metalocalypse imagines, prefences

daugter scenarios 1

months old to 3 years.

~ muderface ~

first day of school: "daddy !" you squealed when your dad murderface picked you up and held you. it was going to be your first day of pre-k(kindergarten), and murderface was feeling pretty angsty about it. he watched as the other kids entered the school without their parents, and asked, "you don't want to wait a few days before starting school sweetheart?" his voice sounded shaky. "no! i want to go now!" you squirmed in your dads arms until he finally let you down. he held your hand as he walked you to the entrance of the school. "welcome you guys! oh and who's this?" a very nice lady greeted you at the door. murderface introduced himself and you. he got down to your level and gave you a tight hug. "i want you to be good okay? have a good day, love you." he got back up and watched as you ran off into the school, and even shed a few tears knowing a chapter of his life is officially over.

first words:
your dad murderface was double tasking, and brought you to the bands recording session. mom was away doing stuff with her friends, and left murderface to watch you. but he had some other ideas. he decided to bring you to the recording session, and have charles(dethkloks manager) take care of you. you were just a couple months old, and was already getting a hang of what different words meant. charles was cradling you and feeding you your bottle while watching the band record. the band stopped for a while, and charles started talking to the band about money problems. the innocent talking slowly turned into light arguing, and the word "income" kept repeating itself. like a single mother, charles was cradling you with one arm and with the other he was doing hand gestures trying to make a point. "hey careful with my fucking baby you asslick." murderface insulted from across the room. "in.." you babbled. "holy shit" murderface said. he dropped his bass and ran over to you and charles. the rest of the band followed behind murderface and surrounded the both of you. they all waited in silence. "income." you said. the band stared at murderface, then at charles. "you just ruined my daughters first words. you are not a good baby sitter." said murderface and snatched you away from charles' arms and walked out of the room. "great job man. nice." pickles said sarcastically to charles and walked out of the room while the rest of the band followed, leaving charles alone.

time with the band:
it was a normal evening at the mordhause. you were a toddler now and was just beginning to walk. the band was watching tv while you were running around and screaming being a little rascal. pickles' drumset intrigued you the most. you were making the most racket and noise. crashing the symbols, throwing drumsticks. you threw a drumstick so far that it bounced off of nathan's head. nathan got sick of it and said, "hey, control your god damn baby." in your defense, murderface said "she's a baby. she can do what she wants."
"he's right you know. she is a baby and is new to this world." pickles added on. nathan grunted in frustration. seeing nathans frustration amused you, so you threw another one at his head. he grunted again and got up pretending to chase after you. you ran off into a random hallway screaming and laughing. surprisingly, nathan actually started to chase you and play along. he caught up to you and grabbed you in his arms. "i caught youu!" he said. he brought you back to the living room. "here murderface. she's a nice kid." nathan said handing you back to your dad. you got sat in your dads lap and you all watched tv together.

first steps:
graduating from crawling to walking was a big deal for your parents. especially to murderface. he had a smile bigger than when he first laid eyes on you. murderface got home from a stressful day at work, but seeing you walk for the first time make all his stress and worries fade away. you were crawling around on the living room floor. you crawled from the floor, onto your dads leg. he set his beer down and picked you up and kissed your fore head. "keep walking babygirl." he set you back down, and without tripping you walked. you took your first steps without falling down right in front of your dads eyes. he called you back toward him to give you a big hug and kisses.