Holiday Love Slaves

Hidden in the depths of seeming nothingness in between the substantive universes of living realities dwelt an ancient of Chaos. It had been since before the dawns of creation for the realities around it. It would look into the various realities and watch the pattern by which they unfolded… and like watching sitcoms over and over the got bored of the formulaic courses that the realities unfolded in. Natural Order was so predictable, a million realities to investigate and they kept following the same patterns in a neat and organized manner.

The Chaotic recalled past diversions it had created, turning the marked days of the turning of the orderly calendars into opportunities for madness and disorder and doing so with such festive spirits. It was close to the ’s favorite game if you will. Memories of past chaos wrecked on the calendars came to mind;

The Lecherous Leprechaun telling dirty limericks that transformed prudish heroes into the whores they dressed up like…

A succubus mocking Cupid that heroes and villains to fall madly in love with each other…

The twisted 50’s American Sitcom House Mother intent on turning young women into happy homemakers with a need to bare children by the dozens…

The Biker Santa delivering Ho-ho-hoes to the cities of the world….

Ah good laughs, watching the heroes and heroines in their dayglow fetish fashion become the naughty porn stars they dressed up like… Those might have been Its favorite trick.

But of course, the forces of order would swing in and “Set things right,” restoring “order” and returning the course of events to “The Plan.” And that was boring.

Boring…. Utterly, repulsively, disgustingly, malignantly boring.

Next to it was a particular reality. The looked in as a melodrama played out. The man in the skintight suit with the pointy cowl giving a speech about moral righteousness, the lady in her skintight outfit offering sexual pleasures, they would flirt, they would fight, he would capture her, and she would escape from the police and the dance would continue… riveting, for the first million times you watched it, after that it got stale. The Forces of Order agreed apparently. Occasionally they would write the story so the hero would capture the thief’s heart, she would reform and become his loving bride and side kick… The image of a cat vomiting flashed across the multi-verse. And here, the Heroine pined for her villain to reform, but he just broke her heart and ran off with the stolen McGuffin of the week…

There were times that the concluded that the forces of Order ran out of ideas! Well time to throw some wrenches in the works as it was said. The of Chaos wanted madness and by golly these self-proclaimed heroes and villains in their exciting underwear were going to put on a show for its amusement!

The spun and slithered between realities looking for a fresh one, one currently untouched by its game. There, that one… that would be perfect! The focused its formless gaze down and started to shape a spectral champion to start a new season of amusement for the …