“Ha! Ha! Ha!” Acid proclaimed again, and again, and again, as she had been doing so for the past two hours.
“I got it!” The Poison King raised his voice, which was rare unless he was really angry, “I don’t care that you won some stupid contest because you’re stupid!”
“You done?” she asked.
“Yes, I’m sorry darling,” he hung his head, “but you shouldn’t flaunt your winnings you should be grateful for I helped you win this prize you covet so.”
“The question was to name the most berries, you gave me the name of one. I don’t need to share one ounce of my bounty,” she stuck her tongue out at him.
“Do you even know what you won?”
She stopped in her tracks, “No, but it has to be something amazing for such an amazing, and wonderful person,” she picked up her pace.
“You forgot modest,” he said under his breath.
“I heard that dear,” she glared; they walked the rest of the way as silent as the falling snow, leaving footprints behind as they trekked toward the nearest town to claim the prize. When they got to the radio store, the prize worsened her mood, the radio show host handed her a large, heavy book, “A book? I don’t read ever, unless it’s a potion recipe!” she cried as they walked out of the building.
“But Acid this is a classic, it teaches you about the true meaning of Christmas!” he took the book in his hands.
“You can keep it I hate Christmas.” She said, “The only good that comes out of it is the possibility Bianca will get those smoke bombs I asked for. I’m not going to that party our friends are throwing this evening either!”
“Come on Acid that can’t be true! It will be so much fun.”
“Ba Humbug,” she said and walked back home without another word. The King examined the book, and an old mischievous grin found its way onto his face for the first time in ages.
Acid was settling down for the night, the King wasn’t back from the party yet and she frankly didn’t care that he went without her, much. She and the King had developed the habit of sleeping in a large tree beside her cottage that resembled a pokemon center. She fell asleep but wasn’t like that for long.
“Boo!” cried a voice.
“What!” Acid was sitting up with a branch in her hands prepared to defend if need be.
“Hey Acid!” came the voice, it was Sarah, the ten year old girl with blonde pig tails that had gotten around to following Acid and her friends around.
“Sarah?” Acid sighed, lying back down.
“Wait I’m here too!” Matt’s voice sounded, he was her partner in crime, “And don’t fall asleep yet!”
“Why not?” both of them appeared in the window the tree grew closest to.
“Because we are actually ghosts,” they both had white sheets on with eye holes hastily cut out, “to tell you to believe in Christmas.”
“No.” she replied closing her eyes.
“Oh and you’ll be haunted by three ghost not counting us,” Sarah continued.
“Leave me alone go to your party,” she said putting her blanket over her head.
“We warned you,” Matt said and they both ran away down the steps and back outside to somewhere else in the forest.
“Nice special effects,” she grumbled and fell back asleep.
She only slept another hour when, “Alice!” came a sharp sound.
She bolted up, only two people knew her real name so it must have been, “Elise I am trying to sleep can you take this ghost nonsense back to Halloween! And don’t call me that!”
Elise stepped out of the window, a bright light seemed to hang around her, her long white dress billowed in the icy wind, she levitated toward Acid and spoke, “I am the ghost of Christmas past didn’t ghost Sarah and Matt tell you Alice?”
“Yeah, but I chose to ignore them like I should be doing to you.”
“But I am here to take you back to Christmases before you were friends or enemies with us, back when you were Alice.” She took a deep breath and, nothing, “Why didn’t that work?”
“Disappointed?” I can’t remember any Christmases before I became a Rocket, too young.
“Fine I’ll show you Christmas as a Rocket,” again nothing happened.
“When you were a Rocket did you have Christmas?” Acid asked.
“Fine! So you have no Christmas past, I get it, wait, found one!” the world changed around them, until they were in the same exact spot except one year earlier.
“Show off,” Acid muttered, she watched as a very familiar bickering twosome walked under the tree.
“What do you want for Christmas Acid?” The younger King asked.
“Christmas is stupid I don’t want anything but to be left alone,” the younger Acid complained.
“Why, Alice?” he asked.
“I told you not to call me that idiot,” she screeched, then her voice softened, “I never got to have a Christmas with my parents before, it happened, I can’t remember them at all.” Although at the time Acid hated The King’s guts, she felt inclined to tell him her secrets.
“Oh,” they kept walking together.
“I hate you,” she added.
“When someone says they hate someone it means that they love that person,” The King said smiling.
“I will never ever love you and your ridiculous sparkly hat!” she exclaimed.
“You know this hat was custom made by five tailors...” the scene faded away and left both of them sitting on the old tree in the present.
“Tommy!” Elise yelled, “You’re next!” She floated down, Acid had no doubt Jack was using his Kadabra to assist her.
The young boy, known as Tommy, was dressed in his normal attire; the only change was a reef with holly berries sticking out placed on his messy brown hair. “Hey Acid I’m the ghost of the present and there it is,” he pointed to the large house that the party was being held in, “All your friends are having fun and The King has been mopey and there’s mistletoe!” he said quickly, his eyes sparkling, she had no doubt he had found himself under the mistletoe with a certain brown-eyed girl, “That all I’ve got sorry but the preset is fleeting and I can’t make magic happen like Elise so have fun with the future.” He left as quickly as he came, much like the present.
“Who’s future then?” she said about fed up with the whole business.
“Me, my darling,” The King stepped onto the branch from the window, “I know I can’t show you the future for nothing is set in stone but I was hoping we could make a future together, one bright no matter how many insults you throw at me,” he offered her his hand, she stood and took it.
"Your hat is silly you know?" she said.
"I know Alice, I know." He led her to the party leaving behind the book Acid won that day, it was titled, The Christmas Carol.