Decemberween in Different Universes Chapter 4: The Decemberween Carol Part I, a homestar runner fanfic

NOTE: Due to the whole Decemberween Carol story being like 9 pages long, for your convenience, I'll divide this story into two so you'll only read the beginning and Strong Bad's look in the past. Here is part one:

A Decemberween Carol - Part I

Seven years ago…

Strong Bad lost his best friend. His name was Dead Bad. He was now dead, dead as a doornail. His funeral was celebrated with great sadness, for a lot cared and liked Dead Bad, although he moved into Free Country half a year ago.

Back to the present…

Free Country, USA was snowing at the night of Decemberween Eve as Strong Bad and The Cheat were running away. The Cheat was running slower because he injured his leg.

"And stay out!" shouted the King of Town from his castle.

"The Cheat, why did you have to screw up our caper?" asked Strong Bad.

"(Cheatish noises)" replied The Cheat.

"Well, that was pretty obvious to see! Of course, you're so short and inferior, you couldn't see!"

"(Cheatish noises)"

"Well, I hope your 'leg' is hurt really bad! You deserve it! Don't come to my house, inferior!" shouted Strong Bad as he walked away, leaving The Cheat behind.

Then the opening credits appeared and opening music played as Strong Bad walked across the snowy field, passing by some people.

"Hey Strong Bad, mind if I can stay at your house? The gym's snowed in and I can't get in and…" began Coach Z.

"Whatever, inferior," said Strong Bad as he continued walking, leaving Coach Z in dismay.

Then he walked by Bubs' Concession Stand.

"Hey Strong Bad, I need some more money, wanna buy some crap?" asked Bubs.

"No, inferior," replied Strong Bad as he continued walking.

Then he walked by Senor Cardgage.

"Whoa! We meet again!" exclaimed Strong Bad.

"AAAAAAAAA! I'm the master of disguise!" shouted Homsar in his Senor Cardgage costume as "Senor Cardgage" donned a bowler hat.

"Ugh, it's weirdo, weirdly inferior," muttered Strong Bad as he left.

Soon, he arrived at Strongbadia. He noticed some spaces were clean of snow.

"Who did this?" wondered Strong Bad.

"Suwpwise, suwpwise!" said Homestar as he appeared with a scarf and hat.

"What the crap are you doing here?"

"I'm taking cawe of Stwongbadia. Take a look," said Homestar.

Strong Bad saw that Homestar tried to dig up the snow. Then he threw the snow at the Tire, Stop sign, and the Cinder block, making Strongbadia even worse.

"Oh yeah, whatever. Get lost!" shouted Strong Bad as Homestar ran away.

Then he entered his house, where he tripped Strong Sad and kicked Strong Mad's shin for the fun of it. He also deleted all emails on his Lappy 486 for fun, mostly because they kept on saying "Happy Decemberween, be nice to people! Signed, Anonymous" and stuff like that. Soon, he fell asleep on his couch.

"Lylat Wars, Star Flight, King's Quest, Mario Paint, some other old game," muttered Strong Bad in his sleep, until it felt cold.

"Brr. Jeez, I might have to think about wearing a shirt on Decemberween. Nah," said Strong Bad as he opened his eyes.

"What the crap?" asked Strong Bad, "Who are you?"

"What do you think? I am Dead Bad!" said the ghost of Dead Bad, who was shaped like Strong Bad, but he was all bones and had a scratchy voice and had bones of a ponytail (not that he didn't look like this when he was alive). He was transparent, unlike his alive self. He was also carrying a chain attached to his right hand for some reason.

"Wait a sec; are you the ghost at the beginning of the Christmas Carol movie? Man, you suck more than the actual ghost does," said Strong Bad.

"Well, you are going to be visited with three spirits of Decemberween! The first one will come on one-o-clock. And for conveniences and parodying purposes, the next spirit will come on two-o-clock, and the next one on the next hour, and you'll wake up some other time," explained Dead Bad. Then he disappeared.

"Well, that was at least weirder than Homsar on a daily basis. Back to sleeping," said Strong Bad as he tried to sleep, but couldn't mutter video game/computer game names.

On one-o-clock, a strange draft woke him up.

"What the crap? What the crap is that?" asked Strong Bad.

He was looking at Sickly Sam of 1936.

"Dead dude, aren't you supposed to be a dead dude, er, um, 68 years ago?" asked Strong Bad.

"Not tonight. I'm the spirit of Decemberween past," said Sickly Sam.

"Really, I thought Homsar was," muttered Strong Bad.

Suddenly, Sickly Sam grabbed Strong Bad and flew with him through time.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" screamed Strong Bad as he was being transported, painfully.

Then he landed in Free Country USA, but it was snowing a little. The trees in the background were smaller.

"Uh, where are we?" asked Strong Bad.

"We are in your past," replied Sickly Sam.

Suddenly, Strong Bad saw Little Strong Bad.

"Whoa! You are right. Hey, does this mean no one but you will notice me?" asked Strong Bad.

"That's right."

Then they saw a kid version of Homestar, a small guy with overalls, yellow shirt with a duck on it, and a hat too large for his head.

"Hey! You revealed that that kid's book was false! Now I have to make another flashback! Thanks a lot dead dude!" shouted Strong Bad.

"Hey Stwong Bad," began Little Homestar.

"It's Strong Bad. Strong. Not Stwong. But hopefully, your R's will get better," said Little Strong Bad.

"I said that? Geez, I need to gargle when I get back... in time," muttered Strong Bad.

"Anyway, hey Stwong Bad, wanna thwow snowballs at each othew?" asked Little Homestar.

"Okay!" replied Little Strong Bad.

Then they played a friendly game of tossing snowballs at each other. Suddenly, rock guitar music began playing as Little Strong Mad (er, well, smaller than his present version, wearing a light blue singlet) came.

"BEAT YOU UP! BEAT YOU UP!" shouted Little Strong Mad, whose voice hasn't changed at all.

"Oh no! We'we going to be beaten up!" exclaimed Little Homestar.

"Leave it to me. Hey big bro, I'll give you $5 if you don't beat us up," said Little Strong Bad as he gave Little Strong Mad his money.

"YAY!" shouted Little Strong Mad as he walked away.

"Thanks Stwong Bad! What was that $5 fow?" asked Little Homestar.

"The present for baby Strong Sad. Now what can I buy him? I have no money!" cried out Little Strong Bad.

"I can help! Hewe, have $5," said Little Homestar as he gave Little Strong Bad a $5 bill.

"Aw, thanks," thanked Little Strong Bad.

"Okay, what's the point of this crap?" asked Strong Bad.

"You were the nicest guy of Free Country," replied Sickly Sam.

Then they saw other times with Little Strong Bad helping Coach Z (with an afro) clean out the snow blocking the way to his gym. Then they saw Little Strong Bad buying a snow globe that said: "You're #1!" from Bubs Concession Stand for Baby Strong Sad, as well as taking care of him.

"Ugh, I'm feeling sick already! Can we move on?" asked Strong Bad.

"Oh all right," said Sickly Sam as they were about to see Little Marzipan.

Then they went through time again. But Strong Bad didn't come home. In fact, they arrived at a library in front of a table with a storybook: Strong Bad's Worst Decemberween by Leomard Sportsinterviews. It was in the summer, this year.

"Everyone loves the Strong Bad. He is a very nice guy," read the caption while there was a picture of Strong Bad in front of a star in the book.

"Ugh, where the crap are we?" asked Strong Bad.

"Shh," said everyone in the library as the librarian pointed to a "Be Quiet, or Else" sign.

"Just read the book," whispered Sickly Sam.

Strong Bad read the first page and turned to the next one.

"On Decemberween Eve, Strong Bad got a letter."

"The letter was from a very, very hot girl whose name was Beth."

"'Oh wow! She's sure a hot looking girl! I think I'll invite her over for Decemberween,' said Strong Bad."

"Then along came the Homestar Runner and his best friend, Pom Pom."

"'Hey Strong Bad! What'ya have?'said the Homestar Runner.

'I have a letter from a hot girl,' said Strong Bad."

"'I wanna hot girl!' said the Homestar Runner.

'Too bad, there's only one hot girl, and she's mine!' said Strong Bad."

"'Come on, you're a nice guy, so you can give me the letter from the hot girl!' said the Homestar Runner."

"Strong Bad could not hold up his kindness any longer."

"So Strong Bad losthis temper and mindand punched the Homestar Runner in the face."

"And then he threw a pin at Pom Pom, who deflated and wasn't seen for a month or two or three or four or a year."

"The next day, which was Decemberween, Strong Bad went to the Decemberween tree."

"There was a present for Strong Sad and a present for Strong Mad."

"But Strong Bad only got a lump of coal."

"'What? I'm nice and I get a lump of coal? That's it, I'm going to be mean and greedy and aggressive and all other bad stuff!' said Strong Bad."

"So Strong Bad became mean and was mean to all people instead of being nice to people on Decemberween."

"Knowing that being mean was easier than being nice, Strong Bad became as mean as ever. THE END."

"Well, that story sucked. Hey Sickly Sam, SICKLY SAM!" called Strong Bad.

Strong Bad was kicked out of the library. Then Sickly Sam, out of nowhere, grabbed Strong Bad and flew him back to his house on his couch.

TO BE CONTINUED...