Thanksgiving Omake~
Note: This fanfic is exaggerated reality so there will be odd events. Also characters may act out
of character, the narrators/authors' job for this fic is to put the characters into as many awkward
situations possible so please know to expect a lot of randomness. Oh, and the narrators' dialogue
will be written in play form.
Disclaimer: We do not own Elsword, the game, or any of the characters in this story, except the
narrators/authors and random faceless NPC people.
A/N: Sorry for the wait. School is really stressful, so we had our hands full for a while. Please enjoy~
Story Start~
With the cool weather, the drama club thought that it would be a wonderful/profitable
Miyoko: *cough cough*
idea to put on a heart-warming, family-friendly play centered around the joy of a delicious
Thanksgiving meal. All was going well, until all six of the main actors suddenly became immobile
due to various, unfortunate accidents. But fortunately, our lovely Elsword cast was very willing to
fill in (when academic points were involved). It took them a surprisingly short amount of time to
prepare and by opening night, they had memorized all of their lines and had all of their costumes
fitted…
A large crowd had gathered and the narrator, seated besides the stage, began to speak, "Ladies
and gentlemen, tonight, we are proud to present to you our own production of "A Family Dinner".
The rich, velvet curtains fluttered open to portray a pilgrim-like scene. Aisha came onto stage and
plopped down onto a rough wood chair. Rena flitted around the kitchen area.
She called out to Aisha, "Daughter Aisha? Would you mind helping me in making the apple pie for
the special dinner later today?" She "washed" the apples and "cut" them into smaller pieces.
Aisha sighed woefully and staggered out of the chair in grief, "Oh! But dearest Mother, isn't
Thanksgiving about the meat? Is it not about the hunt? The feeling of sinking your jaws into a
succulent slice of meat and savoring the fibers between your teeth?! Is it not, Mother?!" Aisha
became more passionate as her own opinions of meat began to seep into the lines.
Ivanna / Miyoko: The rants of a carnivore…
"Now, young lady, we will have no talk such as that in our humble home!" Rena puffed, and
then she sighed. "But, if you insist that you cannot help me with this, then you may season
and prepare the meat that your father brought home earlier." Aisha leaped joyfully into the air
and promptly rolled up her sleeves. "Oh! Aunt Eve, could you please help Aisha and make she
doesn't hurt herself?" Aunt Eve came casually onto the stage and proceeded to assist Aisha with
the meat. Rena sighed for the umpteenth time and called, "Raven dear, could you help me with
the apple pie?!" Raven hurried manlyly from backstage and stood like a dark horse behind Rena.
He simply nodded and they soon were churning out pies with military precision. Chung walked
out with Elsword in tow. Chung wore his prized Lex Luther Special Edition bald cap and a long
fake beard. He sat in a rocking chair and dozed off. Elsword sat awkwardly in a nearby chair and
watched everyone.
"Well now that everyone's done, let's set the table~" Rena smiled cheerfully. At that point, the
curtain closed. The narrator spoke, "The table was set and the food placed. The wonderful family
began to enjoy their dinner. The curtain rose again. Everyone was seated. Aisha and Elsword
each reached out and grasped a haunch of meat. They were about to eat them, when Rena
smacked their hands with a spoon. "Aisha and Elsword, we must always give thanks before
eating! Now then…" The makeshift family all folded their hands solemnly. "Now Elsword, you go
first and then we will go around the table."
"I give thanks for…" Elsword rocked back and forth in his chair, in deep thought. "I give thanks
for… my…" A brilliant thought struck him suddenly and he sat up quickly. "I know! I give thanks
for my sword!" He hefted the heavy blade ("Wow! That sword sure looks authentic!" thought the
audience.) onto the wooden table where it sliced the turkey right in half.
Ivanna: And the plate along with it…
Everyone, including the audience, gasped and Chung pretended to cough violently, in his act
as the old man. Rena stood suddenly and her face began twitching unnaturally. "Elsword, my
dearest son, would you mind not killing everyone before they give their thanks?" Rena's body
moved stiffly as she attempted to control her anger.
With that, Elsword knew that his life was in danger, so he answered in the safest possible
way, "Yes, dearest Mother." He managed to lift the deadly weapon off of the table only to have it
slam, half imbedded, into the wall. Elsword gulped and turned slowly to Rena, who took a great
deal of deep breaths. He frantically tried to think of a better, so-that-Rena-would-not-have-to-kill-
him reason. After about a minute, Elsword straightened his back and, sitting properly, stated, "I
give thanks for my height and how I am growing normally." He glanced swiftly at Aisha from the
corner of his eye and enunciated, "Unlike some."
Miyoko: Remember kids, don't try this at home~
Aisha pushed her chair away suddenly and came into a fighting stance. "What did you say?!" You
could feel the electricity in the theater. The audience was on the edge of their seats.
Toma and Echo, who were seated nearer to the front, stared intently at the stage. Echo turned to
Toma and asked sadly, "Do you think we will ever fight like that…?" Toma looked stunned, and
then seemed to become angry.
"OF COURSE NOT, YOU IDIOT! I WOULD NEVER TREAT YOU LIKE THAT BECAUSE…."
Toma stopped in mid-sentence, just realizing what he was saying. But it was too late. The
audience and actors turned to the childhood friends. They all seemed to have the same question
in mind. "Because…?" Toma was able to stammer out, "B-because I value you as a colleague."
Everyone squirmed with disappointment. Echo smiled. "I also value you as a colleague." Toma
tried to look away, but everywhere he looked, there were people. He finally resorted the staring
down at the floor. "I-idiot…"
Ivanna: Now let's take break to enjoy the fluffiness of this moment.
Miyoko / Ivanna: Awww~!
"Well, let us continue." Rena sat and cleared her throat. The audience glared daggers at Rena
for interrupting the moe-ness. "Well, we're on the time limit here, so we'll have to continue," she
stated. The audience agreed with her reasoning and calmed down. Aisha sat back down and had
a profound, wise expression on her face.
"I give thanks for… genetics." She coughed haughtily and peered across the table at Rena's –
you know what we're talking about. Elsword unsuccessfully stifled a snort from escaping. Aisha
huffed, "Of course a certain idiotic, noobish boy wouldn't understand." Sparks were flying again –
and not the good kind of sparks.
Rena's face twitched in a subtle manner, "Well! I give thanks for this simply lovely family." Patting
Rena on the head, Raven agreed. Aunt Eve just nodded.
Chung looked dazed and in a reverie. "I love and give thanks for this wonderful family. This scene
is so beautiful, that if I died right now, and I would be happy~" Apparently, the gods heard his
comment and decided to take it literally. Grandfather Chung fell – yes, fell – face first into a bowl
of mashed potatoes, stone dead. The audience screamed in horror. "NOOO! NOT THE FLUFFY
BUNNY BISHONEN! AND WAIT! ISN'T THIS SUPPOSED TO BE FAMILY FRIENDLY?!" The
family hung their heads in grief.
"At least he died happy…" Aisha whispered. Rena glided gently to the kitchen and wiped a tear.
She picked up an apple pie that she had made.
"We didn't even get to enjoy dessert with him yet…" Rena remarked sadly. Chung's head burst
suddenly from the starchy depths of mashed potatoes.
"Did you say apple pie?! Let me have some!" Chung eyed lasers at the apple pie that Rena was
holding limply in her hands. The audience was extremely surprised and shocked. One child,
probably one who played violent video games that involved surviving apocalypses, squealed, "It's
zombie grandpa!"
Miyoko: Left 4 Dead: Mom, Grandpa Came Back
"Yay! He's back!" Elsword and Aisha yelled as Chung shoved his face with pie. When he had
finished, Chung sighed, "Now I can die happy…" and without further adieu, flopped back into the
mashed potatoes.
Rena glanced gloomily back at the kitchen and sighed, "And I had many more pies to go…" Pies
were overflowing from the oven. Chung popped up again and smiled, "More please~!" The curtain
closed and reopened. The audience found a pile of about thirty pie tins and a very… well-built
Chung, holding his humongous "stomach"/ fat suit, which didn't really look convincing at all. He
stated thickly, "Now I can die happy…" However, his stomach was too big for him to manage
putting his face back into the thoroughly mashed potatoes, so he just closed his eyes. Rena went
to clean up the pie tins, when she noticed one square inch of pie in a tin balancing precariously
on top of the pile. Raven shuffled up, plucked the tin from its perch and handed it to Rena.
He sighed manlyly, "I guess that we will have to feed this to our dog…" Raven placed the tin on
the ground and opened the door to let the dog in. The dog panted and was about to consume
this very last piece, when a battle cry roared from the pile of bulging stuff that was Chung. Chung
rolled next to the dog and growled, "That's my pie!" The dog growled back…
~ Pokémon Battle Start ~
Chung uses I AM YOUR MASTER
It is INEFFECTIVE
Dog uses SUPER BARK
It is SLIGHTLY EFFECTIVE
Chung uses I AM A HUMAN TO WHICH YOU MUST OBLIGE
It is SLIGHTLY EFFECTIVE
Dog uses LOW GROWL
It is SLIGHTLY EFFECTIVE
Chung uses MOE BOMB SQUEAL
It is SUPER EFFECTIVE
Dog is unable to battle. Chung wins.
~ Pokémon Battle End ~
Chung stuffed the last piece of pie into his mouth and sighed in final happiness. "Hm…" Raven
was in deep thought. "I don't think I can manage to call the under taker here until tomorrow."
The curtain fell for the last time. The narrator announced, "And they all lived happily ever after,
for all, especially Grandfather Chung, had found true happiness." The audience was confused
and checked their pamphlets excessively. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the outer curtain
and the curtain concealing the backstage both fell. The sight was appalling. Lying on the floor and
leaning against the walls was the backstage staff, with food stains on their clothing and remnants
of pie smeared on their lips.
Miyoko: Well, how else were they supposed to get rid of the pie?
The actors were standing shocked stiff. Suddenly realizing that they had been cheated out of an
immense amount of pie, the audience rushed from their seats, forming a mob – an angry, hungry,
very hungry mob. Sensing danger, the Elsword cast tried to haul Chung and his fat suit out of
harm's way, but he was just too heavy. In despair, Raven pulled with all his might. "No man gets
left behind." But he still wouldn't budge. From the shadows, Oberon and Ophelia flew out and,
together with Raven, threw Chung back from becoming a Chung-cake. The actors calmed down
when they realized… "EHH?! OBERON AND OPHELIA WERE HERE ALL THE TIME?!"
Story End~
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please R&R, we appreciate your feedback. Tell us how you think of it, what you want to happen next(though we probally won't take your suggestion-since we already told the whole story-but its a worth a shot right? If its good enough we may edit it in...) constructive critism, and how w can improve. Thank you!