The (supposed) quest for the mask of hype: Part 2!

[Ghidora131]

Welcome to another hideous part of that quest for the mask of hype!

 

.... Even though it isn't very questy so far. The story consists of the intelligent yet unreasonable Izzun, toa of ice, and the hot-headed yet skilled Jakura, toa of fire.

 

Where we last left off, Jakura was introduced as a Toa depending on the money made off the job he had as a gas station worker, while Izzun was found as a police office requiring a new place to live.

 

A previous attempt to live with Jakura through request failed, with Izzun driving away, depressed.

 

The entire story has been written out in PM, and being such a kind person that I am, I forced Jakura to re-write all of it here. So, grab the rotten tomatoes and a slingshot, it's time for a horror-filled teeth grinding event!

 

Take it away, Jakura!

[Jakura Nuva]

CHAPTER 1

 

Izzun drove back down the road, depressed. "Now where will I stick nachos to the ceiling? Sigghhh..." He suddenly stopped in the middle of the intersection. "Hmm... well, the last time I did that, I found out he DOSEN'T like unicorn piñatas, and then he threw me out the window. But if I could only have a dino one instead..... hehehe...". And with that, Izzun drove on out of the intersection, mumbling something about auto accidents in intersections for no reason, heading towards an old familiar house.

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Jakura wiped his hands on his filthy apron, hung it on the wall, and clocked out for the day. Tomorrow was Sunday, his day off, and he was ready to crash and relax. As he got on the bus (cart pulled by a pair of ussal) and made his way home, he thought of Izzun's request. Maybe I should've let him stay with me, Jakura thought. The way that guy lives, he may not be alive much longer. He shrugged it off and sat back, trying to rest a little. His house was a pretty good distance from the station.

When he reached his house, Jakura noticed that the lights were on. That's strange...
Reaching the door, he put his ear up to it and listened in. Was that the television? Opening the door, he found a familiar being lounging on his couch.

"What... the... RAHI?!"

"What? What rahi!?" Izzun exclaimed, jumping up and launching all the cheese dip onto Jakura. Jakura's expression remained the same, annoyed and angry. Izzun stopped, realized there really was no Rahi, and turned to ask why Jakura did that, when he saw his current condition. "Oops, let me get that for you." he said, and as he wiped off Jakura's face, he left a white icy trail behind him. It didn't last long, though, as Jakura's fiery rage melted it away.
The first thought Jakura had was Incinerate. He was angry - angrier than the time Izzun had glued nachos to the ceiling. Angrier than the time he had sabotaged his first ussal by removing the legs as a prank. Even angrier than the time he had set him up on a blind date - with a Skakdi! The nachos liquidated and bubbled down his armor.

 

"Oh Mata Nui, I'm going to strangle you, Izzun. What in the Pit are you doing here? I told you no!!"

 

Izzun started to worry, something he rarely ever did. He had stared into the eyes of monsters, taken down titans bigger than skyscrapers, froze a fragmented planet core- but Jakura was something different. Jakura had done many things too, but never was he this angry.

"Well," Izzun quickly thought, "I can't exacty explain I simply tied the ussal's legs together-" Jakura's heat was making Izzun uncomfortable. "Um, I brought you a new TV! The last one you had was from that dumpster, anyway..."

 

Jakura sighed and rubbed his mask. "If that's the TV from the police station, you might want to return it. Look, sorry for getting so angry. But, really dude - if you are going to constantly need help, than you should start treating people better." He sat down on the recliner and propped his feet up.  "Izz... what am I going to do with you..."
"Did... you...just.. call me....  well, anyways, to answer your question, I'm not sure what you should do with me... oh wait, I got it! You can take me out for dinner!"

 

Jakura sighed. Izzun didn't look good - he actually looked rather beaten. After a quick conversation, the fact was revealed that Izzun went to get a dino piñata, and, unfortunately, the store clerk gave him a dino piranha, which involved several backup squads, and after a brief (2 hour) "convincing" they did, they finally apprehended the massive fish. The store clerk was taken him, three men went to the hospital (for the fun of it I'm sure), and Izzun slipped away quietly.
Izzun sat in the middle of the floor, feeling tired. "Well, I would have brought you some pizza, but the place got demolished in the fight."
Jakura scratched his chin. "May I ask why you felt the need for a dino piñata?" He leaned forward anxiously. "Tell me you didn't invite your friends over. I really can't deal with another one of your parties, Izzun."

 

"What? Oh, yeah. Well, you see, all of my friends are in the apocalyptic side of town. They're all busy in bomb shelters, or something." The windows were darkened now, and the city lights started to dim. "Well, I guess it's time to hit the hay, wouldn't you say so, Jakura?
Jakura smirked.
 

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At three in the morning, Izzun woke up on the sofa with a headache. "Ohhh, what now? can't I get any sleep?" He wiped the night's dinner, nachos, off of his face and stumbled into the restroom. He finished in there, forgot to flush, and was all ready for a good night's sleep. "What... is that... blue light?" He stumbled off of the couch and quietly snuck into the next room. There was Jakura, eyes wide open, slightly drooling, staring intently at something on his computer. When Izzun looked closer, he saw a gleaming picture of the Mask of Hype on the screen. "What now? I told him that was a fraud." Izzun whispered to himself. Seeing a brown paper bag in the corner, a devious prank began to form in Izzun's mind.
Standing right behind Jakura, paper bag inflated, Izzun pulled his hand back, grinned, and slammed the bag, forcing the air pressure inside to rupture the paper material at a high speed, and thus releasing an overly exxesive "Pop" sound effect.

 

"YYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!"

 

With a howl, Jakura leaped out of his chair, hit his head on the low ceiling, and came crashing back down on his chair, smashing it into smithereens. When he turned around, frightened and half-awake and drool all over himself, he saw Izzun laughing his heart out on the floor.
"Aw, man!" He guffawed. "You should've seen your face!"
Jakura clenched his fists, and fire surrounded them. As the smoke curled around his mask, he moved towards Izzun, growling like a Kavinika.
"Now, now, then," Izzun muttered as he layered his hands in sharpened icy spikes, "Remember what you said on your birthday - no Kavinikas in the house."
Jakura roared, leaping at Izzun whilst engulfed in flames. Izzun quickly lunged both icy fists upwards.

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At 6 A.M, Jakura woke. His head hurt terribly. Izzun was already awake, and painfully trying to stand. He wobbled around like he was drunk, and crashed into the sofa. Jakura looked around him, only to find Izzun's efforts to knock him unconscious worked wonderfully, on both of them. Scratching his head, Izzun weakly stared at the clock. It read "6:00 A.M. (wimpy koro time)."

 

Izzun and Jakura stared at each other, and finally Izzun muttered, "Well, (groan), time to get ready for work."

 

"I hate you," Jakura muttered. "You know that, right? I was in the middle of research..."
Izzun crossed his arms in disbelief.
"Okay, okay - it wasn't necessarily 'research'. But still, I'm beginning to regret this decision to let you stay here..." He staggered dizzily over to the pantry and opened it up. He rubbed his eyes and tried not to pass out as he picked through the food. "Sit down," he said gruffly. "If we hurry, we can have a quick breakfast. "Whattya want? I've got Taku eggs, toast and Bula jelly, Frosted Flakes, nachos..."
Izzun groaned. Too much nachos had turned into a bathroom cleaning job, and it was only the morning. Maybe dinner. "Okay, Frosted Flakes* sounds fine." He slumped at the table, and slowly ate the flakes.

 

Suddenly, after they were just finishing eating and talking on the moral subject of whether or not popping a brown paper bag filled with air should be illegal, the phone rang. Jakura answered it, and promptly handed it to Izzun, smiling slightly.

"H-hello? This is Izzun speaki-"
(Loud angry screaming that threatened the safety of Izzun's ear drum)
"Fine. Be over in five."

Outside, Jakura was about to get walking to the "bus" stop, when he remembered something: Izzun is stingy. He doesn't like to use gas. Yet, he takes his car to work every morning (almost) and is never late, and he said he'd be there in five minutes! How is this possible? He can't push it that fast! "Um, Izzun," Jakura asked skeptically as the being came out through the door, "How come I never see you drive to work?

 

"Well," stammered Izzun. "It's just... well, it's kind of like..." he sputtered as he casually lifted the police car with one hand, "Um...  tell ya what, i'll explain when I come home, okay? Seeya!" and off Izzun sprinted over the rooftops, car in hand, while Jakura's jaw fell open like a rusty door

 

"The heck?" Jakura uttered in disbelief. "If the neighbors find out..."
He shook his head as the ussal-bus rolled up. "Oh, well - it could be worse."

*    *    *

"JAKURA!"

Jakura groaned as the nagging voice of his manager ringed through his ears. The fat Matoran rarely did anything but shout at people through his megaphone and steal widgets from the donation tray. "What do you want... sir?" Jakura asked.

 

The manager crossed his arms over his large stomach and grumbled, "You still need to restock the toilet paper! I asked you to do that yesterday, did I not?"

 

"Sorry, sir," Jakura said dully. "I must've gotten distracted by the robber."

 

"Well - quit being distracted! Go open those boxes and restock the paper, now!"

 

Jakura nodded and swung around sleepily. He unlocked the storage room and began to unpack the toilet paper.
I wonder how Izzun's day is going so far...he thought.

 

 

Izzun landed in the usual crater behind the police headquarters, hopped in his car, and sped off to do his usual rounds. Speeding down to Subways*, he grabbed a quick drink and went to the corner to watch for speeding vehicles. Noticing a speeding vehicle coming down the road, Izzun got out of his car, stood by the side of the road, and started humming "Oh My Darling Clementine" while he stuck his foot out. The car hit his foot and flew into a nearby dumpster. Finishing his humming song, he went over and yanked the person out of the destroyed vehicle. "Looks as though this rope will do," Izzun said as he hogtied the driver and threw him in the police car's trunk, "so as to protect the back seat."

 The person had this on him:

1. Comb
2. Specifically market plan
3. Over a dozen speeding tickets
4. Shopping list

Izzun remembered item #2 suddenly. The plan! He quickly read it over, and then realized that, with three partners, these crooks were going to blow up a random gas station!
...There was also a crudely drawn pic of Jakura on fire and in terrible pain.
"The gas station's random, so how does Jakura... fit..." and Izzun hopped in his car and blazed down the road, hoping to get to the Kakamaway gas station before it was too late.
 

 

"Oh, I hate this, oh, I hate this, oh, I hate this stinkin' job..."

Jakura sang his song to the tune of "Oh My Darling, Clementine" - "Darn Izzun for getting this in my head!" - as he finished unpacking the toilet paper. He brought it inside and stocked it on the shelves, hoping he did it "prettily" enough for the manager. Apparently he did, but rather than scream at him, the manager only yelled.

 

"Well, it certainly took ya long enough, Toa! Be faster next time!"

 

"Yes...sir," Jakura said tonelessly.
As soon as the manager left, Jakura whipped out his portable iStone and dialed Izzun's number. "Hello, Izzun? I'm about ready to slit my throat..."

 

Izzun was spluttering more than usual. "There's a - it's a - you have to - save yourself! Some random guy is going to set you on a fire at some random gas station!!"

 

"You mean... Kakamaway?"

 

"No, the list here specifically says 'random'."

Jakura groaned. "Could you explain it a bit more, please? I'm not in the mood for your stupidity right now..."

 

"Well, look who's talking? Now, the pic of the plot shows a gas station on fire with you next to it! It has to be Kakamaway!" Jakura was about to question Izzun's intelligence again, when the phone signal was lost. "Darn phone," said Izzun. "It keeps losing signal. Oh well, I-"
The car raced past Izzun's vehicle, doing 20-30K MPH. Izzun thought about it for a minute, and then turned his car around and raced the other way. He had a plan, and it had better "work".

Izzun raced down to the largest open parking lot, and parked the car (improperly). He created a massive ice sphere, capable of crushing a house, and then without proper safety procedure, flumg it in the nearest direction of Kakamaway, hoping Jakura had a few widgets on him.
And Jakura then stepped out into the parking lot Izzun was in for his 3&1/2 minute lunch break. Apparently, izzun hadn't noticed that he was standing right in front of a donut shop - Jakura's favorite food.
He ran smack into Izzun - literally - and dropped his doughnut on the ground. He growled.

 

"Izzun..."

 

"Um, yes ma'am? Oh, it's you Jakura. I thought it was... wait, where did I fling that ice sphere?"
"What ice sphere?" Questioned Jakura, picking up his donut and looking disgusted. A look of horror and shock suddenly appeared on Izzun's face, and he yanked Jakura into the car, making him drop his donut. "Hey, my donut! why did you- AAAAHHHHH!!!" Screamed the valiant Toa of Fire as Izzun raced down the road at 75 mph, before slamming on the brakes at the Kakamaway gas station.

Jakura's boss stepped out of his office, grabbed his megaphone, inhaled deeply, and was about to scream for Jakura to return when he noticed a massive ice sphere, crushing a car(the one with the explosives), and all of the parking lot. And then he promptly fainted.
After a few seconds, Izzun said "Hey, I thought you didn't work Sundays."
Jakura held his finger up and took in a breath as if to say something - then he let his finger droop, and the air wheezed out of him with a sound not unlike that of a leaking balloon.

 

"Riiiiight..."

 

He turned to look at the car. "What the heck did you do, Izzun?" He folded his arms and looked back at Izz. "What did I tell you? Gremlins aren't actually gremlins - it's a brand of car!"

 

Izzun threw his hands up in the air and sputtered for a moment. When he did finally talk, it wasn't very happy. "Well, I'm sorry, good sir, that I came all the way out here to save your life! You could've died!"

 

Jakura rubbed his sinuses. "Izzun, the only thing I was in danger of was your giant ice... thing. What the heck was that even for, anyway? Knowing my boss, he would've made me pay for the station - and then I would've melted your body down for scrap to sell for widgets."

 

"And you should know," said Izzun, "bodies don't melt. They just burn.. up.. Right, look, Jakura, all I was trying to do was save your life, I mean, the whole place could have blown up. I- uh oh, your boss is stirring. Looks like we better split." And Izzun drove away before Jakura was able to protest.

Finally, they returned home. Izzun parked the car (killing the grass underneath), and they both went inside. Jakura slumped on the couch, exhausted. "Look," he explained " I probably can't go back to work until the asphalt is repaired, which means I might as well go with you to your job tomorrow."
Izzun looked shocked. Jumping up from his seated position, he bolted out the door, and went to the car. "I almost forgot" he said as he pulled the hogtied robber out from the back of his car, "I must return this to the police station. I'll be back in ten." and with car in one hand, robber in other, he sprinted over the rooftops to the station, leaving Jakura groaning on the couch.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED

*Frosted Flakes is the property of  Kellogg's® and Subway® is the property of Subway® Restaurants. This is placed here so they don't burn us up in their fiery rage

Edited September 14, 2014 by Jakura Nuva

[Arzaki]

I assume I can post here, since the previous topic said I could. This seems pretty legit, and I hope that this goes on for a while. Also, I think it's a bit odd that my self-MOC is also a Toa of Fire with a Kualsi. It's almost creepy.

[Jakura Nuva]

I assume I can post here, since the previous topic said I could. This seems pretty legit, and I hope that this goes on for a while. Also, I think it's a bit odd that my self-MOC is also a Toa of Fire with a Kualsi. It's almost creepy.

 

Wait a moment - are you that one guy from the TTV Boards with the Toa of Fire MOC as his profile pic? The Ta-Toa wearing the golden Kualsi?

 

Also, I swear, I did not steal the idea from you...

[Arzaki]

 

I assume I can post here, since the previous topic said I could. This seems pretty legit, and I hope that this goes on for a while. Also, I think it's a bit odd that my self-MOC is also a Toa of Fire with a Kualsi. It's almost creepy.

 

Wait a moment - are you that one guy from the TTV Boards with the Toa of Fire MOC as his profile pic? The Ta-Toa wearing the golden Kualsi?

 

Also, I swear, I did not steal the idea from you...

 

I don't think I have an account on the TTV boards, so probably not. And I was not accusing you of stealing my idea or anything, I was just saying it was kinda funny.

[Ghidora131]

Yes, you can post here. We need as much feedback on this as we can, to see what to improve.

 

And don't worry about it stopping. we'll be out with the next chapter before you can re-write the entire English dictionary in Swahili!

[Jakura Nuva]

 

 

I assume I can post here, since the previous topic said I could. This seems pretty legit, and I hope that this goes on for a while. Also, I think it's a bit odd that my self-MOC is also a Toa of Fire with a Kualsi. It's almost creepy.

 

 

Wait a moment - are you that one guy from the TTV Boards with the Toa of Fire MOC as his profile pic? The Ta-Toa wearing the golden Kualsi?

 

Also, I swear, I did not steal the idea from you...

I don't think I have an account on the TTV boards, so probably not. And I was not accusing you of stealing my idea or anything, I was just saying it was kinda funny.

Oh, okay. I guess Kualsis and Ta-Toa go together well

[Ghidora131]

Next post should be coming soon... Just keep believing...

[Ghidora131]

CHAPTER 2

 

 

 

 

6:03 A.M. (wimpy Koro Time)







Jakura rubbed his eyes and yawned. He slowly sat up In his bed, and stared around weakly, wondering where that nut Izzun was. His weak gaze eventually fell upon a picture on his mantle piece, showing him and Izzun as Matoran, standing in front of a theme park. Eventually he began to remember what had happened the day he became a Toa...




Izzun stared at the sun, and then realized his eyes were hurting. He quit staring at the sun, to save his eye sockets, and began walking down the road. It was the middle of the day, and time for him to go see Jakura. He eventually got to Jakura's house, which at the time was a small, cheap house with only one room. It was lathered in barbed wire, with a "Stay away Izzun" sign plastered to the door. "Silly Jakura and his jokes" said Izzun as he scaled the house quickly and came in through the chimney.



Jakura was sitting in the one chair in his house, reading a book. As soon as Izzun arrived, he screamed and pulled out a revolver. "Wait, Jakura! It's me Izzun! I'm not a robber!"



Jakura groaned angrily and slid the revolver under the chair. "With you, it's worse. Now, what do you want? And what do you have that camera for?" Izzun reminded Jakura of the date they had set out five years ago to go to the fair, and Jakura looked at the spot on his calendar where a skull was, and finally held Izzun's non-stop mouth closed. "Fine. Let's go."





Arriving at the fair entrance, Izzun was tagging along like a three year old at a LEGO convention, Jakura grumbling all the way until he saw his favorite ride: The sawmill. Dragging Izzun along with him, they both got on.



The sawmill consisted of two circular platforms inside a large drum. Each platform had one seat with broken seatbelts. Every time the platforms rotated thrice, they would go up. Jakura, on the other hand, knew on the 27th rotation, it would go up very fast, and no seatbelts meant flying up through the ceiling. Of course, he only remembered this on the 26th rotation, which meant he could only hold his breath.







Jakura came back to consciousness on a park bench, with Izzun fanning him with a newspaper. "Gee" said Izzun, "They should have that ride torn down. I mean, people have DIED from that." Jakura decided it was a good time to take the pictures and leave. Izzun put the camera on a stand, and posed with Jakura. "That one was for you, and this one is for me." said Izzun as he reset the camera. Right before the camera snapped the shot, Jakura felt a cold, dark, ominous, very descriptive wave go behind him. "Say, Izzun, did you feel that? Izzun?"





"...Izzun?"



Izzun felt wet.



That didn't sound so good when he thought it over a few times pointlessly, but it was true. He was in water from head to toe. Wait a sec, why am I not drowning? And what's this on my face? He stopped asking dumb questions and looked around him. He was in some kind of laboratory, with a breathing mask on his face, and the greenish yellow liquid around him was instantly confirmed not to be water.



He slapped the side of the clear container he was in and looked frustrated. That expression nearly fell off his face when he took a second look at his hand.



It was deformed, more animal-like with sharp, incredibly hard white claws protruding from them. He looked at his arms, then his torso, then-



He was huge. He had claws on his hands and feet, a tiny torso in proportion to his legs, and odd, short, black spikes extruding from his back. "Wow, I look awesome!" He shouted brainlessly, as it echoed through the breathing tube and out the chamber. A door in the far back swung far, far open and a shadow emerged. Izzun clenched his teeth, trying to appear angry and hide his fear. He ended up looking constipated.



The shadow that emerged was revealed to be- A short, cloaked weirdo. Izzun bellowed out a stream of uncontrollable laughter, while the figure watched angrily. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him, while Izzun wondered how to be free. He remembered something he had seen in a video game (which was the only real mentor he had). Pulling his arm back, he made the best fist possible, and punched the unbreakable glass, all while shouting at the top of his lungs-



FALCON PAWNCH!!!

Izzun expect the glass to crack and fall out, like smashing a window. Instead, it tore through the walling on the opposite side of the room, and flew a mile before burying itself fifty feet underground. Izzun was glad to have muscles to hold his jaw in just then. Say, speaking of just then, that's when the door flew open and in came that weirdo I told you about earlier. "What in the name of Teridax just happened!?" he said to the empty room, for Izzun had jumped through that brand new hole in the wall.



It took about a minute for Izzun to pull his legs out of the ground, and then run. He started sprinting pretty fast, but he really didn't notice his strength until he leapt strait over a twelve foot tree with ease. "Whaaat?" Izzun shouted to himself, and stopped short. "But I- but I buh- HOW?" he stammered in his usual fashion, not letting a bit of sense come out. He suddenly looked behind him, and he thought he saw a cowardly Rahi hiding in the darkness. "Now, where did he go?" Izzun said as he concentrated on searching for it. Suddenly, a muscle in his eyes that hadn't existed before activated, and his vision turned infra-red. "Wow-wee," said Izzun "I didn't know I had that. That might come in handy." He stopped focusing, and it shut off. "Wow, I really have to go find Jakura and tell him about this!" He ran off towards the small, little hut in which Jakura lived.



Izzun stopped, short of breath, to look at his map (obviously). It was too dark to tell where he was going, but a small match gave enough light to see the map, at least. The map read this:



You are here (dot on the planet spherus magna).



Izzun groaned. "Why do I have the interstellar map?" He looked around for where he was supposed to go, but it didn't help. No heat signals around, maybe except for the fact that he had held the match too long and turned his hand into a temporary lantern. "YOOOWWWW HOT HOT HOT HOT!!!" he decided to wail as he froze his hand solid. "Wow, I didn't know I could do that." He smashed the ice to smithereens as he wondered what the limit of his ice power was.



Thinking for a little while, he raised his hand in the air, and shot a massive icy pillar from it. Toying around with it, making icy spikes emerge from the ground, Creating instant perfectly detailed ice sculptures, making ice blades, he shattered it all with a snap of his hand and realized all this had not gotten him any closer to home. He then decided he would call Jakura! He whipped out a tiny phone cord and satellite dish, and hooked his phone up to it. After a few dial-tones, he finally got Jakura on the line.



"Hey, buddy! It's me, Izzun! I have some big news!"



Jakura nearly had a heart attack when he heard that, thinking Izzun had gotten another year older- and Jakura's place was always the spot for parties. "Please, please, PLEASE no more parties, Izzun! I- oh, it's not that? You say you became a Toa!? AHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA A HAAA!!! Stop pulling my leg, Izzun, if anybody was to become a Toa, it would NEVER be you!"



"Grr, fine. Don't believe me. But could you just tell me how to get back home?"





Three hours later, after a lot of going the wrong way, Izzun finally came back home. It was the middle of the night, and Izzun couldn't bother Jakura right now. So finally, he went over to his usual dumpster, climbed in, and went to sleep.

Izzun woke up the next morning and climbed out of the dumpster. He suddenly remembered he was an eight foot walking monstrosity. He quickly grabbed a convenient cloak sitting there, and crouched down to make it fit right. He then waddled out of the alley, unaware someone was watching him in complete disbelief.





The city square was busy that day, but attention was mostly drawn to an elderly "woman" waddling her way across the entire city. She was extremely hunched, but still stood taller than any Matoran. Izzun huffed and puffed his way until an officer got suspicious and stopped him. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to inspect you-" Izzun butted in harshly, in the worst possible grandma voice "Stay away from me, sonny, I'm not as hot as I used to be, you know." He attempted to waddle away when the officer grabbed him angrily and attempted to handcuff him, only to find what hands he had. The officer pulled out his gun, but then the gun was knocked out of his hand. Looking even more enraged than ever, he turned to see an icy white fist smack him to the ground. Suddenly all of the people stopped and stared.



"Hey, that old lady just punched an officer."

...

...

...

"GET HER!!!"





Izzun ran, ran, ran. And so did the mob.



Anyone who was trying to have a decent morning in any sort of way, shape or form was going to be disappointed when they saw, heard, or noticed (in some other unknown way) the massive wave of friendly Matoran, showing their soft, senseless side that morning. The poor, old "lady" was going to pull a muscle if he had to keep running squatted like this.



It took him about three hours, but he lost the mob. Stooping down to massage his sore feet, Izzun wished his lungs would stop breathing so hard. "Being a Toa-monster thing, is not going to be fun," He panted out. Going to Jakura was out of the question, so he would have to wait until he could... Well,at least until he was able to...



He was, unusually, out of ideas.



Just then, his Istone started ringing. He answered it, (mainly because the ringing would reveal where he was) and it was Jakura, questioning him about his new ussal.



Hey, Izzun, remember that ussal crab I just got? You know, the high quality one? Well, it has been reported going about town freely... With no legs. Why did you do that, Izzun? It's animal cruelty, isn't it!?"



"Look, I tied them underneath it because it didn't stop trying to kick me. How did it get around town with no legs, anyway? I mean, with its legs tied?"



"Say, Izzun," Said Jakura, teeth clenched, "I have a present to give you... And you're not home. Could I come to find you?" Izzun thought of the most off-limits place to access. "Um, I'm behind that thingy that the Turaga Kilowa-something told no-one to enter. Yeah. I'm totally there."



Jakura's kind response involved a few new names for Izzun, most of which involved "Thief" and "Jaywalker" and stuff like that, and he stated that he would be down there, illegal or not, to "Deliver his prezzent".



Izzun started on his way, not knowing that the off-limits place was actually a well reservoir, but not for water.








Izzun eventually got to the "off limits" building that was secured by guards and watched by security cameras. Izzun had no trouble getting in, and eventually found the reservoir...



Shaft.





Groaning, he climbed down the inside of it, only to find it went miles underground. After several hours of climbing, he final reached the bottom- or at least a small railing inside it. Looking into the dark, silvery mass below, he knew it could only be one thing-



Prodermis.



Oh yeah and then he dropped his flashlight in by complete accident and electrified it but now its energized protodermis right?






Jakura sat on his bedside, confused of Izzun. How did someone who acted so... Strangely... Get an I.Q. test stating his was 164!? He tried hard to forget Izzun as much as possible, but he only started remembering his own sordid past...





Jakura woke up at 3 A.M. (Wimpy Koro time). Last night had been nauseating, dreading the thought that Izzun might actually BE a Toa. He kept shoving it into the back of his head, but it still popped forward. He struggled with it all the way to school. Before he left, though, he had to get his graduation robe on. That meant climbing over the bed, pulling the walling out and grabbing it from underneath. He quietly slipped out of the small, barb-wire house. Then, he thought he would call Izzun. He dialed Izzun's istone number.



"Izzun, remember that Ussal I just got? You know..."





At the graduation ceremony, Jakura looked at the wall of records, showing at what age and level each Matoran graduated at. He looked at the highest one, and almost went unconscious.



"Grand Graduate Izzun, Age 2, Doctrine degree."



It took a few friends and a car jack, but eventually Jakura's jaw closed. He decided to imagine It was a mistake, and he went ahead with the ceremony. Later, he strutted back towards his closed-off house to enjoy the rest of the day. But when he got home, he saw all his stuff in a pile, and the place leveled. The construction crew sued him for living in the condemned building, and he lost 3,000 Widgets. Walking away, he remembered he had one thing that could brighten his day-



Izzun's "Prezzzzent" he was to give him.



Angry now, he got in his vehicle and rolled off down the road.



About two blocks away, the road was blocked off by hundreds of people. Jakura climbed out, made his way through the crowd, and saw a sign that read:



GET A FREE HOME: WIN THE CRAZY NACHO MUNCHER CONTEST



Jakura, now homeless, flew like a lightning bolt through the crowd. At the desk he filled out his name, and slipped the paper in the box. It turns out only two people entered- Jakura, and another Matoran who looked rather creepy. At the sound of a bell they were to eat more nachos than the other person in under five minutes.



Four and a half minutes later, Jakura shoved another nacho down his throat. He panted out cheese and bean breath, and his stomach felt like it was on fire. Taking a sip of water, he suddenly felt much better. He was able to gobble down five more before the five minutes was up. His opponent was excluded because he ate only a bite from each, making him think he had 428 nachos eaten. With Jakura the winner, he walked away with the deed to the house, the crowds cheering.



His opponent happened to be related to the boss of the Kakamaway gas station, a big-time gas station. Eventually, they worked out a deal, and Jakura had a job. "Wow," said the happy Ta-Matoran, "I got a degree, a job, and a house all in one day, and I didn't have to worry about Izzun... Uh oh..."



Jakura remembered the beating Prezzent he had to give him, so he snuck to the off-limits place and got in around back. Driving his car through the back exit, he completely ignored the LOOK OUT THERES A GIANT PIT FULL OF PROTODERMIS SITTING HERE sign, he drove right in.



after the five minute fall, something grabbed him out of his car. The car plunged into the vat, but Jakura clutched the deed. In full shock, Jakura noticed the white-clawed hand holding him in the air. Jakura closed his eyes, and muttered the words softly "Going to my h-happy place..."



"Jakura, will you be quiet?"



Jakura's neck snapped around like a rubber band. "Izzun!?!? How in the name of Mata Nui did you get so big!?"



"Oh come now, I didn't use his name to do it," Izzun stated pointlessly. Hooking the car around his claw, Izzun started bolting back to the top of the shaft. Three minutes later, Jakura caught his breath (finally). "I'm telling Kihohiki. I-I don't know what happened to you, but you're not a Toa!" He hopped in his faulty car. Izzun suddenly butted in. "Um, Jakura, that's still covered in-"



By the time Izzun said that, it was already too late. Jakura suddenly couldn't see anything. He felt like he was on fire, but then drowning in water. He threw himself up through the darkness, and hit lightning. A cold, icy wind swept across him, and earth pummeled him. Suddenly that icy wind returned, but it was followed by a punch that sent him through the car roof and into the ceiling, followed by a bounce back to earth. "Jakura? You may want to look at this..." said Izzun as he slid out an icy white slab and showed Jakura his reflection in it.



Later, by a park bench, Jakura came to. He bolted off of Izzun, and accidentally torched a blade of grass. It turned it into a toothpick. "Wow!" Said Jakura. "I'm a Toa! But... Will that affect my new job?"



"Your new job? Oh, so you'll probably want to sell this then..."



Jakura's car, after being exposed so long to the protodermis had turned it into a monster truck. Jakura sold it on ebay* for 200,000 widgets and bought Izzun his own apartment. He then went home, and thought he would be free of him forever.







He woke up out of the flashback, and saw Izzun shaking his arm, saying "come on, let's go! You're going to love it! we can get donuts, have soda, and my car is the ONLY car with a clean back seat! Insane, huh?"



Jakura groaned, and went to get ready...

Sorry about the Hiatus guys, had other stuff going on... Enjoy, by the way!

[Ghidora131]

Well, what do you guys (and gals) think? Did you like it so far?

[Arzaki]

It would be better with a side of Bojangles.

[Jakura Nuva]

XD

[Ghidora131]

Ugh, Bojangles make everything worse.

[Arzaki]

Biojanicles.

Edited December 1, 2014 by Arzaki

[Jakura Nuva]

Is this supposed to be Bionicle evolution?

 

Bojangles, Biojanicles, Bionicle.

Edited December 10, 2014 by Jakura Nuva

[Ghidora131]

Bojangles, Biojangles, Bionijanles, Bionijacles, bionicales, Bionicles.

[Arzaki]

Don't forget 'bout the Bonkles.

[Ghidora131]

                                                                                   THE CHRISTMAS THING 2014



The typing stopped. The computer went back to the home page. A picture of Jakura nuva and Ghidora standing together appeared on the monitor.
Jakura backed away, his fingers sore from the non-stop work he had been doing. Well, when I say "work", I mean sitting in front of a computer screen for three hours a day making corny puns and creating a story. Standing up, he slowly cracked his back and walked out to the kitchen to get a snack.
Ghidora was standing by the cupboard eating graham crackers repeatedly, and turned to look at Jakura with crumbs all over his face. "Ghidora, have you been eating the graham crackers again?!" Ghidora looked around nervously and stared at the ceiling cautiously. "Muhbeh naut..."
After a few donuts, Jakura was feeling better enough to do something reasonable for once. Ghidora loaded up Smash Bros. Melee on the Gamecube to play. "So," Ghidora said as he falcon punched Mewtwo, "How did things go?"
"Things?" Jakura mumbled through a mouthful of donut. He made a weird throaty sound as Mewtwo fell. "Which things?"
The Toa smashed his thumbs against his controller furiously, trying to perform the ultra-secret combo he had learned last week.
"Dang it, just because - AUUUUUHHRRGRGRGHHHHHH!!!" he screamed as Mewtwo laughed and taunted him on the you lose screen. He angrily punched the side of the couch and flew the controller at the screen. Unfortunately, their screen was made of a rubber composite, so it flew back at him and whacked him in the face.
A few minutes later, he painfully pulled himself upright and said "I see you bought the new screen?"
"Yes, I DID replace the screen," Jakura said through gritted teeth. "And for some reason, my insurance doesn't cover coconut-related incidents."
"Aw, is that so? anyway, I think that we should make some Christmas cookies, considering it's Christmas."
"Hey, fine with me." Jakura put down his controller, and spun around in his beanbag chair until he was facing Ghidora.
"So - what first?"
Ghidora hopped off the couch and went over to the counter. "Well, for starters, we need a bowl." He grabbed a metal plate and punched it until it became a bowl.
"Also, we're gonna need some eggs." He grabbed some eggs out of the fridge and cracked the shells off, then placed the gloppy eggs into the bowl. "And some flower." He grabbed a sunflower seed and threw that in, along with some flour for good measure.
"Riiiight... what now, Chips Ahoy?"
Jakura smiled smugly.
Ghidora thought about for a minute, and then turned to Jakura. "No, something even better!" He whipped around and began mixing the dough, adding in milk, sugar, cocoa, chocolate chips, and a hint of bula extract. He then rolled the batch onto some flower flour and rolled it out with a bowling pin.
"Only pin we got. Now, where's the cookie cutters?
Jakura cringed.
"Ghidora... anything that has the word 'cut' in it really shouldn't be used by you. Besides, you forgot the mangosteen."
Ghidora slapped his forehead. "Of course! I knew I was forgetting something!" he ran to his cupboard and opened up his bottle 'o mangosteen and poured in a teaspoon. "Perfect! now you do the cookie cutting. I'll try to locate the sprinkles."
Ghidora grabbed everything he thought was remotely close to sprinkles. Garlic powder, ground Cayan pepper, and Cat litter. He brought the stuff down to Jakura, who didn't pay much attention to it as he had found his bag of cookie cutters, which had such wondrous shapes such as Kanohi Hau, Santa's head and a machete.
Jakura looked up to see Cayan pepper and kitty litter sitting next to the cookie dough.
"Ghidora... we've been over this."
Ghidora looked at Jakura. "Hm? uh, I thought that when you ate the Cayan pepper one, all that shrieking, running around the house and calling me a maniac was a sigh that you liked it."
Jakura rolled his eyes.
"The, uh, normal sprinkles are in the left cabinet."
Ghidora pointed at a bottle.
"No, not the cinnamon - the sprinkles."
Ghidora pointed at another bottle.
"NO, that's Extract of Gukko. The other colorful one."
Ghidora picked up the sprinkle vial.
"There ya go, slick."
Ghidora attempted to twist off the sprinkle bottle cap, but it hadn't been used since eight years ago meaning it was stuck fast. He twisted until the bottle broke, flinging sprinkles all over the house. Jakura and Ghidora stared at the sprinkles and then at each other.
"Um... I opened it."
Ready for one of Jakura's fury attacks. Ghidora calmly grabbed the rolling pin and held it casually, waiting to strike in retaliation.
But instead of being enraged, the unexpected happened - Jakura smiled, then let out a hearty laugh at the situation. Turns out being around Ghidora too much will do that to you.
But they still needed sprinkles.
"Well," Jakura sighed, "we can't eat the ones off the floor. Tell ya what - let's go shopping for some more; can't have Christmas cookies without sprinkles, after all."
Ghidora sighed in relief. Setting the bowling pin down, he reached over and grabbed his car keys. "Well, the store closes soon, so let's get going. Walking out into the garage, he got in and started the car. The lift Kanoka discs hummed.
Jakura grabbed his wallet and headed to the passenger seat when he saw something in the corner of the Garage. A dusty indescribable mask. He felt sad for the passing of Bionicle, and curled up into a ball and whimpered.
It took a while, but Ghidora finally got Jakura into the car. Drivin' along, they eventually made it to Mirumart, the only store I town. It also was a super-mall, so Ghidora always had to prevent Jakura from getting every version of iStone.
When they went inside, everything was covered in snowmen ornaments. From worker's hats to the beverage section, snowmen were everywhere, even in the restrooms. There were so many big, air-filled or plastic snowmen that it was hard to walk through the store.
Ghidora and Jakura squeezed through the snowmen, eventually getting to the sprinkle section. Just then, Ghidora's cell stone rang. Annoyed, he answered it. "Hello, this is Frustratemart, Anger Department speaking."
"What? Oh, hi Arzy! hm? what's that you say?" Uh, heh heh, no I completely DIDN'T forget, of course... Uh, sure. Bye."
He closed the cell stone and turned to Jakura, extremely worried. "Do you remember those invitations to the other guys you sent accidentally when you wanted to burn them? Well, they didn't get lost in the mail! And they're coming tonight!!!"
Jakura, who had currently been distracted by the latest issue of Vortixx Fabulous, dropped the magazine and turned to Ghidora, jaw wide open.
After picking said jaw up off of the floor, he asked, "So... what should we do? Maybe... they'll want some cookies! Yeah, cookies..."
Ghidora slapped his forehead. "We were MAKING cookies, remember? that's why we came to get sprinkles!" He dragged Jakura through the store, who went back to looking at his magazine. At the sprinkle isle Ghidora forced him to choose the sprinkles, which he just responded "...Vortixx..." so Ghidora got Vortixx-flavored sprinkles and his personal favorite, tamale sprinkles. Oh, and blue sprinkles. Because reasons.
As the pair headed to the checkout Jakura tried his best to remember the part in the magazine about the pop quiz, and by the time he zoned back into reality there was a huge line behind him.
"Precisely my point!" Jakura insisted when he came back to reality. "We'll pacify the hoards by feeding them cookies."
He turned around, put the magazine in the cart, and gazed at the huge line.
"Uh-oh. This could take awhile."
He glanced mischievously at Ghidora. "Ghidora...?"
"You got it." Ghidora pulled out a large black plastic trash bag with something inside from his pocket which can hold anything, and set it on the ground. The bag ripped open, and out popped a dancing Santa singing "Santa Baby".
Ghidora and Jakura quickly paid and fled the store covering their ears as all the Matoran inside screamed at the top of their lungs and either began to beat the mechanical device or run for their lives. In the parking lot, Ghidora wiped his hands together and said "Welp, taken care of. Oh wait, was that not what you meant?"
Jakura groaned angrily. "Ghidora, last time you did that we almost got arrested, had it not been for the donut I had." Ghidora shrugged, and gave some obscure reason for showing off Santa. The two got back in the car.
Jakura fastened his seat belt and turned to Ghidora. He was staring mouth-open out the car window. "Ghiddy, stop drooling please! You'll ruin the paint again!" He soon followed his gaze and then shrieked with joy when he caught sight of Ghidora's distraction:
It was a Omega Tahu poster that said "Now in stores: Bonkle reboot 2015!!!"
"INCONCEIVABLE!!" Was all Jakura could say as he pushed his face against Ghidora's window.
After sputtering spastically for five minutes, he managed to say, "W-we got to get them before they sell out! YOU KNOW THEY WILL, GHIDORA!" He grasped his friend's collar. "YOU KNOW THEY WILLLL!!!"
Ghidora pulled away from Jakura, and thought for a second. He yanked out his wallet and some earmuffs.
"Let's do this."
Back inside the store, Jakura had a wig and was pretending to be an elderly lady. Ghidora, on the other hand, was in a tux, a top hat, and had a brown moustache with a monocle. The two snuck through the high security of the LEGO section to get to the Bonkle area. It was blocked off by tons of fans and police officers. A security light flashed, and in through the supply door came two heavily armed security guards carrying a metal case that said "Omega". Jakura and Ghidora started shaking.
It was pried open. Omega Tahu was revealed. Jakura cringed as out came Alpha Kopaka, Gali and the rest. Even Lord of Skull Spiders was there! Tons of each one as well! Ghiddy then decided to make an act.
He burst through the lines and said to the officer "I do believe those are phony. You are trying to trick me with those pieces of Mega Blocks? Pfft! I know real or not! These are..." An eerie gasp from an accordion was heard in the back as he said the words "KNOCK OFF!!!"
While the pandemonium spread, he snuck a copy of each under his arm(with an extra copy of Kopaka) and headed to the checkout.
Jakura ran like mad, his blouse stuffed to the brim with sets. He had pulled off his wig and stuffed that full, as well. When Ghidora turned in the midst of their escape and gave him a curious look, he replied, "For MOCing purposes!!"
The door was further away then it had originally appeared, and the Jakura's general lack of exercise - except in his thumbs, of course - was beginning to take it's toll. Running in heels and a dress wasn't easy, either.
"G-Ghidora!!"
The poor guy fell to the floor, having tripped over a Terminator toy display, and scattered sets everywhere. The mob then caught up to him.
All of a sudden, it was a landslide as fan after fan rained down on top of Jakura, until only a grasping hand was left visible in the tussle. When his head did pop out of the madness for a split second, Jakura only had time to say, "Fly, you fool!" before he was pulled back under.
Ghidora just finished paying and was about to leave when he saw Jakura under fans, being swarmed. He shouted out "I can't leave ya, brah!" and pulled the Santa out of the trash and turned it on.
Jakura suddenly could breath again, and in no time he was on his feet, carrying his sets and covering his ears as the crowds began screaming and running everywhere. Ghiddy and him paid and left as soon as they could.
As soon as they pulled out of the driveway, they saw the roads blocked off by police. "You cannot leave! Those sets are too awesome! besides, we hate that song..." Jakura groaned and looked painfully at Ghidora. "What are we gonna do?"
Ghidora grinned and pulled a lever. The outside of the car shifted, pulling the sides down and twisting the front until it became the most epic vehicle ever...
THE HYPEMOBILE!!!
Jakura nodded, his expression now serious.
Reaching into his backpack - which was decorated with My Little Pony: FIM stickers, of course - he pulled out a strange-looking mask, appearing to be some strange cross between a Kakama and a Miru. It was bright gold, and Matoran lettering was written down the front.
Donning the mask, Jakura's body began to glow, and he switched seats with Ghidora so that he was now in front of the wheel.
In a deepened voice, he shouted, "I CALL UPON THE POWER... OF THE MASK OF HYPE!"
Shoving his foot onto the pedal, flames shot forth from the thruster of the Hypemobile, and The Destroyers' "Bad to the Bone" began blaring on the radio. In a blast of blue smoke, the Hypemobile launched forth at the speed of Hype, headed for Jakura's house.
Ghidora pulled another lever, shooting out the bottom thrusters landing them high above the police blockade. In 2.35 seconds, they were home.
Ghidora and Jakura sat in the car for twenty minutes calming down. He then looked at his hourglass wristwatch. "Ten minutes?! The gang's gonna be here in ten minutes!!!"
Jakura turned to his friend, the Mask of Hype still glowing on his face. Despite it's epicness, it sort of made his eyes bulge out like he was constantly excited, and drool was dripping out of one of the mouth-corners.
"They don't call it the 'Mask of Hype' for nothing," Jakura rumbled. His voice sounded like a mix between Batman and Unikitty. "It has the power to get us hyped enough that we do everything at top-speed, like we're wearing Kakamas."
He put his hand on Ghidora's face, sharing the awesome power with him. In but a moment, they were both vibrating at super-speed from the hype. It also caused each one to be super, super excited!!
Ghidora bolted out of the car door and he and Jakura ran inside and began baking the cookies, frosting them, and sprinkles. Also, a very funny super fast conversation on whether or not to use the Tamale sprinkles and the Vortixx sprinkles occurred.
In a matter of nine minutes after removing the mask, Jakura had calmed back down. Ghidora had calmed down a bit before him, and had readied everything and even had on a Christmas sweater. "All set! now to wait for deh guyz..."
Jakura suddenly remembered the Bonkles they had bought only a few moments ago. "Ghiddy, what did you do with the Bonkles?" Just then the doorbell rang. Arzaki, Akhulii, and Voxumo walked in, all backed by the 1st shadow. He gulped and hoped Ghiddy knew what he was doing.
"Uh, hey hey hey, everybody!" Jakura chuckled nervously. "W-welcome to my house for Christmas cookies!"
He offered a weak smile, then hissed out of the side of his mouth, "Where are the Bonkles, G?!"
Ghidora smiled and greeted the guests and offered them some cookies. He then walked over to Jakura and whispered "Who's 'G'?"
Jakura gave Ghidora the "talk before I punch your face in" face.
Ghidora looked at the "talk before I punch your face in" face. He threw it on the couch and whispered to Jakura "So the guys don't find out, I hid them in th-" T1S suddenly walked over.
"Hey everyone, nice party so far!" he saw the talk before I punch your face in face on the couch. "What the..?"
Jakura quickly picked it up and stashed it away.
"Uh, nothing, heh heh! Hey, who wants to play Smas Bros? We have enough remotes for the four layers needed - and I'm sure Ghidora wouldn't mind sitting out while he... finds something for me."
He turned to Ghidora and scowled.
Ghidora groaned. "All right - I'll be right back."

The party was going great. People playing Smash Bros., eating cookies that tastes rather Vortixx, and handing each other cheap early Christmas gifts like a bar of soap, or a cookie (that they didn't finish eating three seconds ago), or a pair of used socks, or fruit cakes. But one thing kept Jakura busy that unnerved him as well:
Where's Ghiddy with the Bonkles?
Ghidora came back through the door covered in dirt and ashes. Everyone stopped and stared. Jakura asked with a sarcastic tone "Oh Ghiddy, what did you ever do this time?" Ghidora groaned. "I... Uh... Visited some... Ancestors or... Someone.."
Everyone facepalmed. Ghidora then walked over to Jakura and whispered "They're outside the front door. Just set them th-"
AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH! !! ! ! !! ! !! !! ! !! !! ! !! ! !! ! ! !! interrupted a certain Voxy as he lost to Jigglypuff, otherwise known as Akhulii. The Matoran sunk into the bean bag chair, afraid that Voxumo would pelt him in the face.
Jakura, seeing the problem that was about to arise, quickly moved in between Vox and Akhulii.
"Hey, its all cool, guys! No need to fight. Uh, tell ya what, maybe we should play a game that involves more, er, teamwork than... well, hurting each other. Any suggestions, Ghiddy?"
Ghidora pulled out a game from the cabinet called "No Tocuh Bad" - or at least that's what was scribbled onto the cover. He handed it to them and they tried it.
Ghidora whispered to Jakura "If you want to do something with the Bonkles now's your chance! I'll keep them busy here." The sound of screaming came from the screen as FNAF 3 loaded up.
Jakura nodded, and headed for the door - but when he heard the scream, he turned back around, eyes wide.
"Wait - is that...?" He was tempted to stay and drool...
"No," he said after a moment. He clenched his fists determinedly. "I can't be distracted. The happiness of the readers depends on ME!"
With that, he ran outside.
Reaching the porch, Jakura began sweeping all of the frail, half-busted cardboard packages into a large sack. He took a moment to curse the loss of the classic, plastic canisters and their pure awesomeness.
When he finished, he realized that he couldn't take them back through the front door, or even the back door or windows - he would be seen. Looking around desperately, he saw only one way in - and it made him groan.
He'd have to go down the chimney.

As Ghidora went to go eat cookies and avoid hearing Arzaki screaming whenever Foxy appeared, he remembered something. He used to have a job as a mall Santa, preferably the mall they were at earlier, and he wore a full body Santa costume. But... Where did he leave it?
"Ah! of course." he remembered. He lad left it in the chimney for his gag where he would spook Jakura - But he forgot up till now. He bit down on a Tamale cookie while someone who sounded like T1S say "is this Vortixx!?" while Arzy screamed again.
A thud was heard from the other room. Arzaki, mid scream, paused FNAF 3 and came with the group to see the thud from the fireplace. Ghidora only held in a sudden gasp of "Oh dangit, it's Jakura! And he's in my costume!"

Jakura had been having a tough time. The climb up the side of the house wasn't fun, given the fact that he had no ladder. Long story short, it ended in a broken gutter and a bunch of missing roof shingles.
When he had finally reached the roof, he quickly, quietly, started descending the chimney. It was actually quite wide, which meant he'd have to keep a tight push on the walls while descending. Everything was going well - until he found a blockage halfway through. Jakura squealed in fright at first, thinking it was actually Santa Clause - when he looked closer, though, he breathed a sigh of relief - it was only a suit.
The irony of the situation fully hit Jak then, as he realized that, since he couldn't push it down or throw it back up, he'd have to squeeze into it. He groaned and swore to Mata Nui he would eviscerate Ghidora for this later.
Jakura was almost in the clear. As soon as he reached the mouth of the chimney - located in his living room, which was right next to the game room - he could make a run for the stairs. But, of course, things never go the way they're planned.
All of a sudden, some screaming, singing voice erupted from Jakura's sack, followed by a host of blinking lights. Jakura shouted in surprise, and lost his grip on the walls. With another shout, Jakura fell down the chimney, landing then rolling out the fireplace (thank goodness it was out) with a blast of ashes and soot. His sack followed suit, and out flew the object that had caused his slip - the Singing Santa.
Jakura was ready to smash the thing to smithereens... until he turned around. There before him was - well, everybody! They were staring at him with profound amazement visible on their faces.
At last, it was Vox who spoke. "S-Santa?!"
Jakura, dumbstruck and soot-covered and ready to scream, couldn't help but give a sarcastic, "Ho ho ho."
Apparently, it worked - to Jakura's horror, everyone smiled and began to advance on him, ready to sit on his lap and receive their present from his sack.
Ghidora Looked at everyone and gulped. Ooh, this had better work. "Wow! Santa coming here! this is incredible..." he said as the happy Akhulii plopped on Jakura's lap. "Santa Santa Santa Santa Santa SANTA SANTA SANTA SANTA SA-"
"WHAT THE KARZ DO YOU WA-Uh, want for Christmas? :D" Jakura responded, trying his best to sound like Santa. Akhulii started off on how he wanted the protector of fire, and blah blah and of the sort, when Arzaki became a little suspicious. "How do we know you're really Santa?"
"Uh, gee, well, I - uh, hm..." Jakura tried hard to think of a reason why he was legit, and then he stuttered, "Uh - I'll give you stuff!" Arzaki was surprised. That sounded completely legit! but poor Jakura now had to figure out how to get the particular gifts to each one of them. As he sat nervously sweating down his fake beard, Ghidora waved to him from behind the others with a pad of paper and a pencil in his hand.
Jakura silently groaned. He said "I'll make sure you get that on Christmas day, little boy- er, Matoran" and he padded him on the head and sent him away. Next was Voxumo and Arzaki who both wanted Kopaka, but Vox also wanted Gali and Arzaki wanted two earth protectors. And then The 1st Shadow came and requested every other new Bonkle.
"So, Santa" said Voxumo "where's our gifts?
Jakura gulped and fiddled with his beard. He turned with a mortified look towards Ghidora.
"Uh... well, wait a moment! This young fella needs a turn! Come over here, little... thing!"
Ghidora's expression was one of curiosity, and when sauntered over to "Santa" and got comfy on His lap, he heard him hiss into his ear, "I think there's only one way out of this, old friend."
He nodded his head towards the sack.
Ghidora shuddered. It, unfortunately, appeared to be the end of their gifts. He sadly nodded his head. Jakura promptly dumped him off his lap.
"I have your gifts with me now! Ho ho ho!" Jakura tried to sound happy, but it didn't work too well. It didn't matter, though, as they happily grabbed their gifts and went to open them with glee. As soon as they were in the other room, Jakura slipped out of the outfit and handed it back to Ghidora. "Well, I'll put this in the garage." Ghiddy went to go place the costume away.
Jakura took the now empty sack and followed Ghidora, tears slipping down his face.
When he reached the garage, Jakura fell to his knees and sobbed.
"WHY, GHIDORA? WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO US?!?"
Ghidora whirled around and grabbed Jakura's lips. "Shh! I have a plan! you keep the guests entertained, and make sure they go home safe and happy. Heck, even enjoy some FNAF 3 if you want. I'll be back." With that, Jakura's watery eyes watched Ghidora head out into the garage and close the door.
Jakura sniffed and nursed his lips as he went back inside.
As disappointed as he was over losing all of his gifts, he had to admit it - he enjoyed watching his friend's faces as they opened the presents. Everyone was happy, and that made Jakura lighten up a bit.

12:00 A.M. (Wimpy Koro Time)

T1S was the last to leave. He went home to write on his blog about how he met Santa FOR REAL and got Omega Tahu 2015. Jakura waved goodbye, and closed the door
Wait. Thought Jakura. Where's Ghiddy?
He searched the property over but couldn't find him. Where had he gone? no sign of him anywhere. He had no other choice but to go to sleep and hope he got back in the morning. But first things first - he had to clean up this mess they made.
As he cleaned up the endless mess from the party, Jakura gradually grew more and more worried about Ghidora. It was Christmas Day, and he hadn't reported back even once.
He glanced at the clock. 3 AM. Jakura checked his iStone to see if he had received any messages. He hadn't.
Jakura waited till four in the morning, but no sign of Ghidora was around. Eventually he collapsed on the couch.

9:07 (Wimpy Koro Time)

Jakura woke up lazily. He saw presents under the tree, Christmas lights on... wait, whaaat?! He sprung off of the couch and saw Ghidora in the kitchen, grabbing a Vortixx cookie and nomming five more. He looked tired, but he still responded with a crumb filled mouth "Mewthy Cwithmaus!"
Jakura spluttered a moment, unable to form words. Everything was beautiful... and Ghidora had done it! "Ghidora" and "beautiful" usually didn't appear in the same sentence together...
"H-how? There's no way in Karzahni... that you could've done this by yourself." He raised an eyebrow. "Did you abuse the almost-holy powers of the Mask of Hype?"
"Oh, I ussud tehh brainz 'o mine thweeh minuutes augow." he said and then swallowed.
Jakura eventually got out the other presents. Ghidora's presents were the usual stuff, a new phone, a pair of sai, and a sweater! But Jakura's were odd things... A camera... some background posters... And a blank book. What in the world? he thought, very confused. Doesn't Ghiddy know I have a camera on my phone?
"Ooh! ooh! last present!" Ghidora squealed and handed him a mass of duct tape and cardboard. It was big, but looked like a toddler could do better. Rather nervous, he opened the side, and out tumbled -
Tahu 2015, along with all the other sets.
Jakura was awestruck. He brought out Omega Tahu, and stared at it for a few moments.
He turned to Ghidora, who was busy slashing at wrapping paper with his sais. "I'm amazed, Ghiddy - looks like you're a better friend than I thought (which is saying something, since you're already my best friend). Still, how'd you manage to get these, especially without a partner?
Surely they were sold out..."
"Well, actually there was only these ones left."


(CONVENIENTLY TIMED FLASHBACK)

Ghidora drove up to the parking lot and came inside. He saw all the fans were trying to get past the blockade of officers. He simply reached to the trash can, but someone grabbed him. It was the store clerk.
"You!!! You're the one who placed that horrendous Santa! I'm gonna make you pay!" a couple officers came over to help.
Ghiddy woke up to find himself forcefully shoved into a Santa outfit (much lamer than his own) and his midsection was strapped to a large chair. A line of kids had formed and were ready to jump on his lap and tell him of the garbage they wanted for Christmas. A sign above him said "Santa here all night long!!! Yayz!!!"
"OKAY THAT'S IT" he screeched and he whipped out the Kanohi Dealius, the mask of dealing with it. It was a golden Kraakhan-style mask that had glasses and gave him the ability to deal with anything, especially give him physics - breaking powers. "Immah firing mah lazor!!!" he yelled and let out a SHOOP DA WHOOP on the officer wall. They flew aside as he strode through, and snatched the sets. As he was heading to the checkout, an officer shot the mask from his face. Surprised and unarmed, Ghiddy quickly paid, snatched the mask and fled.
The Hypemobile's engines roared and he sped away, with the last of the 2015 sets.

"And that's why Lewa should never- uh, I mean that's how I got back with the sets!" he smiled weakly, expecting something over-the-top was going to happen.
Jakura looked up from the ground, where the pieces to all the sets had been dumped everywhere. He had had his nose in an instruction manual during Ghidora's entire flashback. Distractedly, he nodded his head a few times before turning back to his toys.
"Uh, okay, sure - hey, Merry Christmas, Ghidora."
Ghidora smiled. "Merry Christmas, Jakura."

 

 

 

 

 

~From the sick minds of Ghidora131 and Jakura Nuva~

 

~Have a happy holiday~

Edited December 23, 2014 by ghidora131

[Arzaki]

0/10 needs more Arzaki IGN

 

No but really though, this one was pretty good. I would like to have my own Kanohi Dealius. I could get through the day so much easier.

Edited December 24, 2014 by Arzaki

[Ghidora131]

...Kanohi Dualis? I'm not familiar with that one.

 

Anyway, I think this is the thing to read on Christmas eve

[Arzaki]

...Kanohi Dualis? I'm not familiar with that one.

 

Anyway, I think this is the thing to read on Christmas eve

Whoops, I meant the Kanohi Dealius.

[Ghidora131]

Sorry guys, but this is going to have to go on a hiatus for now. I hope it's able to revive, but I can't say for sure.