Christmas in the Bloody Mist: Sweet Dream
Yes, my AC muse died. Luckily, I've had this chapter planned out in my head for a while now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or PJO
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Timeline:
August 18, 1010 A.S.—Shin'en turns ten years old and leaves for the Land of Water, undergoing his first interdimensional mission in the world of Sword Art Online, and subsequently wishing that his big sister not have any more dreams of him until then end of the Blood War.
August 19-31, 1010—Shin'en kills a baby for a mission, and Yūrei officially begins to brainwash him by starving him and depriving him of sleep. Arashi instills in Shin'en the drive to do whatever it takes as long as it means Yagura's death and the end of the war. Shin'en explores the base, examining the rooms of his new family, and discovers the jarred remains of Yūwaku's son, Sukoshi. Emotionally disturbed, he proceeds to slaughter an invading group of bandits to clear his head, and Bullock shows him the incendiary tags. Returning, he heads to the battlefield where he and Yūrei proceed to kill everyone there. Arashi takes Shin'en to Yūrei's torture dungeon, and the personality known as Gatou takes shape. Following the interrogation of a Hidden Mist soldier, Yūrei heads to the house of Shou Nagai to assist in his completion of the Chimera Jutsu, and Shin'en kills the man's daughter, a twisted child prodigy who sacrificed her own parents and dog. After this event, Yūrei is contracted to kill the twins Yuki and Ame, and Shin'en completes the mission, only to break down afterwards. He undergoes a delirium, and Yūrei looks after him. After the end of the delirium, Shin'en is malleable and ready to be directed as needed, and Yūrei uses this to beat and further brainwash him to become a new person. Thus, a girl named Kimiko is "born," and given false memories.
September 1-9—Kimiko is adopted as the daughter of the Yasaka family, and fits in immediately. Physical ailments due to her "month" on the streets include malnutrition and infection, and her adopted mother treats her, spending a week with her to help her acclimate to home-living. Meanwhile, Shin'en covertly operates alongside Kimiko, scouring the Yasaka house. Upon finding what he's looking for, he investigates, and Kimiko accidentally kills her adopted father, triggering Yūrei's programming. The Yasaka family is murdered overnight, and the mansion burns down due to a lightning strike. Following this, Shin'en goes through a phase of torment at the hands of Kimiko's psychological presence, and stabs himself. Shin'en eventually enters his mindscape and seals both Kimiko and Gatou away.
September 10—Sukina shows Shin'en the sex-ed video pertaining to the illegal sex rings of the Land of Water—who have you covered—desensitizing him to fetishes and kinks. Following this, Yūrei is contracted to rescue Maya Katsuragi from a sex ring, only to be baited into a trap. Sukina and Shin'en slaughter the opposing force and in retaliation, Yūrei kills their employer and robs their mansion.
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When Kronos' scythe had splintered Shin'en's soul throughout his memories, the fragments had mostly deposited themselves in the most important ones. However, not every important memory was going to be viewed, as Shin'en's soul had only splintered so much. Therefore, not every major thing that happened in the Blood War was going to be seen, which also means that not every little thing that happened during the war was going to be seen.
God forbid, as that was two and a half years' worth of events, and no one had time for that.
It was also a good thing, too, that there were only so many memories that got to be seen, as the ones watching only had so much mental fortitude in the wake of the atrocities Yūrei had committed.
Of course, not every fragment of Shin'en's soul got placed in the Blood War. There were fragments from other time periods, most notably Shin'en's time with the twins, and his time with Asteria and Annabeth in Xenophobic, but as this was a chronological viewing, such memories will not be viewed until much later down the line.
But none of that is important right now.
Buckle in and let's have some fun!
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December 20, 1010
Land of Water
For such a wet and muggy place, winters in the Land of Water were weird. Primarily because instead of ice and snow all over the place, as would be expected in the wettest place in the Shinobi World, it got warm, bright, and sunny.
Because of this, rays of sunshine streamed into Shin'en's room upon the morning. The light hit his face and he awoke, only, he was not present at the moment. The one in his place sat up with a yawn, raising her arms over her head. Her back let out a series of satisfying pops, and a canine poked down from her upper lip.
When she finished yawning, she settled back down and tilted her head from side to side, popping her neck.
"Hmm," this girl wondered. "What to do, what to do…"
Then her face lit up. "I KNOW!"
She bounded out of bed, clad in a pair of shorts and a tank top, and went dashing out the door and down the hall. The rest of Yūrei was up and in the main hall, having coffee. None of them blinked when a streak of motion went flying out the door.
"Shin'en won't be happy about that," Bullock muttered.
The other three agreed silently.
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It hadn't been an eventful three months, nothing out of the ordinary. Assassinations, thefts, some battles, torture—just the usual for Yūrei. Nothing but normal days at the office. The only outlier was the birth of Hiyumi, Shin'en's third personality behind Gatou and Kimiko.
Where Gatou was made for torture, and Kimiko had been made for the Yasaka family, Hiyumi had been made to be just a girl. No traumatic experiences, no emotional depth, just your average, everyday preteen spitfire of a girl. Her purpose was infiltration, but not deep cover like Kimiko. Hiyumi was the public appearance girl, used in conjunction with Sukina for reconnaissance of everyday places.
If that was the case, such a mundane and simple practice, why did something as drastic as a split personality even form, you might be asking, and the answer was that Hiyumi was an accident.
To throw off the maximum suspicion, Yūrei had Shin'en crossdress and put on an act. Simple, easy, and effective. The problem was that the demigod's mental barriers were not at all what they used to be. His mental fortitude had become shaken since Kimiko, and the subsequent mental trauma that followed. As such, soon enough, Hiyumi became less of a stage character, and more of her own character.
Not that Shin'en actually minded Hiyumi. She didn't bring him any kind of anything like Gatou and Kimiko did.
Still, that didn't mean that he was okay with her hijacking his body when he was sleepy.
That was because, deep down, Shin'en resented all three of them, for they were literal manifestations of his inability to handle things; a literal manifestation of his weakness.
And he couldn't be weak. Not when he had something to protect.
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Hiyumi bounded through the trees, grinning happily and yelling in joy. Seriously though, what preteen girl wouldn't enjoy rocketing through the trees at a hundred miles an hour, feeling the wind ripping through her hair?
Anyway, because the weather got weird in the Land of Water's winter season, the traditional hibernating animals did not hibernate, meaning all the bears were still out and about, and Hiyumi knew about this one big bear that would be perfect for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for at least four days.
Yes, Hiyumi woke up, wondered what to do with herself, and decided that killing a bear was the best course of action.
While she was just the public girl, that didn't mean that she wasn't just a little unhinged.
Anyway, almost thirty miles away from the base, Hiyumi found her bear. It was a grizzly, covered in brown fur, and roughly the size of a tank. Standing on its legs, it would've been taller than your average two-story house. Animals in the Shinobi World were traditionally bigger than regular animals, due to the more oxygen enriched atmosphere free of pollution, and chakra.
Yes, chakra.
It's an overlooked thing that most might forget, but all animals had chakra coils. Dogs, cats, rats, snakes, birds, fish, everything had a chakra network in them. Plants, not so much, but the flora was more known for producing nature chakra, at least, it was known amongst Sages.
So, because of the purer oxygen and the presence of chakra, animals got to be really big of allowed to grow as such. The bear in question obviously had been around for a few years, which was just heartbreaking for PETA.
With a loud whoop, Hiyumi descended upon the sleeping grizzly.
At the sound of the approaching girl, the animal's eyes snapped wide open, pure white and bloodshot. With great speed for something so large, the bear rolled to the side, and Hiyumi crashed down on solid earth with a hard thump, not putting near enough force behind her descent to crack the ground.
But she could've.
"Hey, there!" Hiyumi chirped.
"GO FUCK YOURSELF!"
In addition to being extremely large and possessing of chakra, the wildlife also had the ability to speak human languages. Most notably the New Language, as opposed to the Old Language that almost everyone wrote in, but did not speak.
"That's not very nice," Hiyumi scolded.
The bear slammed his stomach, and released a pressurized blast of Wind Chakra that Hiyumi stepped to the side to avoid, and she whistled at the resulting destruction.
"You know, I have this cousin—"
The bear fired another blast, and Hiyumi dodged.
"—who's really into hunting—"
Blast and dodge.
"—and she has the group with her—"
Blast and dodge again.
"—I'm not sure if they're a bunch of lesbians—"
Blast. Dodge.
"—or, like, a girl scout troop—"
The bear mixed it up and went for a swipe. Bringing down its massive claws released several blades of wind that were once again dodged with ease. Thus a new game began.
"—but all of them are really into hunting—"
Swipe and dodge.
"—and I know they'd love to hunt you," Hiyumi finished with a friendly smile.
"FUCK YOU, BITCH!"
The grizzly went for another claw strike, but Kimiko had been leading him in a circle, and he lost his bearings. As such, when he moved to step and attack, his paw hit a log and the log rolled, destabilizing the entire technique and leading to a loss of balance. The bear's eyes widened, and Hiyumi struck with a grin.
Her fist bulldozed into the bear's stomach with a massively loud boom, a shockwave blowing the forest debris away. The bear's guts came flying out of its mouth and rear, and the force behind the punch had completely caved in the chest cavity, and the gooey stuff inside was forced out. The bear's eyes dangled from their sockets by the optic nerve.
"Although," Hiyumi added as an afterthought, "with how strong you were, you'd probably eat their butts."
Her job here done, the girl of ten hefted an animal the size of a house onto her back, and started making her to the base, whistling a merry little tune all the way there.
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Hiyumi dumped the massive animal outside the door, because there was no way that thing was going to squeeze through the entrance. Inside, Hiyumi found the other Ghosts still casually sipping on coffee and reading newspapers. She sweat dropped.
"How was your outing, kiddo?" Yūwaku asked.
"Awesome!" Hiyumi chirped. "Flying through the trees, and this bear—outside by the way—was really big and he's going to be really tasty!"
"How big, exactly?" Bullock asked.
"Big enough to keep us all full for a month if we ration good enough."
"That's a lot."
"Yeah it is!" Hiyumi said proudly, hands on her hips.
"And how is Shin'en?" Arashi asked.
"He's fine—AGH!"
No sooner had she finished her sentence, then did Shin'en wake up. Hiyumi screamed as stabbing pain erupted across her mind, punishment for taking over without permission.
"Oh—come on—bro—!" the girl said in broken segments, sweating. "It—was only for—a little bit—since you—were tired—AHHH!"
Hiyumi screamed and her body turned to water. The water reshaped and vanished.
Shin'en stood there, clad only in a pair of briefs. His hair was down past his neck, having not bothered to cut it since he left the Cloud four months ago. His bangs hid his eyes.
"I hate it when she does that…" Shin'en said quietly. "Did she do anything?"
"She brought us a ton of food," Yūwaku supplied.
"Oh. That's what that bear corpse outside is."
Sukina rose from her chair and gave Shin'en a peck on his forehead. "Go get dressed. We'll clean it together."
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It took Yūrei two whole hours to clean the behemoth of a bear, stripping it of its pelt, draining the blood, separating the organs, flaying the muscle from the bones, sorting the muscles, sucking the marrow out of the bones, and then bleaching the bones for sale. Lots of weird people in the Land of Water did things with bones.
It wasn't even noon before the Ghosts of the Bloody Mist were done with their tasks, and it was a very beautiful day. Temperature was warm, there was no cold breeze, no clouds, birds and insects chirped and buzzed, and it was just the greatest day imaginable for a land torn apart by war.
Too bad none of Yūrei were day people.
"Are we running any missions today?" Shin'en asked Arashi.
The man grinned broadly and put a hand on the boy's head. "Not today! This is our official no-work day."
"What about Mei?"
"She can kiss our ass and eat our poop."
"Okay," Shin'en said simply.
He gave Sukina an expectant look, and she scooped him up in her arms and carried him to her room like he was a child…he was ten. Of course he was a child. The two proceeded to spend the whole day in Sukina's room, working on the music orangette's laptop with Shin'en in her lap the whole time.
Oh, the boy had changed. He had changed drastically, and it was both Yūrei's fault and intention. See, their greatest skill was not murder, but making people. The Ghosts could take the likes of Arnold Schwarzenegger, the legendary Terminator and killer of the Predator, and turn him into a fairy princess. Given enough time, the Ghosts could've taken Hashirama Senju himself, and turned the godlike man into a three-year-old girl still in potty training.
Not physically, of course, but mentally.
Breaking someone down and remaking them as they needed was what Yūrei's greatest skill was, and they had used it to great effect on Shin'en.
Gone was the vengeful child that sought only the death of all shinobi in all the lands. Gone was the dark being of mass destruction. Gone was the power-hungry demon who sought jutsu just for the ironic purpose of slaughtering ninja with their own techniques. In the place of the creature was ten-year-old little boy that acted based on the approval of those he loved, and those he loved were Sukina, Arashi, Yūwaku, Bullock, and Persephone.
Of course, that didn't mean that all of what Shin'en had been couldn't come rushing back at just the right emotional trigger….
Anyway, Shin'en was different because his mind had been seriously fucked with, and when it hit late afternoon and he was yawning, Sukina promptly said, "It's time for a little one's nap."
"Not sleepy," Shin'en said tiredly.
Sukina gathered him up in her arms and took him to his room, put him in his bed, and tucked him in with a kiss to his forehead.
"I'll get you up in about an hour," she said.
Shin'en stuck his tongue out at her, and then he snuggled into his covers.
Sukina rolled her eyes at the display and shut the door. Now out of Shin'en's sight, she closed her eyes and put up her barriers to keep the tears away. Not daring to speak aloud because the boy had excellent hearing and could read lips based on the water movement in the muscles, the orangette thought to herself.
'We took a little boy with issues and replaced those issues with other issues. Instead of giving him the therapy and healing that he needs, we carved apart his head and molded him into a little monster. We're all going to die, and it's going to be horrible. It's what we all deserve.'
Yūrei had done terrible things. Whatever contract that came to them, they performed as long as the money was good. Shin'en had done those terrible things too, more than just killing and torturing people, but those were stories for later.
Sukina pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a drag and exhaling the smoke. She then left Shin'en to his dreams.
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And it one of his favorite dreams.
A dream of his sister.
It was night out, and in the living room was a species of tree Shin'en didn't recognize. It was covered in lights and decorations, the reason of which was lost to him. Over the fake fireplace, hanging from the mantle, were a trio of oversized socks. About the apartment were various decorations of similar nature to what was choking the tree.
To Shin'en's infinite irritation, the humanoid walrus was still there, though he was passed out on the couch with a beer in his hand.
Sally and Persephone were together in front of the TV sitting on pillows, cups of a steaming brown liquid in their hands, a large blanket draped over them both. His heart hurt just a little, but he had made his choice to be where he was, doing what he was doing.
On the television was a program centered around deer. Stop-motion seemed to be the technique in use.
"Mommy," Persephone said. "Why are they being so mean just because of his red nose?"
"Because it's a red nose, sweetie," Sally answered simply. "People are always mean to those that are even just a little different."
"Is that why people are mean to me? Because I'm different?"
"Mm-hm," Sally answered without mincing anything. "But being different is what makes you special."
"Percy's special too," Persephone said with a smile. "A lot special. I wish he was here."
"I am here," Shin'en said flatly. He knew they couldn't hear him, but still.
Sally's eyes watered immediately, but Persephone didn't see. She focused on the TV, the sounds and images holding her ADHD in check.
"I wish," Sally's voice broke and she collected herself. "I wish he was here too."
"I am here, you twits."
They didn't hear him, but still.
His sister was cozied up on Sally's right, so Shin'en plopped down on his mother's left, outside the warm confines of the blanket. He sat there and watched the whole story play out, his tactical mind analyzing details and drawing conclusions that were cynical.
Cheesy props and predictable storyline.
Shoe-horned singing.
Outdated technology and techniques.
And a central message of how you're only revered when you're useful.
Oh, and this Santa person was an asshole who let his subordinates bully Rudolph the reindeer's whole life, and then had the gall to ask for help in hauling several million tons of product across the planet. In this character's position, Shin'en would've given a very generous middle finger.
But Shin'en also needed psychiatric help, a therapist, counseling, and a lot of warm hugs, so his opinions should be taken with generous amounts of salt.
The program ended, and Sally shut off the TV. "It's time for this little one to go night-night, so Santa can come and give her some presents."
In Shin'en's experience, children often fought against bedtime. His sister must have been an outlier, or the promise of Santa was just that great, because instead of fighting Sally, Persephone's face brightened, and she bounded up and around the corner to where her room was.
Sally looked both happy and pained. She got up and took the mugs to the sink, and then went to her daughter's room, her son following.
Persephone was snuggled into the covers, eyes closed. At hearing her mother enter, her eyes popped open. "GoodnightmomloveyougoawayneedtosleepSantacoming."
Shin'en tilted his head at his sister's motormouth.
Sally laughed. "And did you brush your teeth and go potty before you got in bed?"
"Yes."
Sally's eyes narrowed. "Did you?" she asked with a pointed tone. "If you're lying and you get put on the naughty list, Santa won't bring you any presents."
Shin'en tilted his head to the other side, now recognizing this Santa situation as a tool to derive desired behavior, using subtle threats against the child to motivate them and coerce them into actions they deem to be positive.
This seemed like an underhanded tactic, and Shin'en frowned up at his mother, not liking how she used Persephone's desires against her in such a way.
On the demigoddess' part, instead of verbally answering and admitting to a lie, she bounded out of bed, skirted around her mother, and scampered into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her.
Sally rested against the doorframe. She put her face into her hands, letting on a shaky breath that bordered on a sob. Shin'en wanted to give her a hug, but he knew that he couldn't touch her and that she wouldn't feel him.
Minutes later, after the sound of flushing water and a running sink, the door unlocked, the light went out, and Persephone came scampering out. "Ready for bed!"
Sally had composed herself long before her daughter exited the bathroom, and she beamed. "That's my girl."
She tucked Persephone in, giving her a lingering kiss on her forehead.
"I love you, Mommy."
"And I love you, baby, very much." Sally's eyes held nothing but the warmest of feelings and highest of regards for her oldest child. "Sleep tight, angel."
She traced a finger down the side of Persephone's face, and the girl playfully bit at it with a giggle. Sally giggled back and poked Persephone's nose.
"I'll see you in the morning," the tired mother said.
She got up and left, gently shutting the door behind her. Shin'en lingered in his sister's room, her nightlight illuminating the area.
"Merry Christmas, Percy," Persephone said. "I love you."
"Love you too."
She couldn't hear him, but still.
Seeing as how the dream didn't end right there, and seeing as how his sister strived to fall asleep to hasten the arrival of Santa Claus, Shin'en phased through the door and looked for his mother. Something bothered her, and he wanted to know what it was.
Shin'en found his mother softly crying in the closet of her shared bedroom with the walrus.
"Bastard," she muttered through her tears. "That fat, disgusting bastard."
And then Shin'en was pulled into a vision, one of Sally painstakingly baking a cake at the candy shop she worked in, a beautiful creation of red and green, chocolate, sprinkles, and a smell so wonderful that Shin'en felt hungry.
Knowledge filled his head.
The walrus horded money, going so far as to drain Sally's wages from her barely above minimum wage job through their shared bank account as a legally married couple into his own private account, but Sally did nothing for fear of being beaten upon, and so she was stuck with barely fifty bucks in her own account at any time, and using the card tied to the shared account without the walrus's permission was grounds for being beaten.
More knowledge came to Shin'en, knowledge regarding the traditions of Christmas. Most notably, the giving of gifts.
Shin'en then saw how Sally had to spend so much of her meager funds to fill up her gas tank, leaving her with barely anything for a present for Persephone and the walrus—because God forbid that the animal not get anything for all the generosity he provided.
However, with her experiences as a child, being raised by an absent uncle in the wake of her parents' deaths, and her working of so many jobs at once and dealing with the attitudes of so many people, Sally had been made strong, and resourceful. So, with what money she did have, she bought the ingredients necessary for a cake meant for her, Persephone and the walrus to share together on Christmas Day.
Only for the walrus to have found it prematurely and gorge himself.
Shin'en's fury boiled, and he desired nothing more than to physically be there and deliver to his mother and sister the world. Not only that, but his ire extended beyond the situation at hand, and to the gods.
Was this truly how they treated their lovers and children? Saddle a woman with a child, an expensive item that required thousands of hours and millions of dollars? And then stick them with a slob of a man, that does nothing besides make life more difficult? On top of all that, no financial support at all?
Shin'en made a side note that after the Blood War, he was going to make some changes to this world of gods and men.
And then he was falling into a world of white.
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His brain had picked up the approaching presence of Sukina, and so he snapped awake. The door opened and the orangette was there. Immediately upon seeing him, she looked worried.
"Shin'en, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he answered flatly and clearly.
"Then why are you crying?"
Shin'en reached up and wiped tears away from his cheeks.
"You had another dream of your sister, didn't you?"
"Mm-hm."
"Oh, dear," Sukina muttered.
There was nothing Yūrei could do to stop Shin'en from having dreams of his sister, as it was demigod stuff and they could do nothing about demigod stuff. The dreams were a distraction, as they caused Shin'en to become screwy, so the best they could do to help him get back to unscrewyness was to play therapist.
Which they should be doing at all times, but they needed a little killing machine.
Not a little boy.
Sukina entered and sat down on the bed, pulling Shin'en into her lap. He took a cigarette from her pocket and lit it up with a spark of Lightning chakra.
"So, what's Persephone up to this time of year, or was it a current dream?"
Sometimes Shin'en had dreams of things in Persephone's life years past.
"Current," the demigod said. "Christmas."
Sukina was unfamiliar with the term. It was a Biblical concept, after all, and the Bible didn't exist in the Shinobi World. Thus, the story of the Wise Men bringing gifts to the Baby Jesus was an unknown story, and no Christmas tradition happened at the end of December. It was just another day of the year for ninja and civilians.
"Mom's really poor and the walrus is an asshole," Shin'en said. "I really want to kill it."
Sukina nodded with a hum. He never elaborated on just who the walrus was, and he refused to tell. It was a testament to just how much Shin'en loathed, hated, and despised this walrus, because as much as he hated, despised, and loathed Yagura, he still used the Mizukage's name. Also, Yūrei had no delusions that Shin'en was referring to an actual walrus.
"Mom took all the money she had, just enough for a small cake, and she baked it, and brought it home, and hid it, so she, Sephy, and the walrus could all share it, but the walrus found it and ate it all. You're supposed to give people presents for Christmas, and the cake money was all the money Mom had."
Sukina's mouth set into a thin line. The emotional center in her brain was mostly fried, so hearing this story about a cake and poverty didn't do much to tug at her heart strings, especially when she had seen kids begging for scraps with their ribs poking out of their chests. But she was an actress, and so she pulled a quick show.
"That's despicable," she said 'seriously.' "This walrus should be skinned alive and its blubber sold on the black market."
Shin'en nodded, buying it. "Why do bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people?"
"Because balance," Sukina said. "If there's good, there has to be bad; if there's bad, there has to be good. That's why such and such happens to so and so."
"Oh. Does that mean that it's good to be bad?"
"Not a clue," Sukina said. "I am not a philosopher."
"I'm not either."
Shin'en was almost done with his cigarette, so he took and put it out on his neck, pulled another one from Sukina's pocket, and lit it with Lightning chakra.
"You have a mission," Sukina said.
"I though Arashi said no missions today."
"He did. He said no missions for us. This a mission coming straight for you from some people who signed the invoice as Sue and Nose."
At hearing that, Shin'en's eyes popped wide open and he sucked the cigarette into the back of his throat and gagged. Sukina squeaked and performed the Heimlich. The cigarette butt went smashing against the wall.
"Do you know who Sue and Nose are?" she asked flatly.
"Yes," Shin'en replied dully. "What do they want?"
"They want you to investigate an island off the southwest coast called Seiuchi. Apparently, their son and his friends went fishing two weeks ago and haven't come back. They've investigated the other islands around the area, but Seiuchi is out of their reach. Waves are too strong."
"Okay," Shin'en said simply. "I'll get going."
Sukina nodded, moved him out of her lap, stood up and made her way out the door. When she was halfway through the frame, Shin'en said:
"Sukina…merry Christmas."
Not missing a beat though still ignorant about this Christmas thing, Sukina said right back:
"Merry Christmas, Shin'en."
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And if I don't get the next chapter out by Christmas—of 2018 for those in the future—then merry Christmas!
Yep, I'm back with Blood War, and I'm making it a holiday special because I can. How about Gabe, huh? Isn't he just a jolly giant of holiday cheer, basically stealing Sally's money, eating the cake all by himself, and not staying up to watch Rudolph? It's okay though, we all know how Gabe's story ends as per Backup Plan canon.
In related news, the liberals are attempting to make Santa Claus gender neutral and are trying to ban Rudolph because it promotes bullying and think Ho, Ho, Ho is offensive, and I think the world needs a gigantic bowl of SHUT UP.
But we're all here to see an emotionally and mentally unstable ten-year-old kill people, not worry about idiots and their opinions.
Let's see if we can get the Favs and Follows higher this round of bloody chapters.
Fav, Follow, and Review please!