Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Making Fiends or the story of 'A Christmas Carol'. They belong to Amy Winfrey and Charles Dickens, respectively.

Author's notes (IMPORTANT!)

This is not a crossover as such, just a version of A Christmas Carol using MF characters, as there have been many versions of it with different shows and I am not putting it in the crossovers section because no-one would find it.

More important: If you have read or seen any version of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol, you can skip the following summary and go straight to the story. For those who haven't, here is a brief summary that will help you understand the story better:

Scrooge is a mean old miser whose partner Marley died. He hates Christmas and everyone

On Christmas Eve he sees Marley's head in his doorknocker then later Marley's ghost, in chains, visits him to warn him to turn over a new leaf or he will suffer the same fate. He says Scrooge will be haunted by 3 spirits.

The spirits are the ghost of Christmas Past, who shows him his sad past, Christmas Present who shows him the Christmas about to happen and the ghost of Christmas future shows him future Christmases in which he may die. Scrooge learns a lesson from all the visions and becomes a nice person.

Chapter One: The Ghost of Charlotte

'No, nor did he believe it even now. Though he looked the phantom through and through, and saw it standing before him, though he felt the chilling influences of its death-cold eyes, and marked the very texture of the folded kerchief bound about its head and chin, which wrapper he had not observed before, he was still incredulous, and fought against his senses.'- Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

It was a cold, frosty morning in the town of Clamburg. It was just a week until Christmas, but there was no snow, and there hadn't been in the little seaside town for several years now.

Vendetta had eaten a hearty breakfast of clams, beef jerky and grape punch, and now she and her giant hamster trudged to school, the latter holding in his hands a rattling box tied with a deceptively festive-looking bow. It was the last day of school before Christmas vacation, and in light of this, the evil little green girl had prepared a special end of term surprise for her classmates.

'Well, uh, class…' Mr Milk stuttered. 'Since it's the last day before…Christmas break…I thought….' (At this point he shot a pleading look at the small Bulgarian overlord) 'We might make…Christmas cards? Maybe?'

Vendetta scowled.

'No CARDS!' From beside her, Grudge let out a menacing growl.

Mr Milk gave a little cry.

'Oh my! I mean, we're going to read…magazines! Yes! That's right!' At that point, a cheery blue girl skipped into the classroom, sporting a Santa-hat on her head.

'Hi Vendetta!' Charlotte cried in glee as she sat down in her usual seat. 'Can you believe Christmas is only a week away? Yippee!' she burst into song:'Christmas time, once again

Christmas time, yippee, hooray!

I hope my Christmas wish comes true

And you have a merry Christmas too-

A book came sailing through the air and knocked Charlotte off her seat.

'Be QUIET!' Vendetta snapped. 'I do not like CHRISTMAS!'

'Tee hee!' the blue girl giggled, dusting herself off and climbing back into her chair. 'Silly Vendetta! EVERYBODY likes Christmas! And look!'

She held out a piece of red card to her scissors bird, who snipped it up with his sharp beak.

'Buttons 2 made you a Christmas card!'

There was only so much Vendetta could take.

'Hamster!' she barked. 'Release the fiend!'

Grudge untied the bow on the box he held, and out leapt a vicious candy cane fiend with a sharp, pointy tip. As it charged, the students screamed and ducked for cover.

Vendetta closed her eyes and enjoyed the satisfaction hideous cries of pain gave her. A smile was spreading across her lips when all of a sudden; she noticed it was very quiet…

When she opened her eyes, there was no candy-cane fiend to be seen, but Charlotte was grinning, her mouth sticky and red.

'YOU ATE MY FIEND!!!!' Vendetta shrieked, shaking her fist at the offender.

'Mm, the pretty candy cane was soooo yummy!' came the reply. 'How did you know, Vendetta, that I love candy canes almost as much as I love gumdrops! I must do something special for YOU!'

Vendetta could feel the rage bubbling away inside her. That stupid blue girl must be stopped!

***

Vendetta trooped home, pulling her green cape tighter around her to protect her from the icy wind that swirled around the town. There was no more school for two weeks, which was a good thing as it meant no more stupid classroom, and no more stupid teacher, but at the same time it meant her reign of terror was in the schoolroom was on hold.

The little girl was still seething from this morning's irritating display, and she was looking forward to cooking up a fiend to destroy that stupid girl once and for all.

But as Vendetta reached for the door handle of her enormous, eerie mansion, she noticed something strange. What was Charlotte's face doing on her doorhandle?

Vendetta blinked and rubbed her eyes. The face was still there, distorted as if it was reflected in the shiny brass handle, but it was Charlotte all right.

But that would mean Charlotte was right behind-

'GUESS WHO!' Charlotte squealed. Vendetta jumped and turned around.

'Charlotte! What are you doing here?'

'I followed you! Teehee!' was the reply. 'Since you gave me that pretty, pretty candy cane, I wanted to give you the best present ever, and make your Christmas wish come true!'

A wicked grin crept across the pigtailed girl's face as an idea came to her.

'Do you really want my Christmas wish to come true? Really, Charlotte?'

The girl nodded eagerly.

'Well, I wish… that you were DEAD!!!'

And with that Vendetta slammed the door in her face.

***

'Peace and quiet at last…'

After a stressful day, Vendetta was slouching in her chair, sipping a drink and being fanned by a one-eyed fiend. Just as she was drifting off to sleep, a clanking sound came from the kitchen, as if someone were dragging a very heavy chain.

Vendetta was afraid in spite of herself.

'Who…who's there?'

'Woooooooooooo….Vendettaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…'

The green girl sighed in a mix of relief and annoyance as Charlotte entered, rattling a chain and making an effort to look ghostly.

'I am the ghoooost of Chaaaaaaaarlotte!'

'Argh!' Vendetta tutted, exasperated. 'Go away! And don't come back until you are really dead!'

But Charlotte made no attempt to go away.

'You will be haunted…' she wailed dramatically. 'Haunted by three spiiiiiiirits!'

Vendetta glared at her and the next thing Charlotte knew, Grudge had picked her up and tossed her out.

***

Vendetta had just climbed into bed and turned out her fiend lamp. She yawned and was pulling the covers up around her neck when an eerie gust of wind blew open her bedroom window.

Vendetta groaned and stumbled across the darkened room to shut it, when Charlotte's words came back to her.

You will be haunted by three spirits…

Somehow, alone in the dark, the idea of ghosts frightened her, but she would not admit it. She dismissed the notion with a snort.

'Hah! That was just stupid little Charlotte, playing stupid little games!'

Giving the notion no further thought, she climbed back into bed, closed her eyes and drifted off the sleep.

Are three ghosts really coming to haunt Vendetta? Find out next week.