A little music in your life.
Krampus walked the streets of New York as he finally was able to rest a bit. He'd arrived here the exact moment the international date line had crossed over to Christmas Eve, so he was able to get a whole lot of work done before it crossed over to Christmas Day. As of right now he was waiting to see how much he could slack off before he had to finish the rest. Usually he'd have to wait until sundown to operate so he was just here waiting until it was sundown in most places.
He remembered this world had problems with Christmas spirit before and that incident a couple years ago probably made this Santa more reliant on tech than most.
Walking amongst one of the biggest pits of the lack of Christmas spirit was strange. Naturally he emitted an aura of gloominess and fear, but at least it only really affected those that deserved it. Here it was like the energy was being sucked out of the people here and they just accepted it as their life, no matter how unhappy they were.
He was actually on the trail of what seemed to be traces of North Pole magic. It was absolutely surprising to see it here before Santa made his rounds. The trail really got his attention when it kept on looping in certain places. He was able to get a handle for where it was coming from until it led to one of the company offices where it just became real faint. From there it went throughout the city, going from outside a fancy restaurant and leading to a Chinese restaurant.
He knew this place. It was where all the Santas for hire went on Christmas Eve to just go and complain about whatever. He actually had to punish one of the guys in there a year before, mainly because the guy was getting more violent in his off hours and time before Christmas. One thing he was able to pick up from this was a disguise that was really just the most human form he could make, combined with aspects of the guy's Santa suits.
Putting on this disguise, he walked straight in to what he had seen every year. Guys in Santa suits drinking their problems away. One thing that caught his eye was this one guy that was dressed as an elf. Must've hit it rough this year, no one likes a tall elf unless he's an archer.
He was able to get the guy's name though, Buddy or something like that.
It wasn't until one of the fake Santas stood up that he remembered why he usually left early when he was doing this Christmas.
This world was a musical.
(FAKE SANTA #1)
USED TO BE
I'D STAND ON THE BUSIEST
CORNER
RING MY BELL
AND MAKE THE PEOPLE SMILE
NOWADAYS
THEY PASS ME BY, AND WHO
KNOWS WHY
COULD IT BE THAT OLD SAINT
NICK'S GONE OUT OF STYLE?
Krampus jumped out of his seat to follow the rest of the fake Santas' movements, sure this wasn't coming naturally like it was to the guys here but he was doing alright.
(ALL OF THE FAKES SANTAS)
WELL, NOBODY CARES
NOBODY CARES
NOBODY CARES ABOUT SANTA
THEY READ THEIR LIST
THEN YOU GET DISMISSED
'CAUSE NOBODY CARES ABOUT
SANTA CLAUS
Krampus was not the best singer, but amongst the other guys he was able to manage. Though that manager really didn't need to get involved here, but who was he to judge? He was just going with the flow and apparently so were they.
(FAKE SANTA #2)
USED TO BE
THE KIDS WAITED HOURS TO
SEE ME
ALL THAT JOY COULD ALMOST
MAKE YOU CRY
(MANAGER)
NOW THEY THINK
I'M JUST PASSE, SOME DUMB
CLICHE
AND IT MAKES ME WONDER WHY
I EVEN TRY
(ALL OF THE FAKE SANTAS)
WELL, NOBODY CARES
NOBODY CARES
NOBODY CARES ABOUT SANTA
YOU ONCE WERE REVERED
(FAKE SANTA #3)
NOW THEY YANK OFF YOUR
BEARD!
(ALL OF THE FAKE SANTAS)
'CAUSE NOBODY CARES ABOUT
SANTA CLAUS
IS THIS ALL A SIGN?
(BUDDY)
IS THIS ALL AN AWFUL SIGN?
(ALL OF THE FAKE SANTAS)
OF A SAD DECLINE?
(BUDDY)
A MISERABLE, SAD DECLINE!
(BUDDY)
I NEVER KNEW SUCH DISRESPECT
COULD EVER HAVE EXISTED
NO WONDER THIS WHOLE CITY
HAS BEEN NAUGHTY LISTED!
The entire group broke from their singing to grab the chairs, stand on the tables, and just dance to the music that was coming from nowhere. Krampus took the time to show off a bit, sure he couldn't allow himself to fly but a backflip off one of the tables and onto a chair wasn't too much, at least in his head it wasn't.
(BUDDY)
HOW CAN SANTA CLAUS?
(ALL OF THE FAKE SANTAS)
HOW CAN GOOD OLD SANTA
CLAUS?
(BUDDY)
BE A HOPELESS CAUSE?
(ALL OF THE FAKE SANTAS)
A TOTALLY HOPELESS CAUSE!
(BUDDY)
EVEN LITTLE CHILDREN
THINK THAT SANTA'S OVERRATED
I KINDA GET THE FEELING
THAT NEW YORK IS JADED!
(ALL OF THE FAKE SANTAS)
KINDA GET THAT FEELING, TOO!
The group of singers all formed together into a cancan line as they sang this part. Krampus was honestly enjoying this, just taking a break and complaining while singing and dancing. Sure it'd be weird if he did it anywhere but this world, but he was here and in the moment and ready for the next verse.
(EVERYBODY)
WELL, NOBODY CARES
NOBODY CARES
NOBODY CARES ABOUT SANTA
THE BRINGER OF BLISS
(BUDDY)
WHAT KIND OF WORLD IS THIS?!
(EVERYBODY)
WHERE NOBODY CARES ABOUT
WEARY, FED UP
READY TO HANG THE SLED UP
SANTA CLAUS
HO? HO? HO?
NO! NO! NO!
With that all the Santas had arranged the tables and chairs back to their original places, some even went back to the positions they were in before the song started.
He snuck out the back as everyone got back into place. He got his break, now to get anyone near or in the Pacific.
By the time Buddy discovered the crashed sleigh in Central Park Krampus was already gone, leaving some of the people of the world a bit of incentive to be nicer this year.