A/N- Wassup? It be TOBN here with a new chapter of It's Kind Of A Funny Story!
Yeah, this story is being relived, I promise (if that even makes sense.) And since it is almost the end of the year, I feel the urge to listen to My Chemical Romance's Black Parade on repeat so I can actually focus, get a Santa hat, and immerse myself into writing a Christmas special! (none of that was relevant to Christmas. Or at least, the Black Parade part wasn't. Maybe I should be listening to Christmas music...but the song is so good :D)
Since it is almost Christmas, and I have been neglecting this story, MBAVFOREVER and I must've had the same idea because I definitely thought of making this a reality. A funny Christmas story...can you imagine it now?
For all who suggested something: I am sorry if your ideas aren't being written, even if you submitted it before another one I did. It is not because I like inequality, but it's because I am trying to find the funny and creative side to every single idea. I swear on my account all your prompts will be used. Just not in the order that will particularly be liked by others, and for that I am sorry :P
Thank you for dealing with the chronic procrastination disorder I am suffering throughout my everyday life, along with too many exams to cram a poor child's brain. I mean, seriously, world - WHY?! I am sure it'll be worth it one day...right?
And, goddammit, no one jokes about Search For Happily Ever After. I mean seriously. Please do not make me cry at my keyboard - I am sorry, one chapter will be posted before the year ends, I swear (that is saying something as well, you know? The year is almost over, I realize, and I've done nothing that would help my social life :P)
Shoutouts to...
MBAVFOREVER- We must have the same mind, because OMFG CHRISTMAS SPECIAL SHOULD BE SPECIAL! But yes, I definitely think that a Christmas special is a good idea. I was waiting for someone to help me carry on that idea, you know? This is sure going to be awesome XD Thanks for the review as well - always makes me smile to see (or at least, read) that someone is actually enjoying my creativity :)
Willowleaf the Jedi- Of course I recognize you! Of course, it's been a while since I have updated this story, so I know who you are from a long while ago, but anyway, I am glad you like the one shots! I always try my hardest, you know? Even if I am lacking of creativity, I basically force myself to be creative for you guys, so thank you for appreciating it :)
GEM1558- Thank you! It just popped up in my mind, I laughed for about 3 minutes thinking about it, to be honest. I immerse myself too deep into my writing that I actually laugh at my own jokes, so if that does happen, I know it's a good idea. I thought it sounded stupid at first, but goddammit I had to use it for that reason alone :P I'm glad things were realistic for you! That meant a lot, knowing me and my OOC writing :P Thanks for your review :)
MBAV fan66- Yeah, things should've been better planned, I assume :P But hey - that is the fun of it, am I right? And a trophy would definitely worth a few hours of detention, counting that things didn't go even worse...but hey, it is the MBAV gang, so who knows what else they did after that, you know? Maybe it's sequel time :P Anyway, thanks for your review as always, fanfic buddy :)
So drop a review/suggestion (I'll add it to my 'ideas book' I promise)
ENJOY!
P.S - This is completely unrealistic, but don't tell me that this isn't the kind of comical shit Rory would be able to pull off and actually get away with it, right?
P.P.S - This was set before Lawn Of The Dead, for reasons of Ethan's quote to Rory being my prompt; "Rory, shut up! You know the rules with plans involving Santa!"
It's Kind Of A Funny Story: Chapter 10: Rules Involving Santa
It was turning out to be one of the most depressing Christmases that Rory has ever experienced in his life (is 'Christmases' a word? Certainly didn't sound like one, to be honest). It was raining. There were no hills of snow for someone to jump off a sprain their neck on. The houses down Rory's street looked as if the Grinch could beat them in a decorating contest. And dammit, Rory thinks, the carollers sound like frogs that got stepped on.
And the only thing he could hear, as he walked down the streets, was wishes of children saying "I wanna a phone for Christmas!" or "TOYS TOYS TOYS GIMME TOYS FOR CHRISTMAS, DAMMIT!"
(Okay, maybe not that, but you definitely see the picture.)
It had seemed that the only spark of Christmas was the amount time that someone would spend to figure out the 'perfect Christmas present for the ones you love', and, while that is extremely affectionate, Rory feels like they are missing the true - cliched, if he dare say - meaning of Christmas.
Family,
friends,
and food.
What was up with the 50% sales, or the people fighting to get in line for someone to take a picture with Santa? It's like they are peeling off the sticker that was Christmas off the damn world, and Rory was literally hanging on, like the obnoxious leftovers of the sticker left on a book.
They seemed to have missed the whole point. Yeah, getting gifts was great, and receiving them was even better, but it was like Christmas was becoming a chore.
"Oh, I have to get gifts for every single person in the world BLAH BLAH BLAH," is all that Rory heard on a daily basis.
And while he'd admit he had fallen victim of forgetting to spread Christmas joy - the one time he had spent all his money on special Christmas chocolates for Erica, and she turned out to have an allergic reaction to them was absolutely ridiculous - he couldn't help but feel like he was the only one holding on.
Even Benny was bitten by the 'Bah Humbug!', and he was usually Rory's elf when it came to Christmas.
So Rory had two choices - he could either leave it that way, and just promote happiness by being a ray of sunshine,
...or he could actually do something.
And let's be honest, what kind of story would this be if he actually left the issues alone?
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The only thing that was heard, was the steps of a boy
who slipped on a Santa hat, with a smile that was coy.
"I'm going to save Christmas," this blonde boy said.
But the world should be terrified - this boy couldn't bake bread.
How was a boy, as clumsy as he,
To save a holiday on his own - we might as well flee
But all he asked was a little hope
Something to spark the spirit he coped.
So here the world watches, as the boy sneaks out
Being wary of the monsters that snored 'fore they'd shout.
And as he turned around to avoid making a bang,
You'd think he was a reindeer,
that just grew fangs.
"Goddammit, I honestly thought that getting up the chimney would be easier than I thought!"
...
"RORY KEANER, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DONE THIS, I THINK I WILL BE THE FIRST VAMPIRE TO BITE ONE OF MY OWN!"
Rory snickers as he sees his friends in the hallways of a fully decorated WC High, wearing - yes, of course, - ugly Christmas sweaters.
Each sweater was picked especially for them - Benny's was a bright blue one, with Santa on his sleigh, a trail of magic behind the sleigh that lit up with fairy lights. Erica's was basically a pair of penguins kissing, a heart above them glittering with light. Ethan's was a reindeer flying into the air and through a portal, and Sarah's was a couple of elves doing the 'Macarena' - god bless the website he found this one on.
Rory wore his own with ugly Christmas sweater, that consisted off Santa in a chimney, surrounded with blurs of snow.
"What do you think?" Rory asks innocently, and Erica literally pins him against the wall.
"Where the hell is my clothes." she growls, and Rory's eyes widen as he lets out a tiny wimp.
"I stole them all last night and hid them in a place that you'll never know about."
Benny's eyes widen. "All of them?!"
"Yup." Rory's voice quivers - was the Christmas spirit crushed? This could very well be the end, and his plan hasn't even started yet.
His friend stare at him in an astonished silent, before Sarah's voice squeaked. "B-But...how?"
Rory launches into the very real, but comical, story of how he went to every single house of the students of WC High in one night and replaced their clothes with an outfit consisting of an ugly Christmas sweater, jeans, a Santa hat OR reindeer antlers - the freedom of choice was important to Rory - and elf shoes.
And it turns out he was right as well - every single student and teacher that walked in was decked out in an ugly Christmas sweater, and were either wearing grins, or very, very mad faces that could be mistaken for someone who was about to murder someone.
"Why?" Ethan ended up stuttering. "Why go through all that trouble?"
"Christmas spirit." Rory answers. "Isn't it obvious?"
Benny was literally baffled, and Erica growls. "Give my clothes back. Now. You've better not have mixed my designer jeans with Benny's obnoxious striped shirts."
"For the last time, Erica -" Benny begins to protest, but Erica's glare cuts it off.
Rory shakes his head, but smiles. "Don't worry, I sorted everything out."
Ethan shakes his head in disbelief. "Are you ever going to give our stuff back?"
Rory smiles as he goes to the front of the school proudly, his friends and the whole student body trailing behind him - of course, the only explanation everyone in the school could think of was Rory - and posted a sign onto the wall.
Everyone stared at the blonde vampire in shock as he flounced away, leaving everyone speechless.
CHRISTMAS PARTY AT THE ABANDONED FACTORY ON GREENLAND'S STREET AT 6 TONIGHT!
LOOT BAG INCLUDED - YOUR CLOTHES!
BRING YOUR CHRISTMAS SPIRIT, OR LOOT BAG WILL NOT BE INCLUDED.
"Goddammit." Erica mutters, and everyone around her was already cancelling plans and dealing with screaming mothers on their phones.
"I don't think I've ever been a little successful of a party in my whole life!" Rory beams happily, and Ethan shakes his head.
"They were all forced to be here, you know?" he points out.
Benny shakes his head. "But everyone here actually looks like they are having a good time."
It was true. Somehow, amongst all the confused teens and even more confused adults, people were actually having fun. Rory didn't know if it was because they felt as if they had to fake excitement to get their clothes back - the more he thought about that sentence, the more wrong it actually sounded - but he knew the difference between fake spirit and real spirit, and it seems that this was the most festive place in the town.
Even news reporters were coming to try and get Rory to talk on live television - he had to dodge those ones.
"Nice party, dork." Erica finally says, looking at Rory. "It actually worked."
Rory nodded proudly. "Christmas spirit returns."
Sarah looks at Rory with some sort of weirded out look, that was traced with some sort of wonder as well. "Rory, what brought this own, exactly?"
"I just thought this city needed a bit more Christmas spirit, and to be honest, I think this was the best thing I have ever thought of."
Rory paused, and sped off. Everyone exchanged looks, but a few seconds later, Rory came back with red sacks, like the ones Santa would carry.
"I just thought this plan could involve me with Santa."
"No more plans involving Santa," Ethan stated immediately, but smiled. "That is now a rule."
Christmas Eve has dawned, and the party soon ends,
With guests surprisingly losing the ugly sweater trends.
Everyone left with a sack filled with clothes,
as promised from the boy whose smile still grows.
'Take that, haters,' this boy thinks,
'for a plan of mine actually works with no kinks.'
And as the final guests leave with joy and spirit
and the reindeer with fangs thinks of every memory, vivid,
A laugh and a 'ho!' blows in the snow of white
'Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!'
*and after this, of course, said boy brags to everyone he will definitely land the nice list this year.*
A/N- I don't care if this didn't make you laugh, but goddammit, the thought of something like this happening in real life actually makes me smile a little, don't you think?
I added those rhymes for humour, and yeah, they are bad, but fuck it because I am proud of my creative ability :P
The poem, if you don't know, is the same style as the original - T'was The Night Before Christmas (A Visit From St. Nicholas) by Clement Clark Moore in 1822 I believe. Beautiful poem, right?
Anyway, drop a review, and if you didn't laugh, don't worry - it is kind of a funny story, right?
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