Life's a... / Dethchains /About: Pickles thinks about his life.
Slash: Onesided Pickles/Charles, Onesided Charles/Toki, and Skwisgaar/Toki. Mention Of Skwisgaar/Pickles.
Rated: 16+
Disclaimer: I only own Metalocalypse in my dreams.
Name of story: Life's a bitch
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Life was a bitch, if anything Pickles the drummer knew this one thing to be true.
He was siting in his comfy-chair, alone in his room. ...Well alone excepet for his good friend Mister liquor. The only way to make the horriable thoughts of what was happening in real life seem like a less brutal blow? Get smashed.
Charles ignored Pickles for Toki, who ignored Charles for Skwisgaar, who ignored Toki for anything with legs...including Pickles. Sure, Toki and Skwisgaar were ' together ', but that really didn't meen much when every drooling fan claimed to have bumbed the blonde at least four times, with most of them telling the truth. / No way life can be this fucked up man. It's sucks/
Pickles gave the bottle in his hand a lop-sided grin and started to chug it. As he continued drinking the world begain to blur and the meenings of life sneered at him like an unruely demon.
/ Fuck this shit man! This isn't the way things were ment to happen! I shouldn't give a damn about Charles. Bulltes, Candynose, and Tony should still be alive. Skwisgaar should be able to keep his dick in his pants. And most of all Dr. Rockzo should be shot. / He wasn't sure how the last one figured in, but he really wanted it to happen.
/ I just wish everything was better. / ...But nothing happend. No mystic fairy godmother waved her wand, No genie proclaimed ' your wish is my command '. Pickles growled at himself. / Yeah right ya douche-bag, this is the real fuckin' world. /
He glanced at the empty bottles collected at his ankles, his gaze slowly ebbing higher to his mantle, where a picture of the old happy Dethklok smiled.. / Yep, life's a bitch. /
