Other Lives (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Other Lives (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pickles takes a walk into somebody else's storyline. Oops!
Warnings: OMG DOUBLE AU!!!
Notes: The Metalocalypse dudes belong to Brendon, and Rigyn and her family belong to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wikdsushi.
Cross-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
capslokdethklok.
This one was written forwikdsushi, so I’ve totally ripped off utilized some of her BDP AU stuff. Whether she wants it to be for her is another matter entirely. To summarize, in Sushi's universe, Charles and Toki are happily married and have two kids. In MY universe, Charles is a psychotic, chain-smoking Fallen angel who's currently involved with a Hindu elephant god. And Pickles. Yes, at the same time.
Charles didn't even look up from his laptop as his office door banged.
"What is it this time?"
"So, dood, I took Toki along to da alternit reality t'ing."
"Uh-huh- WHAT?" Suddenly, the laptop was closed, and Charles was on his feet, his full attention fixed on Pickles.
"Da alternit reality?" Pickles continued, a little more sheepish now.
Charles noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that Toki was loitering in the doorway, looking vaguely guilty.
"Pickles, humans are ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN to go to alternate realities!"
"Oh, dood, it ain't actually so hard, yoo jist go t'rough da right doorway in da Dreamtime...."
"NO! Pickles! This could be really, really bad! It could destroy the universe!"
"Oh, dat would be bad, huh?"
"Yes! Destroying the universe would be bad!" Charles attempted to get his breathing under control. "OK. All right. And you said you took Toki. And he's back?".
"Uh, dat's da problem...."
"Oh, Christ! Is it the wrong Toki?" Charles demanded, focusing his attention for the first time on Pickles' young band mate. He expected to see him with an evil goatee instead of his customary Fu Manchu, but he looked like their Toki. However, Charles noticed for the first time, Toki seemed to be hiding something behind his back.
"Uh, no, dood, dat's da right Toki. It's jist, I t'ink we mighta brought back somet'in' o' his."
Toki brought his hand forward. Clinging on to it for dear life was a tiny blonde girl. Charles blinked. She looked like one of Skwisgaar's paternity suits.
"Fuuuuck," Charles whisper-screamed.
"She ams likes me," Toki told him proudly.
"Yeh. She sorta follyied us home," Pickles explained.
"OK. All right. OK," Charles said, as much to himself as to anyone else. "Pickles, who else knows about this?"
"Uh, nobody over here. I t'ink day might miss her over dere."
"And you know where 'there' is?"
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"Pickles?" asked Charles, visions of what he could do had he been currently holding a machete flashing through his mind.
"Dood, I wuz trippin' balls when I took us dere..."
"Pickles, you are always high on something."
"Yeh, but dis wuz special...."
"Pickles, you are always high on something special!"
Pickles put up his hands. "I figggered mebbe yoo could get her back, 'cause yer all magical and shit."
"Pickles, I am absolutely forbidden to venture to other realities. I am Fallen."
"Boy, dere's a lotta rools to dis stuff!"
Charles eyed the child, who immediately retreated behind Toki's back. "All right. We may be able to get out of this. Here is what we will do. Pickles, take Toki and find that place again. Then, leave our Toki there, and bring THEIR Toki back here to pick her up. I will keep her here, out of sight. Is this understood?"
Pickles nodded. Toki knelt down, and, with a gentleness that completely took Charles by surprise, spoke softly in Norwegian to the clearly terrified girl. She obediently let herself be led to the couch, where she sat down, gripping her knees to her chest, and blinking back tears.
Charles gripped Pickles by the collar. "PLEASE fucking hurry," he whispered to him.
"No problem dood!" Pickles assured him. "Toki, dood, let's get going!"
The band mates departed, though Toki seemed a bit reluctant to be parted from the girl, and Charles closed his office door after them.
Charles decided to venture over towards the girl, although she jerked back when he strayed too close.
"Look, I'm not gonna fucking hug you, so don't worry. I hate being touched as much as you seem to." He cast his mind for helpful Norwegian phrases, but mostly came up with colorful ways to tell someone to suck his cock. He briefly considered calling Raziel for help, but decided the fewer people knew about this violation, probably, the better.
The girl was saying something, in English. He craned his neck to listen.
"Uh, no, I'm definitely not that," he told her. That is one fucking weird alternate reality, he thought. She was pointing at his hand. Confused, he stuck his arm out towards her. Suddenly, like a little blonde face hugger, she had leapt out and engulfed his wrist in a painfully powerful suck.
"OK, OK," he said, sitting down beside her and, as gently as humanly possible, extricating his wristwatch from her mouth, "That's not a pacifier."
She sat beside him, lovely blue eyes once again threatening to overtop with tears, and now, in addition, clearly winding up for a good old-fashioned wail.
He was tearing off his jacket. "OK. Wait! Just, wait! Some people like this...."
It was late evening when Pickles pushed his way back into their manager's office.
Toki was with him, but Sariel knew instantly it was not his Toki.
"Wowee!" Their Toki exclaimed. "Dis ams some different universes!"
The little blonde girl looked up from playing with the Paint program on the laptop. "Daddy!" she squealed, wriggling out of Sariel's lap and into Their Toki's grateful arms.
"You ams shoulda not be into so much mischiefs, Bee," he chided her, giving her a kiss.
"Pickles, you do not tell anybody about this EVER, upon pain of death!" Sariel chided his own charge.
"Or maybes dis universes ain't so differents," chuckled Their Toki.
"'Ook, Daddy!" said the tiny blonde. She held up a single silvery feather.
"Oh, Christ, I don't think that would be good...." Sariel started. The blonde was scowling at him now, silver feather clutched in her face-hugger death grip. "OK. OK. Just one won't hurt. Pickles. You'll take them back now? STRAIGHT BACK. And get Our Toki?"
Pickles grinned and nodded.
"Thanks for ams watching over hers, Other Charle," Their Toki told him. Sariel nodded, a bit brusquely, Their Toki thought, and bent over his laptop, wings flicking irritably.
They departed the office, and Walked into Pickles' over-saturated Dreamtime. "Your Charle ams da angels?" Their Toki whispered to Pickles.
"Naw, dood, he wuz kicked out."
"Oh," said Their Toki, smoothing the little girl's hair as she rode in his arms.
"I t'ink mebbe he made a crappy angel," Pickles laughed. "Anyways. It's a long story. An' I'm supposed t' take yoo straight back."
"Da angels wings would have been cool to shows da ins-laws," Their Toki grinned.
"In-laws?" asked Pickles.
"It ams da long stories," Their Toki told him.
"Huh," said Pickles. He watched the girl, happily twirling a silvery feather in her small hand. "Uh. Yoo doods gotta little time before I take yoo back?"
Their Toki shrugged.
"Have yoo ever flown in an airship?" Pickles asked.
The tiny girl twirled her feather. "Sølv engel," she said.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pickles takes a walk into somebody else's storyline. Oops!
Warnings: OMG DOUBLE AU!!!
Notes: The Metalocalypse dudes belong to Brendon, and Rigyn and her family belong to
wikdsushi.Cross-posted to
capslokdethklok.This one was written for
wikdsushi, so I’ve totally Charles didn't even look up from his laptop as his office door banged.
"What is it this time?"
"So, dood, I took Toki along to da alternit reality t'ing."
"Uh-huh- WHAT?" Suddenly, the laptop was closed, and Charles was on his feet, his full attention fixed on Pickles.
"Da alternit reality?" Pickles continued, a little more sheepish now.
Charles noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that Toki was loitering in the doorway, looking vaguely guilty.
"Pickles, humans are ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN to go to alternate realities!"
"Oh, dood, it ain't actually so hard, yoo jist go t'rough da right doorway in da Dreamtime...."
"NO! Pickles! This could be really, really bad! It could destroy the universe!"
"Oh, dat would be bad, huh?"
"Yes! Destroying the universe would be bad!" Charles attempted to get his breathing under control. "OK. All right. And you said you took Toki. And he's back?".
"Uh, dat's da problem...."
"Oh, Christ! Is it the wrong Toki?" Charles demanded, focusing his attention for the first time on Pickles' young band mate. He expected to see him with an evil goatee instead of his customary Fu Manchu, but he looked like their Toki. However, Charles noticed for the first time, Toki seemed to be hiding something behind his back.
"Uh, no, dood, dat's da right Toki. It's jist, I t'ink we mighta brought back somet'in' o' his."
Toki brought his hand forward. Clinging on to it for dear life was a tiny blonde girl. Charles blinked. She looked like one of Skwisgaar's paternity suits.
"Fuuuuck," Charles whisper-screamed.
"She ams likes me," Toki told him proudly.
"Yeh. She sorta follyied us home," Pickles explained.
"OK. All right. OK," Charles said, as much to himself as to anyone else. "Pickles, who else knows about this?"
"Uh, nobody over here. I t'ink day might miss her over dere."
"And you know where 'there' is?"
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"Pickles?" asked Charles, visions of what he could do had he been currently holding a machete flashing through his mind.
"Dood, I wuz trippin' balls when I took us dere..."
"Pickles, you are always high on something."
"Yeh, but dis wuz special...."
"Pickles, you are always high on something special!"
Pickles put up his hands. "I figggered mebbe yoo could get her back, 'cause yer all magical and shit."
"Pickles, I am absolutely forbidden to venture to other realities. I am Fallen."
"Boy, dere's a lotta rools to dis stuff!"
Charles eyed the child, who immediately retreated behind Toki's back. "All right. We may be able to get out of this. Here is what we will do. Pickles, take Toki and find that place again. Then, leave our Toki there, and bring THEIR Toki back here to pick her up. I will keep her here, out of sight. Is this understood?"
Pickles nodded. Toki knelt down, and, with a gentleness that completely took Charles by surprise, spoke softly in Norwegian to the clearly terrified girl. She obediently let herself be led to the couch, where she sat down, gripping her knees to her chest, and blinking back tears.
Charles gripped Pickles by the collar. "PLEASE fucking hurry," he whispered to him.
"No problem dood!" Pickles assured him. "Toki, dood, let's get going!"
The band mates departed, though Toki seemed a bit reluctant to be parted from the girl, and Charles closed his office door after them.
Charles decided to venture over towards the girl, although she jerked back when he strayed too close.
"Look, I'm not gonna fucking hug you, so don't worry. I hate being touched as much as you seem to." He cast his mind for helpful Norwegian phrases, but mostly came up with colorful ways to tell someone to suck his cock. He briefly considered calling Raziel for help, but decided the fewer people knew about this violation, probably, the better.
The girl was saying something, in English. He craned his neck to listen.
"Uh, no, I'm definitely not that," he told her. That is one fucking weird alternate reality, he thought. She was pointing at his hand. Confused, he stuck his arm out towards her. Suddenly, like a little blonde face hugger, she had leapt out and engulfed his wrist in a painfully powerful suck.
"OK, OK," he said, sitting down beside her and, as gently as humanly possible, extricating his wristwatch from her mouth, "That's not a pacifier."
She sat beside him, lovely blue eyes once again threatening to overtop with tears, and now, in addition, clearly winding up for a good old-fashioned wail.
He was tearing off his jacket. "OK. Wait! Just, wait! Some people like this...."
It was late evening when Pickles pushed his way back into their manager's office.
Toki was with him, but Sariel knew instantly it was not his Toki.
"Wowee!" Their Toki exclaimed. "Dis ams some different universes!"
The little blonde girl looked up from playing with the Paint program on the laptop. "Daddy!" she squealed, wriggling out of Sariel's lap and into Their Toki's grateful arms.
"You ams shoulda not be into so much mischiefs, Bee," he chided her, giving her a kiss.
"Pickles, you do not tell anybody about this EVER, upon pain of death!" Sariel chided his own charge.
"Or maybes dis universes ain't so differents," chuckled Their Toki.
"'Ook, Daddy!" said the tiny blonde. She held up a single silvery feather.
"Oh, Christ, I don't think that would be good...." Sariel started. The blonde was scowling at him now, silver feather clutched in her face-hugger death grip. "OK. OK. Just one won't hurt. Pickles. You'll take them back now? STRAIGHT BACK. And get Our Toki?"
Pickles grinned and nodded.
"Thanks for ams watching over hers, Other Charle," Their Toki told him. Sariel nodded, a bit brusquely, Their Toki thought, and bent over his laptop, wings flicking irritably.
They departed the office, and Walked into Pickles' over-saturated Dreamtime. "Your Charle ams da angels?" Their Toki whispered to Pickles.
"Naw, dood, he wuz kicked out."
"Oh," said Their Toki, smoothing the little girl's hair as she rode in his arms.
"I t'ink mebbe he made a crappy angel," Pickles laughed. "Anyways. It's a long story. An' I'm supposed t' take yoo straight back."
"Da angels wings would have been cool to shows da ins-laws," Their Toki grinned.
"In-laws?" asked Pickles.
"It ams da long stories," Their Toki told him.
"Huh," said Pickles. He watched the girl, happily twirling a silvery feather in her small hand. "Uh. Yoo doods gotta little time before I take yoo back?"
Their Toki shrugged.
"Have yoo ever flown in an airship?" Pickles asked.
The tiny girl twirled her feather. "Sølv engel," she said.
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Date: 2011-02-01 03:46 am (UTC)Having legitimate reasons to say things like this... Yeah, it's pretty much in the job description of being Charles. X3
"Dood, I wuz trippin' balls when I took us dere..."
"Pickles, you are always high on something."
"Yeh, but dis wuz special...."
"Pickles, you are always high on something special!"
XD
Suddenly, like a little blonde face hugger, she had leapt out and engulfed his wrist in a painfully powerful suck.
I adore that description. X3
Lucky kid is lucky--I want me a pretty Fallen angel feather, too. Make that two pretty Fallen angel feathers for me, though, actually. One silver and one white, please. :3
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Date: 2011-02-01 04:31 am (UTC)Having legitimate reasons to say things like this... Yeah, it's pretty much in the job description of being Charles. X3
Yeah, no matter what the AU, some thing never change.
Lucky kid is lucky--I want me a pretty Fallen angel feather, too. Make that two pretty Fallen angel feathers for me, though, actually. One silver and one white, please. :3
Dick Knubbler/Samael has been sort of hanging out lately, since Dethklok are kinda stalled on their new album, but I hear Wotan has given him a little assignment. :D
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Date: 2011-02-01 09:02 am (UTC)Meanwhile, in another universe....
Technically, Charles only kept his asthma inhaler for cat exposure emergencies. However, it seemed better than nothing while every Klokateer in Mordhaus--never mind four-fifths of Dethklok--tore the place apart, looking for Rigyn--whatever her state might be.
He looked up when the door opened, and managed not to bare his teeth when 246 waddled in, carrying a tea tray, a bottle of scotch, and what looked like a bag of weed.
"From Lord Pickles," she said as she set it on Charles's desk. She straightened with a grunt and pressed both hands to the small of her back. "I just got word that she's not in the employee quarters---"
"Thank fuck. I know what's growing down there!"
"She'll turn up, sir. She's probably curled up asleep in a linen closet somewhere---"
"DADDY!"
Charles bolted to his feet. Rigyn torn across his office, clutching a weird silver feather. Charles hoisted her into his arms and kissed her all over her face until she drew back with a whine. He had the vague impression he was crying, but couldn't be bothered with his dignity.
"Don't ever run off like that again, Bumblebee," he said in Norwegian. "Where the hell did you go?"
"Angel Daddy!" Rigyn held up the feather, then started looking through his hair. "Angel Daddy is silver!"
"Rigyn, were you dreaming?"
"No," Toki said, leaning against the wall next to the door. "Charles, you might wants to sits down. This ams gonna takes a while."
"Blimp!" Rigyn said.
Charles lifted an eyebrow. Suddenly, he was glad for 246's scotch.
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Date: 2011-02-01 03:49 pm (UTC)Blimp!
Ha!
I sort of want to know what Pickles and Other Toki were talking about. "Does YOUR Charles ams does this?" "Oh feck yeh!"