Amy had invited the band into the room, but none of them would enter. They preferred to, "Stay outside so that Toki don't know that we're here." Amy fell asleep on the armchair next to the bed; it'd been a while since she had slept, what with the 2 hour flight to Mordhaus and the 2 days staying awake with Scott.
" Come on Amy, just stay awake with me and Julie! Then we can sleep after the concert!"
"Scott, I don't know. I have a feeling."
"Don't worry about it!"
Amy felt tears roll down her face when she woke up. In some bizarre-o way, she had loved Scott. She sat up and wiped the tears away. It was very dark in the Mordhaus infirmary; it was probably around one A.M. , and her Klokateers were gone. Amy wondered if she was even supposed to be awake when she heard the sound of somebody shifting their weight, she turned around and saw Charles Foster Offdenson standing there, in his PJ's no less. His hair was ruffled and he looked tired, "Do you know why we make fans sign the liability waivers before each show?" Amy shook her head, "Not really. Like I've been telling everyone, I didn't even know that Dethklok existed until last week."
Charles looked stern, even when this under dressed, "Because, what happened last night happens at, ah, pretty much every show; whether it's an international incident or, ah, the slaughter of a thousand or so fans." Amy's eyes got big, "That sounds . . . brutal." Charles almost smiled, "That's something Nathan would say." Amy smiled, "This band sounds like a handful, Mr. Offdenson. It must be quite a bit of hard work to take care of them." Charles finally smiled, "For the record, I try."
Toki began to stir again and Charles got up, "It's, ah, better not to let my boys see me unprofessionally, I'm sorry I should, ah, go." Amy nodded and waved as he left. She looked at his feet and noticed that he'd had, of all things, bunny slippers. She giggled. Toki's eyes opened, " Amys? Is that's you? Ams you still theres?" Amy put her hand on Toki's leg, "Yeah I'm here, get some rest okay? You have a stage three concussion." Toki pouted, " I's been sleepins for too many days nows. I wants to stays up past my bed times fors once." Amy sighed, " Okay but if you feel sick." Toki nodded.
" Amys? Has you ever hads traumatics experience?" She thought about it, " Well sort of, A man attacked me once and it took me a few years in the mental hospital to get over it." Toki sat up, looking confused, " Hows dids he attacks you?" Amy went cold, the hair on her neck began to stand up and the air got thin, "It's . . . it's not important. What about you Toki?" Toki nodded, "I was asbuses by my dads and mums. I stills has da scars, wanna sees?" Amy nodded a little and Toki removed his shirt. Sure enough, on his back there were quite a few scars. He was also surprisingly muscular. She sat back down, "I'm so sorry Toki. When did you get away from them?" Toki shrugged, " I don'ts remembers much abouts it. Don'ts wants to talks anymores, ams gettings tired."
Amy nodded, " I agree, good night Toki" Toki smiled and whispered, " Goods nights news best friends" Amy rolled her eyes and smiled.
One Week Later
"Well Amy, it was nice to have you here to look after Toki." Charles was seeing Amy to the door, alone. "Don't worry about it Mr. Offdenson! It was wonderful, thank you for letting me stay!" Amy bowed a little and was about to turn around when Charles said, " I'm sorry for the way the rest of the boys treated you. They mean well." Amy laughed, " Is *that* why you saw me off? Don't worry about it! I know how family is. I have two older brothers myself." Amy extended her hand, " It was nice to meet you and the boys, Mr. Offdenson!" Charles took her hand and shook it lightly, " Again, I do apologize." Amy shook her head and laughed, " Don't worry about it!" He looked sternly into her eyes and nodded.
Amy started to get into the makeshift elevator when Toki ran out towards her, " AMYS! Don'ts leave just yet!" She turned around and smiled, Toki ran up to her and showed her his finger. "Ams still hurts!" Indeed, there was a little cut on his finger. It was also fresh. Amy laughed again, "Toki, I have a life I should get back to you know! My parents are probably worried sick, I need to go to . . ." Amy trailed off as she remembered the obituary of her ex boyfriend, Scott. "I have to go to a funeral. . . I can't stay forever and talk to you about your Deddybear" Toki looked upset, "And whys not! We coulds has fun heres! Right heres! Forevers and evers!"
"I'm behind in my rent, I mean ,I'd love to stay, but I live out there! I have a life outside of Mordhaus!" Toki almost started to cry, "Is it becauses we's too metals here? We coulds builds you a rooms, a reals nice one! Withs buttersflies and flowers, makes you go wowee!" Amy hugged him and started laughing, "Toki. . ." Charles walked up behind them and said smugly, " I'm going to need several background checks and a well written resume. Perhaps any and all mugshots that you have." Amy looked at Charles questioningly, "What do you mean?" Charles grimly smiled, "I'm pretty sure my employer has just hired you."
"Hired? To do what?" Charles shrugged and smiled, "This way Ms . . . .?" Charles mentally kicked himself for not knowing anything but her first name. By now, if he was on the top of his game, He would have already run 3 of the 7 background checks. He would know her SSN and the exact moment she was born, but here he only knew the first name of a girl he had let so close to his bread and butter. What if it turned out that she was an assassin?
He looked at her, all 5'3" of her, and decided that it *was* possible. She was definitely compact enough to kill. Her hair was approximately down to her shoulders, but she wasn't muscular. She was too . . . fleshy to be a good assassin. Charles decided to keep an eye on her anyways, just in case. Amy noticed Charles looking her up and down and blushed intensly, "My last name is Lillen." Charles nodded, and proceeded to escort her back into Mordhaus.
Meanwhile, at the "Super Top Secret Booze Meeting of People In Dethklok, Except Murderface and Toki"
"Pickle, whys is it thats Tokis has beens talkings to this girl?"
"I don't know dude, but I don't like it."
Nathan slammed a fist down on the table, " There are other things we need to talk about. Like writing songs."
"Nat'ans we's alreadys gots like sevens songs! We justs needs to records!"
Pickles added in, " And for dat we need Toki!"
Nathan stood up and glared darkly into absolutely nothing, " SO WE MUST KIDNAP HIM!"
"Dude! He's in our band; let's just call a band meeting."
"Oh, THEN WE WILL HAVE A BAND MEETING AND IT WILL BE THE MOST BRUTAL OF ALL BAND MEETINGS!"
There was a small knock on the door and Charles walked in, " Ah, Nathan, you were ah, yelling again." Nathan glared at him, "YOU F(Riff)CKING ROBOT GET OUT OF
HERE WE'RE HAVING A SECRET MEETING!" Nathan was shaking with anger. Charles looked around, " In the, ah, quiet room?" "WE NEEDED TO THINK!", Nathan roared while Charles pinched his nose in exasperation, " Well, ah, Toki hired that new girl and we're
running background checks. Just thought I'd let you know." "GET. OUT!"
"Ah, okay then. Have fun."
Nathan sat back down and stared at his hands, he grumbled, " Well I think that went well."
Pickles stared at him, " What the hell, dude? It's the Motherf(riff)cking quiet room!"
Nathan glared at Pickles," I F(riff)CKING KNOW THAT! NOW SHUT UP!"
The band sat there in silence in the aura of the quiet room, finally Nathan spoke up again, " Why the f(riff)ck do we even need a quiet room? We're a METAL BAND!"
Skwisgaar thought about it then stated, " Remembers? We weres drunks and we wanteds to builds a place where we coulds romance da ladies!
Just then the door swung open and Toki ran in dragging Amy, " AND THIS IS DA QUIETS ROOMS! buts shhhhhh! it's supposeds to be verys quiet!" Amy nodded in, almost bored, agreement. Nathan stood up angrily, " WHAT THE F(riff)ck ARE YOU DOING HERE?
YOU'RE WERE SUPPOSED TO LEAVE!" Amy was taken aback by the yelling but waited for Nathan to finish. When He was done roaring she told him simply, " Toki hired me."
"Hireds yous to does whats? Changes his baby diapers when he goes to cries likes little babies?"
"I ams not babies, Skiwsgaars! You ams little babies!"
"I was hired as a chaperone? To make sure he doesn't drink too much I suppose."
"Wait this broad was , like, REALLY hired? Dude. . ."
Nathan looked Amy up and down for a moment, then processed the information.