Knubbler's Revenge

Knubbler was feeling more than a little dirty after his encounter with Pickles. After a nice hot shower, he was more than ready for the next round. He made his way from his quarters through Mordhaus to find Skwisgaar. Knubbler was a predator stalking his prey. He cast an eerie shadow in the dimly lit halls, with the only brightness in the halls being his robotic eyes. And they were glowing red.

If Skwisgaar was not in his room, then Knubbler would find him, unless he ran into someone else first. Knubbler rounded the corner near the band’s rooms and stopped outside of Skwisgaar’s room. He paused for a second and then knocked on the door. At first he heard nothing, so he knocked again, harder. “I’s comings you dildo,” Skwisgaar said as he got up from his bed, leaving his guitar sitting on the plush fur blanket. ‘It betters not bes stupid little Toki,’ Skwisgaar thought to himself, annoyed at having been disturbed. When he opened the door though, it was Knubbler who greeted him.

“Knubblers, whats is goings on?” Skwisgaar said, surprised to find him standing outside his door. Knubbler had never come to any of their rooms before. Skwisgaar noticed that Knubbler’s eyes were not their usual friendly green, and had instead turned a dangerous red. Skwisgaar felt his stomach lurch. “Mind if I come in,” Knubbler said, his thin mouth forming a frown. “Uh, ja sures, comes in” Skwisgaar said. Knubbler walked inside Skwisgaar’s room, barely noticing anything but the guitarist himself.

“I thought your playing today wasn’t up to your usual standards,” Knubbler said, not caring whether it was true or not, he just wanted to piss Skwisgaar off because he knew how delicate his ego was. “Pfft, what you knows abouts my guitars playing Dick,” Skwisgaar said. Skwisgaar sneered at Knubbler, which made him angry. “I’ve been around a hell of a lot longer than you have and I know a thing or two about music,” Knubbler said, his voice going dangerously low. Skwisgaar really knew he should stop while he was ahead, but he decided to push a little further.

“Ja, that’s is because you’ve been arounds as longs as the dinosaurs,” Skwisgaar said, putting his hands on his hips and curling his lip up in an egotistical sneer. Knubbler looked like he was about ready to explode. “Dildo,” Skwisgaar said, knowing that it was pissing Knubbler off. That’s when Knubbler lunged for Skwisgaar, slapping him hard across the face, surprising Skwisgaar so much that he fell back onto his bed. For the first time in a long time, Skwisgaar was scared. The look on Knubbler’s face was enough to scare anyone.

“Ow, whats de hells Knubbler?” Skwisgaar looked up at Knubbler. There was something else in his expression that made Skwisgaar’s face go deathly pale. He got up to make a run for it but Knubbler caught him by the arm and around the waist. “Agh, Odin, gets off ofs me!” Skwisgaar yelled, trying his best to get out of Knubbler’s grasp, but for a man as thin as Knubbler was, he was surprisingly strong.

Knubbler wrestled Skwisgaar back to his bed, pinning the Swede underneath him. Knubbler, Dethklok’s producer, was leering over Skwisgaar like he was a piece of meat. “See what a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into,” Knubbler cackled as he smiled. He lowered his face so that his mouth was right over Skwisgaar’s ear.

“I didn’t really mean what I said about your playing, I was just upset over what happened,” Knubbler whispered. Skwisgaar shuddered involuntarily, feeling Knubbler’s hot breathe tickling his sensitive skin. “It really is a shame you all fight so much,” Knubbler continued, letting his lips barely graze Skwisgaar’s skin. Skwisgaar felt his body flush and he stifled a moan, swallowing hard instead.

This was Knubbler, their wacko producer with robot eyes, so why was Skwisgaar getting more and more turned on?