BAD SANTA

CHAPTER 1.

10 years later... Or that's what they think. Nick was a grown man and goes by the name Santa with a big white fluffy beard working at the North. He and his elves working and working and working. And the elves? There nasty! But make great toys like:
Ships and cars
Rails and bars
No more lanes
For lots of trains
Candy chocolate
Name them all
One more word
I'm gonna fall
Dolls and houses
Lots of toys
Superheroes
For the boys!
Lots of lots of lots of fun
Lots of fun for everyone!
"Hahahah," and they sing too! Santa was just running around his workshop and got tired out of the blue for a wisk. He went to his office and sat on his chair.
"That was fun." Ho! HO! HO!!
Santa looked at his desk and just glared at the picture when he was little with his parents: Henry and Madam. A mild cold tear drop slipped through his eye as he picked up the portrait and looked stunned.
"What a beautiful boy I was"
More tears dropped down his face like rain on staking metal. His eyes rushed to the window and he thought to himself: Christmas. Wonderful! Santa enjoyed the word! Wonderful as in meaning: Proud, Manly, Just amazing! The night whisked by as the lights were closing down and all Santa would think about was his parents. He wished he had spent more time with him. He still remembers when he was little going to Walt Disney Resourt and looking at all the fish that swam past the river with his father Henry. He still remembered how much times he didn't want to drink milk and refused the dialnation from his mother Madam. But now...
"I love milk" He thought.
He filled his brain with fun and joyful thoughts as his chaired zoomed passed the room like a tiger chasing dear and was laughing of all the good time he had.
Well it was dark and he wanted to call it a night.
"Seya boss!" Yelled Jermy as he went of to bed as all the other elfs did.
He's a later!
Santa tucked himself in too and took one more glance at the picture. He escaped and took his eyes and made them close for one last day. For Christmas was too come!
His mind was filled with vain. Santa was dreaming and then BANG!
A strong wind ripped open the window and a dark flow of sprinkles came into the room. It gathered a rather dark substance and formed some sort of body. It gathered the eyes and formed a rather spiky mohawk. Then his feet formed and his dark look got created. It was him. The master of evil,dark,bad,a devil anything! He was (Perpentar )Ssen Krad.

   Ssen Krad looked and took a glimpse at Santa. Sleeping like a big hunk.
"Hahahaah" "This is step 1 of my creation!" Ssen Krad leaned over Santa and give a whisk to his hair.
"Hoo!"
He quickly and quietly plucked a piece of hair of his body and then put it in his pocket.
"Hahahaah! You will be no match against your inner self!"
ST NIIIIICKKKK...
The piece of paper flew in the air. Whoosh whoosh and whoosh and Ssen Krad flew of!
Never to be heard of for now.