A Kingdom Hearts Christmas Carol
Yes, I am aware that some of the cast wasn't originally in KH, and I don't care about that. I don't own KH or the characters for that matter so lawyers, buzz off! Here's my crack at "A Christmas Carol" , and I hope you all enjoy it.
The Cast:
Ravenf6 as the narrator Ansem as Scrooge Professor Hojo as Jacob Marley's ghost Cloud as Bob Crachit Aeris as Mrs. Crachit Sora as Tiny Tim (or Little Sora,) Riku as Tim's older brother Kairi as Tim's older sister
Squall* as Fred *(I don't care for that "Leon" business of his) Rinoa as Fred's wife
Irvine, Zell & Selphie as Fred's guests Donald Duck as the Ghost of Christmas Past Cid as the Ghost of Christmas Present Sepiroth as the Ghost of Christmas Future
Zeus as Feziwig
Beatrix as Isabelle, Ansem's girlfriend
Philoctetes (Phil the satyr) & Adelbert Steiner as the collectors for the poor
Yuffie as kid one Tidus as kid two Wakka as kid three
Maleficent as the auctioneer Ursula as thief 1 Jafar as thief 2 Oogie Boogie as thief 3
Hades as the undertaker Zorn & Thorn as the gravediggers
Act 1:
Setting: City Streets, Ansem's counting house
Ravenf6: Our story begins on a cold Christmas Eve. And as I remember it, there were two businessmen of notice: Professor Sandoval Hojo, and Lord Ansem. It was seven years ago on this day, when Hojo died, leaving his partner the business. The fact of Hojo's death is something worth noting lest this causes confusion for the tale that I unfold to you.
Ansem, in a full coat and fancy hat starts across the street with a silver walking stick.
Ravenf6: Now Ansem was a well-off lord of this town, his business never faltering. However, he was as cold as the ice and sleet that fell from the sky that night.
Ansem: (assorted grumbling and muttering)
Ansem reaches his counting house and looks at the sign: "Ansem and Hojo's" with "Hojo" crossed off.
Ansem: Seven years it has been. Ah Hojo, you were a good man, swindling the poor, and making guinea pigs of them.. All in the same day, too (laughs ).
Scene2: Inside the cold, dark building, a shivering, spiky-haired man carefully tries to smuggle coal into a lone stove.
Ravenf6: Even though Ansem was proprietor, he still had some people work under him to keep tabs on his resources, one in particular. Mr. Cloud Strife was a poor man, barely scraping enough to feed his family. His is a lot that has apparently not improved during the past and certainly not of present..
Cloud: (thinking) How can he stand it ? It's freezing in here! I'm pretty sure he won't miss one single-
The door slams opens, taking him by surprise.
Ansem: Strife! (Cloud hastily puts some leftover coal aside) . What were you doing?
Cloud: Mr. Ansem, I. I was checking the stove.
Ansem: (growling) And why is there soot on your hands? Get back to work! The stove is fine as it is.
(Ansem sits at his desk, weighing his gold while Cloud opens a large book and begins checking figures and expenses)
Ravenf6: Yes. Ansem was a cruel man. Some say the most despicable to ever walk the earth. The only real pleasure he had was counting up his money. Keeping it to himself was his only love.
Ansem: Hmm. 13040.. 13050.. 13060.yes, life is good.
Ravenf6: And so began another cold silent night as unusual. Soon though, there came a knock at the door.
Ansem: Answer it.
Cloud opens the door
Ravenf6: When the door was opened, a belligerent (and scared), yet shining face entered the room. It was Ansem's nephew, Squall, who had come bearing Christmas cheer and a wreath.
Squall: . Why's is it so dead in here? Even I don't get this gloomy.
Cloud: It's good to see you, Master Squall. How've you been?
Squall: Couldn't be better, Cloud. And a Merry Christmas to you and your family.
Ansem: Christmas? (Harrumph!) humbug!
Squall: "Christmas a humbug?" Have you been researching the Heartless again, Uncle Ansem?
Ansem: Indeed. But I don't need that to know Christmas is a humbug.
Squall: Well, anyhow I got something for you.
Squall gives Ansem the wreath
Ansem: Humph! Christmas. the one day of the year where fools celebrate without there being good reason, when workers practically steal from their bosses for some damn fool idyllist day off.
Squall: . I think you need a new hobby, Uncle.
Ansem: Fie! If it were up to me, all fools who go about with this "Merry Christmas" would be boiled in his own pudding, hanged by his own stocking, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart (throws the wreath to the side)!!
Squall:.. That's funny since your other line of work involves removing hearts from them.
Ansem: You're right, perhaps I should drive it through beforehand.
Squall: That's just sick!
Cloud: Maybe that idea sounds sick, but Christmas is a time of being together with family, being thankful for what you have, even if your lot isn't as good as you'd want.
Squall: I also came to invite you to Christmas Dinner.
Ansem: . Your point being?
Squall: It's gonna be great: We're having roasts, pies, and all sorts of good stuff.
Ansem: And I suppose that you would enjoy this squander of good money?
Squall: Maybe you'd call it that, but I'd say it's a good time. So what do you say?
Ansem: . I'll think it over. Good day, nephew.
Squall: Merry Christmas, Uncle (leaves).
Ansem: What a fool.
Ravenf6: It seemed that now, after Squall's visit the counting house regained its gloom and shadow. That was until a half hour later when someone again knocked on the door.
Ansem opens the door and finds a middle-aged man in full armor, and a satyr at his doorstep.
Ansem: What do you two want?
Steiner: Good day to you, Ansem. My associate and I are collecting money to build a new orphanage.
Ansem: Aren't there enough jailhouses to take care of that problem?
Philoctetes: Don't change the subject, tall-dark-and-sinister. All me and Tin Man are doin' here is askin' to see how much we can put you down for.
Ansem: Silly goat-man. Do you honestly think I'd pay for such a thing? Let the poor rot outside; the sooner the better! Their deaths would serve to decrease the surplus population and free up jobs for the others.
Steiner: How dare you speak such blasphemy?? I ought to tear you to pieces!
Philoctetes: Whoa! Reign it in, hot head! We're getting nowhere fast.
Ansem: However. This IS something I can offer you.
Steiner: Really?
Philoctetes: Any little bit helps, old man.
Ansem takes the wreath and shoves it down Phil's body, pinning his arms to his sides.
Ansem: Ha ha ha. This I sorely needed! (Laughs)
Phil: (bleats and snorts angrily) I'll give ya something you sorely need!!
Steiner: Phil! Calm down!
Phil and Steiner leave, and Ansem slams the door.
Ansem: See what this world is coming to, Strife?
Cloud: .?
Ansem: You work your life just to earn money. and people want you to give it away? If such were the way of the world, all would suffer a fool's dream.
Ravenf6: The couple of hours passed silently, save for the ticking of the nearby clock and scratching of pens. Cloud peeped a look at the clock and found it well about time to go. He closed his book, rested his pen and made to sneak out, but Ansem was already looking at his pocket watch.
Ansem:. Hmm.. It's two minutes fast..
Cloud resumed working almost immediately.
Ansem: (pockets his watch) Never mind those two minutes Strife, you may go now.
Cloud: Thank you, kind sir. may I ask you something?
Ansem: (irritated).. I suppose you want tomorrow off, don't you?
Cloud: Well, it is Christmas after all.
Ansem: Very well, but be sure to come earlier the next day, or else you'll regret asking for the day off.
Cloud: As you wish. And a Merry Christmas to you, sir. (leaves)
Ansem: (shakes his head) Bah.
Scene 3: the city streets outside of Hallow Bastion
Ravenf6: It was 6 o'clock when Ansem closed shop for the day. Snow began to fall as he trekked his way home. On the streets leading to the castle called Hallow Bastion, three children were playing in the snow.
Yuffie: Ha! You two slowpokes couldn't catch cold.
Wakka: Oh that does it: you're snow fodder! (Throws a snowball)
Tidus: Hey Wakka.
Wakka:? (takes a face full of snow) !!!
Tidus: (laughs) You should have seen your face!
Ansem: Oh really? You should see the look on yours.
Tidus: Run for it! It's old man Ansem!!
During the confusion, Yuffie accidentally throws a snowball at Ansem's head, knocking his hat off his head.
Ansem: Why you dirty, little- No! not the hat!
A carriage passes by and squashes the hat.
Ansem: Grr. You little brats: the plumes on that hat come from red chocobo feathers: They're extremely hard to come by!
Yuffie: (meekly) Uhhh.. it was an accident?
Ansem grins wickedly.
Ansem: Such actions need to be punished. I could have you thrown in jail.
Wakka: Hey! You can't do that!
Tidus: That's ridiculous!
Ansem: However. There is a way for you to avoid such a fate.
Yuffie: I didn't squash your hat. So nothin' doin'!
A group of shadow heartless emerges and begins to close in on the kids.
Yuffie: Um, I mean what did you have in mind?
Scene changes to the castle foyer
Taking the elevator to the snow-capped castle, Ansem leads his prey to the tool shed.
Ansem: As you saw on the way up, the outside corridors are covered in snow. I want you three to clean them up.
Yuffie: Are you serious?! That's three feet of snow and who knows how many feet of corridors you've got here!
Ansem: Would you rather become my new test subjects?
Yuffie:.. All right. (thinking) I hate this old fart.
Wakka: This stinks.
Tidus: Aw, we're going to be here all night!
Ansem: And should you fail to finish by dawn, I'm always looking for someone to experiment with my new Guard Armor Heartless.
Without a word, Yuffie, Tidus, and Wakka grab snow shovels and begin their torturous labor.
Scene 5: Ansem's chambers.
Ravenf6: During his partnership with Hojo, Ansem began experimenting with a race of creatures called the Heartless. They made a large fortune loaning these creatures of darkness to neighboring countries at war. Ansem was spending Christmas as he always had, eating a bowl of cold gruel by the fire place, alone in his cavernous home. But little to his knowledge, this was only the beginning of a long night.
????: (Ghostly moans and wails)
Ansem: (looks around) Who's there?
No response.
Ansem: . Stupid kids.
Feeling tired, Ansem takes to the stairs. A shadow cast on the wall begins to reach out for him when he turns around to find nothing. Going further up the steps, Ansem begins to feel uneasy.
Ansem:.. Maybe I should hold off that test run for a few days.
????: (more ghostly moans, somewhat louder than before)
Ansem: Okay, maybe I should just cancel the test altog-
????" (ghostly whisper) Ansem.
Ansem turns around to find a bizarre shadow on the wall.
Ansem: Yaaagh! (sprints up the stairs into his room and bars the door shut.) . maybe I'm not getting enough sleep like I should.
Outside the door, the wails continue.
????: Ansem..
Ansem: Go away, whatever you are!
Ravenf6: The voice rises as a dark shadow and begins to take the form of a middle-aged man bound in chains. The ghost of Ansem's partner: Professor Hojo.
Ansem: .. Who are you?
Hojo: Who am I? In life, I was your old partner, Sandoval Hojo.
Ansem: What happened to you all these years? You look terrible.
Hojo: I'm dead, what did you expect, wings and a harp?
Ansem: What are those chains you wear?
Hojo: Ansem, do you remember when I was alive I robbed the poor and made them into our test subjects?
Ansem: Yes. We called it our Desperate Intervention Clause. Oh , the suckers who fell for it. That was good business.
Hojo: "Business?" No, Ansem. Mankind should have been my business. These chains you see are forged from the sins I committed in life, and have kept me bound to this earth in a state of eternal despair and damnation.
Ansem: But why have you come, tonight of all nights, old friend?
Hojo: I have come to warn you, so that you can escape my curse. I see the chains set for you and they look far more unpleasant than my own.
Ansem: This can't be true. You're not Hojo; just a nightmare caused by stale gruel
Hojo: (changes into his Hellatic Hojo form) A NIGHTMARE, AM I? I COME TO GIVE YOU WHAT MAY BE YOUR ONLY CHANCE FOR SALVATION!!
Ansem: All right, all right. I'm listening. Is death that bad?
Hojo (reverts to his human form) Indeed, but far worse still. I regret using the poor to aid our experiments.
Ansem: (shudders) What must I do to avoid such terror?
Hojo: Tonight three spirits other than myself will visit you. Listen to their wisdom if you wish to safe yourself.
The clock chimes 7:30.
Hojo: My time grows short I must go join the other lost souls. Take heed of my warning and expect the first ghost at the stroke of 10:00. Farewell, Ansem (fades away)
Ansem:.. It must be the gruel.
Ansem checks all over his bed for anything weird.
Ansem: (Scoffs) Spirits, hah!
He climbs into his bed snuffs out the candle..
Ansem: Humbug.
And closes the drapes on his bed and retire to sleep..
End of Act 1
You know something folks? In spite of my accursed writer's block, I never thought writing something, especially an attempt from something so immortal would feel so good.
I'll be writing act 2 soon. I would appreciate in the meantime, a few reviews along with the indulgence of your reading. Until the next time, I bid you adieu and happy holidays.
-Ravenf6
Yes, I am aware that some of the cast wasn't originally in KH, and I don't care about that. I don't own KH or the characters for that matter so lawyers, buzz off! Here's my crack at "A Christmas Carol" , and I hope you all enjoy it.
The Cast:
Ravenf6 as the narrator Ansem as Scrooge Professor Hojo as Jacob Marley's ghost Cloud as Bob Crachit Aeris as Mrs. Crachit Sora as Tiny Tim (or Little Sora,) Riku as Tim's older brother Kairi as Tim's older sister
Squall* as Fred *(I don't care for that "Leon" business of his) Rinoa as Fred's wife
Irvine, Zell & Selphie as Fred's guests Donald Duck as the Ghost of Christmas Past Cid as the Ghost of Christmas Present Sepiroth as the Ghost of Christmas Future
Zeus as Feziwig
Beatrix as Isabelle, Ansem's girlfriend
Philoctetes (Phil the satyr) & Adelbert Steiner as the collectors for the poor
Yuffie as kid one Tidus as kid two Wakka as kid three
Maleficent as the auctioneer Ursula as thief 1 Jafar as thief 2 Oogie Boogie as thief 3
Hades as the undertaker Zorn & Thorn as the gravediggers
Act 1:
Setting: City Streets, Ansem's counting house
Ravenf6: Our story begins on a cold Christmas Eve. And as I remember it, there were two businessmen of notice: Professor Sandoval Hojo, and Lord Ansem. It was seven years ago on this day, when Hojo died, leaving his partner the business. The fact of Hojo's death is something worth noting lest this causes confusion for the tale that I unfold to you.
Ansem, in a full coat and fancy hat starts across the street with a silver walking stick.
Ravenf6: Now Ansem was a well-off lord of this town, his business never faltering. However, he was as cold as the ice and sleet that fell from the sky that night.
Ansem: (assorted grumbling and muttering)
Ansem reaches his counting house and looks at the sign: "Ansem and Hojo's" with "Hojo" crossed off.
Ansem: Seven years it has been. Ah Hojo, you were a good man, swindling the poor, and making guinea pigs of them.. All in the same day, too (laughs ).
Scene2: Inside the cold, dark building, a shivering, spiky-haired man carefully tries to smuggle coal into a lone stove.
Ravenf6: Even though Ansem was proprietor, he still had some people work under him to keep tabs on his resources, one in particular. Mr. Cloud Strife was a poor man, barely scraping enough to feed his family. His is a lot that has apparently not improved during the past and certainly not of present..
Cloud: (thinking) How can he stand it ? It's freezing in here! I'm pretty sure he won't miss one single-
The door slams opens, taking him by surprise.
Ansem: Strife! (Cloud hastily puts some leftover coal aside) . What were you doing?
Cloud: Mr. Ansem, I. I was checking the stove.
Ansem: (growling) And why is there soot on your hands? Get back to work! The stove is fine as it is.
(Ansem sits at his desk, weighing his gold while Cloud opens a large book and begins checking figures and expenses)
Ravenf6: Yes. Ansem was a cruel man. Some say the most despicable to ever walk the earth. The only real pleasure he had was counting up his money. Keeping it to himself was his only love.
Ansem: Hmm. 13040.. 13050.. 13060.yes, life is good.
Ravenf6: And so began another cold silent night as unusual. Soon though, there came a knock at the door.
Ansem: Answer it.
Cloud opens the door
Ravenf6: When the door was opened, a belligerent (and scared), yet shining face entered the room. It was Ansem's nephew, Squall, who had come bearing Christmas cheer and a wreath.
Squall: . Why's is it so dead in here? Even I don't get this gloomy.
Cloud: It's good to see you, Master Squall. How've you been?
Squall: Couldn't be better, Cloud. And a Merry Christmas to you and your family.
Ansem: Christmas? (Harrumph!) humbug!
Squall: "Christmas a humbug?" Have you been researching the Heartless again, Uncle Ansem?
Ansem: Indeed. But I don't need that to know Christmas is a humbug.
Squall: Well, anyhow I got something for you.
Squall gives Ansem the wreath
Ansem: Humph! Christmas. the one day of the year where fools celebrate without there being good reason, when workers practically steal from their bosses for some damn fool idyllist day off.
Squall: . I think you need a new hobby, Uncle.
Ansem: Fie! If it were up to me, all fools who go about with this "Merry Christmas" would be boiled in his own pudding, hanged by his own stocking, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart (throws the wreath to the side)!!
Squall:.. That's funny since your other line of work involves removing hearts from them.
Ansem: You're right, perhaps I should drive it through beforehand.
Squall: That's just sick!
Cloud: Maybe that idea sounds sick, but Christmas is a time of being together with family, being thankful for what you have, even if your lot isn't as good as you'd want.
Squall: I also came to invite you to Christmas Dinner.
Ansem: . Your point being?
Squall: It's gonna be great: We're having roasts, pies, and all sorts of good stuff.
Ansem: And I suppose that you would enjoy this squander of good money?
Squall: Maybe you'd call it that, but I'd say it's a good time. So what do you say?
Ansem: . I'll think it over. Good day, nephew.
Squall: Merry Christmas, Uncle (leaves).
Ansem: What a fool.
Ravenf6: It seemed that now, after Squall's visit the counting house regained its gloom and shadow. That was until a half hour later when someone again knocked on the door.
Ansem opens the door and finds a middle-aged man in full armor, and a satyr at his doorstep.
Ansem: What do you two want?
Steiner: Good day to you, Ansem. My associate and I are collecting money to build a new orphanage.
Ansem: Aren't there enough jailhouses to take care of that problem?
Philoctetes: Don't change the subject, tall-dark-and-sinister. All me and Tin Man are doin' here is askin' to see how much we can put you down for.
Ansem: Silly goat-man. Do you honestly think I'd pay for such a thing? Let the poor rot outside; the sooner the better! Their deaths would serve to decrease the surplus population and free up jobs for the others.
Steiner: How dare you speak such blasphemy?? I ought to tear you to pieces!
Philoctetes: Whoa! Reign it in, hot head! We're getting nowhere fast.
Ansem: However. This IS something I can offer you.
Steiner: Really?
Philoctetes: Any little bit helps, old man.
Ansem takes the wreath and shoves it down Phil's body, pinning his arms to his sides.
Ansem: Ha ha ha. This I sorely needed! (Laughs)
Phil: (bleats and snorts angrily) I'll give ya something you sorely need!!
Steiner: Phil! Calm down!
Phil and Steiner leave, and Ansem slams the door.
Ansem: See what this world is coming to, Strife?
Cloud: .?
Ansem: You work your life just to earn money. and people want you to give it away? If such were the way of the world, all would suffer a fool's dream.
Ravenf6: The couple of hours passed silently, save for the ticking of the nearby clock and scratching of pens. Cloud peeped a look at the clock and found it well about time to go. He closed his book, rested his pen and made to sneak out, but Ansem was already looking at his pocket watch.
Ansem:. Hmm.. It's two minutes fast..
Cloud resumed working almost immediately.
Ansem: (pockets his watch) Never mind those two minutes Strife, you may go now.
Cloud: Thank you, kind sir. may I ask you something?
Ansem: (irritated).. I suppose you want tomorrow off, don't you?
Cloud: Well, it is Christmas after all.
Ansem: Very well, but be sure to come earlier the next day, or else you'll regret asking for the day off.
Cloud: As you wish. And a Merry Christmas to you, sir. (leaves)
Ansem: (shakes his head) Bah.
Scene 3: the city streets outside of Hallow Bastion
Ravenf6: It was 6 o'clock when Ansem closed shop for the day. Snow began to fall as he trekked his way home. On the streets leading to the castle called Hallow Bastion, three children were playing in the snow.
Yuffie: Ha! You two slowpokes couldn't catch cold.
Wakka: Oh that does it: you're snow fodder! (Throws a snowball)
Tidus: Hey Wakka.
Wakka:? (takes a face full of snow) !!!
Tidus: (laughs) You should have seen your face!
Ansem: Oh really? You should see the look on yours.
Tidus: Run for it! It's old man Ansem!!
During the confusion, Yuffie accidentally throws a snowball at Ansem's head, knocking his hat off his head.
Ansem: Why you dirty, little- No! not the hat!
A carriage passes by and squashes the hat.
Ansem: Grr. You little brats: the plumes on that hat come from red chocobo feathers: They're extremely hard to come by!
Yuffie: (meekly) Uhhh.. it was an accident?
Ansem grins wickedly.
Ansem: Such actions need to be punished. I could have you thrown in jail.
Wakka: Hey! You can't do that!
Tidus: That's ridiculous!
Ansem: However. There is a way for you to avoid such a fate.
Yuffie: I didn't squash your hat. So nothin' doin'!
A group of shadow heartless emerges and begins to close in on the kids.
Yuffie: Um, I mean what did you have in mind?
Scene changes to the castle foyer
Taking the elevator to the snow-capped castle, Ansem leads his prey to the tool shed.
Ansem: As you saw on the way up, the outside corridors are covered in snow. I want you three to clean them up.
Yuffie: Are you serious?! That's three feet of snow and who knows how many feet of corridors you've got here!
Ansem: Would you rather become my new test subjects?
Yuffie:.. All right. (thinking) I hate this old fart.
Wakka: This stinks.
Tidus: Aw, we're going to be here all night!
Ansem: And should you fail to finish by dawn, I'm always looking for someone to experiment with my new Guard Armor Heartless.
Without a word, Yuffie, Tidus, and Wakka grab snow shovels and begin their torturous labor.
Scene 5: Ansem's chambers.
Ravenf6: During his partnership with Hojo, Ansem began experimenting with a race of creatures called the Heartless. They made a large fortune loaning these creatures of darkness to neighboring countries at war. Ansem was spending Christmas as he always had, eating a bowl of cold gruel by the fire place, alone in his cavernous home. But little to his knowledge, this was only the beginning of a long night.
????: (Ghostly moans and wails)
Ansem: (looks around) Who's there?
No response.
Ansem: . Stupid kids.
Feeling tired, Ansem takes to the stairs. A shadow cast on the wall begins to reach out for him when he turns around to find nothing. Going further up the steps, Ansem begins to feel uneasy.
Ansem:.. Maybe I should hold off that test run for a few days.
????: (more ghostly moans, somewhat louder than before)
Ansem: Okay, maybe I should just cancel the test altog-
????" (ghostly whisper) Ansem.
Ansem turns around to find a bizarre shadow on the wall.
Ansem: Yaaagh! (sprints up the stairs into his room and bars the door shut.) . maybe I'm not getting enough sleep like I should.
Outside the door, the wails continue.
????: Ansem..
Ansem: Go away, whatever you are!
Ravenf6: The voice rises as a dark shadow and begins to take the form of a middle-aged man bound in chains. The ghost of Ansem's partner: Professor Hojo.
Ansem: .. Who are you?
Hojo: Who am I? In life, I was your old partner, Sandoval Hojo.
Ansem: What happened to you all these years? You look terrible.
Hojo: I'm dead, what did you expect, wings and a harp?
Ansem: What are those chains you wear?
Hojo: Ansem, do you remember when I was alive I robbed the poor and made them into our test subjects?
Ansem: Yes. We called it our Desperate Intervention Clause. Oh , the suckers who fell for it. That was good business.
Hojo: "Business?" No, Ansem. Mankind should have been my business. These chains you see are forged from the sins I committed in life, and have kept me bound to this earth in a state of eternal despair and damnation.
Ansem: But why have you come, tonight of all nights, old friend?
Hojo: I have come to warn you, so that you can escape my curse. I see the chains set for you and they look far more unpleasant than my own.
Ansem: This can't be true. You're not Hojo; just a nightmare caused by stale gruel
Hojo: (changes into his Hellatic Hojo form) A NIGHTMARE, AM I? I COME TO GIVE YOU WHAT MAY BE YOUR ONLY CHANCE FOR SALVATION!!
Ansem: All right, all right. I'm listening. Is death that bad?
Hojo (reverts to his human form) Indeed, but far worse still. I regret using the poor to aid our experiments.
Ansem: (shudders) What must I do to avoid such terror?
Hojo: Tonight three spirits other than myself will visit you. Listen to their wisdom if you wish to safe yourself.
The clock chimes 7:30.
Hojo: My time grows short I must go join the other lost souls. Take heed of my warning and expect the first ghost at the stroke of 10:00. Farewell, Ansem (fades away)
Ansem:.. It must be the gruel.
Ansem checks all over his bed for anything weird.
Ansem: (Scoffs) Spirits, hah!
He climbs into his bed snuffs out the candle..
Ansem: Humbug.
And closes the drapes on his bed and retire to sleep..
End of Act 1
You know something folks? In spite of my accursed writer's block, I never thought writing something, especially an attempt from something so immortal would feel so good.
I'll be writing act 2 soon. I would appreciate in the meantime, a few reviews along with the indulgence of your reading. Until the next time, I bid you adieu and happy holidays.
-Ravenf6