TokiKlok: Toki's Childhood

"You don't haveta meet Mom now if you don't want to," she held his hand. "You're acting awfully strange, Toki."

"Judys, there's someting I not tells you. Abouts my life."

"Awww...you're secretly married, ain't ya?," she babbled. "God, I shoulda known better, how could I--"

"No's! That's not it. I...uhh...didn'ts have a normal childhood," he almost whispers. "My mother and father...ahhh...I means--"

"It's all right, I'm here for you. Just tell me."

He studied her a moment, then twisted around in his seat to face away from her, and pulled his shirt up. "You ever notices these?," he asked. She'd seen the faint scars and marks on his back before, when they would chill in the hot tub and then later when they became more intimate, so she nodded. "My fathers did zis to me. With a traditionals scourge."

Judy gasped, her hand going to her mouth in shock. "Oh, Toki honey," she managed to get out. "I'm very sorry. I didn't know."

"Nobodies does. Reallys nobody business," he turned back to her, eyes down.

"You wanna tell me about it?," she asked him gently.

"Mmm, nopes. Not yets anyway. Hey serving wench!," he calls to a stewardess. "I woulds like more drink, please."




"Nathan," came Katrina's voice, cutting through the soft, comfy blanket of haze surrounding his brain. He was reading a book on hunting accidents in Minnesota, reading glasses perched haphazardly halfway down his nose. "Nathan."

"Hm, yeah?," he finally glanced up to see Katrina standing over him expectantly. She was dressed casually which meant she wasn't following Off around at the moment.

"I'm gonna tell you something, but first you have to promise not to run away."

"Why would I run away?," he asked innocently. He looked rather fatherly with those glasses on and book in hand. Well, in a sort of metal, scruffy way.

"Nathan," she warns. "Just promise."

He sighed, then he promised.

"My son Sam is coming to visit, and he wants to meet you," she announces. "It would be nice if you didn't run away this time."

The singer rolled his emerald eyes and muttered, "Why can't he come when he can play with Judy and Toki?"

"He hung out with Judy last time since you magically vanished," she noted, voice dropping a note or two in aggravation. "I thought you'd like to do boyfriend girlfriend stuff, Mr. Homebody. I like your daughter."

"All right, all right, Jeez," he threw down the book. "See, this is why I didn't have girlfriends," he snorts.

She leaned toward him, showing some cleavage and smirking. "You can get into some shenanigans later. With me," she sat in his lap, wrapping her long arms around his neck.

"Aw, Jeeschie, everytime I walk into a room somebody's makin out or gropin' each other," stated Murderface, who'd wandered into the room.

"Then go fuck off, Murderface."

The frizzy-haired bassist gave him the middle finger. "You don't know me. I go where I want!"

"God, you've been watching those talk shows again, haven't ya?," Nathan asks.

And so, Nathan was sitting in the rec room when Katrina brought a tall, slim ten year old boy with her. He was sporting a red mohawk and a Dethklok t-shirt, and was excited about meeting Nathan Explosion. "Nathan, this is my son Sam. Sam, meet Nathan Explosion."

"Oh wow, hi!," the boy burbles.

"Hi," Nathan responds, eyeballing the kid like he was a new and potentially dangerous new animal.

"Whatcha doin?," Sam asks him.

"Watching some tv. Was checkin out these videos of people in terrible car crashes."

The boy sits beside the big frontman and witnesses a car careening into a police car and wiping out three passersby. "Awesome," Sam said.

This goes on for a few minutes until Murderface pops up again. "Turn it on Jerry Shpringer," he lisps, slouching on the end of the couch. Grumbling, Nathan complies, and cries of "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!," immediately assaulted their ears.

"Holy crap, you're Murderface!," the child with the scarlet mohawk hollers. Katrina smiled and sat in an easy chair.

"Uh, yeah, Captain Obvious," snorted Murderface. "Any other obshervations?"

"Yeah, you're a dick!," Sam replies cheerily.

"Well, that'sh kinda rude. You jusht met me," he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I wanna be a dick like you. You're cool!"

"Huh. Do tell. I shuppose I could teatch you..."

Ofdensen entered the room, making eye contact with Katrina. "Ah, there you are, Katrina. I was looking for you. There's some important things that demand my attention, I was wondering if you could oversee things here for a while."

"Oh, Charles, my son is visiting! Can't it wait?"

"Is that him? Cute kid," Ofdensen snatches a glance at the boy. "I'm sorry, there's so much to do today and I can't be two places at once. Please? You could take the rest of the week off to be with your son."

She sighed. "Oh, all right. I have your word."

"I always keep my word," he said, in his usual poker face. They both knew he'd made it worth her while to abandon her artist's job to work for Dethklok. When she saw the number of zeroes in her check she almost fainted. Sam's college fund was assured, and she needn't ask for money for any reason from her jerk ex-husband.

"Um, Sam, Nathan. I got to go, I'm filling in for Charles for a while. I know, I know," she said at her son's disappointed expression. "But I'll have the rest of the week to spend with you. Hey, you guys take care of him while I'm away. Got it?"

Both men rolled their eyes and agreed.