AN: Hello again. Thanks to everyone for reviwing! I made up this song with my friend whose name I won't mention in case of online predators. Real short, it's mostly just the carol. And merry early Christmas.
Chapter 3
Kairi, Sora, and the now-hairless Riku rehearsed all afternoon and indeed went caroling that night. Their first stop was at Selphie's house, as thanks for supplying the jump rope. They rang the bell and Selphie opened the door to find Sora, Kairi, and…some bald guy singing an...odd song.
"On the first day of Deathmas, my stalker gave to me a vulture in a dead tree.
On the second day of Deathmas my stalker gave to me two dying cats and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the third day of Deathmas my stalker gave to me three smoke bombs, two dying cats, and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the fourth day of Deathmas my stalker gave to me four pounds of crack, three smoke bombs, two dying cats, and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the fifth day of Deathmas my stalker gave to me OH MY GOD, four pounds of crack, three smoke bombs, two dying cats, and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the sixth day of Deathmas my stalker gave to me six drunken pirates, OH MY GOD, four pounds of crack, three smoke bombs, two dying cats, and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the seventh day of Deathmas my stalker gave to me seven poison apples, six drunken pirates, OH MY GOD, four pounds of crack, three smoke bombs, two dying cats, and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the eighth day of Deathmas my stalker gave to me eight pregnant zombies, seven poison apples, six drunken pirates, OH MY GOD, four pounds of crack, three smoke bombs, two dying cats, and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the ninth day of Deathmas my stalker gave to me nine bloody daggers, eight pregnant zombies, seven poison apples, six drunken pirates, OH MY GOD, four pounds of crack, three smoke bombs, two dying cats, and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the tenth day of Deathmas my stalker gave to me ten shrunken heads, nine bloody daggers, eight pregnant zombies, seven poison apples, six drunken pirates, OH MY GOD, four pounds of crack, three smoke bombs, two dying cats, and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the eleventh day of Deathmas my stalker gave to me eleven dirty needles, ten shrunken heads, nine bloody daggers, eight pregnant zombies, seven poison apples, six drunken pirates, OH MY GOD, four pounds of crack, three smoke bombs, two dying cats, and a vulture in a dead tree.
On the twelfth day of Deathmas my stalker gave to me twelve psychotic Santas, eleven dirty needles, ten shrunken heads, nine bloody daggers, eight pregnant zombies, seven poison apples, six drunken pirates, OH MY GOD, four pounds of crack, three smoke bombs, two dying cats, and a vulture in a dead tree."
"Erm, nice song. Wait…IS THAT YOU RIKU?! ZOMG YOU'RE BALD!" Selphie exclaimed excitedly. "I didn't recognize you! So the haircut plan really worked?"
"You were in on this?!" asked Riku incredulously. He let out a cry of frustration that sounded like this: "GAAHHHHRRGGFUKINFRIENDSMUSTAUSEDSELPHS JUMPROPEAAHFUKFUKFUK!!!!!!!!" Sora dragged him toward the next house by his enormously baggy pants, which were falling down again.
"Bye Selphie," Kairi called as she followed her friends.
At the next house, a small crowd gathered around to watch them sing. Unfortunately, the audience didn't receive them as politely as Selphie had. Some of them snickered at Riku's new hairstyle, some booed at the lyrics of The Twelve Days of Deathmas, and all of them threw rotten vegetables and eggs at the trio. The same thing happened at the next house, and the next, but the friends kept going in fear of having 500 years of bad luck. At some point they started singing "whore" instead of "vulture," which just made everyone throw harder. When they finally finished caroling at ten houses, the mob was so huge that Sora had to kill everyone with his keyblade to get through. They all went home and took hot showers (co-ed in Sora and Kairi's case). Riku finished before his friends because he didn't have to wash eggs out of his hair…and because he didn't participate in the make-out fest. All in all, the caroling was a huge failure, but at least they had escaped 500 years of bad luck.