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Skwistok 7 or 41 I think would be interesting 🤭

Hell yes I wanted to do 7 for these two

7. (Kiss) to shut them up

It was just another morning, Skwisgaar was peacefully fretting in his room and looking at the wolves prance around the snow, his mind a whirlwind of irrelevant thoughts that didn't last more than 5 seconds each. Suddenly, the door was violently slammed open, startling him.

He turned around to see an angry Toki standing at the doorframe, arms crossed and a deep crease between his brows. Before Skwisgaar could ask what was it, Toki pointed a finger at him accusingly.

"Yous lyins to Toki!" He said, like it was a matter of fact.

Skwisgaar had been on a really long string and he didn't want to stop now, so he kept fretting as he asked, "Whats?"

"You-You says we were eggsclusives and yous still seeings sluts!" It was as his face was reddening with each word, body trembling from anger. "You liars!"

Skwisgaar was pretty sure he had never used that word to define them, too much unnecessary weight to it, but he had not sleeping with people that weren't Toki in a long time, either.

At least not that he could remember.

"Eugh, ams not seeing any sluts." He countered.

"Not trues! Moidaface says he saws you searching for gmilfs online!"

"I was deleting my gmilfs folders- waits a minute, Moidaface?" He felt his fingers hit a wrong note, though he continued playing.

"Ja, he says yous cheatings on me!"

Skwisgaar narrowed his eyes, his playing hastening to reflect his emotional state. "And you believes him. Moidaface."

"Wells, he ams mine friends and cares abouts me!" Toki shouted from across the room. "Unlikes you!"

"He loves makings de dramas Toki. For de laughs." Skwisgaar shook his head. "He ams totallies prankinks you."

Toki blinked in dismay and Skwisgaar could tell he had become aware of his idiocy. Yet, his stubbornness could more and he glared at Skwisgaar like he was real the culprit. "Thats nots true!"

"Ja, it is." Skwisgaar rolled his eyes. "Now gets in here insteads of yellingks likes a dildo."

"I-I hates you!" Toki stammered angrily, walking in Skwisgaar's direction.

As en exercise, Skwisgaar tried to match his playing to Toki's pace. "Okays."

"I hates you a lots!" Toki claimed, still getting closer.

"Shores."

"And I donts likes you no mores!"

Skwisgaar smirked. "I thinks you gots it backsways."

Toki stood in front of him, trying to appear imposing. Shimmery eyes were looking up at him, trembling lips pressed together. "You donts even likes Toki."

"Heugh, whos lyingks now?"

"Yous!" Toki swayed forward dangerously. "You wonts even stops pla-"

Skwisgaar grabbed him by the shoulders, watching the way Toki seemed to lost track of his words.

"W-Whats ams you-"

Unresponsively, Skwisgaar moved Toki to the side, so that his back was to the wall and his front facing Skwisgaar. "Dats betters." He nodded to himself.

Irate, Toki tried to shove him away but Skwisgaar caught his wrist in the air with one hand, the other supporting his weight against the wall as he leaned in to lock their lips together.

Toki whined against Skwisgaar's mouth but lowered his arm, allowing for Skwisgaar to press him against the wall. Satisfied, Skwisgaar messed with him some more before pulling back, the way an artist would to look at his work.

Like a deer in the headlights, Toki's face was flushed pink for an entirely different reason, his lips semi-parted as if they were missing Skwisgaar's. And his gaze was somewhere far, far away from Mordhaus.

"You knows you can acks me to seduscke you normallies, rights?" Skwisgaar said, removing the guitar off himself. "Or if you wants roleplays, I'm downs with dats, too."

It took a few seconds, but eventually Toki recovered his motor skills. Instead of yapping back, he frowned, arms wrapping around Skwisgaar instead. "I gets scares you gets boreds wif me..." He confessed.

"Pfft." Skwisgaar gently rubbed the top of Toki's head. "Dats imposskibles. Yous too impredictables."

Toki laughed softly. "Goods..."

"Hm..." Skwisgaar glanced at the ceiling. "Does you wants to pranks Moidaface backs?"

"Ja."

Skwisgaar smiled. "I has an ideas."

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My friends @mirrorshards and @triplefaggot are holding me at gunpoint to post this Skwistok fic so here I am, doing that, on my birthday.

If you like Toki being a weird and obsessed Skwisgaarfucker in denial you will like this. :)

Link below:

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skwisface 46?

Ohh, that's a good one!

46. (Kiss) out of envy or jealousy

Murderface tapped his feet with annoyance. It had been, what, two hours? Three hours? Yeah, three hours of this!

Three hours of trying to watch TV, and he just couldn't because two fucking idiots kept mumbling and giggling next to him. Why couldn't they go any other place? Mordhaus was fucking huge, so big that he wasn't even sure how many rooms it actually had. And they decided to be annoying right next to him? When he was just minding his business? Minding his violent news business?

Why was everybody always out to fucking get him?

"Ehem!" Murderface cleared his throat, a distinctive sign for anyone with a shred of class to figure out they needed to quiet down.

A couple of blue eyes laid of him, he could tell. Yet, instead of reading the room, they resumed the chatting moments after.

It wasn't even the good kind of chatting anyway. It was too loud to go unnoticed but too low to understand what they were saying. What was the point of gossiping in the living room if they weren't even going to share?! Dicks!

Murderface side-eyed the guitarists, hoping to cast some kind of divine punishment onto them for the crime of interrupting his leisure time.

Toki was whispering something into Skwisgaar's ear and Skwisgaar laughed, muttering something incomprehensible. They were looking at a magazine though Murderface couldn't tell what it was about from his angle. That only made it more annoying.

What was up with them anyway? Didn't they hate each other or something? Wasn't he Toki's best friend after all? That's what Toki said, it's not like he cared but why get so drunk and emotional about their friendship and then act like Murderface wasn't there just because Skwisgaar existed?!

What was so great about Skwisgaar? Yeah, he was...not bad-looking and he was okay with guitar, so what?! Did that make him better than everyone else? Did that make him superior to the human race? Who did he think he was?! Did he think being attractive gave him a pass to do everything he wanted? To treat Murderface like shit? To steal his best friend?! Well he was going to see!

They were both going to see!

Feeling empowered, Murderface got up and strode towards them. The stupid duo looking up in confusion, which only made him feel better.

"Ha!" He snatched the magazine off Skwisgaar's hands and threw it on Toki's face.

"Aw!" Toki whined from the smack, his face reddened. "Whys you-"

"Eugh!" Skwisgaar flinched when Murderface grabbed him by the cheeks. "Whats the-"

Gracelessly, Murderface smacked their lips together. Skwisgaar did a surprised noise against him while Toki loudly gasped in reaction.

“Heh." He smirked as he wiped his lips. It had lasted less than 3 seconds which officially made it not gay.

Skwisgaar’s jaw had comically dropped, wide eyes gawking at Murderface in disbelief. Total defeat, he observed smugly.

Toki, already red, turned redder and stood up. “And whats the fucks ams your problems?!”

“My problem isch that you guysch wouldn’t schut up scho I had to take the matter into my handsch.” He crossed his arms defiantly.

Skwisgaar was staring at his hands like he had never seen them before, his mouth still open from shock. It almost made Murderface flustered. Was the kiss that good?

Almost, because he wasn't gay.

"Y-You can'ts does thats!" Toki stammered, still mad. "Thats-"

"Schaysch who?" Murderface spat. "He totally liked it!" He pointed at Skwisgaar.

"Huh?" Toki grimaced, then followed Murderface's finger. "Skwisgaar?" He asked, when he saw the guitarist unresponsive.

For some reason, Skwisgaar was laying on the sofa with his eyes closed and hair sprawled all over his face, his body seemingly limp. No matter how many times Toki shook him, he wasn't moving.

"Skwisgaar! Skwisgaar!" Toki sat next to him in a panic. "Oh noes, I think he faints! Helps, Skwisgaars ams dyings!" He yelled at no one in particular and it reminded Murderface of Peanuts.

Satisfied, he left the scene as a couple of Klokateers arrived with a stretcher.

He really was a goddamn good kisser.

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for your drabble kiss thing- skwistok as 17 or 48 🤭

I don't wanna post 2 drabbles in one ask so you're getting 17 for now :3

17. (Kiss) to distract

Toki grumbled against the smooth skin of Skwisgaar's (non existent) bicep. "It ams so nices likes this..."

"Lets me go, Toki." Skwisgaar said, though he sounded amused.

"Noes." Came the muffled reply.

"We both needs to gets up."

Toki shook his head in refusal.

Skwisgaar sighed. "Tokes..."

"Just a bits more!" Toki raised his head, displaying big puppy eyes at Skwisgaar. "Just a bits!"

"Eugh..."

Before Skwisgaar even said anything, Toki buried his face in the pale white chest. Skwisgaar was so skinny and yet so soft in the places that mattered. Face nuzzling against small breasts, Toki mumbled. "Oh, thanks you, mercifuls gods..."

"Dat betters be addreskeds to mes."

Toki didn't reply, just surrounded Skwisgaar's waist in a tight hug while humming. He could stay forever like this, their bodies pressed together in warm silence. Nothing else was needed. This was his happy place.

It hadn't been nearly enough time when he felt Skwisgaar move again. "Okej, let's goes."

"Noooo!" Toki kicked his feet in despair.

Skwisgaar was chuckling now. "You ams actingks likes a childrens whats cants stay at the candies store."

"Thats exactlies what it ams likes!" Toki pouted. "Ams at de best stores in de woilds and de owners kicks me outs..."

"Ams not kickings you outs..." Skwisgaar placed a hand on top of Toki's head fondly. "We just gots to practis-"

"Ahhh!!!" Toki covered his ears. "Stops sayins that woirds! Stops!"

"Alrights-" When Skwisgaar attempted to rip Toki away from him, the latter just grabbed his wrists instead. With a quick movement, he was pining Skwisgaar down on the sofa.

Toki was pleased by the surprise on his expression. "Cant's goes anywhere nows."

Skwisgaar's eyelids covered about half of his eyes. "You knows de bands ams waitingks for us, ja?"

He didn't enjoy Skwisgaar mentioning other people when it was just the two of them right now. "Wells, dey ams gonna has to keep waitings."

"Tok-" The word got stuck in Skwisgaar's throat when Toki pressed their lips together. It only took him an instant before he was reciprocating and they awkwardly rolled on the sofa.

It was a mess of limbs and strands of hair as they made out. Toki massaged Skwisgaar's neck to relax him while his other hand caressed his bony side. Any reluctance Skwisgaar had left melted away with Toki's gently touch and he laid his weight on top of Toki to hold him closer.

Cheekily, Toki toyed with the waistband of Skwisgaar's already undone pants to test his reaction. The following grind seemed to be a response on its own, but before Toki got to shove his hand inside-

"Stops!" Skwisgaar abruptly broke it off, his brow furrowed. "I gotsa goes!" Adjusting his pants, he sat up.

Toki groaned, dropping his arms in the armrest. "Yous still on thats..."

Disapprovingly, Skwisgaar finished buttoning up his pants and got on his feet. "Well, ams you comingks?"

Wordlessly, Toki pursed his lips.

"Whats?"

"Only if you gives me a littol kiss." Toki said, still pouting.

"Seriouslies?"

"Mhm."

"Eugh." Skwisgaar rolled his eyes but leaned down to have their mouths meet. When their lips were about to graze each other, he pulled back. "Kiddings. Ams not fallings for dat agains."

"Whats?!" Toki's eyes opened at once to see Skwisgaar walking away. "Skwisgaar!"

"Heugheugh...guess you gotsa comes to practisce now, heugh?" Skwisgaar said before disappearing through the door.

Angrily, Toki got up to follow him.

There was only so many times he could distract Skwisgaar from practice.

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skwistok for 35 (to gain something 😏)

Good number for Skwistok it seems >:)

35. (Kiss) to gain something

"Yous drivingks me insane, Tokes!"

"Whys? Whys?" Toki took strides from one side of the room to the other, like an enraged bull. The rest of the band watched from the comfort of the couch, but knew better than to intervene.

This was almost like a mating ritual between the guitarists.

Almost.

"Just plays whats I wrotes!"

"Why cants Toki makes a suggestions?!" Toki countered, placing his hands on his hips petulantly.

"Because it su-" Skwisgaar cut himself just in time. He was supposed to be nicer. He was supposed to be nicer. Wearily, he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Because dis amsnt de plans, okej?"

"Yous plans ams dildos, then."

"Yous dild-" Skwisgaar cut himself off again, this time to greater effort. Why was Toki one of the most insufferable people in the entirety of the universe? "Eugh, I can't do this."

As soon as he turned his back to Toki, he heard him again.

"Whats?" The rhythm guitarist sounded confused. "Yous leavin?"

"Ja."

"Whys?"

"I don't wants to fights." Skwisgaar said between gritted teeth. This whole 'be nice to Toki' phase had been going for way too long and Toki was becoming more and more spoiled. Then again, he couldn't really bring himself to break it either.

Not after they barely survived the end of the world, anyway.

"Cowards."

There was some muffled noises coming from the direction of the couch, but Skwisgaar chose to ignore them.

Slowly, he turned around to find a smug Toki looking down at him. "What did you says?" He asked in a low voice.

Toki cracked a grin. "Whats the matters, Skwisgaar?" He stuck his thumbs in his armpit and waved his arms in the manner of wings. "Yous chickens?"

"Play nice, Toki." Pickles reminded him in a condescending tone. Skwisgaar ignored that too.

Menacingly, he gave long steps in Toki's direction, until his shadow was marginally covering the idiot's face. "Takes it back."

Far away from being intimidated, Toki seemed even more entertained than before. "Noes."

"Takes it backs."

"Or whats?" Toki lifted his chin defiantly.

"Or..." Skwisgaar tried to come up with something. Kicked from the band? Too harsh. Will never get lines again? Blatant lie. The guitar God will take away your powers? Toki was too old to believe in fables anymore.

Sensing his uncertainty, Toki drew himself closer to Skwisgaar. "You can'ts punish Toki." He whispered with a smile.

Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow. "And why ams dats?"

Hidden in a curtain of golden hair, Toki's eyes seemed to glow in the dark. He mouthed something that Skwisgaar couldn't hear.

"Whats?"

It was like a flash. Toki moved forward, stood on his tiptoes to reach Skwisgaar and gave him a peck. Before Skwisgaar could process anything, though, Toki had already pulled away.

Eyes widening, Skwisgaar covered his mouth. "T-Toki!"

"Hah! I wins!" Toki skipped in delight.

"No, you don'ts!" Skwisgaar wiped his mouth furiously. "I tolds you not to does that in publicks!"

"You blush, you lose!" Toki played dissonant notes on his guitar. "Blushins loser!"

"Ams not- I didn'ts blush!" Skwisgaar said, ignoring his heated cheeks.

"Nuh, you tahtally did, Skwisgaar." Pickles chimed in.

"Yeah, Skwisgaar, you're red." Nathan agreed.

"Like a total homo." Murderface finished.

"Everyone shuts up!" Skwisgaar glared at his bandmates. "And why ams I de homos when Toki dids it?"

There were incomprehensible murmurs in response and Skwisgaar felt his patience almost reach zero. Toki was back in his spot, playing that horrible melody Skwisgaar had been trying to shut down.

"Toki!"

"Whats?" Toki batted his eyelashes at him, his fingers still focused on the strings.

If he refused Toki again, who knows what he would do next. Skwisgaar sighed. "Fines."

"Yay!"

While his bandmates mumbled about him like he wasn't there, Skwisgaar sat on the amp and watched Toki play, eventually correcting him here or there.

He really did shoot himself in the foot by letting Toki hold some leverage over him. Toki was a dirty player and a total cheater, always had been.

Skwisgaar rubbed his nose, and suddenly understood what Toki had meant to say earlier.

Because you likes Toki.

He furrowed his brows in annoyance, arms draping over his chest, attempting to order his brain not to make his skin flush again.

Fucking idiot.

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Commissioned @hellyeahskwisgaar to draw idol otaku Toki and idol Skwisgaar! Toki is his biggest fan as always🤍

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First Skwistok fic of the year is up!

For my friend @kyugintsu, based on a dream she had about Skwisgaar and Toki way just from seeing my ramblings about them.

Hope you enjoy this, Ana! I'm so happy we ended up watching Metalocalypse together 💚💚💚

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First Skwistok fic of the year is up!

For my friend @kyugintsu, based on a dream she had about Skwisgaar and Toki way just from seeing my ramblings about them.

Hope you enjoy this, Ana! I'm so happy we ended up watching Metalocalypse together 💚💚💚

Link

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Basu told me to draw a Toki and i did and she laughed and said he looks like Morty and now im forever offended

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Schounds like they're a bunch of douchebags.

Have you tried pissching in their drinking fountain?

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They gotta kill that guy 【 METALOCALYPSE + SOUTH PARK 】

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Posting the smut fic I wrote for @triplefaggot’s birthday! 🥳 🎂 Apology scene gone wrong, or something.

Heed the warnings and I hope you enjoy some really weird and silly sex by yours truly.✌️ Explosionface deserves more appreciation!

Link here

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Kloktober 2024 Day 28

Conspiracy theory or propaganda

So today's entry is special because it's possibly my last one unless I managed to do something else in the following days, and because it covers two prompts at once. The aforementioned, obviously, and also the one about OCs.

I already posted about Molly during last year's Kloktober though it's not necessary to check that one to read this. She just...certainly appears here.

“Rivalry turned friendship? Did the long time feud has finally come to an end? Dethklok’s guitarists Skwisgaar Skwigelf and Toki Wartooth were spotted in the Bahamas beaches very cozy with each other!” The Dethklok Minute Host said, as footage of the pair flashed on the screen. In one of the photos, Toki was hugging Skwisgaar from behind, in another, they were holding hands while walking along the shore. 

“In fact, fans are beginning to theorize that there might be something more amongst the musicians!” He continued, as a third picture showed their grainy silhouettes in what seemed to be an intimate moment under an umbrella.

“I’ve known ever since I first saw Dethklok live.” A brunette girl with low ponytails declared on camera. She was wearing a shirt with a badly edited image of Skwisgaar and Toki. “Their energy on stage, the sexual tension…” She giggled, adjusting her steamed glasses. “It’s clear they’re not just bandmates, they are f-”

“I used to dream about them making out during a show or something.” Another girl was shown. She had long black curls and half-lidded eyes. “Or one of them confessing their feelings during an interview, you know? I can’t believe they’re finally together!” She jumped in excitement. “So excited for the next Dethklok concert!” 

“Duh, Skwistok is, like, legendary amongst musician pairs”. A blond girl with short hair declared. “They’re soulmates, it was clearly about time for them to realize that.” She shrugged. “Toki even dated a woman that looks like Skwisgaar!”

“Conspiracy or truth?” The Dethklok Minute Host pointed at this screen. “Are Skwisgaar and Toki exploring something else besides death metal harmonies? Guess we’ll have to find out! Stay tuned for the next Dethklok minu-” The TV was turned off before he managed to finish.

Charles turned with the remote in his hand. “I thought you promised me you’d be careful, boys.”

“Hows was we supposeds to knows about the papapizza was in the beach too?” Toki threw his arms in the air. “You tolds Toki you has reserveds it for us!”

“Well, see, that’s the point.” Charles said. “You’re not safe anywhere from paparazzis. That’s why I told you to be careful.”

“You didn’ts says dats expleaseticivelies!” Skwisgaar countered with an accusing finger. “You didn’t says dats at alls!”

“I did, in fact, I said it, uh, many times.”

“You lies! You lies through yours mouth!”

“I believe the expression you’re looking for is lying through your nose and-”

Toki gasped, covering his mouth. “Yous calling me a liar?”

“I don’t-”

“You calls us liars?” Skwisgaar frowned. “You ams aware dat ams homes of phonics and we cants fires you for dats, rights?”

“Alright.” Charles raised his hands in an attempt to stop the nonsense. “I’m merely trying to protect your privacy like you asked me too, but if you want the press to accost you about your relationship then by all means go ahead.” Without expecting an answer, he left.

“He gots mads.” Skwisgaar said.

“How ams they always know?” Toki was looking at the ceiling. “How can theys know befores us?”

“Whats?”

Toki gazed at Skwisgaar. “The goils. They says they knew we ams in loves since forevers ago. Hows?”

“Eugh, Tokes, de fans ams insane, remembers?”

“Ja, buts…” Toki seemed unconvinced.

Skwisgaar suddenly turned serious. “Wells actuallies, I knows somet’ings abouts dat.”

Toki turned to him, intrigued.

Skwisgaar took a deep breath, like he was about to reveal the most compromising information in the world. “Dey has a special cults whats reunites every fridays nights. Dey gathers in a circles wif a candles and pickstures of us in de middles…” He paused. “And dey prays to…”

“Whats?!” 

Blue eyes bore into him. “Ams you shores yous ready for dis?”

“Yeah! What ams dey prayings for?!”

“Homos sex!” Skwisgaar blurted with a cackle and Toki rolled his eyes.

“Ha has…very funnies, Skwisgaar…ams totallies dyings from laughters…”

“Oh, come ons!” Skwisgaar hugged him by the necks. “What ams you worrieds abouts? They knows nothingks!”

Toki forced a smile. “Ja, yous probably rights…fans ams weirdos…”

“They ams.” Skwisgaar turned on the TV, except this time he was looking for a different channel. “Just delusionals peoples.”

“Ja…”

–

The battered man was dragged by a couple of individuals wearing long, dark cloaks. Their faces darkened, they wordlessly brought the man inside a basement, where many more people in the same attire were reunited. 

“Agh!” The man screamed as he was shoved inside. He was so roughed up he couldn't tell if the light was red or it was the blood in his eyes. “Let me go!” He tried to free himself from the handcuffs to no avail.

One of the cloaked individuals whispered to what seemed to be the leader of the place.

“Bring him to me.” The leader said, in a surprisingly effeminate voice. 

In a flash, the man was tossed into the cold concrete, and the cloaked people gathered around him in a circle. They all held the same book in their hands though he couldn’t see what it was. The leader approached him and they all began chanting incomprehensible words.

“What is this?! Where am I?!” He felt something wet under him and looked down to realize the floor was stained with blood. When he looked up, he saw the leader being handed a guitar that she handled like a weapon. “No!” He tried to escape when she walked closer but he was surrounded by all sides. “Why?!”

The leader’s hood fell on her shoulders, revealing a brunette girl with low ponytails. The light was reflecting on her glasses and didn’t allow him to see her eyes. “Why?” She repeated, still raising the guitar in the air. “Well, for Skwistok.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t take it personal.” She said, completely devoid of expression. “You’re just a sacrifice to preserve Skwistok.” She paused. “So they’re always together.”

“What the hell are you- no, no, no! Wait! No-” The guitar crashed against the man’s head, cracking his skull in half. His torso fell on the floor, lifeless as the chants grew louder.

“Skwistok real! Skwistok real!” The group recited, raising their arms in celebration.

The girl smiled, wiping the blood off her cheek as someone took away the guitar. A new candle was lit and added to the hundreds of candles surrounding the basement.

Outside, a sign on the door read “Skwistok Cult”.

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Day 24: fix them or make them worse

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Kloktober 2024 Day 26

Post-apocalypse or Cyberpunk

Army of the Doomstar is a pretty apocalyptic setting so I had to come up with a different one for this prompt. It's still the end of the world, though more scary, somehow.

At the same time, I wished for Skwisgaar and Toki to have a heart to heart talk before the series ended so this is me doing an attempt at that.

Skwisgaar slowly slid down on the dirty floor, trying to steady his breathing. His arms were wrapped around himself like protective guards against a world that he could no longer recognize. To say he was scared would be an understatement, he wasn’t even sure he’d make it alive. Or, rather, he wasn’t sure how much time he’d be alive. 

In the chaos, amidst the explosions and deafening screams, they had gotten separated. His memory was cut in fragments. At some point they were all together, surrounded by their usual Klokateer guard, getting distracted by ads on a big screen. Suddenly, something fell out of the sky and everything turned white. When Skwisgaar opened his eyes again, he couldn’t recognize where he was anymore. People around him were either motionless or screaming and there was smoke all over the place. A rugged hand pulled from his and he let himself be led away from the chaos.

And here he was, in the remains of what had probably been a school, watching the news in a small, old TV, reporting the same phenomenon happening all over the world. Here was, unsure whether he’d ever seen his friends again or die in some abandoned building.

Alone.

On reflex, he looked for the guitar when he remembered it was broken in pieces when he fell on it. At the time, he could barely register it but now he felt a pang in his chest. Chuckling, Skwisgaar hit the back of his head against the wall in frustration. The world was seemingly falling apart and he was thinking of his guitar like a lost lover.

“Skwisgaar?” 

Toki reluctantly stood in the doorframe, as if unsure whether he was allowed to be there or not. Covered in dust and blood, Skwisgaar wondered if he looked the same. 

“Ams you- how ams you feels?” Toki eventually asked, still awkwardly looming in the entrance of the room. 

“Bads.” Skwisgaar snorted.

“Ja…” Toki swayed a little before coming in. Because Skwisgaar’s reaction wasn’t immediately defensive, Toki felt encouraged and sat down next to him. Watching the reports on TV, he asked. “It really ams…overs nows, huh?” He smiled sadly.

Skwisgaar bit his bottom lip, seeing his homeland in shambles on the small screen. “You seems okeys wif dats.”

Toki stared at him though Skwisgaar didn’t return his gaze. “Ams nots, I…” Slowly, he looked down and held onto his knees.

If the situation were any different, Skwisgaar would’ve joked that at least the world didn’t have to hear Toki’s shitty playing anymore. And it would’ve made Toki angry but it would’ve lightened the situation a little. Right now, however, all of that felt distant and impossible to seize. Even though it had only been a few hours, his old life felt light years away from him. 

“Ams just glads amsnt alones.” Toki finally confessed. Silently, he let his head rest against Skwisgaar’s who, for once, didn’t reject the contact. 

Everything was cold and intimidating except for Toki’s cheek on his shoulder. It formed a knot on Skwisgaar’s throat that, no matter how many times he swallowed, wouldn’t disappear. “Hey, Tokes?”

“Mmh?”

“Ams sorries.”

Toki raised his head. “Whats for?”

“I didnts knows how much you resenteds me…” Skwisgaar said, staring at a hole from which he assumed rats would come from. “I didnts know how much I horts you wif mines…behaviors.” He sighed, his gaze now wandering over the window. The helicopters flew in circles. “I justs…” He hesitated. Amidst the debris and death, did any of that matter?

“Thanks you…” Toki chuckled softly. “And ams sorries too…for wantings to ruins your lives and alls dats…”

“All dats.” Skwisgaar repeated with a snort. 

“Ja.” Toki smiled at him. After a few moments, it faded away from his face. “I just wanteds you to sees me.” He looked down, almost ashamed. “Alls this time…I wanteds you to sees me…”

Skwisgaar waited for him to continue, so when he didn’t, he was disappointed. “Dats its?”

Toki raised both eyebrows. “What you means?”

When Skwisgaar turned to face him, it made him wonder when was the last time they spoke to each other genuinely. “You just…wants me to sees you? Just dats?”

The blue in Toki’s eyes, already usually pale, seemed almost entirely decolored under the gray light. His gaze transfixed Skwisgaar in what felt like the longest seconds of his life before something seemed to click. Though when Toki opened his mouth, there was a loud rumble coming from above. 

They both looked up and it had gone quiet again. Suddenly, there was something that felt like a crash, shaking the foundations of the building. In a matter of seconds, it all started collapsing as cement, wire and wood came apart. A big piece of concrete fell right between them.

“Skwis…” Toki was wide-eyed from panic. The exit was blocked with rocks and falling debris.

And yet, seeing the fear in Toki’s eyes, prompted Skwisgaar to calm down. “Toki…Toki!”

Wordlessly, Toki stared at him while the world was ending right in front of them. 

“Alls sees you dere, okeys?”

Toki smacked his lips together and nodded. “Okays.”

Skwisgaar smiled, Toki being the last thing he saw before everything turned black.