Angela: Hello, and welcome to our production of: A Christmas Carol.
Ari: Here's the cast list:
Chase Young as Ebenezer Scrooge
Jack Spicer as Jacob Marly
Arietta (ME) as the Ghost of Christmas Past
Angela (The Authoress) as the Ghost of Christmas Present
Surprise Character as The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come (Those of you who've read my other fic, Random Llama, will probably know who it is)
Those are all the Characters you really need to know, we'll squeeze everyone in somehow.
Me: SHUT UP!!!! CUE THE LIGHTS!!!! And on with the story!!!
It was a wonderfully cold and snowy day at the Xiaolin Temple. Snow drifted down in big puffs, adding to the already immense snowdrifts. Kimiko and Raimundo were walking arm-in-arm down the path they had made.
Angela (me, in case you didn't catch that) threw a snowball at Kimiko's head. "Didn't we kick you out of here?" She snapped, wiping snow off of her face.
Angela only grinned. "Tis the season." She giggled, and chucked another snowball in their direction.
Omi had fallen into a large pile of snow and was frantically trying not to drown in it. "Easy there partner." Clay laughed, hoisting him out.
"I have snow in places I do not like to think about…" Omi whimpered.
Arietta pointed and laughed at him. An orange suddenly flew from nowhere and hit her in the back of the head. "MORT!" she screamed, glaring up at the little fox that was perched on the roof.
Mort giggled evilly and threw another orange. "Fruit prevents scurvy!!!" he announced as he bombarded everyone with more oranges.
Chase Young happened to be walking by when he noticed their merriment. He would've destroyed them if they all hadn't called a truce for the holiday season. He scowled at them in disgust.
"CHASE!!!" Ari screamed like a bishi fangirl and ran over to him, somehow dodging the many oranges of doom. "Merry Christmas!" she said cheerfully.
"What's merry about it?" Chase snapped.
Ari shrunk back. "Sorry, you don't celebrate it?" she asked meekly.
Chase kept his glare. "Only a fool would celebrate as pointless a holiday as Christmas."
The others had now joined them to see what the commotion was about. "Well that's just downright heartless." Clay remarked.
"Yeah, what's your problem?" Rai asked hotly.
Kimiko preached, "Christmas is a time for giving-"
"And love!" Ari interrupted, still staring at Chase in adoration.
"And love." Kimiko agreed. "We're here to help one another! Heck, even Hannibal Bean decorated for it!"
Hannibal just happened to fly by on his bird, who he had stuck antlers and a red nose on. He was wearing a ridiculously large Santa hat and a fake beard. "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" He shouted as he flew by.
Chase gritted his teeth in annoyance. "It's the day before Christmas anyways." He muttered. He turned on his heel and stalked off, mumbling, "Bah, Humbug."
That night, he meditated to stop himself from thinking of that horrid holiday. Christmas. What was so great about it? What made them so special that they could enjoy it and not him?
Well, he wouldn't give in to them. He wouldn't be sucked in by this…. Annoyance of a holiday. He stopped meditating.
He looked around to see that the candlelight that lit his fortress had gone out. Every single last one had somehow been snubbed. He was alone in the darkness.
Or was he?
Somewhere in the bowls of his home, chains rattled. A low moan echoed through the corridors. Despite his usual nonchalant attitude, Chase felt a bit tense as the noise came nearer.
Clank, rattle… "Oooooohh…" With each step it came nearer to him.
His reptilian eyes grew wide as the door to the meditation room slowly creaked open. A dark figure staggered in. Chase quickly lit a candle and held it in front of himself protectively. " BEGONE SPIRIT!" he yelled. "Spare me! And leave my humble home!"
"Humble?" a familiar voice scoffed. "You're kidding right?"
Chase peered into the dark abyss. "Spicer?" he gasped.
And there, a chain clad Jack Spicer stood. He looked rather ghostly. In fact, you could see right through him!
"But, but this doesn't make any sense! You're not dead!" Chase cried in disbelief.
Jack shrugged. "They paid me twenty bucks to do this." He quickly caught himself and started again. "I mean, fear not Chase Young, I come not to haunt you, but warn you."
"Warn me? About what?" Chase was more confused and annoyed then scared now. "And how did you get in here? What's going on?"
Jack pointed to his transparent chest. "Ghost, remember? Now, about my warning… you will be visited by three spirits. They will show you the error of your ways."
"When?" Chase pressed.
"Just full of questions, aren't we?" Jack retorted. "At the stroke of midnight, expect the first spirit. At the last stroke of one, expect the second and at the stroke of two, expect the third."
"Couldn't I have them all at once and just get it over with?" Chase asked nervously.
Jack shook his head solemnly. With that, he took a step backward and vanished through the wall. Now Chase was truly alone.
Woo! First chapter done!!!! I had to take some stuff from the actual script, but otherwise it's all my own dialogue!
