WOOO MORE LAZY WRITING WITH NO JOKES AT ALL. Also, yay, more reviews. I don't have much to say because explaining my absence would take up half the chapter, so here goes. I HAVE changed the ages a bit to A: Fit with Ofdensen's age, and B: Because one of my favorite YoungKlok fanfics did it this way. So, Toki is 9, Nathan and Skwisgaar are 10, Murderface is 11, and Pickles is 12.

Italics are foreign languages and stuff.)

Nathan was still thinking of the name that Murderface had given him. "Tonto". He'd been completely zoned out from the outside world, thinking of a million names to call the kid at this point as revenge for his remark, but when Nathan looked around, he didn't see him. He considered himself lucky for catching a glimpse of Murderface inside of a car, however, and quickly turned to his friend, whispering.

"Holy shit, Magnus, did that guy just fucking abduct Murderface right in front of our eyes?"

Magnus, head tilted downward, flicked his tired eyes up to the window for a brief second before looking back at Nathan.

"Dude, where the hell were you? He just jumped out the window."

Nathan looked back out of the window, the car long since gone.

"Dude, he was inside some shady-ass car, I just saw it."

Magnus took another tired glance up to the time.

"Well, if you're willing to take the risk of getting caught for skipping detention to save that stupid, ugly shithead, be my guest. But I, for one, am tired of punishment, and I'd prefer to not risk it for that stupid bastard."

*Scene Switch*

Murderface looked to Ofdensen.

"Scho, like, isch there schomething you need usch for, becausche I can only think of one other explanation for a creepy old man picking up three kidsch and putting them in hisch car."

Ofdensen frowned.

"Ah, actually Murderface, I'm still in my twenties, but that's besides the point. Yes, I do need you, as well as a few others. However, at this, ah, moment in time, I'm unable to give you any information ab-""

Even though Ofdensen prepared for an interruption, he did not expect it to be so loud.

"I fucking knew it! You're a fucking kidnapper piecshe of schit! I know a lot of people who will come lookin' for me, and they'll beat your assch!"

Ofdensen was about to speak, but Murderface (thought that he) knew what the man was about to say.

"Name one!? I'll name plenty! For schtartersch, Nathan, and-"

Ofdensen almost stopped the car.

"William...What's his last name, this Nathan?"

"The one from my schchool? Nathan Exploschion."

Ofdensen nearly stopped the car and headed back for the school, but knew that Pickles had to be taken care of first.

*Scene Switch*

Nathan carefully examined the skidmarks of the fast moving car, wandering across town, following them. After an amount of time far too long for him to even think about it, he found the car parked, right outside of the hospital. He let himself in, ignoring the confused looks of nurses who saw a child without his parent.

After barging into several rooms and seeing several surgeries and births, murmuring "Brutal" to each, he finally found Murderface, standing inside of a room next to two complete strangers.

"Hey, Murderface, how the hell did you end up-HOLY SHIT! HOW BRUTAL IS THAT!?"

Nathan basked in the glow of Pickles' mangled, bloodied, glass-covered body in the hospital bed, imaging the scenario that led to this, licking his lips at the thought of how completely metal it must have been.

One of the strangers, a tall, cold figure in a suit, turned to him.

"Oh, hello, you ah, must be Nathan, yes? I guess that saves us an extra trip, then."

The second stranger, a small boy no older than him, hid behind the man's leg.

"Oh, this is, ah, Toki. He doesn't speak English, you see."

The man turned to Toki and kneeled down to him.

"Toki, this is Nathan. He's coming with us as well."

Toki, still in shock from being freed from his home, just nodded.

"Oh, good. Hello, Nathan."

Nathan's eyebrow raised sharply.

"...The fuck? Does this kid have, like, a disability or something?"

The man turned back around.

"Oh, sorry. He, ah, speaks Norwegian."

The gears in Nathan's brain moved slowly and something clicked.

"Oh...OH! Oh, that's like Swedish, right?"

Ofdensen shrugged.

"Well, ah, yes, it's a similar language to Swedish."

Nathan beamed.

"Awesome! I can talk to him then!"

Nathan cleared his throat and looked at Toki.

"Bork, bork, bork, horben borgen smeenski lorgen. Bork."

A long silence overcame them as Nathan stood with his mouth in a wide-open smile and his eyes vacant, confident in the fact that he did such a good job.

"...Anyway, ah, since the three of you go to the same school, I assume that Nathan also knows Pickles?"

Nathan looked down at the bloodied mass.

"Oh, shit, I guess that is Pickles."

Ofdensen straightened his tie.

"Well, hopefully he recovers soon, we need to hurry. I don't know how to put it any way save for bluntly, but we're being followed."

Murderface scratched his head.

"Do they look like creepy-assch chyborg-mantisch thingsch?"

Charles froze.

"...Yes, sort of. How did you know that?"

William pointed.

"Well, there'sch one in the window, for one.

One quick spin around and Ofdensen saw it, the Rusting Mantis, a six-foot metal...well, mantis, already through the window and ready to attack. Charles' fist met its claw, and they pushed and pulled until Murderface trudged over and stomped in its foot, making it let go of Charles and allowing him to knock its head off with a solid strike as the body went flying through the window.

"The Praying Mantis is the only insect that can turn its head with turning its entire body."

He looked at the severed head in his hand.

"This, however, can put them at a disadvantage."

His nose was really starting to hurt as he continued to pinch it.

"Boys, I'm honestly not sure what to do about Pickles. We're due for Sweden in a few hours, and we can't leave him here."

It took what felt like an eternity, but they finally came up with a brilliant plan that I'm too lazy to come up with in this chapter and as such will write about in the next one.