria. I could never use my real name." she gave him a cheeky smile. "And it was a smart thing too. Imagine all the harassment I'd get for it now?"

"No!" Skwisgaar was shocked. "You were in the porn industry? This I have to see." Runa blushed, but didn't try to stop him. He called someone on his phone to check out any movies done by an Finnish woman named Austria. "No way am I going to miss that."

"Whatevers." She rolled her eyes. Getting up she stretched, her blouse rising up on her flat belly. Skwisgaar had to stop himself from reaching out to stroke the teasing strip of flesh. "I goes backs to my room. I'm tired." She gave him one last smile before leaving his room with her guitar in hand. "You cans takes me on tours laters." Blowing him a kiss, she left him laying on his bed with slightly wide eyes.

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"So you're trying to make a side band I hear." Bloodyfist said as they both sat lazily in the entertainment room. Murderface shrugged.

"It'sh no big deal, but yea. I am."

The female bassist sighed, "Have you registered? Even thought of recruits?"

"Uh… no."

Bloodyfist rolled her eyes, getting up to pace around the room a little. He must have been retard, she thought. Giving him a quick glance, she debated whether or not to help him. Most likely his manager tried, but wasn't successful. How would she be able to help?

"Alright Murderface, I've decided to try to help you then. To create your own band and actually have claims to it is like nurturing a baby. You have to be carefeul and precise. I myself have claim to the band name Ovary Override. Get a computer and let's do this! If you have to make a demo tape, I'll be glad to help." She placed her hand on her hips, giving him a reassuring smile.

"But Toki took all of the domainsch online. Want can I do?"

"Hmm…" Bloodyfist thought about for a while, trying to figure out if there was a way to get him registered for a website atleast. "Well… why don't we have the url as Planet Piss… uh… Planet Piss… domination?" Murderface stared at her dully, but shrugged.

"I shuppose. But I don't know if you schaw it, I'm not good at public shpeaking." He fidgeted in his seat, mumbling the last part more to himself. Oh how terrible it was. Damn Pickles for that drug he gave him. He was out of it for a long time.

Scratching the back of her head, Blooyfist spoke, "Well, if we can get the ball rolling for you, maybe I can do the necessary announcements for you, or at least give ya a push pass your stage fright." Murderface felt like he could weep in the inside, but on the outside, he actually smiled, scaring the poor woman a bit. Making an excuse, Bloodyfist left before he did something else to freak her out.

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Nathan was with Knubbler on their way to the recording room, trying to figure out who played what and who would actually compose the piece since it was obvious neither Moira nor Nathan could stand each other. Nathan couldn't explain his hate for her, but he knew she was dangerous. And yet at the same time, he would totally do her. It was really strange. But she was no Rebecca. In fact she looked a lot like a little girl since she was so small.

As they opened the door, someone was in the recording room. Moira was singing into the mic while playing a keyboard. Nathan didn't know she could play an instrument, but truth be told, the song she sung was the only one she could play on Lucy's keyboard. Her voice filled the room as she concentrated on the keys, not bothering to look up from her spot. Apparently she had barely started when they came in.

"Don't cry to me, if you love me. You would be here with me. You love me, come find me, make up your mind…" The song sounded a bit sad a first, but then her playing shifted into a different beat. Nathan and Knubbler were a bit surprised, her voice was just incredible. Nathan didn't realize he had been staring at her the whole time until she was done. She looked through the glass and gasped.

"The hell?" she said, "H-how long were you there?" she frowned, made self-conscious by her silent audience.

"That was a really nice piece." Knubbler said. He sat in the chair of the sound booth and fiddled with a few things. "So Nathan tells me you would like the song to be in German. By any chance do you know any other language."

Moira scratched her head, "Some Italian. Duh on Russian since I lived there for a while. And obviously German. It helps to grow up in by Europe. Bombed Spanish in high school." She got out of the room she was in to join the men. Picking up a note book from the coffee table, she flipped through a few pages. "I know Nathan isn't hyped up about me wanting this song to be in a different language, but hey, it'll be cool, trust me. Here." She handed the note book to Nathan, "These are a few ideas I had."

He read the page, furrowing his brows as his frown deepened. "But then why do you want it in German? This is talking about Russia. Fucking communist."

The short woman tried to remain patient, "Nathan, come on. The song will be good. I actually have a small demo of the first part. Originally I had planned to sing it with an old friend but…" her eyes had a distant look, "He can't sing anymore. Swallowed a shard of glass on accident. Then committed suicide." snapping out of her daze, she looked back at Nathan, "Just do this for me, ok? You can have everything else set up, but let me make the song; you can edit it afterwards but let me do this! Hey!"

Nathan grabbed a pen and made a few revisions already. Once he was satisfied, he gave the book to Knubbler who read it and nodded, giving it back to its owner. Moira read over it, tapping a beat with her finger on the paper. She did it a few times, finally looking up at Nathan.

"This could work… I suppose." Everyone sat on the couch in front of the coffee table, revising the page of lyrics she had well into the night with only a few insults thrown around, a major improvement since the two first met. It was also that night, Nathan began his German lessons. It wasn't as bad as they thought. Perhaps they could become friends and live the two months together…

Fat chance.

Jeez, I actually have 5 different versions of this chapter, but this version was actually the best one that came out. The other ones just lacked something... Shoot, one was like 13 pages. Well, ya know what I've been saying though only 2 have done it. Please review :D It'll make me happy.