Harvest
Moon: The Bachelor
Two Girls, vying for Kurt's affection. One
will be left broken hearted and the other will be his bride. Dia or
Celia?
The
show started like the finales of past seasons had. The "Women tell
all" special. Of course, a new host was the obvious difference
this season. Former bachelor Jack sat in a big red chair with his
Latin lover Jeff. The two snuggled together as Jack started his
hosting duties. "Hello everyone! Welcome to Harvest moon: The
bachelor! It's finale night. A night I know all too well. As usual
we will hear from the eliminated ladies before starting the finale.
We'll hear their take on things. Unfortunately, the usual host
Hannah is not here. She's dead." Getting a signal from the
producer, Jack realized he had said too much. "Dead stuck, that is!
She's in the middle of traffic and won't be able to be here this
evening." Awkward laughter followed. "Now without further ado,
let's bring out the ladies of this season!"
The six ladies
walked out on stage. "They are: Muffy, Nami, Gina, Lyla, Gwen, and
Katie!" The audience cheered. When the ladies took their seats,
Jack started the questioning. "Katie, you were the last girl to be
eliminated. How are you feeling?"
Katie smiled, twirling a
strand of hair. "I feel great! Why wouldn't I?"
Jack
hesitated. "Well you were dumped on national television. Were you
hurt when he rejected you?"
Looking around confused, she
remained smiling. "No. I had a fun time, and the only reason why I
even got on the show is because I wanted to be on television and last
week when I watched the show, there I was! So it was a lot of
fun."
Jack sighed. He wanted to pry deeper. "How did you
feel before the shopping spree? Were you upset?"
Katie
shrugged. "I don't know."
Jack stared at her blankly.
"Okay, we're not going anywhere with this are we?"
Suddenly
the lights went out, and a scream was heard. When the lights were
back on, Katie was lying on the floor lifeless.
A young woman
raised her arm from the audience. "It was Jack, on the stage, with
a magic stick!"
Jack's eyes bulged. "This is not a game!
She's really dead! Somebody should help her..."
The woman
looked confused. "So this is not a murder mystery?"
Crickets
chirped and a tumble weed passed.
"It IS a murder mystery!"
The producer said, smiling awkwardly. Two men came in and dragged out
the body. "This is just a prank we played. Heh... She really is
safe."
Jack looked frantic. "Where is she? I swear that
was her. She was murdered!"
The producer glared at Jack.
"Indeed, whoever sold her that sweater surely murdered her
reputation."
Jack shook his head crying. "No, she
died!"
The producer nodded. "Yes, she dyed her hair. How
observant. Now let's continue with the interviews."
Traumatized, Jack ran off stage screaming.
The
producer shrugged and took Jack's seat. "I guess I'll be taking
over this job until he gets back. He had to go to the bathroom,
that's why he was screaming..." He shuffled his glance from side
to side, then continued the interviews. "Gwen, while you were on
the show people compared you to Ann, now known as the animal rapist
of Flowerbud. What do you think of these comparisons?"
Gwen
beamed. "Oh wow, what a compliment. Well, when I hear people
comparing me to her I'm quite flattered. I'm actually planning to
open an animal rescue center and I'd love it if she'd come and
visit sometime."
"Sounds delightful." The producer
looked at the giant cue card with his next question. It was quite
obvious he was reading, as his voice was monotone. "Now... is that
an r? Okay. Uh... Gwen, you made the final four. How did you feel
when you were rejected?"
Gwen sighed. "I was disappointed
but I've learned to cope with it. He's a loser anyway."
The
next question was directed to Lyla. "You have a very lovely singing
voice, and a real knack for writing songs. Are you planning to get
into the music industry?"
Lyla looked surprised by his
question. "Yes, I am. Right now I'm a florist but they say it's
a great stepping stone for getting into the music industry. Florists
are hot."
"Can you give us a treat, right now?"
Lyla
giggled. "Well okay." She stood and the lights dimmed. "I am
beautiful! I am free! I can see! I'm a flower! I take showers! Oh
look, a bird! You are a turd! What a nerd! Word!"
The
audience applauded politely.
Suddenly, Lyla ripped off her
long gown and revealed a glittery red bodysuit. The lights flickered
and she danced wildly. "And they say! Hey! Isn't it May? Yay! I
know a guy named Gray! Down by the bay! I am free!"
Lyla was
escorted off stage. Silence filled the studio. "Okay, well... Nami.
We haven't seen you since the very first episode. What are you up
to now?"
Nami glared at him. "You're weird."
Coughing
was heard from the audience.
"Where did the girl go? I
liked her better." Nami groaned. "You're just... weird."
More
coughing was heard.
Muffy smirked. "Don't worry Mister
host-man, I like you better." She giggled and winked flirtatiously
at him. "Room 111 at the Inn, don't forget."
Cough.
Cough. Cough.
"Oh my goodness, will you people just SHUT
THE FUCK UP." The producer lashed out. "Err... I mean, it's
time for predictions! Who will Kurt choose? Katie, who do you think
he will choose?" Realizing he had just asked a lifeless corpse, he
continued. "Okay, thank you. Lyla, who do you think he'll
choose?" Remembering Lyla was escorted off stage, he mentally
kicked himself. Two strikes. "Gwen?"
"I think he'll
choose Romana's cat."
"Okay then. Nami? Muffy? Gina?
Predictions?"
Nami crossed her arms. "I still think you're
weird."
Muffy giggled. "I don't really care who he
chooses, but won't you choose room 111?"
Gina sobbed.
"This is the first line I received in this entire finale, and it
will be my last! Oh cruel fate of mine..."
The producer
nodded. "Okay then, thank you ladies for absolutely nothing. Now,
let's get on with the show!"
Finale.
Celia.
Kurt
escorted Celia off the boat as they reached their destination: Flower
Bud Village. Walking along the docks, Kurt noted how small and quaint
the beach was. Completely deserted from any form of life. "I guess
We'll be spending the day here. What do you want to do
first?"
Celia looked around, a delirious look in her eye. "I
think we should find a virgin to sacrifice and bathe in her
blood."
Kurt was stunned. "Uh... We could do that but
let's go for a walk around town first. What do you say?"
Celia
smiled. "Okay! Sounds like fun! Well, no it actually doesn't. I
hate it here already. Do you like seeing me upset? I'm not even all
that upset. Well... maybe I am. I don't quite know yet, ask me
again in an hour." She stared blankly at the water. Kurt stood
beside her awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "Well, aren't
we going to find a virgin?"
The two walked up the trail
from the beach and immediately noticed a ranch. A young redheaded
girl was feeding animals. Celia's eyes widened. "Her. She's a
virgin. I want her."
Kurt looked at her strangely. "How
can you tell?"
Celia inhaled the cold air. "I can smell
it. Now, take her."
"Take her?"
Celia was
growing impatient. "We don't have all day. Well, we actually do.
But I don't feel like waiting. You know what happens when I have to
wait?" Her tone was threatening and sent him running into the
fields to speak with the redheaded girl. Celia wore her sick smile.
When Kurt returned, he shrugged. "Well?"
Kurt sighed.
"She wasn't interested."
Celia's face twisted. "That
cannot be. She's just afraid. I can smell her fear."
Kurt
shrugged. "I think she used the miracle cow potion on
herself."
Celia's face saddened. "Oh. I see. That must
be it. Well, we must find a virgin before night falls."
Next,
they noticed a nerdy looking librarian. She made her way down the
trail to the beach. She looked uptight. Kurt also noticed she looked
rather shy. "What about her?"
Celia shook her head. "No.
She's no virgin. That's a whore if I ever saw one."
A
drunk brunette singing gibberish was their next find. She had blonde
highlights that she insisted were real, despite how odd it seemed.
She was barely dressed in her lingerie when they noticed her
screeching. Her brown hair was messy, and her eyes glazed. Kurt
dismissed the girl. "She looks like a hooker."
"No.
She's a virgin." Celia noted. "She's the one I want."
Kurt approached the girl. "Hi there."
"Don't
talk to me so much!" She snapped at him.
Kurt backed away
slowly. "I don't think she really wants to join us."
Celia
grinned. "Hello Karen."
The girl shrieked in horror. "How
did you know my name?"
Celia's face dimmed. "I'm not a
stalker per se. More like an observer."
Karen looked
relieved, obviously satisfied from the half assed answer. "Oh.
Okay!"
Celia nodded. "We were wondering if you'd like to
join us. Would it be much trouble if I were to murder you and bathe
in your blood?"
Karen looked at Celia cautiously. "Well,
no. But..."
"But?"
Karen sighed. "I'd like
to have a drink before. You know, it being my last day alive and
all."
Celia nodded. "I suppose I understand."
After
Karen had her final beer, the trio retreated back to the beach to
perform the ceremony.
Celia closed her eyes and raised her
arms in the air. "Pigeons, can you hear me?" Just then, a swarm
of pigeons covered the woman from head to toe. The two bystanders
watched on mesmerised. "The pigeons have spoken, and they have told
me... that on a Sunday, filled with winter's grace and yellow
frost... the blood of a maiden will fall upon this beach." Celia's
eyes fluttered open. "Virgin. We can not do this ritual tonight for
it is not Winter. But I will be back. If Kurt chooses me, We will get
married and I will murder him. Then I will return in winter, until
then dear maiden. Goodbye."
Celia snatched Kurt's hand.
"Ouch, easy on the grip there..."
"Silence fool. It is
time for us to depart this world now." Celia beamed. Kurt stood
beside her afraid of what was to come...
Dia.
Dia
was disgusted when they reached their destination: Mineral Town. Kurt
guided her off the boat and onto the docks. He noticed that the beach
here was much larger and busier. "Well, here we are!"
Dia
groaned. "This is horrid."
Greg the fisherman greeted them
as they stepped onto the sandy beach. "Well aren't you a ray of
sunshine?" Dia growled. "Do you not recognize me? I'm Greg. I
was on Mineral Idol. I made the top one hundred. You are speaking to
a celebrity."
Dia suddenly looked pleased. "A celebrity?
How wonderful."
Kurt squinted, trying to remember Greg. "I'm
sorry. I don't remember you at all. I have cable, and I watched
that show religiously. You weren't on it. You were not on a single
episode. If I'm not mistaken, they have a website for it we can
search for you on..."
Greg huffed. "Are you calling me an
impostor? I am so insulted! Would you like to buy this fishing
rod?"
Kurt shook his head. "I am calling you an impostor!
And anyway, there was no top one hundred. There are only like twenty
people in Mineral Town." Pausing for a moment, he continued. "And
yes, I would love to buy that fishing rod."
Dia's face
stiffened. "You mean he lied about being famous?" Dia's eyes
burned with fury. "You will pay the ultimate price with your life.
Guards, kill him now!" Two men stormed into the scene and took him
away. Dia smiled cruelly. "I cannot stand liars. Especially if they
are poor. Now, let me burn his picture." She grabbed a portrait of
Greg that she had purchased on ebay. She didn't know how she knew
she would eventually need it, but was grateful she did. Lighting a
match, she set it on fire.
Kurt stared blankly. "Don't you
think this is unnecessary?"
Dia hissed. "I hate
impostors!" With that, she gathered his birth certificate and other
forms of personal identification and put it into a pile. Then she
threw his fishing rod on top of it. "I am enjoying this." She lit
yet another match, and burned the pile of things. Greg was gone, as
was any proof he even existed.
Kurt cried hysterically. "I
don't mind you getting him killed but did you have to burn the
fishing rod too?"
Dia clenched her fists. "Shut up
peasant. I've had enough of this garbage town. Get me out of here!"
Kurt scurried back into the boat as Dia looked around one
last time. "Good riddance, Now... raid this village!"
Weed
Ceremony
In a confessional, Dia revealed what was on her mind.
"I'm not nervous at all. If he doesn't pick me, I'll send
someone to kill him... and burn his portrait. Perhaps if there's
time, I can find one on ebay..."
Celia's thoughts were
much different. "I'm anxious to get tonight over with. I look
forward to sitting in the moonlight with a pigeon on my shoulder
while eating Kurt's eyelids. Ah, paradise."
The scene
was poorly decorated once again. This time, instead of raping the
Halloween décor, the producers used old Christmas lights and a
tree that shed a trail of leaves through town. Also, a giant life
sized Santa that was said to be an actual person.
Kurt stood
at his post under the mistletoe, waiting for the ladies to arrive. He
was nervous, but excited at the same time.
The first donkey
appeared in the distance. It was time.
Dia got off her
donkey. She wore a smug expression on her face. "I hope you bought
me a beautiful ring. Nothing cheap or fake goes on these fingers."
Kurt
smiled nervously. "Hello Dia."
Dia glared at him. "What
did you call me?"
"I mean Queen Dia of all that is
b-beautiful." Kurt stuttered.
Dia was satisfied with this.
"That's much better."
Kurt sighed. "You're rich,
you're beautiful, you'll likely have me killed if I don't
choose you but..." Dia's eyes watched him intensely. "You're
a bitch."
Everything went black.
Celia got off her
donkey gracefully. She took her place beside him, her eyes wide and
shifting from side to side. "Hello precious one."
"Hi
Celia." Kurt took a deep breath. "You know I adore you, and any
day of the week I'd love to help you murder someone and eat their
toenails with you but..."
"But?"
"I hate
pigeons."
An audible gasp was heard.
The scene went
dark and everything turned black.
Kurt had made his decision,
it wasn't an easy one either. "I'm sorry, but I don't think
this will work out. I'm eliminating you."
Dia was angrier
than ever. "You're eliminating me? You're eliminating me?!"
She stomped her foot. "I will not accept that! Do you know who I
am? You'll be sorry..." She took out a photograph of Kurt. "I'm
going to burn this, and you know what? I'll enjoy it. You're
ugly, you're poor and you do not photograph well. Good riddance!
Guards, you know what to do..." Dia turned around and smiled to the
cameras. "You see that? He didn't choose the beautiful smart rich
one. That is what crack does to you." Muttering curses under her
breathe, she held her smile and walked off. Kurt's screams were
heard, then some negotiating from the producers.
"If you
kill him once the show is finished filming, we'll even help."
"Deal."
The scene went back to the one between him and
Celia.
Celia sobbed lightly. "You should have told me, but I
forgive you. You won't be with the pigeons much where you're
headed anyway."
Kurt hugged her. "Celia. I choose you."
Celia nodded. "Good. Now Let's go. Our virgin is
waiting." The two walked off together, arm in arm.
The
Bachelor had ended.
Kurt and Celia were now a couple.
Dia
was still a raving spoiled bitch from satan.
And, the others
are currently residing at a mental institution.
With the
exceptions of Hannah and Katie, who were killed during the show's
process. But we are proud to say no pigeons were hurt during the
making of this show.
THE END.
