Anti-Santa Origins

Chapter 3

    A mysterious woman had washed up on shore. She was huge, fat, and had barnacles all over her face. The Ant-Santas dragged her unconscious body into the Compound initiation room. Billy Bob was waiting with a small tattoo maker in his hand. It wasn't an electrical one oh no. It was a syringe with ink in it. The woman was strapped onto a table with her ass in the air as Billy Bob punctured the back of her neck with the needle. 

    His hands were extremely unsteady so the half bar code was very faded, scratchy, and wavy. The other half was on the bottom of her right foot. To be scanned, she would have to bring her foot up to her neck and connect the two halves. Billy Bob giggled as he tattooed her foot because he most definatly didn't have a foot fetish. He tickled her toes as he went about his work.
    "BILLY BOB!!!!!!" The first Anti-Santa screeched.
    Billy looked over at her, fear in his eyes.
    "Y-y-yes master?" He stammered.
    "We captured another person and we need him barcoded immediately."
    "But I'm not done wit-"
    "SILECE!!!!!!!!!" She interrupted.
    Billy Bob tenderly kissed the woman on the tables feet before running to catch up with the first Anti-Santa.
    The other side of the Compound
    Anti-Santa the second had all of the Compoundians lined up in a perfect line. She was pacing the line to make sure everyone was in place.
    "As you all might've heard, Anti-Christmas is coming up. This means we will need the strongest of the strong to pull our dumpster when we go swipe bad children from their homes. The first Anti-Santa and I have decided to host a trashcan pulling competition. Everyone has to participate except her and I."
    Now you see, this was back in the days where there weren't many Compoundians in the compound. The Earth year was the year where Jesus would be born. But the Anti-Santas did not yet know that. They didn't talk much to God, being Gods themselves. And now back to the story.
    "Anti-Santas, I come bearing news!!!!" Randie stumbled over to their huge ass mansion, his fat rolls bouncing with every step. (This was after the competition was announced.)
    "What is it?" The first said as she answered the door.
    "I heard a rumor that a baby named Jesus is about to be born on Earth. He is supposed to be another God or something."
    The firsts eyes flashed slightly red. Her lip curled and she snarled.
    "This baby cannot exist. We're supposed to be the most powerful Gods."
    Later that day...
    The Anti-Santas had called a meeting in the meeting hall. They silenced everyone and got quickly to explaining their plans.
    "It has come to our attention that a new God of some sorts is being born on Earth tommarow. We cannot let this happen. So we have decided to, STEAL JESUS!!!!!!!" The Antis laughed in unison along with the Compoundians.
    The Compoundians did not know who Jesus was, but they were forced to laugh when the Anti-Santas did, or they'd be severely punished.
    The second Anti spoke. "We've decided to hold the trash can pulling competition this afternoon at 12 o'clock sharp. DON'T BE LATE!!!!!!"