Ghidora131

IC Vaalku Vaalku knew that Fang knew what he was supposed to ask, so he kept quiet and patiently waited.

IC Vaalku "It's wasn't that, it's... Another closely related incident." Vaalku stepped out into the momentarily blinding light. "Eventually he stopped attacking me, and we had a tense discussion. IN the end, there seemed no reason for us to fight. And then it happened."

Only when they fly off the shelves. There's actually a game about that. Is Vezon's zany adventure of Christmas, caramels and Black six relevant?

IC Vaalku Vaalku strode down the halls, thinking that Exxan was right about Raptor. Then again, he thought, you're not all there yourself. He turned the corner and saw Fang. "Sorry about earlier." he said, rather rudely striding in. "Where were we?"

Are dang right.(no jork) Chuck norris

Granted, but they are about wishing you weren't here. I wish that MLP would DIE IN A GRAVE ALREADY!!!

Absolutely! Not the "refined" kind, mind you - the actual kind. TPBM thinks I am awesome :3

No, only play a lot of video games. Do you find me intellectually awesome?

IC Vaalku "You're not helping." he muttered and went looking for Fang.

IC Vaalku "I need to find Fang. I have to finished some... Buisness. Nothing violent, mind you, but personal business nonetheless. Have you seen him?"

A gentle pause in the proceeding of the questions to bring you- A Christmas caramel (with Vezon) It was a dark, horrific type of night. It may have to do something with the fact that Vezon's workplace smelled like French fries and the windows were stained with grapes. Or that he was staring at you from behind his eighteenth-century desk. Dallior's hands trembled at the thought of having to speak to Vezon. He wished that Vezon could just be a Toa, someone more reasonable than the cold Skakdi clone. "Well?!" he shrieked at the Ta-Matoran's mask. "Why in peuce blazes did you use all the cole up???" The Matoran looked up cringing. "Um, I believe it's because the coal-" Vezon cut him off mid sentence. "It's the COLE!!! not the coal! that was the last cole we had!!!" The sounds of the ninja of earth dying in the fireplace was a little unnerving. Just before Dallior could present a witty remark which would probably earn a raise(into the ceiling), the doorbell rang. Grunbling, Vezon went to answer it. Macku was there with a sign that said "Pay food for the orphans you horrible Skakdi monster!" Macku stared at Vezon and said "Um.... Uh..... Um...." She found herself across the street in a garbage pail. Vezon closed the door. "Um sir," began Dallior. He got a faceful of Vezon. "WHAT?" He gulped. "I-I would like tomorrow off, being that it's Christmas and all." Vezon angrily slammed his fist on the desk. "That is preposterous! Why would I do a thing like that? You think oi would dare have you gone on Christmas? Why, that day is the most important, for that is when OTHER stores are closed! And they won't get any customers! So that means no people roaming the streets, no customers heading in, no one buying my products..." He grumbled angrily. "Fine. You get the day off tomorrow." At the end of the shift, Dallior burst out of the building shrieking for joy. Vezon soon came after him, grumbling all the way. He was wearing glasses, which was very odd for a Skakdi, but he also wore a woolen coat and a top hat, all topped off with a red scarf. He actually, for the first time, wore something reasonable. He trudged back home, tripping the orphans in the street whenever he could. At 229,003 Whathuh street, he came up to his house. It was a Victorian mansion with a gloomy feel. He unlocked the door and went inside. After a quick nom of food and some milk, Vezon was ready for bed. He looked down the lane at the old caramel shop he ran, and outside the door a sign read: "Vezon caramels". He groaned miserably and went to sleep. About midnight a spooky noise entered the room, followed by a crash. Vezon got up to see Dallior on the floor, and white as a Ko-Matoran. He yanked him up by the leg angrily and said to the tiny Ta face of his, "What are you doing in my awesome house!?" Dallior was shaking miserably, frightened by both the awesome might of his owner and something more mysterious... "V-v-v-Vezon!" the pesky fire-spitter shouted. "Th-there's something in th-the c-c-caramels!" Vezon smacked Dallior upside the face, screaming, "Talk normal!" "Let me just show you what's going on..." Dallior shivered as he led the Skakdi down the hall, who was laughing at him all the way. The pair soon arrived at the caramel creation centar, where Vezon staggered back in confuzzulment. The whole factory floor was filled with peppermint candies. "Peppermints?!" Vezon shlakded at the top of his lungs. "Shlakded? That's not a real word." Vezon pulled out a dictionary and his trusty RED PEN OF DOOM, and after a few scribbles showed Dallior the glorious word. "See?! Word! Word! Word! Word!" He threw the dictionary at Dallior's thick skull, proving that words can in fact hurt you in addition to sticks and stones. Vezon went back to shlakding at the factory floor, wondering who would dare tarnish his perfect caramels with... peppermints, the bane of his existence. "Who dares challenge the mighch ofh Veshon?!" the overlord uplacted with peppermints in his mouth. Suddenly, a bright light shone across the room. A blue figure walked out of the cheap visual effects, shooting eye beams all over. It... was Vezok. "Vezok?!" Vezon burst. "How are you here?!" A sinister evil laugh filled the factory with fear. It was the sound... of ghidora131. Ghidora coughed and wheezed, throwing the Vezok mask to the ground. He eventually started bellowing out coughs and dropped to his knees, spitting and wheezing. Vezon and Dallior took a step back. He eventually found the strength to stand. "Ahem. *cough* let me introduce myself. I am Ghido-" "We know who you are, worm!" snapped Vezon. "You're that loser who supposedly owns this comedy! well, I'm steppin' in! and may I also ask why there are peppermints all over the floor, forcing me to work to pick them up! it's madness! it's respontricable! it's-" Dallior opened up his mouth to say something, but decided he had better not. Ghidora thrust open the window. It led into an alleyway. "This place is where I found you and asked if you would like a job. You were drinking an unknown alcoholic beverage and hugging a trash can lid." Vezon snorted at Ghidora, muttering out something about no respect for the upper class. "We had lots of monies from this business, and we were very successful... Until I got sucked away by the Moderators. Ever since then, you've handled the business and have been very successful." "So why even come here in the first place? well, certain Mods want to see a difference in your industry. Soooo, on this fun-filled night, three... Um... 'spirits' will visit you and take you through the past, present and future because reasons." Vezon quickly scrambled through the book A Christmas carol and looked at Ghidora. "Is this some sort of sick comedy detailing a spoof of this particular writing in any way?" "Nooo..." said Ghidora, and flung both Vezon and Dallior through a portal. "Have fun with the first ghost!" Dallior and Vezon flew through the portal, their eyes screaming for mercy as they passed through the Technicolor hippie tunnel. As they landed outside the passage of horrors, they gasped for relief. Dallior finally crawled up, seeing none other than... “Nuju Metru?” Vezon and his slave shouted in disbelief. The first ghost sighed and said, “Yes, it is I, the undisputed master of the BZPRPG and others.” “Why are you here?!” Dallior gasped in disbelief. “To teach you, Vezon, the true meaning of peppermint candies.” “What about me?” Dallior asked in disbelief. “Oh, yeah, you’re here.” Nuju Metru sighed. He snapped his fingers, calling upon the powers of the mods, and gave Dallior a floating beanbag chair and Lewa MoJ and the Protector of Jungle sets from the new wave of BIONICLE. “Yes!” Dallior jumped onto the seat, full of... “Don’t say disbelief!” Nuju Metru screamed at the narrator. As the pair... and Dallior... walked down the street that had appeared in front of them, seeing an old man on a cane with colorful swirls. “What’s this?” Vezon asked, confuzzeldly. “This is Peppermint Past.” Nuju Metru stated slowly. “What do you see in his hands?” he asked the all-powerful Skakdi. Vezon replied, “A candy cane, smart one!” “Yes.” The RP mod responded. “And what is that broken down shack across the...” “OK, this was fun, but we really gotta go!” Vezon yelled. He jumped onto Dallior’s beanbag chair, using the power of the Olmak that got fused to him earlier to teleport them into... ...Vezon's abode. Vezon landed on Dallior abruptly, who at the time was crying because Nuju had snagged away his beanbag chair and sets before they teleported. "Oh, quit crying you little coward! It' not so ba-" A potal appeared in the end of the room, eventually consuming it and turning the whole room white, with not a bit of furniture in it. A voice was heard from the back of the room. "Wow, you seem so empty inside..." Vezon and Dallior whirled around to see another Moderator, floating above the ground, riding on several winds, with a banquet sitting beside it. "Want a snack?" "-W- -Windrider?" said Dallior, rather shocked. "NO!" screamed the being floating there. "It's me, Toa Varora!" Dallior groaned and whispered to Vezon, who stuffing his face full of food "What is wrong with this world?" Vezon sighed, ignoring Dallior’s remarks. He asked Varora, “Why are you here, weakling?” Varora replied, “Nothing, nothing. The moderators asked me... or rather forced me... to teach you that you shouldn’t sell caramels on Christmas, since peppermint is where it’s at!” Vezon growled, and had a bickering with Varora, which evolved into a quarrel, which evolved into a full-out slap-fight. Vezon then realized that this was technically his comedy, and threw Varora out the fourth wall. As Dallior waved goodbye, Varora shouted, “I wanted a bigger cameo!....” Dallior and Vezon high-fived and began to eat the floating banquet Varora had so nicely left for them. Suddenly, a booming voice shouted, “ENOUGH!” The two stopped and looked around, afraid. “YOU HAVE DISREGARDED THE WILL OF THE MODERATORS LONG ENOUGH!!” the voice continued. “Vezon,” Dallior asked fearfully. “Is that...” “Yes.” Vezon responded resolutely. “It’s Black Six.” Black six scowled down at the two nutcases, jamming their mouths full of food. "THE END OF YOU IS NEAR, SKAKDI." Dallior swallowed and nervously stated "wha-what about me?" Black six thought for a second, and then said "MEH, I'LL GUESS YOU'LL DIE TOO." Dallior began pleading as he and the illustrious Vezon were chucked into a portal. They appeared in a cemetery next to a grave. Vezon shockingly read it and it said VEZON THE GUY. "Wow. I'm really cool!" he said. "I'm both alive and dead! Paradox, folks!" Black six facepalmed as the ground around Vezon and Dallior fell apart. "YOU REALLY ARE AN IMBECILE, AREN'T YOU?" Vezon waled over and began a fight with him that involved Black six being epic and Vezon girly punching. Dallior grabbed Vezon and took the punch from Black six. Coughing, he fell to the ground. "NOEZ!" cried Vezon as he staggered over to Dallior. "who's going to make me my sandwiches?!" Black six grabbed Vezon by the back of his neck. "WELL, WHAT HAVE YOU LEARRNED SO FAR?!" Just then, the fourth wall shattered as the previously flung Varora slammed into Black six and knocked Vezon out of his hand. Vezon grabbed Dallior and teleported back home. Dallior woke up, seeing Vezon pacing angrily. "What in the world are we going to do with all these rotten peppermints?!" He stopped for a second, grinned, and turned to him. "Let's just give 'em away! no one will know how bad they really are anyway!" And so, Vezon learned the true meaning of Christmas somehow... and Dallior just came along for the ride. THE END Thanks for reading, all! Thanks to Toa Varora for agreeing to cameo, and to Nuju Metru and Black Six for cameoing against your will! Your questions will be answered soon!(enough) And have a happy holiday from the psychotic folks behind this comedy!

IC Vaalku Vaalku was about to say something when Exxan ran into him. "Oh, sorry Exxan. And for running out on you earlier."

IC Vaalku Vaalku snapped into reality suddenly. His mind had flung back to the meeting with the Toa, and then into a much more frightening memory. But now fang was gone. "I can never hold a conversation." he muttered, even though half the time it was his own fault. He didn't know who to trust anymore. He quickly stepped out of the library and went looking for Fang or Exxan, to apologise to Fang for zoning out and to Exxan for darting away to talk to Fang. At the Gym, he almost ran right into Exxan. Raptor was also there, and some Rahk who was shouting and complaining about her accent. Weird...

IC Izzun Seeing that the beetles were gone, he cracked the ice ring in two. "Well," said Izzun "I guess we can get those subs now."

IC Vaalku "An interesting Toa as well. He met me and stated he was training to lead, all the time we were circling each other." He looked at Bullseye as well. "Many Rahk think Toa are selfish plagues to the universe, and are nothing more than a nuisance, just oversized Matoran. They're nowhere even close. Toa are powerful killing machines, held back only by their code. Toa are so powerful they can destroy many Rahk at a time. They have a deep sense of honor, and duty, to protect and defend against the forces that attack them. Heck, a team of powerful ones could down a Makuta for good." Vaalku suddenly shook his head furiously, trying to get an image out of his mind. "...T..Toa don't feel the need to kill and maul. They're warriors of justice, and anyone who says otherwise can hear my story. The Rahk that challenges them should go in well prepared or they won't come out alive."

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~

OOC: currently I'm talking to Fang. My upmost apologies to Roman Torchwick for accidentally dropping the conversation, let's just say I said I was gonna go check Fang. IC Vaalku Vaalku groaned angrily. "Because every time I run into you your conversations, beatings or sulking are usually involving that." Before he let Fang respond, he motioned to his spine, the way it was twisted and shredded. "No one but I knows what happened to my exoskeleton. And i'll tell you." "I ran into a Toa."

*high fives Zehvor* Nice! In fact, let's have a quick summary... Players start off being transported in security vehicles across the (ocean, wasteland, battleground, etc.) area to the Asylum. Decay and high security are seen everywhere. No one is safe finding a way out on this condition. After all these many years, Toa are considered flat-out insane the moment they become Toa, so in Matoran minds, to be a Toa is a dreadful thing. When they get there, they are allowed to converse, do stuff, eat, read, etc., but at night they will never get a wink of sleep because the monster will roam the halls, searching out those who have high power or something or other. Then there's the doctors, scientists, guards, etc. HOw will they play in, I don't know. But to have an asylum with no kind of supposed medical researchers there is really bad. In an attempt to destroy the minds of the Toa, they give them the fear of the monster, the watchful eye of the doctors and security, and to top it all off, there are horrid amalgamations of deceased Toa, stuffed with electronics and the sort, which will be any type of Toa the monster has killed. Whether or not the player who played the Toa gets control of the amalgamation puppet is rather concerning, since not letting them play it might be considered insulting and deriving them of their playing experience, but then again they might misuse the level that they will be given at that point. And finally, I will need someone who is good at stuff and things to assist me on this. It's going to be huge.

OOC: I-wah-um-Where? I kinda lost track on that when three pages go by in my sleep. IC Vaalku Vaalku groaned. "Is it about the belief of whether or not Toa are acceptable as heroes, creatures with supposed intelligence and power?"

OOC: *crawls and gasps out of life* I'm free! @Torchwick sorry I couldn't be here! I tried responding but I guess it didn't work. IC Vaalku Vaalku bolted into the refectory to find Exxan wasn't there. I was too slow. He decided to start looking for Fang. Being alone made him vulnerable. He began running through the halls, eventually finding him in the library next to someone he had seen before. He slowly walked in trying to appear he hadn't ran all the way over here. "Please tell me this isn't another one of your skirmishes" he said to Fang, noticing a sword in his lap.

IC Dessimus Dessimus gave whoever was splattering senseless babble at him a glare. He saw a Toa in his vicinity, though. He slowly strode up and tapped his shoulder.

IC Vaalku He was going technical. All right, i'll try to please him. "I am Vaalku, and I am here to cut short this undiplomatic war that is going to ring through the schools." He leaned in a little closer. "Already Fang is gathering several allies in an attempt to destroy Phogen." Vaalku had no actual clue what Fang was doing with his group, but his constant attacks towards anyone associated to this "Phogen" gave him a general idea. "He's going to lose for sure, but otherwise several Rahk will be killed, and for something unreasonably pointless. The entire school will be affected by this, and if Tridax finds out-" He stopped short, because he realized he himself didn't even want to know what would happen if Tridax found out. He started over slightly. "There will be no more sensibility in this school if this occurs. Everyone will be forced to join sides and fight to the death. So. That is my involvement."