It's time for...A Bionicle Christmas Carol. Part 1.
Tuma was dead. If Stronius knew one thing, he knew that Tuma was dead. He was Tuma's sole mourner, sole...well, he was really the only person who cared about Tuma. After the events of 30,000 years ago, when the fight between Mata Nui and Teridex ended in a tie, it was pretty much every man for himself. Stronius, the one person who used to follow Tuma loyally, stuck with him after the Cactalysm.
He and Tuma had stuck together to survive. With the citizens of the Matoran Universe needing a new home, and the harsh wasteland of Bara Magna being their only new home, the world was left overpopulated and underesourced. Stronius had taken in Tuma, and with the mineral mine Tuma knew about, they struck it rich while others suffered.Gresh sat at his tiny desk, scribbling things that were too trivial for his boss to handle. Stronius' nephew, Branar, knocks at the door.Branar: Uncle, it's me! Can you let me in?
Stronius: May I see some identification please?
Branar: ...how can you see it if you can't see
me?
Stronius: Not my problem.
Branar: I just wanted to invite you to my Christmas party...
Stronius: Christmas? Christmas is a waste of resources in a world without enough resources to feed 10 Glatorian.
Branar: Oh come on uncle, why not? I picked out a wonderful, giant Sand Bat big enough for the whole family!
Stronius: Gresh, could you please execute order 66?
Gresh: *sigh* *opens door* Sorry Branar...I honestly don't know how one could loathe Christmas as much as your Uncle.
Stronius hits a button on his desk, and the top flips over, revealing a turret loaded with several dozen Thornaxes. Stronius grabs the controls and starts firing.Gresh: MY BACK!! *falls over writhing in pain*
Stronius: ...oh, right, you were still standing in the doorway. Heh. *fires at Branar*
Branar: *runs away*
Gresh works at his desk, looking tense. He finally works up the courage to ask his boss what's been eating at him for hours.Gresh: Mr. Stronius, I was wonder if I could have-
Stronius: NO.
Gresh: ...Don't you want to know what I want?
Stronius: NO.
Gresh: I just wanted to have Christmas off...with pay...
Stronius: Bwahahahahaha!!! Bwahahahahaha!!!
Oooh, that's hilarious. You wanting ME to give you a day off. And without pay. Bwhahahahahahahahahaaa!!!
Gresh: ...how about without pay?
Stronius: So you want to start working for free?
Gresh: No, but-
Stronius: One more work out of you and you won't have anything to be merry about this Christmas.
Gresh: .........*keeps scribbling*
Two Agori come to the door. One is carrying a sign that say "Toa Underfed and Undercaredfor. The other is wearing a top hat.Agori #1: Sir, I'm sorry to burden you on Christmas Eve, but-
Stronius: Then don't.
Agori #1: ...If I could just ask for a tiny donation...the Toa have been in such rough shape since the War-
Stronius: I NEVER WANT TO HEAR OF THAT HORRIBLE WAR AGAIN. *lumbers up to the Two Agori* Humbug. *sends them both flying with his cane/club*
The clock strikes 6.Gresh: Well, I'll be off to my home now.
Stronius: You're not to be ONE MINUTE late tommorow. 5 A.M. sharp.
Gresh (sadly): Yes sir. *leaves*
Stronius: The nerve of some people...begging for stuff for nothing in return. This world is barely pulling through and people want to start wasting what little they have because it's "tradition". What ever happened to-you know what, I'm just going to go sit in the corner of my room and mumble to myself about how terrible things have gotten.
Stronius walks-you know, "lumbers" is kind of a more accurate word. Stronius lumbers home to his large home where Roxtus used to be.Stronius: *notices the Knocker is in the shape of Tuma's head* Goodness! It looks just like Tuma!! ...Oh wait, it's always been like that. This used to be Tuma's house. Now, if only my keys would fit...curse my lack of apposable thumbs. >_<
After eventually just knocking the door down out of frustration, he takes of his coat.Stronius: GOOD GRIEF I'M NAKED!! O_O
Me: Yeah...Bionicles don't wear clothes. Although for some reason Turaga Dume wore that robe...ah well.
Stronius goes up the stairs to his room and turns off all the lights. He grabs a chair and sits in the corner.Stronius: Grumble...tight....grumble...
.ridiculous...grumble...
He hears a clattering coming from his door.Stronius: Anyone? Burgalars? People worried about the sound of my door crashing down?
Several heavy boxes are thrown into the room, with chains attached to them. Finally, after this over-dramatized scene, Tuma...lumbers in.Stronius: Tu-tu-tu-tuma?!
Tuma: No, I'm Taylor Swift. OF COURSE I'M TUMA!!
Stronius: Wh-what are you wearing.
Tuma: Nothing. O_O
Stronius: Now, those chains.
Tuma: These chains are made of the bones of all the enemies I destroyed. These large...square thingies are are made of iron. The balls attached to my chains are forged out of the skulls of the enemies I crushed.
Stronius: R-r-r-r-rea-l-l-l-ly!?
Tuma: Nah, I just thought it would sound cool.
Tuma:
