[Rainbow Christmas 2020] Krampus Night

“Hey, I know it’s December fifth! That’s why I thought we were going to Pete’s party. I don’t want to miss this recording,” Marty says with great disillusionment. “No, no, no! Look, you and I agreed to fuck five people with all those toys I bought. I spent my fucking money on this and now you scheduled me to fuck some influencer?! A newbie who probably has like twenty followers!! Hell no!”

Marty hangs up and tosses his phone on a nearby sofa. He looks to a lightly decorated living room. A pine tree dressed in black and red lights, leather sticks, black and red globes, and photos of a hideous half-man, half-goat creature. Enormous leather sticks hang by the windows, instead of curtains. Two bowls filled with black and white candy canes are placed on the dinner table between two sofas. A large sign painted in black and red by the front wall of the room proclaims KRAMPUS FUCKING ENERGY. It’s the nocturnal celebration Marty desperately wanted. However, the only sounds loud enough to match celebration are Marty’s ranting.

“Fine then. Let’s see how everyone enjoys their night.”

Marty walks to the sofa and grabs his smartphone. He opens Twitter to view his 10.7K followers, anger fueling him. Marty’s last-minute video post has put his followers in a foul mood. Comments grow enraged and transform into threats. Marty closes his eyes, breathes, tries not to burst. “Motherf—”

Ping! A notification interrupts Marty.

“That’s it!!!” Marty directs his brewing anger at his 10.7K followers. Ignoring the alert, Marty initiates a rant thread:

For fucks sake!!! This was supposed to be a great night and now it is ruined. Video is CANCELED!!!!! #MartyKNPartyCANCELLED

And please, don’t even try to ask who did it because I won’t say his name. Oh shit! Did I just say he? Yeah, well then I guess you know who he is then? So friends, I’ll be happy if you could send him my gift: 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

I don’t have gifts for anyone who helps me on this. But let me say to everyone (follower or not) who wants to argue with me because they find this as a threat, sorry but I will report you before you do it to me. Ok? 👋

Marty logs out of Twitter and turns to the sign on his left.

“Yeah. Now that’s my fucking energy,” he says, slightly relieved. “Now that I’m alone. What am I supposed to do?”

RING! The smartphone rings, catching Marty’s horrible mood. “Now what do you want? Guess you didn’t like my thread, huh?” Marty ignores the phone.

“Now I really want to get fucked.” Marty says, letting out a calming breath. 

TUN! TUN! The doorbell rings, drawing Marty’s attention to the door. “Hope it’s a porn star and not a fake influencer,” Marty hopefully says, preparing for some good luck on the other side.

The door opens with a greeting from an inhuman sight.

“Holy shit! Now that is a costume!” Marty says, surprised.

The stranger wears two big white horns on top of a head filled with black fur spreading all over its face, almost obscuring its sharp teeth and elongated red tongue. The fur extends throughout the naked body of a man, looking like a real beast. He carries a red bag at his side.

“Well then…tonight it’s you and me, handsome,” Marty says, gleefully flirting with the creature. “You are a most delightful beast, aren’t you? I don’t mind if you don’t talk. I hookup with a lot of beastly men with huge sticks. If you get what I mean.”

Marty smiles at the beast. The creature silently strides inside the house. It inspects the living room, made up to resemble his beastly persona. He focuses on Marty as he walks to the kitchen. Marty opens the fridge and takes out a soda, then opens it and takes a drink. Marty grabs another and offers it to the beast. The beast remains quiet, ignoring the soda and Marty.

“Okay…you sure are determined. That’s fine by me. I really need to be with someone who doesn’t fight me.” Marty walks to a sofa near the creature.

Sitting, Marty taps the sofa cushion beside him, inviting the beast to his side. A generous offer, the beast draws nearer and sits where Marty directed. He looks around, breathes, bends his hands, and moves his face to Marty. A perfect view of his new prey.

“Have you ever hit anyone?” Marty asks.

The beast remains silent and Marty’s annoyance grows. The beast grabs his bag and opens it to remove his wooden stick.

“Oh, now we’re talking. I am fucking ready for this,” a gleeful Marty says, slowly moving towards the creature. Sitting in his lap, Marty bites his lips as if he’s been penetrated. He changes positions by placing himself face down in the couch to the beast’s left side. “Okay baddie. Everyone hates me because I’m always so naughty. Now I want you to hit me as hard as you can.” Marty eyes the beast as it looks from Marty to the stick.  

Slap!

The first hit. Marty smiles with his eyes are closed.

Slap!

The second hit. Marty keeps smiling while biting his lips.

Slap!

The third hit. Marty feels a little exhausted. On the other hand, the beast turns to the bag, grabbing a sharp metal stick. It looks to a delighted Marty, finally making the creature smile while showing its shark-like teeth.

Slap!

The fourth hit, Marty bleeds.

“Ahhh, what the fuck!!” Marty hits the beast’s face. The creature turns mad and strikes with a ferocious anger towards Marty’s face. Marty falls on the floor and looks at the beast. He tightens his grip on the stick as he prepares for a sixth strike.

“Oh shit! Don’t kill me!” Marty says as he looks for a defensive weapon, finding nothing nearby. The closest weapons, kitchen knives, are far away.  

Marty races to the kitchen. Reaching the counter, he grabs two knives.

“Look bastard! I took fighting lessons. I don’t fucking care if I have to kill evil Santa!!” Marty shouts at the creature.

The beast charges and slams his stick against Marty, starting their bloody fight. Disfigured faces, stabbed legs, pierced stomachs, and shattered eyes; transforming these two beings into hungry beasts as they fall on the ground, ready to die. A bleeding Marty refuses to concede his impending death, yet he looks at the mess he made.

Hypnotized by the red and white ceiling, Marty refuses for this to be his last sight in life. Looking to the right, the creature seems beaten while growling in pain. Marty decides to make one last thrust at the beast using his broken knife to slowly slit the beast’s throat. As the monster’s painful growling dies, it goes still. A shocked Marty looks at the beast’s body, satisfied to finally survive its anger.

Slowly, Marty stands and walks to the sofa. He grabs his smartphone. An old notification appears on the screen. 

Emergency Alert

Police order all residents to stay in their homes following emergency calls of a man dressed as Krampus who has murdered several people on the area.

CURFEW IN EFFECT.

Marty looks at Krampus’s body, slowly walking to it. He removes Krampus’s mask, revealing a human male face, disfigured by their fight.

“Fucking Krampus.”