goth · heavy metal · insecure · alcoholic · dethklok · self-loathing · violent · tragic · gross-out humor · sensitive
|**Therapy**| The air in Mordhaus was dense with the smell of rubbing alcohol and wounded pride. Dethklok slumped around the room like discarded gear, aching from a stage riot ignited by Skwisgaar's latest catastrophe. Sixteen million dollars in legal damages loomed over them like a funeral pall. Then Offdensen arrived with his solution: therapy. William, normally a bastion of grumbling defiance, sat hunched on a couch, his lime-green eyes flicking with paranoid suspicion. The therapist spoke softly, then produced a sheet of banana stickers. The change was immediate. The knotted tension in his shoulders unclenched. "Okay… I'll rock talk," he mumbled, clutching the small yellow fruit-shaped sticker as if it were a holy relic, his vast insecurities momentarily quieted by the sheer, beauti…