Another X-Men-Disney mash-up, and this time, a certain industrialist is the hero.
Disclaimer: Mickey's Christmas Carol belongs to Walt Disney, and X-Men Evolution belongs to Warner Brothers, and the characters from that and any other Marvel character I use belongs to Marvel Comics and Stan Lee.
Scott's Christmas Carol
Chapter 1: Wade's Ghost
In New York City, on Christmas Eve, the stingiest man in town, Erik Lehnsherr, walked down the street. There was no Christmas cheer in his heart though. Erik hated the whole idea of Christmas. As he walked, he passed a homeless man as he outstretched his hand.
"Give a penny for the poor sir." The man said. "Penny for the poor."
"Bah." Erik said simply before continuing to his counting house, Lehnsherr & Wilson. Erik never bothered to paint out Wade's name.
"My partner Wade Wilson." Erik said calmly. "Dead seven years today. He was a good businessman. He robbed from the widows and swindled the poor."
Erik looked at the sign and smirked.
"In his will he left me enough money for his tombstone, and I had him buried at sea." Erik chuckled to himself.
()()()()()
Inside the store, Erik's bookman, Scott Summers, was about to put a thing of coal in the fire while Erik was out when he came in.
"Oh… Uh…" Scott said nervously. "Good morning Mr. Lehnsherr."
"Summers, what are you doing with that piece of coal?!" Erik asked angrily.
"I was just trying to thaw out the ink, sir." Scott said timidly as he pointed to the ice covered ink quill.
"You used a piece last week!" Erik snapped as he grabbed the coal and tossed it in a bucket. "Now get on with your work, Summers!"
"Speaking of work Mr. Lehnsherr tomorrow is Christmas, and I was wondering if I could have… Half the day off?"
"Christmas." Erik spat angrily as he thought. "Mm… Oh, I suppose so, but I'll dock you half a day's pay. Now let's see… I pay you two dollars a day."
"Uh, two dollars and a quarter, sir." Scott corrected.
"Oh right." Erik said. "I gave you that raise three years ago."
"Yes sir." Scott said. "When I started doing your laundry."
"Alright Summers, get busy while I go over my books, oh and I've got another bundle of shirts for you." Erik said as he tossed a moderately large laundry bag at Scott.
"Yes sir." Scott said quickly.
Erik then sat down and went over his notes as a large amount of money sat in front of him.
"Now let's see…" Erik mused. "One hundred and twelve dollars from Octavious, plus his eighty-percent interest, compounded daily…"
Erik laughed as he played a little with a few coins.
"Money, money, money."
Then the door opened, and Erik's nephew and only living relative, Kurt came in.
"Merry Christmas!" Kurt called out.
"And a merry Christmas to you, Kurt." Scott said as he took a break from his books to talk to Kurt.
"Bah humbug." Erik muttered.
"Merry Christmas, Uncle Erik!" Kurt called out with a smile.
"What's so merry about it?" Erik asked moodily. "I'll tell you what Christmas is, it's just another work day, and any jackanapes who thinks else should be boiled in his own pudding!"
"Ew." Kurt remarked.
"But sir Christmas is a time for giving." Scott said quickly. "A time to be with one's family."
"I say 'Bah humbug.'" Erik said stubbornly.
"I don't care!" Kurt called out. "I say 'Merry Christmas!'"
"Well said Kurt!" Scott called out as he applauded.
"Summers, what are you doing?!" Erik asked angrily.
"Uh…" Scott said nervously as he stopped clapping. "Just trying to keep my hands warm, sir."
"And what are you doing here, Nephew?" Erik asked testily.
"I've come to give you a reef and invite you to Christmas dinner." Kurt said as he handed Erik the reef.
"Well…" Erik said with a smile. "I suppose you're going to have plump goose with chestnut dressing?"
"Yup." Kurt confirmed.
"And will you have plum pudding and lemon sauce?" Erik continued.
"Oh yeah!" Kurt said with a widening smile.
"And spiced sugar cakes with candied fruit?" Erik finished.
"Yes!" Kurt said excitedly. "Yes! Will you come?"
"Are you insane?" Erik snapped. "You know I can't eat that stuff, now get out!"
"Alright." Kurt said as he put the reef on the door. "Merry Christmas!"
"And a bah humbug to you!" Erik shouted back, but Kurt had already left.
"That Kurt." Scott said with a chuckle. "Always so full of kindness."
"Yeah." Erik said. "He always was a little peculiar." The door opened again. "And stubborn!"
Instead of Kurt, a very well built man was there with a man with black hair with large sideburns walked in.
"Oh, customers." Erik said with an excited smile. "I'll handle this, Summers."
Erik then walked up to the two.
"Yes, what can I do for you two gentlemen?" Erik asked.
"Sir, I'm Hank McCoy, and this is my associate, Logan." Mr. McCoy said. "We are soliciting funds for the impudent and destitute."
"For the what?" Erik asked.
"We're collecting money for the poor." Logan translated.
"Oh…" Erik said. "Well, you do realize that if you give money to the poor, they won't be poor anymore."
"Well that's true." Logan said.
"And if they're not poor anymore, then you won't have to raise money for them anymore." Erik went on, putting on a concerned front.
"Well, I suppose." Mr. McCoy admitted.
"And if you don't have to raise money for them anymore, then you would be out of a job." Erik said as he opened the door, and the two walked out. "Oh please gentlemen, don't ask me to put you out of a job, not on Christmas Eve."
"Oh, we'd never do that, Mr. Lehnsherr." Mr. McCoy said.
"Well then," Erik finished, going back to his normal manner at once. "I suggest you give this to the poor and be gone!"
He tossed the wreath Kurt had given him at Logan who caught it reflexively and slammed the door in their faces.
"What's this world coming to, Summers?" Erik asked as Scott turned to listen. "You work all your life to get money, and people want you to give it away."
()()()()()
As the day came to its end, Scott used a nearby lamp to keep himself warm, which wasn't too easy. He then glanced over at the clock and smiled when he saw that it was only fifteen seconds until quitting time. Finishing up his last sentence, he closed the book and got ready to head home.
"Two minutes fast." Erik remarked as Scott gulped and was about to get back to work when Erik stopped him. "Eh, never mind those two minutes. You can go now."
"Thank you, sir!" Scott said as he hopped down. "You're so kind-"
"Never mind the mushy stuff!" Erik shouted. "Just go, but be here all the earlier the next afternoon!"
"I will!" Scott said excitedly. "I will sir, and a bah hum- I mean, a merry Christmas to you sir!"
Scott then picked up the bag of Erik's shirts and walked off as all Erik said in reply was, "Bah."
()()()()()
At nine at night, Erik closed up the counting house and walked off to his house, which had once belonged to Wade. As Erik unlocked the door, he looked at the knocker just as it turned into Wade Wilson's face. With the burnt face.
"Lehnsherr…" Wade said in an eerie voice.
"Wade Wilson?" Erik asked in shock. "No, that can't be!"
Thinking he was just wearied from a good day's work, he touched the knocker's nose, and exclaimed in a way that frightened Erik so badly, he ran into the house. After catching his breath, he put what had happened off as stress with all the fools he had to deal with that day. He then began to walk upstairs when he heard footsteps coming up behind him. He turned, but no one was there. He went on, and again he heard the footsteps. He turned around again, but still no one was there. He looked down from the stairway, but nothing was there either. He walked on when he heard the footsteps for a third time and turned to see a shadow of a bald man. Erik shouted in shock and terror and rushed to his living room, bolting the door and hiding in his seat.
"Erik Lehnsherr…" Wade's voice called out from the other side of the door.
"GO AWAY!" Erik shouted as a blue-white, transparent version of Wade Wilson walked in. Aside from his usual tuxedo, Wade also wore a long chain with cash boxes and safes attached to it.
"Wade Wil-AHH!" Wade explained as he tripped on a lose rug and ended up landing right next to his chair.
"A bit more hazardous here than I remember. Plus it doesn't help that I'm in Goofy's role." Wade said calmly as he got up and looked at Erik, apparently noticing a look of terror.
"Lehnsherr, don't you recognize me?" Wade asked. "In life I was your partner, Wade Wilson."
Erik hadn't wanted to believe it, but looking at Wade's face, he was forced to, and that actually helped to calm him down a little.
"Wilson, it is you." Erik said as his eyes widened.
"Erik," Wade said as he stood straight up. "Remember when I was alive, I robbed the widows and swindled the poor?"
"Yes, and all on the same day." Erik said with a smile at the memories. "Oh, you had class Wade."
"Yup." Wade said with a smug look before shaking his head. "Wait, no! No! I was wrong, and so as punishment, I'm forced to carry these chains for eternity! … Maybe even longer. With no hope. I'm doomed! Doomed!"
Wade then turned his burnt face to Erik.
"And the same thing will happen to you, Erik Lehnsherr."
"No!" Erik gasped in fear as he recoiled from the chains that were close by his chair. "No it can't! It mustn't! Help me, Wade!"
"Tonight, you will be visited by three spirits." Wade informed Erik. "Listen to them, and do what they say, or your chains will be heavier than mine."
Erik agreed nervously as he turned nervously around.
"Farewell Erik…" Wade called out as he walked back, making sure to be mindful of the rug. "Farewell . . ."
"Wilson!" Erik called out as he remembered something about the stairway. "Watch out for that first-"
There were several loud screams and grunts as Wade Wilson's ghost fell down the stairs.
"Step." Erik finished before going off to bed.
Spooky, huh?