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“Where the hell are we?” said Wapol drowsily, several minutes and several chakram wounds later.
“Your childhood, stupid,” said Jango. He was a little fed up with the new client already.
“Where is that? I’ve never heard of the Joor Chaldhud island,” said Wapol, looking hungrily at all the gifts that people were bringing up the mountain.
“You’re an idiot. You haven’t noticed that this is your mountain and your castle?” said Jango, staring at the ladies that walked by.
“It looks like them, but what are people doing up here?” muttered Wapol.
“I already told you, this is the past,” said Jango, but Wapol wasn’t listening. He walked over to one of the people, and opened his mouth wide. He engulfed the gift and closed his mouth.
The gift stayed in the woman’s hands and she walked along, not noticing one bit.
“Wh… What?” said Wapol.
Jango sighed, and pulled out his chakram. “When I say the magic word, you’ll believe everything I say. One… Two… Jango!” Jango looked at Wapol and found that noting much had changed. “Grr… Anyway, this is your childhood. This is your place, a long time ago. Your pops is inside,” as soon as Jango finished the last sentence, he stood bolt upright, looked to the sky, and outstretched his arms to the heavens. “This is my childhood a long time ago! Daddy is inside! Daddy!!!!” he yelled, and ran straight through the wall of the castle.
“Dad…?” said Wapol, and followed Jango through the door. He found him at the side of a throne, where a huge man sat. He wasn’t particularly fat, but he was heavy-set. He wore a long, flowing robe of animal pelts, and had a warm smile on his face. His hair was black, and came out mostly at the sides. He had a gigantic jaw, although not steely gray like Wapol’s, and a moustache to accompany it.
“Oh daddy! I love you some much! I missed you! I want to show you… ” yelled Jango, jumping up and down. Wapol clocked him in the head with a closed fist. “Shut up, I want to see this!” he yelled.
“Son, why did you do that?” said the king, sitting in his throne. In front of him stood a very small boy, but he was as round as a ball. He wore the pelt of a pet cat he once had as a cloak, and had the same almost purple hair he was to have many years later. “Why did you eat all those gifts the wonderful townspeople gave you?”
The little boy looked at the ground and kicked with one foot nervously. “They were boring…” said the fat child. He wiped his face with a hand, knocking off a splinter of wood that had gotten stuck to his face.
“Wapol!” bellowed the king. “Would you like if someone ate a gift from you?”
“Why would I do that?” said Wapol, looking his father in the eye as he made the snide comment. He saw the steely gaze of his father and quickly went back to looking at the floor.
“Listen son,” said the King calmly. “These people aren’t just our subjects, they’re human beings. They brought you Christmas presents because they love us because we treat them like people. Understand?”
“Sure.” Said the small Wapol, fidgeting.
“That’s my boy! Here, have something to busy yourself with!” said the king. He threw the child a teddy bear, and busied himself with other matters. The small boy waddled away, and a much younger Dalton came in the room. He was not nearly as wide, but still muscular. He had a much rounder look to him as well around the edges, but was by no means fat at all – just young.
“Sire! Do think that is wise? Rewarding the boy for such deeds?” said Dalton, saluting the king.
“Don’t be silly, Dalton! Wapol knows what he’s doing, he’s a smart boy. Just got to get the idea in his head, eh?” said the King with a smile.
“Er… Of course, your highness. What concerns me more is the problem in the village. The villagers…”
“Well, we’ve hung around enough here,” said Jango, getting up. “C’mon, let’s go.”
“W… Wait a second!” began Wapol, but Jango was already twirling the chakram. With a flash, the room was filled with people partying, all dressed quite nicely. Young Wapol was nowhere to be seen, but the king was mingling with the partygoers, his hair considerably grayer.
“Ua ha ha!” laughed the king. “What a wonderful party! Are you all having fun?”
Everyone roared as the answer, and the hum of the party began once again. Down the stairs came a very fat boy, his hair so long it reached down his back. He licked his lips at all of the food, and ran in.
“Whoa there, son!” said the King, grabbing the boy by the cloak, this time the skin of a moose of some sort. “Slow down! Mingle with the people a bit, I’m sure you’ll have fun!”
“I don’t feel like it. Let go of me, I’m hungry,” said the boy, wrenching himself out of his father’s grasp. He slunk over to the table with the food on it, pushing and shoving people out of his way as he walked. He took a bite out the entire table, and no one noticed – probably on purpose. The real Wapol laughed.
“Bwah ha ha! The entire table! Did you see…” he began, chuckling, until he noticed that Jango wasn’t anywhere nearby. He was onstage with the dancers, dancing the night away. “So much for that,” grumbled Wapol, and he followed the young him.
The boy tromped up the stairs into his room and looked around, disgusted. He looked at all the toys, all the pets, all the books, everything, and sneered. He plopped down on a pile of stuffed animals, crushing half, and grumbled. “I’m bored.,” he said, pouting.
The door opened, and in walked Dalton. He was a little sharper around the edges now, with hair more neatly cropped than before. “Having a good Christmas, young sire?” said Dalton, a smile on his face.
“Oh, it’s just you,” muttered the young Wapol, turning away from Dalton.
“Come now, Wapol! Why don’t you join the party downstairs? I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time!” said Dalton, not willing to give up on the boy.
“How dare you tell me what to do!” Yelled both Wapols simultaneously. The young one continued. “I have more power right now than you’ll have your entire life! Leave me alone!”
“Well… Merry Christmas, young sire…” said Dalton, backing out of the room and closing the door.
“Humbug.” Muttered the young Wapol, looking around his room with discontent.
“What a little bastard!” said Jango, putting an arm on Wapol’s shoulder. Wapol looked over and saw that the hypnotist had a half-empty bottle of sake in his hand, and he actually put an arm on Wapol just to keep his balance. He swaggered, his cheeks bright red, and looked up at Wapol. “Nothin’ much changed, eh?” he said, spewing the smell of alcohol everywhere. “You’re still as fat and stupid,”
“How dare you call me that!” yelled Wapol.
“That guy just came in here asking you to party, man! Party! And you turn him down just because you’re a prince? What a bastard!” Jango took another swig of the bottle and took out the chakram. “Well, places to go, people to see. Let’s get going.” Jango swung the chakram in wild circles, too drunk to have any coordination at all. It slipped out of his fingers and flew out the window. He had just enough time to yell “Aw, shit” before he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
“Where the hell did the drunk go?” yelled Wapol. “Am I stuck here?” He began to panic, and then began to yell.
Suddenly, with a thud, he landed back on his bed, crushing it instantly. He grumbled, and pulled himself out of the wreckage. As soon as he stood up, the light in the adjoining room turned on. Wapol stumbled over, trying to see what it was, when he heard a voice.
“Come forth, and know me better, Baku-chan!”
Edit: Finished the next part. I'll have the whole thing done in time for Christmas.
“Come forth, and know me better, Baku-chan!” said whoever it was in the next room. Wapol stepped in, and his eyes instantly told him he shouldn’t have. The “man” (if you could call it that) was dressed in bright pink, with a blue striped ballerina outfit and pink ballet shoes. He wore pom poms on his head, and had makeup smeared all over his face. Giant swans protruded from his back, and he had the hairiest legs Wapol had ever seen. He was spinning around in circles when Wapol entered the room.
“Who… Who the hell are you?” was all Wapol could choke out. He had just found the one thing that it would disgust him too much to eat.
“Stooop joooooking aroooooound!” yelled the strange man. “I’m the ghost of Christmas present, and we have too much to do to have any time for your jokes! I must show you what Christmas is truly like!” he grabbed Wapol’s hand, and turned around. Wapol read the word “Okama” on the man’s back.
Mr. 2 began to spin wildly, until the entire room was just a blur to Wapol, who got dragged along by it. As he spun faster and faster, they began to spin wildly out of control, bouncing around the room and knocking over everything. They rocketed through the door, sending shrapnel everywhere, and plummeted down Drum mountain. Wapol screamed at the top of his lungs, and right when they were about to hit the ground, Mr. 2 kicked the spinning up a notch and they flew over the town.
“I’ve got a couple things to show you, Baku-chan!” yelled Mr. 2 as they spun over the quaint little village. He touched down in the middle of town, taking out three garbage cans, a sled, and a statue. They slowed down the spinning slowly, and Wapol slumped over on the ground, regurgitating everything he had eaten that week into an extremely deep well. The well began to overflow, and when the vomit touched Mr. 2’s shoe, he kicked Wapol in the head. “Stoooop jooooooooking aroooooooound!” he yelled, and looked around at all the people.
“Look at all the people, getting to where they’re going, gong home from where they’re coming!” said Mr. 2. “So delightful! It’s so happy around Christmas! Everyone’s happy!” Mr. 2 looked around, and began to frown. “Except for him… And her… And that little boy… And EVERYONE!” He looked over at Wapol. “You see my point, Baku-chan?”
“What do I have to do with them being unhappy? I don’t associate with the common people.” He said, wiping some vomit off his face.
“That’s the problem! They’re all sick, stupid!” yelled Mr. 2 at Wapol.
“What should I care?” said Wapol, finally looking around.
Mr. 2 just stared at Wapol, shocked. He muttered something under his breath. “So, you want something that affects you, Baku-chan? Try THIS!” Mr. 2 put his foot up, and Wapol saw that there was a long swan neck on his shoe. Mr. 2 kicked, and with the force of a rifle blast Wapol got sent flying through the air. As he flew, he saw Mr. 2 dancing his way over. After a while of flying, Wapol crashed into a tree and fell to the ground hard.
Wapol got up, and found that there was a light coming from within the tree. He turned around, and saw that there was a window. Inside, there was an extremely old woman, the one that had violated his law of the Doctors Twenty, and what looked like a small tanuki with a pink hat. Wapol stared at the odd pair, and listened.
“Chopper, what do you do next?” said Kureha, looking at Chopper in front of many vials filled with strange potions.
“You have to light the fire for boiling so that you can mix the ingredients, Doctrenu!” said Chopper, lighting a fire and busily mixing potions. A small explosion cover the small reindeer in soot, who looked up at Kureha with teary eyes.
“Chopper! No mistakes!” yelled Kureha, throwing anything she could get her hands on at the small creature.
“I’m sorry Doctrenu!” yelled Chopper, and began running around the house, trying to run away from her. Mr. 2 danced up behind Wapol, singing a very strange song.
“Oh, they look happy!” said Mr. 2, looking in the window. “This is what Christmas should be like, Baku-chan!”
Inside the tree, Chopper stopped moving and began crying. “I just want to be as good a doctor as the doctor…” he said, sitting down.
Kureha threw a vial at him that exploded. “You need to set your standards higher, Chopper! You need to be better than that man ever was!”
“Yes, Doctrenu!” yelled Chopper, getting up. “I’ll work my hardest!”
“That… thing…” said Wapol quietly. “And that old hag… Will they go against me?”
“My job isn’t in the future, Baku-chan,” said Mr. 2. “However, if you do not change, I see you will be undone by this face,” and with that, Mr. 2 touched his right hand to his face and transformed into a young boy, with black hair and a scar under his eye and the biggest smile ever seen. Mr. 2 touched his face with his left hand and turned back to normal.
“One more spot to visit, Baku-chan,” he said, and grabbed Wapol’s hand. He turned into an exact replica of the fat king, except in the ballerina outfit, and began to spin once more. “Bwah ha ha!” he laughed maniacally, and as they began to lift off Wapol felt his grip slipping. Suddenly, Mr. 2 let go altogether, and Wapol flew through the air, straight back at his castle. He bust through several walls, and found himself in a prison cell.
He looked behind him, and found Dalton. Dalton was sitting down, hands on his knees, tears running silently down his face.
“Sire…” he said, looking up.
“Trying to apologize now, you ungrateful servant?” said Wapol, sneering down at him. “Well, I suppose I could…”
“Sire, why did you have to die?” said Dalton, looking up to the sky. “Your son is not fit for the task of leading this beautiful country. We’re in ruin because of his greed and incompetence. Sire…” Dalton continued crying silently, and Wapol realized that he still couldn’t be seen.
Stepping through the rubble came a very tall figure, with a mask shaped like a sun and a long, flowing robe which was highly decorated. The mask showed no emotion, and a large hand came out from the robe.
“Come with me. We have much to discuss.” Said the figure. Wapol grabbed on, and a whoosh of wind blew all around him.
Edit 2: Hey, and now I'm done. Yay. This was fun to do, and I thank you for reading it. Merry Christmas or happy holidays or whatever, everybody!
Wapol found himself on top of Drum mountain. The wind smelled of sulfur, and died down. Wapol looked up at the very tall figure to find that he was not paying attention, and that his robe was flapping around wildly and whatever was inside it was dying down in size. Wapol looked down at the village, and saw himself, along with all of his guards. All of the buildings were on fire, and there was chaos.
“Come sire! We must flee the country!” said Cromarimo. The other Wapol was chasing after them, headed toward the coast. They had an entire entourage of soldiers and the like chasing after them, and the villagers were all running ahead. Wapol hopped on Robertson, who stampeded straight over the villagers and ran to a boat that Wapol recognized. It was a boat that could go underwater that his scientists were currently perfecting.
“That’s…” began Wapol, but the ghost put his hand on Wapol’s back and pushed him straight off the mountain. Wapol rolled down the cliff face, and landed in the snow at the bottom. He walked into the village, and saw pirates everywhere, ransacking the entire place.
The figure landed beside Wapol. Wapol looked up, and said, “How does this affect me, spirit? I escape without a scratch, so why should I care?” The figure’s abdomen had already begun to swell again, and he grabbed Wapol. The smell of sulfur filled the air once more and wind blew by Wapol, and he found himself in the middle of the village. The spirit turned away and opened his cloak, and with a clunk placed something inside. His hood perked up considerably.
The him of the time was sitting on top of Robertson, talking to Dalton. “I’m here to take back my country,” he said, glaring down at his former servant.
“You’re not welcome here, Wapol!” yelled Dalton, horns slowly growing out of him and fur growing over his entire body. “Just take your army and leave us be!”
“Bwah ha ha! Why should I? This is my country!” retorted Wapol on top of his perch.
“I was loyal to your father, Wapol, but not to you! I serve you no longer!” said Dalton, and the villagers all took out swords.
“What are you trying to tell me, spirit? I don’t get it. It’s just a small rebellion, I could easily take care of it,” said the Wapol of the past.
The spirit grunted, and began to get very angry. “How can you say that? He’s taken care of you your entire life, ungrateful idiot!” The spirit threw off the cloak, and continued yelling. The spirit was exaggeratedly muscular, with huge forearms with stars on them. He had blue hair that stood up in front and a metal nose. Even in this cold, all that he wore were sunglasses, a Hawaiian shirt and a tiny bathing suit. “You want something that affects you, eh? Try this! Coup de Boo!”
The spirit’s rear and entire stomach began to inflate like a balloon. With his legs, he grabbed Wapol, and released the gas in one burst. Wind blew around Wapol, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur.
Wapol looked around, dizzy, and saw that the spirit was off to his side, enjoying a soda out of a bottle. The spirit pointed in front of Wapol, and he saw the man that Mr. 2 had shown him standing in front of him, arms stretched ridiculously far back, wearing a straw hat.
The spirit bent over and began rolling his arms around each other. “Hnnn…” he hummed.
“Gomu gomu no…” said the boy, looking right at Wapol.
“WHAAAAAAT?” yelled Wapol, screaming as loud as he could. The boy’s arms came rocketing forward from their position so far away, and connected with Wapol’s gut.
“BAZOOKA!” yelled the boy.
“SUPER!” yelled the ghost, putting his arms together to form a star with the markings on his arms.
“GAHHHHH!” yelled Wapol, flying through the air. He rocketed out the roof, sending shrapnel flying everywhere, and saw his castle down below him. As he looked down, he saw that strange creature and the old woman again, looking up and smiling.
Wapol woke up with a start.
“Hah… hah…” he panted, looking around. He ran to the window, and looked down. He saw a small boy, and yelled down to him.
“You there, boy! What day is it?” yelled Wapol.
“Why, it’s Christmas day, sir!” yelled the boy back.
“That’s good, then, you aren’t insane and can be punished for your crimes! Now report to the dungeon for your twenty year punishment for walking on my lawn!” yelled Wapol, cackling. Guards came out and grabbed the boy, muscling him into the castle.
“Bwah ha ha! It was just a dream! It’s time to have some fun this Christmas!” yelled Wapol, cackling. He ran downstairs, and found that Chess and Cromarimo were replacing his throne.
“Chess! Cromarimo! I feel like instating another law today!” he said, a devious grin on his face.
“Of course, my lord!” said Chess, smiling. “What have you cooked up today?”
“No more straw hats. Whoever wears one gets fifty years in prison! Also, if you see a tanuki and do not shoot it, that’s twenty years!” said Wapol.
“Of course sire!” said Cromarimo, and the two went away to decree the good news to the people.
“A merry Christmas to all! Bwah ah ah!” laughed Wapol, sitting down in his throne. He got the feeling things were going to go well now.
t care. He had his food and riches to keep him company.
