Heh, heh. Just in time for the holidays! R&R oh, won't you?
On a snowy night…
One cold & cozy Christmas Eve…
Five .hackers prayed…
For what they'd receive.
One prayed for sweets.
"Chocolate jelly beans are what my gut needs!" The female wavemaster asked.
One prayed for bigger teats.
"and even more jaw dropping cleavage! Hee-yeah!" The pink-haired heavyblade agreed.
The young timid wavemaster had dreams…
I shall have him to tell us.
"If only Mia spent more time with me..."
"I have dreams, too."
…the Wiseman would say.
"I want my digimon deck to be like no other, for I shall become a master!"
Now the red twin blade, it would seem…
…was the saddest, depressed one.
He would regularly dream on a daily basis…
…of a certain... comatose friend.
"Oh, Orca! You've left me so… with these fools that are a no show. Won't my friend
ever come back again?"
…it was all that he sought.
"I'll stab you mercilessly with this founded fork! Nobody will ever find that damn dork!" The heavyblade complained.
But our hero would ignore....
…as he murdered monsters galore.
Thwarting his foes with his otherworldly powers…
…he would silently cower.
"Santa, O great one… I'll whisper, not shout. Please give me back my friend. I won't cry my eyes out."
Santa heard these sad wails…
…down from Skeith's hellish domain!
Skeith had thought, "I can please all but one filthy tick. Oh, how shall I carry this down being Saint Nick?"
Then he made up with an idea, gave a grin…
...laughing his socks off as the light grew dim.
So on that Christmas Eve of satire…
Skeith came bringing everyone's desires.
He came landing down with his sleigh…
...with the grunties that he had enslaved.
And so, he went to the beloved Christmas tree leaving presents…
Filling stockings with joys …
…precious treasures, and treats!
After his departure, everyone came running on their feet.
They settled at their tree, opening their gifts like mad little men.
A jar of chocolate jelly beans…
…for the sweet-tooth in need.
"Hurray! Even if this all goes into my thighs, I shall go cook my burnt fries!" Being her hyper self.
Elk got what may attract his feline friend …
"…Cat nip! Who would have thunk it?"
Wiseman immediately claimed his gift.
"I have the super-duper-mega-deluxe-neo-generations-EX deck! Fear me, I am unstoppable! Hey… .hack//ENEMY? What's this?"
It was all quite thrilling for our pals.
BlackRose peered in her stocking…
…and saw something in a small white bottle.
As she looked with delight…
"Certified Skeith breast enhancers that don't BS!"
…was her new prize!
…and t'was her chest a perfect size.
All the red twin blade received was a six pack of beer.
No one believed he would find Christmas cheer!
Disappointed, he threw the alcohol elsewhere…
"Hey, hang on there, Kite! There's somebody over there!"
Our fair maiden of hyper-ness pointed out to a shadowy figure.
The boy said…
"Orca!?!"
…and cried out.
"My buddy hath returned! Thank you, my suspect-able friend of dark powers!"
It was only then the boy hugged a doll stuffed with flowers.
"Wait-a-minute… who the hell are you!?"
The poor imitation of his well known friend had collapsed on its own…
…the boy surely would have shown…
"FURY!" He shouted out.
"I have been betrayed! I have been had! Christmas is only lies and wounds me dead!" He sorely said.
"Look over here, Kite! I have found a letter where we left cookies and milk." Our genius card player alerted…
The angry twin blade rammed his comrade out of the way…
…he took the letter with a simple sway.
The letter read:
"Merry Christmas, you boorish buffoon. Of course I'll never give him back to some goody-goody human! You are most definitely an idiot of stupidity if you think you'll ever see him again. If ya want some of this, you boar, then come to my underground lair of pain to settle the score!" -Signed, by the terror of death.
Provoked and eager, he crumpled up the letter. Tossing it aside and had a fiery flare.
"I shall have his derriere!" he declared.
"Aw, quit mourning over that oaf or you're in for a thwack. Instead, why don't you look at my rack?" BlackRose insisted he should, wouldn't we all if we could?
No, the twin blade shook his head that way...
…he hurried off to Skeith's domain to save the day!
There the boy stood in front of the chaos gate…
...in the aqua capital, he gave the keywords to his probable fate.
He arrived at last, presumably the North Pole he thought.
"No, this place is not!"
Er, Skeith corrected…
So the time has come where man and the higher being finally fought.
Oh? But what's this?
"Take this, and your crappy pills! They do not at all meet my fills!"
BlackRose came storming from the sky…
…and sliced through Skeith like pie!
"Gwaaaarrgghh… curses, you greedy bunch! Now suffer the wrath of my mighty
punch!"
"..." said his underling, a cat with a hat.
"What?! Now!?!? This is such a bitch..."
Kite & BlackRose only look at each other...
…most perplexed, yes, they were!
"'tis not your time to die. My master wishes her hair to be dyed. Later, dudes!"
Everyone paused and stared at each other in confusion how that can be possible.
"Skeith, stop dealing with these half-wits! Get your arse over here and stop being such a ditz!
…really, this get-up of yours sucks." It was the voice that everyone dreads.
All had fled, except the cat who wanted give a last gift.
"…"
She apologized for her friend harassing them.
Having heard what the boy wanted most…
...the cat pulled out his friend that loved to boast.
"Hey, Rookie! How long have I slept?"
"Not that it really matters; you're back alive and well!" Kite replied.
Orca gave him noogies and flicked his nose…
"Hah! I can't believe you fell for one of those!"
Despite the harsh-ness, Kite dealt with it and went back home.
Orca had followed, but BlackRose stood alone…
"Why does Kite push me aside? …I only wanted to please him this yuletide."
She dropped to her knees and felt tears coming from the eyes…
"ORCA, THAT BLOKE! HE HAS STOLEN MY LOVE, MY HOPE!"
The cat said, "…" and pulled out a sucker.
"Heh, there's always next time. Hey, it's candy! I love candy!"
And so, BlackRose felt not all was a big hop…
…she was contented enough with a lolli-pop!
Ah, what a thrilling Christmas this has been. Everyone is satisfied…
…well, mostly everyone.
In the house where the author resides, he pat himself on the back for such a surprise.
Man, I never thought these rhymes schemes would never end, but look me, I'm done!
So this is where it all comes to halt on this fic…
…I think I'll put those two favorable words that I've longed for.
So the author typed with all his might,
…
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THE END!