Beyond Christmas : World War Elf (A Santa Clause Fan fiction)

Chapter 2 : Carbon Dioxide

16 November, 2002

Today was the day. The day they'd take the dark side in as an ally. Bernard wasn't feeling so easy about it, he never really did in regards to Krampus or even his elves for that matter. Memories from the war had flooded back to him and he was tempted to stay home and let the second in command deal with the guest. But, he knew he was to be faithful to Santa, so up he got and to work he went.

He knew she would be arriving soon, so, he caught the attention of everyone in the factory.

"Excuse me, everyone, if I can have your attention for a minute," Bernard shouted, everyone going silent and waiting in anticipation for whatever he was about to announce.

"Alright, so, as you all know, the Arch-Elf who works under Krampus is visiting today," There was a small murmur about the factory which interrupted the elf.
Sighing softly, he continued.
"I know we haven't had a great run with the Southern side, but she isn't here to harm us, she's here to help. If we don't gain them as allies, we might as well start Elf-Armageddon two. So I ask that you treat her like you'd treat anyone in here and make her feel at home-"

The Head elf was cut off by the sound of glass smashing obnoxiously loud and feminine yelling. Everyone's eyes darted to the noise to see something peculiar. A person was seemingly thrown in through the window which was supposed to be invisible from the outside and smacked against the wall like you'd see in a cartoon, sliding down until they met the floor. Out of panic, Bernard and the little second in command elf ran over to the person and knelt beside them, seeing if they were ok.

"Oh my gosh!" Curtis, the number 2 elf of the factory, yelled in panic, grasping his hair as Bernard knelt down beside the person. "Are they dead?!"

"I don't know! Maybe!" Bernard yelled back, causing Curtis to holler out a girlish scream.

Sighing softly, the blackette examined the person who lay calmly on the floor. They were clad in heavy snow gear, all black. Their first coat was fluffy but the one present underneath through the zip was leather. The pants they had on were of a brand the boy had never heard of while their boots were of combat style. Covering their face was a facial scarf, a beanie, and a pair of steampunk, type goggles, one of the lenses being cracked and Bernard thinking that it might've been from their dramatic entrance. When it came to figure, they were small and feminine, but from the attire, he wasn't quite convinced.

At the sound of a groan and the sight of the person shuffling a little, Curtis sighed in relief while Bernard flinched at the sudden movement. Whoever, they were, they had sat themselves up and rubbed their head taking a look around at their current surroundings. However, they didn't seem fazed or confused in the slightest as they pat Bernard on the back.

"Might wanna get that window fixed buddy, and, y'know, make them a little less bloody invisible," The person said in an extremely thick, British accent, seemingly annoyed yet humorous about what had happened.

"Who...who are you?" Bernard asked, hoping he had an idea of what they may answer with.

Sighing softly, the person lifted their goggles so they rested on their beanie and pulled the scarf down. What was revealed sent a chill down Bernard's spine. Her eyes were as icy blue as polar caps and her skin was so pale he could've labelled it as white. The cheeky smile which she harboured was accompanied by one cheek stitched from the corner of her mouth to her jaw. Many spots decorated her skin like stars in a night sky, a common Southern elf trait. Teeth and ears pointed, she held her hand out for him to shake.

"Arch-Elf to Krampus, you may call me Carbon. It's a pleasure to be of your acquaintance," She introduced herself, Bernard hesitantly placing his hand into hers as he shook it.