A Twisted Christmas
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  • Reads 9,060
  • Votes 766
  • Parts 29
  • Time 3h 34m
Complete, First published Apr 03, 2016
Mature
Every Christmas Eve, King Santa Claus soars through the skies to deliver presents in a sleigh pulled by eight flying reindeer. But until midnight, if you listen closely, you can hear his merciless whip snapping across their backs.

Krampus, the goat demon and punisher of naughty children, was once the king's most trusted advisor, and even named heir to Santa's throne. However, when he began to question the North Polian monarchy, he was exiled to the outskirts of Antartica.

Now, after spending a century in solitude, Krampus is finally summoned back to his home. Upon his return, he learns of how tyrannous the king has become in his absence. It isn't anywhere near the holidays, but it looks like Santa won't be the only one working overtime this year.


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He watches you when you are sleeping.... Prolouge: A whip cracked over the heads of the last five rows of elves as Santa took up the end of the droopy prosession, with a mad look in his eyes. "What's this?" his thunderous voice boomed across the open tundra. None of the elves even turned around to look. It happened almost every day. "Get up on your feet you misrable rat!" Santa cracked the whip again this time hitting the poor elves feet. The elf moaned and made a half hearted attempt at getting up, but he fell back down. "Get up!" Santa barked. The elf tried once more but it was a more feeble attempt then the last. Santa got down on one knee and leaned really close to the elf's face. He propped the elf up on his knee so the elf was sitting in his lap. Santa pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. With some magic, Santa's ID turned into a picture of a female and to kids. "See them, your family, that's who you are letting down, how could you? How could you be so cruel to some innocent kids. Get up if you want to live. Get up if you want to live in the spirit of Chistmas. Get up if you want to live with me." Santa looked at the elf squarely in the eyes. Very faintly over the whipping winds of the North pole, the elf spoke. "No, I will not get up, I will never get up. The spirit of Christmas, there is no spirit anymore. At least not around here. And I will never get up up, to be with you, you are a ruined being, you are the root of evil, a heartless being, murderous and rampent to get you agenda finished, you are the thing that is wrong with this world, you are the greed, the envy, the jelousy, now standing against what you once stood for. You are the madman I will never get up for." Santa turned around and walked away fading into the snow storm. "He desevered to die anyway." Santa grumbled. With this he caught up to the line of elves and began cracking his whip once more. Santa smiled this was going to be the year of giving and receiving.
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Holly Garland on Santa's Lap [COMPLETE]

39 parts Complete Mature

Once upon a time, I was your typical good girl, doing my job like a total elf star, no complaints. Even with the little "gift" I was born with (aka my disability), I handled life pretty well. But let me tell you, luck's never been my plus-one. What am I talking about? Oh, just my lovely name-and the Christmas curse that comes with it! Every year, without fail, while my family's out decking the halls, I'm over here getting snowed under with the worst disasters. So, yeah, all I want for Christmas is for this nightmare of a season to be over. But this year? Oh, I've really hit the Christmas tree topper. Ever since I plopped myself down on Santa's lap at my office party and made a special wish, it's been one yule disaster after another! And now, I'm stuck in this sleigh ride from hell with that red-suited nightmare, forced to follow him wherever he jingles. Sure, he might be a total angel under that fake beard-mysterious and all-but I'm not about to let myself get wrapped up like some Christmas present under the tree. My brain's still in one piece, thanks. So, seriously, sweet baby Jesus, how did a nice executive assistant like me end up sleighing through this wild holiday misadventure full of danger, romance, and all the holly jolly chaos of Christmas?!