☆ metalocalypse 1x1

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he was sat at the meeting table, small plushie in his lap as the band stared at him. he was the final voice now.. that wasn’t a good idea.. toki barely knew what was going on half the time. he looked over at skwisgaar, listening to his idea, but, when the rest of the band asked toki.. he just.. repeated what skwisgaar said.
                    the band praised toki for such a ‘amazing idea’, all of them, except for skwisgaar. toki smiled at the others, glancing over at skwisgaar and frowning slightly, his grip on the plushie getting tighter. skwisgaar.. was now in toki’s spot. the spot toki was in for all of his life. being looked over, ignored, teased.. but now, toki was in skwisgaars spot. being praised, complimented, actually listened too.. toki couldn’t process it. neither could skwisgaar.
          the concert was cutting close, and toki was sitting on the couch, guitar in hand. he could practice but.. he just didn’t want too. he was thinking too hard about how skwisgaar barely glanced at him anymore.. how he barely talked.. how he barely wanted to be near toki. oh god it reminded toki of himself before the two of them got together. how he resented skwisgaar for being better than him.. toki needed to talk to him.
                    ”skwisgaars?” toki called out, as he knocked on the blondes door. he slowly opened it, frowning a bit as skwisgaar seemed.. angry that toki was there. ”can wes talks? yous been.. mads at mes.. what’s did.. i do?” he asked, innocence and ignorance in his weak voice.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

he stiffens as toki repeats his idea, only to get all the credit for it.
they all praise him, saying how great of an idea it was. skwisgaar
angrily stands up and goes to his room. none of them even notice
him leave, except for toki, who watches sadly. he can feel tears
start to gather at the corner of his eyes. that's it. it's done. he's
over. his one biggest fear came true; he's not seen as the best
anymore. EVERYTHING he's put in up to this point is pointless.
wasted. the tears in his eyes spill over as he enters his room, slamming
the door behind him. throwing himself onto his bed, the blonde buries
his face into his pillow and lets out a gut-wrenching sob. what.. was
even the point of anything anymore? sniffling, he turns onto his side.
thinking of toki, he feels a bit of anger flare up. toki. this was his fault.
but it still wasn't enough to overpower his sadness. if he was better, if he
was ACTUALLY the best guitarist... this would never have happened.

hearing toki start to talk, he glowers. the guitarist already got everything
he wanted; he's the best now. he's surpassed skwisgaar, according to everyone
else. why can't he just leave him alone? "there's nothings to talks about!"
he yells, trying to hide the fact that he's been crying. to be fair, he controls his
tone fairly well, but the cracks in his voice from how worn out it is betrays him.

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he flinched slightly, whimpering. toki crossed his arms, looking down. "there ams a lots to talks about. snakk til meg vær så snill." he said, squinting. he knew skwisgaar could understand his Norwegian.. and he knew skwisgaar understood that it was serious when toki spoke Norwegian.
                    he took another step foreword, frowning. "what ams wrongs?.. ams you mads that i has the solos? you saids i could haves it.." he said, frowning more. skwisgaar DID say that toki could have the solo.. but.. toki knew that wasn't why skwisgaar was mad.
          "you.. yous mads because the others thinks i ams the best now.. aren't yous?" he asked, a slight bit of hurt in his tone.. he thought skwisgaar would be happy for him? now this just.. felt like how they were before they were together. that.. bottled up resentment coming up. he knew he was going to say something dumb. he just.. didn't know when it would come out.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

skwisgaar sighs, feeling his annoyance rise. why couldn't toki just go away?
"ams not about the solos. it ams nothing!" he's still raising his voice,
but he's not yelling anymore. probably because his voice couldn't handle it...
as toki keeps talking, skwisgaar can feel himself start to cry again. it's so
obvious toki is better than him, even he can notice. there's really no hope for
him. he jumps up off his bed, stomping over to his door and yanking it open.
toki is standing there, clearly unsure of what to do. "lämna. mig. ensam."
he spits the words out, more angry than toki has seen him in a long time.
if toki keeps pushing it, trying to make him talk when he clearly doesn't want to...
there's honestly no telling how he'll react. he's glaring down at the norwegian, lips
curled into a sneer.

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he looked up at skwisgaar, a slight fear in his own eyes. his instinct was to simply duck out the way, and curl up, that's what he did with his father, when he'd get up in his face like that. but.. he stood there.
                    "nows... nows you knows how i've felts.." he spoke, trembling as he inhaled, closing his eyes tightly, preparing for a smack as he spat out his own words, full of fear and resentment. he was surprised when he heard the other stomp off, opening his eyes slowly. what had toki just done?
          he wanted to run away. but.. he knew what happened last time would happen again. he whimpered, trembling as he looked around the blank room. he had to take note of where he was.. he had to know where he is, so he didn't have an episode where he'd think he's back with his parents.
                    WEEKS went by. the two of them didn't look, or talk to each other.. toki spent his time in his room, watching his cartoons, and possibly sobbing into his plushies, asking why this all had to happen.. until.. he looked up, seeing pickles walk in the room, asking something about going out with the band to go roller skating. toki didn't know it was a plan to get the two to make up.. it was smart, though. toki loved skating, and skwisgaar would probably only go for some odd reason. but, pickles didn't leave without talking to toki about what happened..

          
          
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          nathan knocked on skwisgaars door, a small smile on his face. he knew he had to be gentle and nice with skwisgaar.. he was in a horrid mood, and snapped at everyone. he opened the door slowly, coughing into his fist. "hey uh.. so, me and pickles planned this whole uh.. y'know, trip thing. all of us are goin' to the skating rink or whatever it is. and we all want you to go.." he said, staring. he'd probably drag skwisgaar there no matter what, but, he wanted to see if he could at least get the blonde to consent to going.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

he just scoffs, rolling his eyes. "you. it ams always about you nows, ja?" his
voice is cold as he speaks, glaring down at the norwegian. whatever. this conversation
clearly wasn't going anywhere, if you could even call it a conversation. he glares down
at toki, giving him a slight push before storming off. weeks go by, and skwisgaar hasn't
even touched his guitar. because he figures, what's the point? he lost the one thing that
meant everything to him. he's laying on his bed, staring at nothing, when nathan walks
in. hearing him say something about a roller rink, he furrows his eyebrows. he doesn't
even bother sitting up to face the vocalist. "ams not goings. not if tokis ams goings too."
he sounded very sure of himself. nathan has his work cut out for him.

pickles the drummer

pickles knocks on toki's door gently before poking his head, smiling a bit as he let himself
in. "hey, uh... we're all planning a trip. to go roller skating. you wanna come with?"
hearing toki agree, weakly, he nods. but.. something's bothering him. why were they fighting,
anyways? he sits down next to toki, looking over at him. "do you, eh.... wanna talk about it?
whatever's goin' on between you and skwisgaar?"

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he looked over at pickles, frowning. "uhms.. i don'ts.." he looked away. he couldn't even lie. he knew why. "he ams.. not happys that you alls ams payings all this attentions to me." he said, frowning. "he ams thinkings he ams the worst at guitars now.. and thats withouts the guitars he ams nothings.." he mumbled, slowly shoving his face in the plushie he was holding.
                    it was toki's fault. well, that's what toki was believing. 'it's my fault. he hates you. he wants you dead. magnus should've killed you.' that's all that went through his mind. but, this wasn't about him, it was about skwisgaar. he looked up, sniffling. "cans you alls just.. stops payings attentions to me, be means to me.. and gives everythings to skwisgaars..? i wants everythings to be normals.." he said, hugging the plush tighter. it was a simple request but.. a sad one. toki was really willing to give up the thing he'd been chasing all these years.. just for skwisgaar?

          
          

                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          he sighed, walking over to the bed and sitting down. "look.. you gotta talk to him. not now, not at the skating rink, but.. you need to talk to him. bottling up your feelings and acting like this won't make anything better. it'll.. make you feel worse." he said, looking away. he was speaking from experience. nathan always bottled everything, and only resorted to violence when conflict arose.
                    "just.. come with us. pickles will uh. keep toki away. and you can just. stay with me all night. it'll make you feel better.." he offered, looking over at skwisgaar with a kind smile.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

skwisgaar clicks his tongue, still not too keen on the idea. how can he feel any worse when
he already feels like he lost his whole identity? that's what he's thinking. still, though, as
nathan keeps talking... his glare softens ever so slightly. if you weren't paying attention,
you probably wouldn't even notice. seeing nathan try so hard to get him to come.. maybe
it couldn't hurt. he still was NOT talking to toki, though. ..."ja. alrights. i'll come withs
yous."

pickles the drummer

pickles stares at toki, blinking a bit in shock. that's what skwisgaar thought of himself? that...
he's only good for playing the guitar? as toki keeps talking, pickles begins to feel guilty himself.
this was all partially spurred by.. them. they WERE basically the swede; he realizes that now.
but hindsight is 20/20, and there's nothing they can do about it.. other than work on fixing it
in the future. "toki. you gotta talk to him, okay? try to at least make him start to understand
that he's more than a guitarist." he stops for a minute, thinking. he KNOWS skwisgaar; he will not
want to talk. "he won't want to talk. but he won't have to. tell him what he's worth." he
gives toki a slight smile, wrapping one arm around him and pulling him into his side. "cheer up.
all this will be behind us soon."

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he nodded, smiling a bit. "i'll tells hims how much hes ams worths.. how much he am nots just a guitarist.. how much he means to me.." he said, determination sparkling in his eyes as he hugged the plush tightly, imagining it was skwisgaar.
                    he slowly stood up, grabbing clothes. he grabbed some of his shorts, the ones he wears when skating, and a pink tank top. he threw them on quickly, looking over at pickles. "alrights.. ams ready to gos. i can'ts waits to tells hims everythings.." he said, smiling more.

          
          
                      

                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
                 

          he gave skwisgaar a pat on the leg, a reassuring pat. "great. now uh.. hurry and get ready. i'll be outside your door.." he said, standing. he wasn't gonna leave skwisgaars side, until pickles gave him the sign to back away, and let the two lovers talk.
                    he looked up at the taller man once he walked out of his room, slowly walking out of the hallway with him, and to the bike nathan usually drove the band in. he quickly hopped in, chuckling at the teasing murderface was doing towards toki and his outfit. maybe the band needed this.. a night together, just to hang out. they never got to do anything like this much anymore.. it sucked.
          once they arrived, toki was the first to run into the building, grabbing his skates and dragging pickles onto the rink. and nathan stood right next to skwisgaar. "you wanna skate? or uh, do you just wanna watch or something." he asked, glancing at the other male with a raised brow.

     

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

he only nods, beginning to get dressed. it's nothing special, just his normal
outfit. he wasn't planning on skating anyways. he still didn't really want
to go, but... he'd deal with it. if only to not make nathan upset. as they arrive,
skwisgaar immediately heads for the sides. he was not going to skate, he didn't
know how. "ams.. just goings to watch." he wasn't even watching, though,
not really. the blonde was more just.. daydreaming.

pickles the drummer

reaching skating rink, pickles turns to toki, ready to ask what he wants to do, but
he gets cut off as toki pulls him over to the rink. they skate for a bit, but pickles
isn't the best at it. he does fall a few times, and toki had to help him up, but it was
fun. more fun than they've had in a while, honestly. the drummer looks over at the
brunette, raising an eyebrow. "you wanna.. try talking to skwisgaar?" luckily,
the place is mostly empty, besides a few other people. so even if they get loud, it
won't be too big of a deal.