The Outsiders Imagines/Headcannons

A Christmas Carol...outsiders edition

Edit: I frickin forgot Steve in this and it's April. I was so stressed and busy I forgot him. I'm so sorry Steve

Ponyboy: Narrator
Dally: Ebenezer Scrooge
Soda: Scrooge's nephew
Johnny: Ghost of Christmas past
Two-Bit: Ghost of Christmas present
Darry: Ghost of Christmas yet to come
Steve: Jacob Marley

And other surprise guests

This isn't going to be exactly like the novel, it's more going to be based off of it
Ponyboy's dialogue will be in bold cursive.
He is the only one on the "Stage". He clears his throat and begins to speak...

Greetings ladies and gents. I welcome thee to our version of Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol...

Once upon a time, on a Christmas Eve, Ebenezer Scrooge-
"It's Dallas Winston man! Don't get my name wrong!"
Dally! We're doing the play and you're Ebenezer Scrooge!
"Oh yeah, sorry geez."
Anyway, Scrooge lounged back on the couch. He grumpily smoked a pipe-or wait um-cancer stick, and only felt disgust and hatred, for it was Christmas Eve of course. The time he hated the most-
"But I love Christmas, Man!"
Dallas! Stop interrupting the narrator! And you're not Dallas right now, you're Scrooge!
"But you just called me Dallas."
...
',:)
Scrooge hated Christmas. He covered all the windows and played The Beatles records loudly to block out the Christmas joy.
"Ugh, I hate Christmas man."
He grumbled as he puffed out a few smoke clouds. He just wanted this time to be over and-
BOB SHELDON WHAT IS THAT SOC DOING IN OUR HOUSE!!!!
(Bob): "Uh...I wanted to be in the play as Bob Cratchit duh."
(Johnny in the distance): "AAAAAAAAAAAAA MOOOOOOOONSTERRRRRRRRR!!!"
(Darry): "Get that nasty rat out of our house! He's scaring Johnny and he's contaminating my floors with his privilege!"
(Bob): "Let me be in it! I'm perfect for the role! My name is Bob too ya trashy greasers!"
NO YOU AINT! IM GETTING TIRED OF EXPLAINING CHARACTERS. BOB CRATCHIT IS KIND AND VERY POOR. THE TOTAL OPPOSITE OF YOU. NOW, I THINK EVERY PERSON CAN BE KIND BUT YOU ARE CERTAINLY AINT KIND TO US SOC!
(Bob): "...whatever grease."
*door slams and he drives away in a mustang*
Ugh how did he even get in-anyway,
There was a knock on the door and Scrooge let out a load groan. He slowly got up and opened the door.
It was a poor, little girl with pigtails. She held her little brother's hand.
"You have a dime?"
The girl asked.
"No, can you please go away."
Scrooge responded blankly.
"You have a di-?"
The girl asked again.
"No get outta here!!!"
Scrooge yelled at the kids like they were sewer rats. Then he slammed the door on her.
The girl wore a sad look as she and her brother walked away.
Scrooge let out a heavy sigh as he plopped back onto the couch. But he was swiftly interrupted by another knock.
He let out another mighty groan, louder  than the first. He opened the door to a couple of girls. One of with red hair, the other black haired.
"Well, hello there. What brings you fine doll faces here?"
Scrooge smirked and leaned against the door.
"We're here to ask for donations."
The blacked haired girl answered with a charmed smile, giggling while she did.
"Donations? For what?"
Scrooge asked, his smug look starting to fade away the moment he heard donations.
"Donations for our school. We have a Christmas party planned and it's fundraising for the homeless, thought of it myself. So we're just here to stop by and ask if you would like to donate and possibly be invited to the party?"
The red head said coolly.
The moment Scrooge heard Christmas and donations, he felt like he could've lost his lunch then and there.
"No! I am not gonna give away my money like trash to brats and people who don't deserve it. No donations! And screw your Christmas party!"
Scrooge snapped at them.
The red head's eyes became fiery as she threw her coke at his face.
"That oughta cool ya off!"
She yelled as both girls turned around and left.
Scrooge wiped the coke off his face and fell back on the couch with irritation. He was about to relax when there was rhythmic knocking on the door.
"Oh my fu-WHAT NOW?!"
Scrooge threw his hands up in the air.
"It's me Soda!"
Oh, not again-Soda you're the nephew
"Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Sigh, anyway, Scrooge got up and opened it to his smiling nephew.
"Hellllllllooooooo uncle!...was that good pony??"
Yeah yeah, it's okay.
"Uncle uncle! Here ya go!"
His nephew handed him a card decorated with Christmas stickers and glitter, and a sloppy horse drawing.
Scrooge opened it.
"What is it?"
Scrooge asked.
"Why, the invitation for my Christmas party of course! You are coming, right?"
Scrooge cringed at the statement.
"No, I have work to do."
Scrooge lied.
"But it's Christmas Eve."
His nephew thought.
"Overtime. Well, I best get on with my work, bye."
Scrooge quickly said with a fake smile.
"Oh, um b-."
Scrooge slammed the door before he could finish.
His nephew walked away with a slightly sad look.
Scrooge lounged on the couch again and turned on the TV. It played Christmas cartoons but he quickly changed it to a random teen movie with drugs and romantic cliches.
He got out a pack of beer and cigarettes with a satisfied smile.
He looked at the invitation card from his nephew for a moment.
Then he shrugged and tossed it into the trash.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps rose in the house. Puzzled, he scanned the house.
"BOOO!!!!"
"AAAAAAUGH! What the hell, man?! Steve you are dead!"
Steve that wasn't your cue! And not your line either! Urgebdbasbdia-
"Jeez, calm down Pone. Alright, wooooOOOOoooOooh! I am your old deceased partner, Jacob Parsley!"
"BUAHAHAHAHA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Why did I even do this-Steve you annoying-your name is Marley! Not Parsley!
"Oops."
Now do it right or I'll give Bob the part.
"ScrooOOooge. I have come from the grave to save you from your fate. Tonight, three spirits will visit...oooOOOoooo...."
Utterly terrified, Scrooge watches as his transparent friend goes through the window.
*Steve accidentally falls out the window*
Scrooge then witnesses chains of spirits wailing in their failures and mistakes, unable to break free.
*Tim Shepherd's gang dramatically wail and scream like banshees*
And like a snap, the spirits including Marley disappeared among the mist.
Scrooge passed out on the couch with a whirlwind of emotions, but mostly because of his high crashing down from the cigarettes and alcohol.