Metal Caretaker
Chapter 1
Summary:
Reader is hired by Charles as the caretaker of the boys after the apocalypse.
!WARNINGS!
ADULT LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, IMPLIED NSFW
Minors DNI
18+
Chapter Two
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Charles knew that the band still dreamt of the apocalypse. He knew they were still dealing with the outcome of it, the loss and pain.
Many nights, William woke up screaming, remembering Dick and his final moments. His sacrifice for what he believed in. The band felt guilt... surprisingly. He knew they tried to hide it behind their usual persona's, playing the entire event off as a minor inconvenience to them. But Charles knew. He wished he could be there for them and support them in the way they needed. But he couldn't. They knew it. He knew it.
Anyone involved with Dethklok was emotionally stunted, and anyone who wasn't would be shunned by the band for being "gay" or "not metal." But Charles knew something had to be done. And it had to happen fast.
The band..... Nathan with his anger issues....Pickles with his addiction. Skwisgaar with his bottling, and William with his deflecting.
Toki....God Toki was probably the one who was hit the hardest. After he had been captured... tortured..... he changed. He started acting as a child, lost in a world he wasn't familiar with. He got hurt the worst when he found out the band played his disappearance out as unimportant, they never spoke of him....tried to forget his missing presence. Played the whole thing off while they went and partied around the world, doing anything and everything to forget Toki even existed.
Toki tried to understand. He probably would have hidden from the pain, too, if it had been one of his band mates. But it still hurt. He would watch on repeat videos of concerts with the fans yelling out Toki's name, demanding him come back. All while his bandmates ignored and deflected the situation.
Charles knew it was time to get the boys' help. They needed something or someone. Time was ticking, and emotions were starting to bubble over. He couldn't do his normal methods and force them to speak to a therapist, especially with what happened to Twinkletits. He had to take another approach.
Something they couldn't refuse or run from.
*Y/N POV*
I sighed, reading the file Charles provided to me. This was a big job. Larger than any other job I had done in the past.
Normally, I was working with children, and I excelled in providing care for children who just lost themselves in the system....to the world. This was nothing like what I was used to. Five grown men were going to be tough, especially five grown men who happened to be the Dethklok band.
Standing I walked to the door and opened to reveal Charles. He had allowed me to view the files before I had to meet the band. He rushed what normally would have been a couple week long process, but I guess if you are the manager to the most famous death metal band in the world, you can pay for just about anything to happen instantly.
Charles stood, walking to me before entering the door.
'I, uh, presume these files provided all the information needed for you Miss L/N?"
Charles stood stiffly examining my features waiting for me to reject this job and run as far as I could.
"Yes, Mr. Offendsen. These files were wonderfully put together. I assume now it is time for me to meet the band?"
Charles blinked in surprise but quickly straightened out. He nodded and straightened his posture before extending a hand.
"Of course, uh, please follow me."
We walked out of the large conference room. The large corridors with hundreds of rooms decorated with torches, creating a dark ambiance. The shadows flickering and the Klokateers tumbling around as they slave away for the band.
"You will, uh, receive a room in the main wing of Mordhaus. The same wing as the band members. You read the expectations of this job, so you will, uh, understand your placement"
I nodded,
"Yes, Sir. I understand "
He curtly nodded, and we continued on. Small talk did not seem to be of interest to Charles. He presented with a stiff, uncomfortable vibe. He appeared to be an emotionally cut-off man, too occupied with work and the band to be bothered with anything but.
We approached large doors, yelling heard from beyond them.
Charles sighed,
"My, uh, apologies for them, Miss L/N"
Klokateer's stationed outside the doors, grabbed the large handles, and pulled the large (and most likely extremely heavy) doors. Charles stepped in first, straightened his suit jacket, and calmly approached the band.
They went silent, looking at me with curiosity.
"Boys. This is Miss L/N. She will be your new caretaker"
Oh boy
All hell broke loose
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Thanks for reading. Give me input. May or may not continue. Depends if anyone likes this enough.
-Newt
