The Mordhaus Metal Maid

Deep within the bowels of Mordhaus, I was sitting in my room, working on Nathan's room inventory before bed. I yawned and stretched, glancing at the clock wearily. It was already 1:35am, I noted with shock, quickly jotting down the last thing Nathan wanted off the list he had left for me [Double-Stuffed Oreos]. Shaking my head in amusement at his cuteness, I closed the inventory notebook and got up to get ready for bed. Then my Dethphone started ringing loudly, since I forgot to turn it off for the night, "You're here because you're one of us. We are the strength, we are soldiers...." I quickly picked it up, worried about my lord since he had been absent for quite awhile, "Hello?" With shock, I heard the dulcet tones of Dethklok's placid yet ever militant manager, Charles Foster Ofdensen on the other line, "#6982, you are to report to the Rec Room, ASAP." I blinked, "M...may I ask why, sir??" I heard a sigh on the other line and envisioned the CFO pushing his glasses up and pinching the bridge of his nose, "Yes, well...ah..it seems as though Nathan attempted to sneak some of Toki's candy from his room again and well....this time, Toki apparently booby-trapped his candy bowl with an industrial sized rat trap. He ah...will not let me remove it from his hand." I quickly stifled a laugh, "Of course, sir, I will report to the Rec Room at once." Charles cleared his throat roughly, "Good, out." With that, the CFO hung up, I sighed lightly in both amusement and exasperation before departing for the Rec Room.

Upon entering the Rec Room, I had to again stifle a laugh. Nathan was fidgeting around on the couch, waving his hand with the rat trap still attached to it around, roaring out in pain and anger to Charles, "Goddamn, fuckin....guitarist!! Fuckin...who does that...shit anyways???!?! Seriously???" Charles was just standing there beside the singer, rubbing at his temple, "Nathan...how many times have we discussed your candy sneaking habit?? Why didn't you just ask #6982 to write it down for you? Since she's right here...she could've got you some instead of....oh, nevermind." Nathan snapped his head up, looking right at me, bright green eyes watering in silent pain, "Fuck, MM...get this...goddamn thing...off me....FUCK!!!!" I nodded quickly, "Yes, my lord!!" Hurrying over to the agitated singer, I gently pried the huge rat trap off his now swollen hand. Nathan sighed roughly in relief, growling softly, "...Yeah...uhh...thanks...um...write candy down too...ya know..." With that, I was rewarded with a light kiss to the forehead before following him back to our rooms for the night. After a quick phone call when I got back to my room, couple hours later, I was about to get ready for bed. However, before I did, I pulled out from my nightstand drawer, the customized candy bowl I had ordered from the kitchens earlier as a surprise for my lord. It was ceramic black with flames and skulls decorating it, overfilled with various kinds of candy. The tag hanging from it this time said, "Nathan Candy, Touch It And DIE!!!"

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