A
Poofmas
Carol
(By "I love da word 'Poof'" Zarla)
(Warning: I'm not responsible fer any mental damage caused by readin this fic.)
This is the story about a man who had an experience...
An experience that taught him a very important lesson...
Even if you're generally a good person, that doesn't mean ghosts can't come and scare the living fudge out of you.
I know you're all dying to know what I'm talking about.
So let's get this over with, eh?
~~~
A man, wrapped in a dark coat that looks almost suspiciously like a labcoat, was walking down the streets of a city, the snow crackling underfoot. He was smiling, happy, and generally seemed to be in a good mood.
A person lying on the streets grabbed at him as he passed by. "Please...could you spare some money...?"
"Sure!" He reached in his pocket and gave the bum about twenty dollars, then continued walking.
The bum pocketed it and then shouted after him "Curse you, Prof. Denka! Your miserly ways will haunt you someday! You'll regret not caring for those below you!"
Prof. Denka turned around, confused. "What? I gave you money, didn't I?"
"Stop your verbal abuse! It's not MY fault!" The bum stood and ran away, sobbing. Prof. Denka shrugged his shoulders.
It had been almost one year to the day since his business partner, Namida Hana Nokori Kagakusha, had passed away. He actually wasn't all that sad. She was rather psychotic and cruel to everyone she knew. He wondered why she ever joined his business, which was a charity house for the poor.
He also wondered why everyone misinterpreted everything he said. He shrugged.
After all, it was Christmas. Christmas does strange things to people.
Stepping up to the door of his shop, he shook some snow out of his poofy hair and walked in, seeing his one employee stoking a iron fireplace. He waved to him cheerily.
"Hello, Drak!"
"Hello, Prof. Denka." As if fearful of his presence, Drak stepped away. "I fixed everything like you said."
"Good, good." Prof. Denka nodded and smiled at him, sitting in his chair. Drak slowly approached him.
"Um, Prof. Denka..."
"Yes?"
"I was wondering...my...uh..." Drak then coughed loudly, through which the word "boyfriend" could be heard. "Well, he's very sick...I was hoping that I could go home on Christmas to take care of him..."
"Sure!" Prof. Denka began working on some papers in front of him. As if thinking of something, he reached inside his pocket and pulled out some money, giving it to Drak. "Take this for good measure. I hope he gets better soon."
Drak looked heartbroken as he took the money. "Oh, I understand. I'll be here on Christmas morning...even though my poor..."
"I said you could go home-" Prof. Denka looked at him, confused. Drak burst into tears and ran out the door.
"Why does that always happen?" Prof. Denka shrugged and continued working on some of his papers.
Disjointed and off-key singing drifted through the open window of the store. Curious, Prof. Denka walked towards the window, looking outside.
Standing in the snow were a fox and cat, both singing loudly. The fox was wearing a llama-print jacket while the cat wore an army print, and they apparently were both trying to drown the other out.
"ANGELS WE HAVE HEARD ON HIIIIIIGH, GLOOOOOOOOOOOORIAAAAAAA! KAKETE YUME, DOMADO MUNE-"
"Very nice, very nice." Prof. Denka winced. The two laughed at him.
"Glad you like it!"
"My singin's better!"
The cat threw the vixen into a snowdrift. "Well, we're really not here to sing. We're here to collect some money for our charity!"
"It's fer da Anthropomorphic Animal Writers Guild. We're on strike." The vixen sat up. "We really shouldn't be here, actually."
"Sure, I'll donate. What're your names?"
"Soshi!"
"Zarla!"
"You don't have to be so mean about it." Soshi crossed her arms. "If you don't want to donate then fine."
"But I do-"
A siren from far away caught the attention of the two, who stood and began running. Zarla shouted angrily at Soshi.
"I told ya joinin' a union was a bad idea!"
"Well, excuse me!"
"Wait!" Prof. Denka tried to stop them, but they ran too quickly. Sighing, he headed back inside, rubbing his head. Well, at least the day would be over soon...
~~~
While walking up the walkway to his house, Prof. Denka reached for the knocker on his door.
The momentary apparition of his deceased partner's face appeared in it's place, intoning frighteningly "Deeeeeenkaaaaaaa..."
Then it stopped. "Namida, that's really unnecessary. We don't have to SCARE him."
"SHUT UP! THIS IS MYYYY SCENE!"
"OW!"
Prof. Denka waited patiently while the knocker argued with itself. Finally getting slightly impatient, he waved a hand at it. "Excuse me, I'd like to use my door at some point."
"SCREW YOU!"
"NAMIDA!!!"
It finally disappeared, leaving Prof. Denka to enter his house. He looked at his door and shook his head. That had been happening an awful lot lately. Maybe he ought to get the door checked.
He headed upstairs, changing into a loose nightshirt while he did so. He just didn't understand other people sometimes...
Settling in his bed, he flicked off the light, yawning and closing his eyes. He was fast asleep in seconds.
~~~
"Deeeeeeennnkaaaaaaa..."
"Not that again."
"SHH!"
The clinking and clattering of something managed to wake Prof. Denka. He rubbed his eyes furiously, mumbling to himself.
"For goodness sakes, what time is it? I was having a lovely dream..."
"Deeeenkaaa, it is I, Namida Kagakusha!"
"And the others." Hana sighed.
Prof. Denka groped for his glasses on the nightstand. "I can't see you very well..."
"Well, that's probably for better-"
Namida cut her off. "Put your glasses on and listen to me!"
Prof. Denka put on his glasses, then crossed his arms. "Okay, now what is this all about?"
"Look at me, Denka!"
"Prof. Denka."
"Who cares! Look!"
The woman held out her arms, around which were slung chains which were studded with various medical instruments, such as syringes, scalpels, and other sharp, unpleasant things. "Look and beware your fate!"
"Namida, you're being overly dramatic."
"Listen!" Namida fairly shouted. "Unless you change your miserly ways, you will suffer my fate!"
"Namida, listen to ME." Prof. Denka pointed at her. "The only reason you're chained by those is because you were a psychotic torturer in your life. I have nothing to be ashamed of."
"Oh, the reluctance to take responsibility only makes it worse." Hana's voice showed some sympathy. "Please, repent before the ghosts come."
"Ghosts?"
"That's right!" Namida took control again. "Three ghosts will come tonight to change your ways! You better be reaaaaallly scared!"
"Oh really? Why?"
"Because...uh..." Namida paused, apparently haven't of thought of this.
"God, Namida, go away..." Prof. Denka put his glasses back on the nightstand, turning over and pulling the blankets over his head. "It's too early for your inane ramblings."
"Please, be careful, Denka."
"Thank you, Hana. Goodnight."
"CURSE YOOOOU!"
"Stop it and come on, Namida..."
Prof. Denka vaguely heard her leave before falling asleep again.
~~~
"'ey..."
Prof. Denka mumbled softly and turned over. The rough voice became more insistent.
"'ey!"
"Hee hee..." Prof. Denka said in his sleep. "Stop that...that tickles..."
"'EY, PROF!"
That managed to wake him up properly. The only thing he could see in his half-blind state was a bright blue-purple blur. Reaching over on his nightstand, he grabbed his glasses and replaced them, staring at the ghost in front of him.
"Are you supposed to be scary?"
"Yeah, 'm #@$%in' supposed t'be @#%@in' scary, 'kay?" Cyrus took a deep drag on the cigarette he was carrying. He was dressed in his usual clothes, which seemed somewhat out of place with his ghostly appearance.
"What do you want?"
"'M th' #^#%in' ghost of Christmas Past, y'@%#$ idiot." Cyrus rolled his odd eyes. "Whad'ya expect, th' #@#%in' fairy godmother?"
"The Ghost of Christmas Past?"
"That's right, 'm here t'show you th' errors of your ways or some #@$# like that." Cyrus looked off toward the window. "Supposed t'make y'change or somethin', I didn't really pay attention myself."
"What have I done wrong? I'm not a Scrooge, I give money to charity-"
"Yo, shut up. I ain't payed t'argue with you about what y'did or not." Cyrus grabbed his hand roughly and flew towards the window. With a shout of surprise, Denka realized he had been lifted from his bed and was now flying through the air.
"Uh...you aren't going to drop me, are you? I think you're the only one who can fly here..."
"#^#%!" Cyrus said angrily to him. "That ain't th' point. I ain't goin' t'drop you 'cause I ain't payed for that. 'M goin' t'show y'everythin' y'did wrong when y'were younger."
"But I haven't done anything wrong!" Prof. Denka clung to his nightcap as their speed increased.
"Well, y'must've done somethin' wrong, or else I wouldn't be here, would I? So shut up."
The two continued flying through the cold night air, something which got increasingly disconcerting to Prof. Denka. "Listen...you DO know where we're going, don't you?"
"'Course I do, #^#%$." Cyrus was looking at a road map.
"Then what's that?" Prof. Denka pointed to the map. It vanished in a few moments.
"Nothin'. C'mon, this way."
The two flew through a rather cheesy looking rip in the temporal fabric of time and appeared near a small school. Cyrus pointed downwards.
"See? First thin'."
Prof. Denka, a small boy of eight, was apparently studying a glass filled with mud much like a scientist would study a test tube. He smiled at himself.
"See, even back then I wanted to be a scientist-"
"Shut th' %#%$ up! Here's th' important part!"
Another kid walked up to Prof. Denka. Although there was no sound, it was easy to tell that little Denka was being teased. The sound did manage to come back, however, in time for the small childs last shout.
"I'll get even with you!"
"See?" Cyrus pointed to the Professor's past self. Prof. Denka coughed.
"Yes, but-"
"C'mon, we gots more t'see." Cyrus flew through another temporal rip, dragging along Prof. Denka with him. Soon they appeared back in the facility where Prof. Denka spent most of his days. Feeding some of the things that had been created there was the same boy from before.
"See? I got him a job. No hard feelings." Prof. Denka smiled to himself.
"Shut th' #%#@ up! He got bit by a rabid Pokémon an' died a year later, thanks t'you!"
"Really?" Prof. Denka was silent for a few moments. "I didn't know that. I'll have to remember that when I wake up."
Cyrus made an annoyed noise. "This ain't a dream, Prof. This is th' real #%@%."
"Well, that was not my fault." Prof. Denka crossed his arms as well as he could with his free arm, which looked incredibly odd. "I had no idea that happened."
"See, Prof, y'got t'repent yer evil ways, or some %$%@ like that."
"But I don't have any evil ways-" Prof. Denka tried to protest, but another cheesy temporal rip appeared in front of them.
"C'mon, Prof, 's almost time."
"Time for what?" He had lost his nightcap on the trips between time and gave it up for lost. He looked at his glowing companion.
"Time for th' present, y'#%@$in' idiot." Cyrus rolled his eyes as if this should have been obvious. "I got t'drop y'off now."
"Well, try and do it gently-"
The request must have provoked him, as Cyrus let go of Prof. Denka, letting him sail through the window and hit his bed rather hard.
"Thanks a lot!" Prof. Denka was annoyed in spite of himself and called after the rapidly disappearing phantom.
"Merry christmas t'all an' EAT #%@% AN' DIE!" Cyrus shouted back, his voice equally laden with spite. Prof. Denka sighed as he left, leaning back and trying to relax.
"This is going to be a long night..." He tried to go back to sleep.
~~~
"Wake up!"
Prof. Denka reluctantly opened his eyes, having his glasses already in his hand to save time. He placed them on his nose to find the apparition in front of him smiling brightly.
"I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present, I think." Dr. Dowasure scratched his head where the crown made of holly he was wearing was set against his wild hair. He was wearing a huge red and white fur-lined coat and was carrying a candle. With the way he moved it around, it was a miracle that none of the wax burned his skin. His brown eyes fairly shown with excitement. "I'm here to show you that Christmas is a nice time!"
"I know that." Prof. Denka was happy to see a friendly ghost for once, but couldn't help but correct him. Dr. Dowasure looked thoughtful.
"Well, I don't know if you know it or not, but I'm supposed to show you. That's my job, I think. I don't ask questions."
"Alright." Prof. Denka didn't see anything wrong with following Dr. Dowasure. Christmas was a happy time. What did he have to be frightened of? "I'll come with you."
"Great!" Dr. Dowasure smiled brightly as he held out his free hand. "Hang on tight!"
Taking a firm grip of the smaller doctor's soft hand, Prof. Denka let himself be led out of his room again.
"See, first let's find someplace happy..." Dr. Dowasure was looking around as if confused. Prof. Denka sighed despite himself.
"You forgot where we're supposed to go, haven't you?"
Dr. Dowasure nodded fearfully. "Oh, they told me this would happen. Well, I just need to find someplace happy, then we're okay."
Prof. Denka sighed as Dr. Dowasure looked around. He finally pointed with his candle towards a house, spattering wax everywhere.
"See, there we go! They look happy!"
With surprising speed the two descended, flying through the wall to enter the living room a family of four, all of them racing about and laughing happily. Dr. Dowasure smiled.
"See, Christmas is a happy time!"
"I knew that, remember?" Prof. Denka was happy to see other people being so joyous, but the whole point of the excursion seemed kind of strange to him. Dr. Dowasure smiled at him.
"I love Christmas! But wait, there's something else I have to show you."
"Hmm? What is it this time?" Prof.Denka wasn't sure what to expect. Dr. Dowasure looked thoughtful.
"It's more serious then this, I'm afraid, but it's very important."
The two left the house behind them, just in time to miss the shouting of the two children as they began fighting over some toys.
"Do you know where THIS one is?" Prof. Denk rolled his eyes. Dr. Dowasure nodded and laughed.
"Yup! I know where this one is! This was the one they said I absolutely couldn't forget, no matter what, so-"
"Don't tell me..."
Sure enough, on the sleeve of the large coat he was wearing, the directions to the house were written in Dr. Dowasure's familiar handwriting.
"Does that even belong to you? What will the original owner think?"
"Please don't yell at me!" Dr. Dowasure sounded devastated, as he usually did as the lecturing tone, which was creeping into Prof. Denka's voice, was heard. "Not now. I have to be happy. Try and understand."
"Okay, okay." Prof. Denka didn't know what making Dr. Dowasure sad would do to him and he wasn't willing to try at the moment, considering that the smaller man was the only way he was aloft at the moment. "So how long will it take?"
"Not long at all! Don't worry."
Soon enough, they arrived at a small house on the corner of the street. Entering through the wall, as usual, they found a small blond-haired boy sleeping near the fire. Prof. Denka smiled.
"That's Teishi. I've been wondering how he's been doing lately. Is he okay?"
"Well, Drak has to support him, you know, because he's so weak lately. The cold weather is making him sick." Dr. Dowasure seemed near tears. "He really wanted Drak to be home tonight to spend Christmas with him, but because of you, he has to work."
"I TOLD Drak he could go home!" Prof. Denka was getting annoyed now.
Teishi's eyes opened slightly and he stared into the fire, tired and worn. He sighed.
"Drak-sama..."
That was enough to cause Dr. Dowasure to burst into tears, but Prof. Denka remained silent, curious as to what Teishi would say.
"I hope you're okay, wherever you are...why would someone make you work tonight? It's...it's not fair..."
"I didn't-" Prof. Denka crossed his arms. Dr. Dowasure silenced him quickly, tears shining on his face.
"Don't ruin the moment!"
"I..." Teishi shook his head back and forth slowly, shivering underneath the heavy blanket he was under. "I could never be angry at you for leaving me alone, Drak-sama. I know it's important you work hard...I can't be angry at your employer either...I'm sure he had some reason for what he was doing..."
Prof. Denka wanted to say that he had told Drak to go home, but he knew he wouldn't be heard.
Teishi shivered violently for a few moments, then sighed again. "God bless you, Drak-sama. I'm so thankful for what you do for me."
He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"See? See?" Dr. Dowasure could barely speak from the emotional stress he was under. "That brave little boy..."
"So what's going to happen to Teishi? He's going to be okay, isn't he?"
Dr. Dowasure began sobbing anew, gasping in between. "I...I don't think. I think there's a vacant chair in the future for him..."
Prof. Denka sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead. "Tell me it isn't true. That can't be right..."
"It's not my fault! If I had my choice, I would make him happy forever!" Dr. Dowasure sniffled. "But...but it's because of you he's going to...to..."
"I don't understand..." Prof. Denka stared at the sad huddled figure underneath the blankets. "Why doesn't anyone listen to me? I told him to go home..."
"C'mon, there's only one more ghost for you to see." Dr. Dowasure grabbed his hand and rose into the air, sniffing back his tears. "This is all I can show you."
"This is ridiculous." Prof. Denka muttered to himself as they re-entered his bedroom. "This isn't my fault."
He waved farewell to the tearful Dr. Dowasure and resigned himself to sleep again. This wasn't making any sense...
~~~
Something tapped his side. Waking slowly, he replaced his glasses as he usually did and stared at the new apparition in front of him.
It said nothing, but it's white aura foretold all. She was wearing a dark hooded cloak, but her white hair shone brightly from underneath it. She remained silent while Prof. Denka reoriented himself. Waking and sleeping so quickly was having it's effects on his body.
"So you must be the Ghost of Christmas Future, correct?" He pointed to the ghost.
Kame nodded.
"So what are you going to show me?"
Kame held out her clawed hand, seizing Prof. Denka's roughly. He gasped in surprise, then found the surroundings around him fading away. It was replaced by an eerie graveyard.
"Interesting..." He tried to suppress his unease. Silently, Kame moved forward, walking forward with a definite destination in mind. He followed her slowly.
"Why don't you speak? You can talk, can't you?"
Kame remained silent.
"Why do you remain silent? Why do you continue on in such cold, stony silence?"
Still no response.
Prof. Denka sighed. "It's because they told you not to, is that right?"
Kame slowly nodded.
Prof. Denka sighed again, following the dark figure through the mists and fog of the graveyard. "Where are we going?"
Kame didn't answer.
She finally stopped in front of a gravestone, pointing towards it with one of her clawed fingers. Prof. Denka read it carefully.
"'Kotake Twinrova'? What's this supposed to mean?"
Kame started for a moment, then reached inside her cloak, pulling out a paper. She scanned it quickly, then began moving again.
"Why is it that almost everyone is having problems with directions lately?" Prof. Denka lamented to himself. Kame didn't respond.
She paused in front of another tombstone, this time reading it beforehand. Prof. Denka read it.
"Why, this is my grave." He adjusted his glasses. "Is this supposed to frighten me? I know I'm going to die, you know. It's a fact of life."
Kame simply stood to one side. Prof. Denka could hear someone approaching.
A small figure approached the gravesite, laying a few flowers near it.
"Drak..."
"Still on time, huh?" Time had truly ravaged the boy. The pain from losing Teishi was painfully clear on his face and in his very motions. He was dressed in rags, barely able to stand. He was crying even now. "Everyone I cared about died...I suppose I should resent you, because it IS your fault..."
"I TOLD you-" Prof. Denka tried to protest, even though he knew he could not be heard.
"I can't hold a grudge against you, though." Drak began to walk away, limping painfully. "I only wish...I only wish my Teishi had lived longer..."
Prof. Denka felt sadness for the forlorn boy and turned to the ghost. "Tell me this isn't true."
Kame shook her head.
"So this really WILL happen in the future?" Prof. Denka looked thoughtful. "If that is the case, then there is no way I can change it. What is the future is the future. That's really too bad."
Kame shook her head again.
"Don't be silly." Prof. Denka chided her. "There's no way to change time. It's not physically possible. I can't change this."
She shook her head once more.
"So you're telling me I CAN change this?" Prof. Denka wanted to make this clear.
Kame nodded.
"How?"
Kame shrugged, then pointed to the piece of paper she was carrying. Prof. Denka read it with slight difficulty in the darkness, but then looked up.
"Change my ways? WHAT ways? I'm a kind person! No one sees me as such, though! Why? Can you tell me that, spirit?"
It was a stupid question to ask the apparently mute ghost, but it was rhetorical anyway. "Fine. If I can change my future by changing my behavior, then I'll do it. Take me back, spirit."
Kame nodded.
~~~
Prof. Denka awoke to the sounds of birds chirping outside. Yawning, he put on his glasses for what he intended to be the final time and stepped out of his bed.
"I knew it was a dream..." he mumbled to himself. He then noted a piece of paper on the floor. Picking it up, he scanned over the words, then crumpled it up and threw it in the wastebasket.
"Ah, that doesn't prove anything."
A humongous flaming skull appeared in front of him, shouting in a monstrously booming voice. "DENKA!"
"DEAR GOD!"
Prof. Denka uncovered his eyes from his position underneath the bed to find Dr. Kagakusha staring at him with concern in her now normal features. "I TOLD Namida not to do that, but she never listens to me! Are you okay?"
Prof. Denka allowed her to pull him out from under the bed, holding out some of the strands in his hair. "See, this is why my hair is white."
Namida abruptly took control. "Don't toy with us, Denka! Change your ways or forever suffer in torment!"
Prof. Denka sighed and walked towards the window. "Whatever. If I do, will you leave me alone?"
"No."
"Yes."
"SHUT UP!"
He ignored the arguing woman behind him as he opened the window, staring outwards. He smiled at the beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, the demons were making snow-Cthulu's....
Demons?
...
SNOW-CTHULU'S?!
"Excuse me!" Prof. Denka called out to the two females that were assembling the creature from snow. They looked up at him. Although they did not seem to take notice of the cold, they were both wearing thick jackets. Wrapped around their thin necks were brightly colored scarves, a blue one for the one with green hair and vice-versa. To top this off were earmuffs that apparently went over the horns that sprouted from their head.
"Can I ask you something?"
They did not respond, only turning so their black and grey wings did not block them away from him. Their large clawed feet crunched in the snow.
"What day is it?"
The two creatures exchanged glances.
"..."
"It is Christmas day." Michelle spoke with no trace of emotion in her voice.
Prof. Denka paused. "You do know what your making, right?"
The two nodded as they continued working on their creation.
"It's hardly appropriate for Christmas! Cthulu is supposed to rise and devour all life on this planet!"
The two nodded again.
Prof. Denka sighed and closed the window.
"I thought you said you would leave!"
"She said she would. I didn't."
"Why won't you? We have no reason to stay here."
"It's more amusing in the world of the living! Death is bo-ring."
"That's no excuse to go tormenting Prof. Denka."
Prof. Denka sighed and left the ghost to argue with herself, shutting the door behind him.
Swiftly getting into his coat, Prof. Denka carefully thought over everything that had happened to him. He was supposed to change his behavior...how could he do that? How would that help him?
He walked by the two demons who were throwing snowballs at eachother with deadly accuracy. He paused, watching them play. Or, so it appeared. They could have been truly fighting for all he knew. He thought to himself.
"If being nice makes everything bad..."
He looked at the Snow-Cthulu.
"Would being bad make everything nice?"
Prof. Denka looked up at the sky, as if for moral guidance, only to see the two demons locked in what could either be playful wrestling or life-or-death combat whirl about in the air. Shrugging, he decided that was enough moralizing for him. He walked over to the snow-Cthulu and kicked it down.
The two females stopped what they were doing and dropped instantly on either side of him. Michelle was the only one to speak.
"Prof. Denka, it is admirable the amount of kindness you show during this festive period."
Prof. Denka could not tell if she was being sarcastic or not. Shrugging, he walked away. Kicking down the Snow-Cthulu had been amusing at some dark, strange level. He turned to find Gabriella tackling Michelle into a snowdrift. Well, they didn't seem to care.
Continuing his walk along, he noticed the bum who had asked him for money earlier. Before the bum could renew it's previous plea for money, Prof. Denka spoke.
"Why don't you get a job and get out of here? Go on, shoo!"
The bum seemed surprised and backed away.
"Thank you, kind sir, thank you. Your generousity knows no bounds!"
Prof. Denka stared at him in confusion as he left.
"Hmmph...you could swear it was opposite day instead of Christmas Day around here..." He headed towards his charity house.
He managed to reach it in time to see Drak trudging through the snow towards the door. With speed that belied his size, Prof. Denka kicked him down and opened the door.
"Go on, get to work! We don't have all day!"
Drak instantly got up and began running, calling behind him.
"Thank you, Prof. Denka! You don't know how much this means to me!"
The situation had gotten far too absurd for Prof. Denka and he began to laugh. With a swirl of mist, Dr. Dowasure appeared next to him.
"This isn't fair!"
The two other ghosts joined him.
"This #^#%in' sucks @$#!" Cyrus stared at the receding form of Drak. "Y'get t'be a $^#%in' #^%#% t'people an' it makes them HAPPY? $^#@! Why couldn't I have gotten that?"
Prof. Denka shrugged. "I'm as confused as you."
Dr. Dowasure looked thoughtful. "But then...why didn't that work on us? You were mean to us and it didn't affect us any..."
"You're dead. I don't think it works the same way."
Kame noted the two creatures fighting behind her and silently fired off a beam of light towards them.
The two stopped what they were doing immediately and stood. They walked towards Kame with quiet focus.
"Why th' #&$^ y'do that!?"
The two stopped directly in front of Kame. Gabriella pointed out a newly pierced hole in her wing.
Without warning, the two of them lept on Kame and buried her in a snowbank. Prof. Denka again was confused. Were they playing, or were they truly trying to kill Kame?
Prof. Denka shrugged. Well, as long as everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves...
Drak and Teishi made their way towards them. Teishi waved to Prof. Denka.
"Thanks so much!" He smiled. "You let me have my Drak-sama!"
Drak blushed. "Shh, Teishi."
Dr. Dowasure and Cyrus had busied themselves in making a snow fort. Cyrus never hesitated to push Dr. Dowasure over or yell at him for making a mistake in the design. Dr. Dowasure did nothing.
Meanwhile, Michelle and Gabriella were constructing another snow-Cthulu over Kame's buried body. Gabriella showed no awknowledgment of the new hole in her wing, and neither did Michelle.
Finally, Kagakusha made her way to join the group as they played about in the snow. She crossed her arms.
"This is ridiculous." Namida had disdain in her voice.
"Well, I don't think-"
"'EY, LADY!"
Kagakusha didn't turn around at his voice. "I know it's you, C, I can tell your voice a mile AWP!"
Cyrus laughed hysterically as Kagakusha was knocked into a snowdrift from the power that the snowball he had just smacked her with had. Standing from within the snowfort, he hovered another snowball just above his palm, making as if to throw it.
"NEXT ONE'LL GET YOU IN TH' FACE, #^#^%!"
Dr. Dowasure tried desperatly to pull him down. "Cyrus, you're supposed to stay IN the fort!"
Cyrus, still in a apparently good mood from having hit Kagakusha, shoved Dr. Dowasure's face into the snow and laughed.
Prof. Denka crossed his arms and smirked as Dr. Kagakusha tried to extricate herself from the snowdrift, sputtering angrily.
"Bah humbug, correct?"
Drak surveyed the scene carefully. "But this doesn't make sense...how could Cyrus have hit her with a snowball? She's a ghost! This whole thing doesn't make any sense-"
The End
(Yeah, that shut ya up, didn't it Drak? Heh heh.
Drak: No it didn't.
SHH!
Well anyway, that was silly. ^_^o Ah well.)
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