Murdersitting (Mythklok interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Murdersitting (Mythklok interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Murderface Murderface Murderface takes a turn at angelbabysitting.
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: is one was Z'S idea.
"You are certain this will not inconvenience you, William?"
"Naw, we're fine watsching the kid for a couple hoursch, Ganesch."
"We simply must get Sariel measured for his commitment ceremony suit, and it usually requires muster of both Raziel and myself to marshall him for this kind of errand."
"Schan Scherriffe!" Murderface grinned.
"The Upper Caisse is supposed to be particularly lovely this time of year."
"I antischipate a seneschal masschages myschelf!"
"All right. Well, if he gets into any mischief, you have my number," Ganesh told him.
"What kind of mischief can he get into? He'sch juscht a little baby. Aren't you?" Murderface inquired of little Elias, who flapped his tiny sliver-tipped wings in an appealing manner.
"Er," said Ganesh. "As I said. You have my number."
"Willie baby!" Dick Knubbler gushed. "Did Ganny baby leave his baby, baby?"
"Uh. Yesch?" That sounded right. Murderface was idly carving the Planet Piss logo into the coffee table located in the waiting room just outside Mordhaus's state of the art recording studio. Elias, sitting nearby, watched in apparent fascination as the sharp blade splintered the smooth wood surface.
"So, we're all ready to go, Willie baby?" asked Knubbler, sitting down on the couch next to him.
"Uh," said Murderface. Really, Knubbler could be such a drag sometimes. It interfered with his creative process.
"You're rarin' to go, baby? Got all your songs ready, yeah?"
"I dunno, Dick," the bassist noted. "I'm conscherned about our logo."
"Your logo, baby?" Knubbler asked, leaning over beside baby Elias to stare at the crude artwork torn into the tabletop.
"We need impactful graphical represchentation of my magnum opus!" Murderface protested, flashing his sharp blade.
Elias' eyes were like two little brown teacup saucers, his mouth a perfect O regarding the pointy knife.
"Baby. With all respect, don't we need to record your magnum opus? At some point? Yeah?"
"WHY ARE YOU BEING SCHO NEGATIVE?" Murderface sobbed.
Knubbler snapped his fingers. "Look, I got it,baby! We need inspiration!"
"Inspiration?"
"Wunsplation!" agreed Elias, still eying the knife.
"Yeah, baby," Knubbler assured Murderface, one arm hooked around the bassist. "We'll just lay down a track, baby. We'll go right now," he said, rising, somehow dragging the moody bassist up with him.
"Yeah. Maybe. I guessch," Murderface mumbled, carelessly tossing the knife to the table.
"Believe me, baby. We'll get us a logo, yeah," Knubbler assured him, half dragging him towards the studio. "Let's do some logo tunes! Inspiration baby! Yeah!"
The waiting room was empty.
Except for an angel baby. And a sharp, shiny hunting knife.
Elias lunged.
"WILLIAM!"
Charles was dressed in a fashionable white linen suit.
Well, half of a fashionable white linen suit anyway.
"Sarry, baby," Dick Knubber huffed at the figure who had just appeared in the control room. "We're in the middle of a take, baby, yeah."
"You've been in the middle of a take for the past three years!" Charles wailed.
"Charlesch?" Murderface asked, politely poking his head out of the booth. "Nische schuit."
"WHERE IS MY KID?"
"Sariel! Fabrizio still needs to measure your inseam!" Raziel, who had just appeared as well, scolded.
"Raziel, fuck my inseam."
"Well if you don't get it measured, it will be fucked!" Raziel sniffed.
"Ganesh left my only son in the care of these guys!" Sariel moaned.
"William is a perfectly responsible caretaker!" Ganesh, who had also just appeared, protested. "Aren't you William?"
"Babies! My control room is getting crowded with babies!" Knubbler cautioned.
"Dick, I don't care about your babies. Where is my fucking baby!" demanded Sariel.
"It's cool, bro!" Murderface reassured them. "He's out in the waiting room...."
"See?" Ganesh said.
"Playing with my hunting knife."
There was a pregnant pause.
Followed by a general mad dash.
"Boon!" Sariel screamed, grabbing his child. And then, "What have you done?"
"Well," said Ganesh, "That's...."
"That's incredible!" Raziel enthused, snapping some cell phone pictures.
"Are we gonna have to give him album credit for this?" Murderface asked suspiciously.
"Designing your album cover?" Ganesh asked, tracing a finger over the now intricately carved tabletop, which was now a full cover design for a Planet Piss' nonexistent new album.
"Pannetpith," Elias babbled.
"I like how he's included trademark notes," Raziel grinned. Ganesh, squinting through his reading glasses, nodded.
"He misschpelled it," Murderface grumbled.
"Misspelled what?" Sariel asked.
"Planet Pissch! It only hash one 'SCH'!"
"Er, actually, no, it doesn't," Ganesh told him.
"But I'm an exschellent schpeller!" Murderface protested as Knubbler dragged him back towards the studio.
"Are you gonna use the cover?" Raziel asked Sariel.
"I dunno," Sariel sighed. "You think you can learn bass guitar, Boon?"
"Wunsprashun!" Elias chirped, holding up the knife. Sariel grabbed it, and glared at a shrugging Ganesh.
"C'mon guys, art break is over," Raziel said. "We gotta get Sariel back to Fabrizio."
Sariel continued to glower.
"What?" said Ganesh. "We've uncovered a hidden talent."
"We'll talk about this tonight," Sariel told him frostily.
"Will there potentially be a spanking?" Ganesh asked hopefully.
"Cool. We can take Boon tonight," Raziel told them, grabbing the baby and cheerily hoisting him.
"Will that be OK?" Sariel asked.
"Yeah. We've got a ton of boring coffee tables in the east sitting room that need sprucing up," she grinned. And then she grabbed Sariel by his unfinished collar, and they had disappeared before he could start to glare.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Murderface Murderface Murderface takes a turn at angelbabysitting.
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: is one was Z'S idea.
"You are certain this will not inconvenience you, William?"
"Naw, we're fine watsching the kid for a couple hoursch, Ganesch."
"We simply must get Sariel measured for his commitment ceremony suit, and it usually requires muster of both Raziel and myself to marshall him for this kind of errand."
"Schan Scherriffe!" Murderface grinned.
"The Upper Caisse is supposed to be particularly lovely this time of year."
"I antischipate a seneschal masschages myschelf!"
"All right. Well, if he gets into any mischief, you have my number," Ganesh told him.
"What kind of mischief can he get into? He'sch juscht a little baby. Aren't you?" Murderface inquired of little Elias, who flapped his tiny sliver-tipped wings in an appealing manner.
"Er," said Ganesh. "As I said. You have my number."
"Willie baby!" Dick Knubbler gushed. "Did Ganny baby leave his baby, baby?"
"Uh. Yesch?" That sounded right. Murderface was idly carving the Planet Piss logo into the coffee table located in the waiting room just outside Mordhaus's state of the art recording studio. Elias, sitting nearby, watched in apparent fascination as the sharp blade splintered the smooth wood surface.
"So, we're all ready to go, Willie baby?" asked Knubbler, sitting down on the couch next to him.
"Uh," said Murderface. Really, Knubbler could be such a drag sometimes. It interfered with his creative process.
"You're rarin' to go, baby? Got all your songs ready, yeah?"
"I dunno, Dick," the bassist noted. "I'm conscherned about our logo."
"Your logo, baby?" Knubbler asked, leaning over beside baby Elias to stare at the crude artwork torn into the tabletop.
"We need impactful graphical represchentation of my magnum opus!" Murderface protested, flashing his sharp blade.
Elias' eyes were like two little brown teacup saucers, his mouth a perfect O regarding the pointy knife.
"Baby. With all respect, don't we need to record your magnum opus? At some point? Yeah?"
"WHY ARE YOU BEING SCHO NEGATIVE?" Murderface sobbed.
Knubbler snapped his fingers. "Look, I got it,baby! We need inspiration!"
"Inspiration?"
"Wunsplation!" agreed Elias, still eying the knife.
"Yeah, baby," Knubbler assured Murderface, one arm hooked around the bassist. "We'll just lay down a track, baby. We'll go right now," he said, rising, somehow dragging the moody bassist up with him.
"Yeah. Maybe. I guessch," Murderface mumbled, carelessly tossing the knife to the table.
"Believe me, baby. We'll get us a logo, yeah," Knubbler assured him, half dragging him towards the studio. "Let's do some logo tunes! Inspiration baby! Yeah!"
The waiting room was empty.
Except for an angel baby. And a sharp, shiny hunting knife.
Elias lunged.
"WILLIAM!"
Charles was dressed in a fashionable white linen suit.
Well, half of a fashionable white linen suit anyway.
"Sarry, baby," Dick Knubber huffed at the figure who had just appeared in the control room. "We're in the middle of a take, baby, yeah."
"You've been in the middle of a take for the past three years!" Charles wailed.
"Charlesch?" Murderface asked, politely poking his head out of the booth. "Nische schuit."
"WHERE IS MY KID?"
"Sariel! Fabrizio still needs to measure your inseam!" Raziel, who had just appeared as well, scolded.
"Raziel, fuck my inseam."
"Well if you don't get it measured, it will be fucked!" Raziel sniffed.
"Ganesh left my only son in the care of these guys!" Sariel moaned.
"William is a perfectly responsible caretaker!" Ganesh, who had also just appeared, protested. "Aren't you William?"
"Babies! My control room is getting crowded with babies!" Knubbler cautioned.
"Dick, I don't care about your babies. Where is my fucking baby!" demanded Sariel.
"It's cool, bro!" Murderface reassured them. "He's out in the waiting room...."
"See?" Ganesh said.
"Playing with my hunting knife."
There was a pregnant pause.
Followed by a general mad dash.
"Boon!" Sariel screamed, grabbing his child. And then, "What have you done?"
"Well," said Ganesh, "That's...."
"That's incredible!" Raziel enthused, snapping some cell phone pictures.
"Are we gonna have to give him album credit for this?" Murderface asked suspiciously.
"Designing your album cover?" Ganesh asked, tracing a finger over the now intricately carved tabletop, which was now a full cover design for a Planet Piss' nonexistent new album.
"Pannetpith," Elias babbled.
"I like how he's included trademark notes," Raziel grinned. Ganesh, squinting through his reading glasses, nodded.
"He misschpelled it," Murderface grumbled.
"Misspelled what?" Sariel asked.
"Planet Pissch! It only hash one 'SCH'!"
"Er, actually, no, it doesn't," Ganesh told him.
"But I'm an exschellent schpeller!" Murderface protested as Knubbler dragged him back towards the studio.
"Are you gonna use the cover?" Raziel asked Sariel.
"I dunno," Sariel sighed. "You think you can learn bass guitar, Boon?"
"Wunsprashun!" Elias chirped, holding up the knife. Sariel grabbed it, and glared at a shrugging Ganesh.
"C'mon guys, art break is over," Raziel said. "We gotta get Sariel back to Fabrizio."
Sariel continued to glower.
"What?" said Ganesh. "We've uncovered a hidden talent."
"We'll talk about this tonight," Sariel told him frostily.
"Will there potentially be a spanking?" Ganesh asked hopefully.
"Cool. We can take Boon tonight," Raziel told them, grabbing the baby and cheerily hoisting him.
"Will that be OK?" Sariel asked.
"Yeah. We've got a ton of boring coffee tables in the east sitting room that need sprucing up," she grinned. And then she grabbed Sariel by his unfinished collar, and they had disappeared before he could start to glare.
