Waiting

Toki was having a hard time getting over his father’s death and he was on the verge of needing a new liver like Nathan from all of his drinking to try and drown the memories of abuse.

He still went to him, bringing a new bottle of vodka every time.

Murderface was tired of everyone ignoring him and treating him like dirt and he had gone back to stabbing himself.

He still went to him, arms crossed in anger.

Nathan couldn’t find the master record and he needed a new liver again after going on a massive drinking binge that ended with ten dead.

He still went to him, taking away Toki’s half empty bottle of vodka to finish it himself.

Skwisgaar’s back was in risk of breaking from the Swede constantly trying to suck his own dick.

He still limped to him.

Twinkletits’ arms were malfunctioning and no one knew how to fix them.

He still went to him, his arms occasionally flailing about.

Knubbler’s teeth were being ground to dust from all of the speed he was doing on a regular basis.

He couldn’t sit down, but he still went to him.

Jean-Pierre’s fingers were falling off at an alarming rate and soon they would not be able to be sewn back together again.

He shambled over to him when he could.

Dr. Rockso had overdosed again on his beloved cocaine.

His whereabouts are unknown.

There were Klokateers starting to desert and raid the remains of Mordhaus without mercy.

Those who were loyal guarded him.

The masked man…he got away again.

He would be back. When the time was right and he was ready he would be back to finish the job this time!

And Pickles sat by Charles’ side, holding his hand and telling him how their great metal empire was crumbling around them.

He never left him.

Charles lay in a coma, waiting.

Waiting to be allowed to wake up.