murdermag! set during doomstar requiem, during the 'partying around the world' phase. tw: torture, everything that happens in doomstar requiem.
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LIGHTNINGHORSE posted 11:46:
>hey i know this forum is capital d DEAD but uh… anyone seen the news about toki wartooth?
METALDEATH492 posted 11:53
>lul what news? i thought he was MIA
LIGHTNINGHORSE posted 11:54
>that's what i mean dickface. where the fuck is he?
MURMURMURMAIDER posted 11:55
>isn't he at some metal retreat in finland? learning the art of troll summoning
BATSFJORDSLUT8 posted 11:55
>i heard he moved back 2 norway 2 become a priest
LIGHTNINGHORSE posted 11:57
>knew it, nobody knows anything except for stupid rumors… u r all so gullible idiots
METALDEATH492 posted 11:58
>NOBODY knows where he is, that's why he's MISSING idiot
C4NN1B4LC0RPS3 posted 00:01
>my band teacher said he's finally recording his solo album. all toki. it's gonna be called "toki is the king" it's going to blow dethklok out of the water :P
BATSFJORDSLUT8 posted 00:03
>LOL ur band teacher is full of shit
C4NN1B4LC0RPS3 posted 00:05
>xD you are so stupid. my band teachers cousin met toki at a wedding once and he told her all about the album. ill show my signed copy to u dildos when he releases it next month o_-
TAMPERINGWITHUREVIDENCE posted 00:09
>i heard hes in hospital cuz a clown tried to murder him
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 00:14
>You're all wrong. Toki's been kidnapped by the terrorist organization known as the Revengencers.
BATSFJORDSLUT8 posted 00:17
>2edgy4me
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 00:20
>He was kidnapped at Roy Cornickleson's funeral, along with Dethklok's new producer, Abigail. He's being held prisoner, waiting to be rescued by Dethklok.
TAMPERINGWITHUREVIDENCE posted 00:21
>pics or it didnt happen
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 00:23
>sickpuppy.jpg
>sickpuppy2.jpg
>sickpuppy3.jpg
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The artificial light of the phone's screen burns into Murderface's eyes. He's aching for need of sleep, aching because he's been staring at this screen for hours, aching because he's two weeks into a bender and plastered to a sofa in a shitty hotel. His fingers move of their own accord. He clicks the link.
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[The first image is almost too dark to discern a figure in-- there's some sort of basement, lit only by a thin sliver of light illuminating something on the floor. A chain. The chain leads to a dark and indeterminate shape on the floor.]
[The second image shows the distinctive shape of an emaciated human body. Tattered funeral clothes. Long brown hair bunched up around a face, arms wrapped protectively around a head. Badly-mended hole in a stomach sunken with hunger.]
[The third image shows half of his face. Only half of it. It's unmistakably him. His eyes are closed. He finally looks like he's at peace.]
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TAMPERINGWITHUREVIDENCE posted 00:27
>holy shit dude
BATSFJORDSLUT8 posted 00:29
>fake
LIGHTNINGHORSE posted 00:29
>is he dead?
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 00:30
>He is alive and well. I have been taking good care of him. I feed him once a day and give him treats when he's been a good boy.
TAMPERINGWITHUREVIDENCE posted 00:32
>this is so fucked up
BATSFJORDSLUT8 posted 00:33
>guys this is so fakety fake fake xD
MURMURMURMAIDER posted 00:34
>o_O
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 00:34
>I can promise that it's not fake.
BATSFJORDSLUT8 posted 00:35
>i can literally see the pixels from your crappy photoshop job dickface…
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 00:36
>sickpuppy.wav
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 00:39
>Oh, I think he's awake. Does anyone have any questions for the elusive Toki Wartooth? He's usually quite media-shy. I wouldn't waste this opportunity.
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He knows he shouldn't click on it. His finger freezes above the screen. In the other room he can hear the soft moans of some woman Skwisgaar's taken to bed, Nathan's thunderous snores. Pickles has been in the kitchen smashing mugs for twenty minutes. He wants them to see him. He wants them to berate him for looking at a fan forum, for thinking about the thing they've all agreed not to think about. He wants them to stop his fat ugly finger from pressing on that link.
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[The camera is shaking. He's awake, there's a glint of white eyes behind one of those long arms. The sound in the video is scratchy, but a soft whimper can be heard above the static. A gnarled hand reaches out, takes one of his shoulders, rolls him from his side onto his back. The hole in his stomach gleams wet and red. His eyes go wide, but he does not resist, does not try to defend himself. He brings his arms around his head. Between those biceps-- the glint of a chain around his neck.]
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LIGHTNINGHORSE posted 00:43
>well that escalated
MURMURMURMAIDER posted 00:44
>WTF
BATFJORDSLUT8 posted 00:45
>pff guys its from some russian horror movie, that doesnt even look like toki, look at the cheekbones
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 00:45
>Ask me to do something to him. You know you want to.
METALDEATH492 posted 00:46
>GUYS. stop feeding this troll. its just some fucked up freak getting off on a weird fantasy
BATSFJORDSLUT8 posted 00:49
>stick your finger in his mouth
MURMURMURMAIDER posted 00:50
>eww lol thats gay
LIGHTNINGHORSE posted 00:51
>wtf happened to my thread lol
METALDEATH492 posted 00:52
>too many horny gay freaks follow this band, its ruining the scene, dethklok made metal gay
BATSFJORDSLUT8 posted 00:53
>your mom made metal gay to me last night
METALDEATH492 posted 00:54
>that doesn't even make sense
LIGHTNINGHORSE posted 00:54
>get a room guys
MURMURMURMAIDER posted 00:55
>i hope tokis okay O_o wtf happened to his chest?
BATSFJORDSLUT8 posted 00:56
>he got stabbed by all that gullible they found in ur moms house
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 00:59
>sickpuppy2.wav
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Murderface knows what he's going to see before he sees it.
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[A long finger, sharp-jointed, a lattice of fine scars criss-crossing the top. Familiar. A pair of thin lips yielding obediently when it parts them. The camera is very close to his face-- his grimy, gaunt face-- in one of his crystal-blue eyes the iris has been ripped open. Sharp teeth close gently around the intruding finger, but then that head turns away, trying to resist the invasion. The video cuts.]
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MURMURMURMAIDER posted 01:01
>uhh guys maybe someone should call the police? this looks legit…
LIGHTNINGHORSE posted 01:01
>what. the. fuck.
BATSFJORDSLUT8 posted 01:02
>hot
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 01:04
>No police.
>If anyone other than Dethklok comes here, I will kill them both.
>Check this out.
>sickpuppy5.jpg
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Murderface recognises the knife pressed to Toki's throat. He is about to do something very stupid.
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[His eyes are closed again, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. The knife digs into the skin just above the metal collar.]
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PLANETPI55 posted 01:06
>Magnus u fuck that's my fucking knife
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 01:12
>Hello, William.
LIGHTNINGHORSE posted 01:13
>this is getting 2 weird 4 me
METALDEATH492 posted 01:14
>wait… @Hammertime1234 ur magnus hammersmith? are u fucking kidding me
PLANETPI55 posted 01:15
>FUCK UUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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>You have one (1) private message request.
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"Murderface," Pickles slurs from the kitchen. "Come help me smash these fuckin' mugs…"
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HAMMERTIME1234 sent 01:18
>Toki says hi, by the way.
>Do you have anything you want to say to him? He misses you very much.
PLANETPI55 sent 01:20
>u r one SICK individual. are u fucking GETTING OFF on this?? u twisted fucking homo
HAMMERTIME1234 sent 01:25
>hellowilliam.wav
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"Murderface…" Pickles stumbles into the living room. He's so drunk he has to cling to the wall to stand. "Get off your phooooooone for once… you're always on that fuckin' internet an' shit…"
Murderface doesn't hear him.
Magnus' face is only half in the screen. He looks bad, really bad-- Murderface knows a manic episode when he sees one-- his eyes are wide and blown, he's shaking, the camera's focus is all over the place. He's doing his best to aim the camera at himself with one hand, while with the other he's trying to scrape Toki off of the floor. Toki, tough-as-nails Toki, is resisting-- curling up on himself, rolling to his side, swatting weakly at Magnus' arms. There's a voice in the background, a woman's voice, 'Magnus, leave him alone, come on…'
"Don't be like that, Toki," Magnus' voice is that soft, manipulative purr he once reserved for Murderface. "Your friend's on the phone. Don't you want to say hi?"
Toki's eyes widen. He turns his head, his body slackens-- Magnus takes the opportunity to slide a hand beneath him. The image blurs with movement, and when it steadies, Toki is in Magnus' lap, his head lulling against Magnus' shoulder, one eye closed, the other half-open. Magnus' face is buried in filthy hair, but his eyes loom perilously white over Toki's head.
Murderface sits up.
"Go on," Magnus murmurs. "Say hi to Murderface."
Toki blinks. He looks confused. His brow draws together. How has he lost so much weight? How long has he been captive?
A woman's voice, off to the side: 'Magnus. You're being a dick!'
"Hi, Moidaface…" Toki says in a thin voice.
The video cuts.
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PLANETPI55 posted 01:42
>nathan should have KILLLD u
>sick fuck
>sick twisted FUCK
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 01:44
>Jealous?
>I'm taking requests all evening.
>I'm running out of ideas. Give me something new to do to him.
PLANETPI55 posted 01:46
>i want NO part in ur twisted homoerotic games
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 01:48
>You're the one making this gay.
>As usual.
>I bet you'd love to see me stab him again.
>If you know what I mean.
PLANETPI55 posted 01:49
>fuck magnus dont
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 01:50
>Then come GET HIM
>This is YOUR fault
>If YOU came to SAVE him none of this would be HAPPENING to him
>YOU are the one doing this William
>I've been thinking about why you haven't come to save him. You know what I think? I think you want this to happen to him. You want to do to him what you did to me. Stabbed in the back and left out in the cold.
>That's why you're looking at this forum. Isn't it? You're getting off to those videos.
>Admit it, Murderface
>Admit it to me
>I'll give you a nice reward if you admit it
PLANETPI55 posted 02:03
>you're one sick bastard u know that?
>kill yourself and i mean it
HAMMERTIME1234 posted 02:12
>giftforwilliam.wav
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Murderface's hands move towards the link without his mind's consent.
Someone else's hand closes over the phone.
Murderface turns around and sees Pickles. Pickles does not look drunk any more; his eyes are wide, his face is ashen, so pale that it's grey. "Dude," Pickles says hollowly, "Don't."
Murderface wrenches his phone away. His finger goes for the link.
"Don't!" Pickles barks, smacking his hand so hard that the phone goes flying. "Don't you dare open dat!"
"Fuck off!" Murderface yells back, slapping Pickles' arm away from him. He jumps off the couch and grabs the phone. The screen glows like fire against the darkness that surrounds them.
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HAMMERTIME1234 posted 02:14
>Just remember that you're doing this
>For every day you don't rescue for him
>For every hour you let him rot here
>That's your hand in the video
>I told him you asked for that one
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Charles is never in his office these days. He's in Mordhaus' control centre, sitting in his dumb glowing chair, and he looks awful. Even through the video link he looks awful. He looks more tired than Murderface has ever seen him, and the red lighting does him no favours. Then again, he seems immaculate next to Pickles, who is sitting next to Murderface and shaking like a less seasoned alcoholic, hugging his bottle of bourbon to his chest as if it's a teddy bear. Compared to those two Murderface can't fathom how bad he must look. He is, after all, the ugly one.
Charles' expression is unreadable as he browses the files Murderface has sent to him. Not a single muscle twitches. Pickles and Murderface sit too close to each other and, as they've always done with all their problems, they wait for him to solve it.
Finally Charles puts the phone down. "Excuse me for a moment," he says. Then he steps out of view of the webcam, and Murderface hears over the speakers the faint sound of someone retching.
When Charles returns he is noticeably paler. "Well," he says, in a strained voice, "The time stamps confirm that Toki is still alive. That's good information to have."
"Dude," Pickles says anxiously, "Can't you like, I dunno, hack the mainframe on these? Use some computer guru wizard shit and find out where he is?"
"Yeah, get that fat virgin on it," says Murderface. "Hack the fuckin' mainframe and find this sick fuck."
Charles pinches his nose. "I have explained the issue to you before," he says patiently.
"So? Hire one of them hacker dudes, I dunno, shit! Shit! He's right there, do something!"
"As Magnus so helpfully reminded you," Charles said, "If anyone other than Dethklok comes for them, he will kill both Toki and Abigail. After seeing these, I would suggest we don't call his bluff."
Murderface knows an expression of disgust when he sees one. Charles is looking right at them and his eyes are pure revulsion. Fuck, our manager finally hates us. They deserve it. The shame is unbearable.
"But-- but--" Pickles' voice has climbed an octave. "He's right there!" he wails, ramming his fist down on the keyboard of Murderface's laptop. "He's right there! We can see him! Why can't you go get him!"
"I'm afraid I can't answer that, Pickles," said Charles in a thin voice. He left unstated the obvious: only you can.
With a wordless cry of despair, Pickles hurls his bottle of bourbon towards the wall. It crashes into one of the doors, and the feminine moans, which have thus far provided an unsettling backdrop to their argument, cease.
"Oh, God," Murderface groans, moments before--
The door slams open. "Will you SHUTS DE FUCKS UP OUT HERE?" Skwisgaar shouts. He hovers in the doorway like a blond, naked wraith, his hair everywhere, his eyes blown wide.
"Will you MIND YOUR FUCKIN' MANNERS?" retorts Pickles. "People are SLEEPING out here, Skwisgaar!"
"Oh fucks you to hell," Skwisgaar snarls.
"And you better not be on dat crystal meth again--"
But the door slams shut. Pickles lets loose a shout that sounds far, far too close to a sob, and without explanation, storms off.
Murderface is left before the judgemental stare of their weary and hateful manager. His phone remains clutched in his hand.
"… Well," says Charles, without patience. "Is this everything you wanted to show me?"
Murderface looks down at his lap, at the phone. He's closed the forum at Pickles' demand but it would only take a few clicks to have it back open. His fingers twitch.
"I'll leave you to it--" Charles begins, moving to cut off the video link.
"Wait," says Murderface. "I, uh."
"… What is it?"
"So you were like… pals, with Magnusch, right? You guys, uh, you palled around."
Charles narrows his eyes.
"I was jusch wondering if he ever… told you a certain schomething about… you know. Him and me."
"We, ah, knew each other before I took on my managerial role," says Charles cautiously. "But he never disclosed anything… personal."
Murderface leans into the laptop; he pushes his fingers hard against the spikes of his phone, until he feels blood welling out of the pads. "Well," he mutters, "Magnusch and I had a… we uh, we kind of had a thing. Y'know."
"Er."
"I'm not schaying it was kind of a gay thing, but… wait, we have manager-client confidenschiality, right? You aren't gonna tell the guys about thisch?"
"I won't tell anyone, but--"
"Cause they might take it the wrong way, y'know, they might be jealousch or somethin'…"
"William, I have work to do, so unless this is--"
"I'm just schayin', I was schpecial to Magnus," says Murderface quietly. There's blood trickling down his knee and he feels like he's at confession, he doesn't want to say this but it's welling out of him anyways. "We just always had schomething. Like Nathan and Pickles, or y'know, Skwisgaar and-- and-- what's-his-face. It's just a little schomethin'… special. Between us. You know?"
"Do you have a point?"
"It should be me down there," Murderface admits.
Charles closes his eyes. "I would advise you not to be too… jealous, of Toki's predicament," he says, voice strained.
"I'm not jealousch," Murderface lies. "I just--"
"Uh-huh."
"I can't schee him again. I can't schee Magnus again."
Charles' face is an unyielding stone. "You've all made that very clear," he says, with no grace, no understanding, not a shred of sympathy. "Good day."
The screen is cut before Murderface can beg him to stay. The dark screen reflects his ugly mug-- his hair dry and filthy, his face bloated from excessive drinking, his eyes puffy. Flabby and cowardly and despicable. Why was he even surprised that Magnus hadn't wanted him?
The phone was still in his hand. He knows he shouldn't do the thing he does next. He opens his browser.
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HAMMERTIME1234 posted 04:23
>Well. I assume you won't reply to me.
>That's too bad.
>I miss you.
>Goodnight, William.
>goodnightwilliam.wav
/
For once Murderface shows an ounce of common sense. He does not open that file.
He finds a bottle of whiskey in the kitchen, lies down beneath the table, and drinks himself into a dreamless sleep.
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