So. Since you folk are crazy, and I'm not tired, I'm going to write. XD

AND I'M SAYING IT NOW DAMMIT. NOMORECHRISTMASFICSKAY:-D

They're fun, but still. I have an after Christmas one which is cool, I'll switch it up a bit and itll work, AND THEN I have a New Years.

So lay off the Christmas, kay::loves::

You people made me happy after my funcrazyday.

AND you people must thank Aranel71390, who has the flipping Grinch memorized, and is the main source for the fic. XD

What If…

Vexen, despising all of Christmas, decides to ruin Christmas

for the rest of the Organization by sneaking into

their rooms and stealing their gifts?

((as suggested by ze lurvely OnlyinthisLight))

Vexen grumbled to himself as he poured over his work in the laboratory. So many experiments at once, it's a good thing I'm so organized, he grinned to himself, or nothing would ever get done!

"Number IV! Come up here, the Christmas Eve dinner is about to start!"

Vexen grumbled at the sound of The Superiors voice. Oh well, he sighed, standing. I guess these stupid little 'holidays' can't be helped. At least we get to drink on New Years, he thought darkly, reaching behind him and grabbing his drink. Unfortunately, he grabbed the beaker to the left of his drink, which held bright green liquid and was labeled 'The Grinch Formula.' He gagged and his eyes widened as he realized what he had drunk, but his countenance was overtaken, turning a slightly darker tint.

He snarled at the noise coming from upstairs. "There they are, playing their games and chatting away!" he snarled with a sneer. "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!" He dramatically slunked over to the stairs, listening upstairs. "I must find someway to keep Christmas from coming!" he growled, "All too well do I know what will happen when the Organization members wake up bright and early. They'll rush for their….toys…" he said, shuddering, "and then, oh, the noise, noise, noise!" He vaguely remembered the interesting sounds he remembered hearing from Axel's room the year before.

He snarled even more grinch-like than before. "And then those members young and old will sit down to a feast, and they'll feast and they'll feast, and they'll feast feast feast feast!" He smirked with an evil sneer. "I must stop this whole thing! Why for many years, I've put up with it now! I must stop Christmas from coming! But how?" He stood puzzled in thought.

He chuckled and went over to his 'Special Closet'. "I know just what to do!" Vexen said, with a laugh in his throat. "I'll pull out my 'special' Santa Claus hat and coat!"

He strolled into the middle of the laboratory, thinking some more. "All I need is a reindeer." He looked around the laboratory, but none were to be found. Did this stop Vexen? Bah! Vexen simply said, "If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead." Then, Vexen took a small beaker and tied a little antler to the top. "There!"

"Vexen! Get your ass up here or The Superior will turn you into a Dusk!"

Vexen growled, momentarily stripping off his coat and his hat. "I'll put this plan into fruition," he muttered, "you can be sure of that!"

----((You're a mean one, Number IV, you really are a heel!))---

After dinner, Vexen snuck away to his laboratory to finish his preparations. When all the Organization members had fallen asleep, he snuck upstairs with his reindeer, Todd, and some assorted bags to stuff the presents in.

"This is stop number one!" he whispered, standing outside Roxas' door. He quietly opened the door, and slithered and slunked with a smile most unpleasant, until he had gathered every last present. He cackled and snuck towards the door, when dear Roxas awoke with a loud lengthy snore. Vexen turned around and stopped in his tracks.

"Vexen," a slightly drunk Roxas said groggily, "what the hell are you doing?"

Vexen paused, an evil idea coming to him. "Why my dear Roxas!" he said, smiling cheerily. "This new keyblade has a chain that isn't hooked on quite tight! So I'm taking it back to my workshop to fix it up right!" He laughed merrily, shaking his belly.

Roxas stared at him, rubbing his eyes slightly before rolling over. "Whatever Vexen. Just finish your fantasy somewhere that isn't my room.

Vexen cackled and continued on his journey.

---((you're as cuddly as a cactus you're as charming as an eel, Number IV!))—

Vexen sat around with his mountain of presents, decided how to dispose of them in his laboratory. "They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!" he said, grinning happily. "They're just waking up; I know just what they'll do. Their mouths will hang open and they'll all cry, boo-hoo! That's a noise," grinned Vexen, "that I simply must hear!"

He stood near the stairwell to hear the conversation.

An obviously hung-over Axel was walking down to breakfast with Roxas, to meet with all the other confused members in the cafeteria.

"What the hell happened to my presents?" he said angrily.

Zexion sighed. "I guess they were stolen," he said, shrugging.

Roxas shrugged. "I can't remember anything," he said, rubbing his head.

Axel grinned. "You know the best way to heal a hangover is more liquor!" he cried, pulling out a case of beer. The rest of the members shrugged, finding no presents to open, decided to have another party like last night.

And Vexen stood at the foot of the stairs puzzling and puzzling, "How could it be so?" he wondered. "It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes, or bags!" He puzzled and puzzled and puzzled some more, and then Vexen thought of something that he hadn't thought of before. "Maybe Christmas," he thought, with a smile on his face, "doesn't come in a bag, but in a case!"

Vexen decided right then and there, that whatever Christmas was or it wasn't, he really didn't care. So he walked up the stairs with all the presents, full of glee, and shoved them back under the Christmas tree! Then, after apologizing to the other members for this drunken chore, he got so drunk that he forgot that he was had drank the potion, and became the sour Vexen we all know once more.

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ahha That was the Effed up How Vexen Stole Christmas. Look i even invented some of my own rhymes!

Once again.

MERRRRYYYYYCHRRIIISTMAAAAAAAAS!

freaky-hanyou