Note: I never read A Christmas Carol but have seen a few movies of it so I get the general idea of the story. Though some scenes might be short or cut out because I haven't seen the movies in a while, and I'm trying to keep this short, this is my own personal take on the story. Be glad you didn't get the MCSM version of the birthing of Jesus.

Merry Christmas! (Or the day after because I'm really slow.)

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It was the day before Christmas in BeaconTown, and all were jolly... except for one man. This man was Ivor Scrooge. He hated Christmas, and everyone really. He only cared about 2 things: Money and Lava. Ever since his old business partner Soren died a few years back Ivor just hated Christmas more and more. Calling it a waste of time and all.

He especially hated it because he is supposed to give his one worker the day off. This one worker being Lukas Cratchit, a poor man with a big family and a big heart. Earlier that day Ivor caught Lukas putting some coal in the furnace. "Quit putting coal in the furnace! Unless you're paying for it, which I doubt you can." Ivor shouted.

Lukas sighed, "Yes, sir." He was forced to huddle around a torch for warmth while he worked.

A few hours later two people walked in holding buckets, Lukas waved to them as they walked in and went to Ivor's desk. "What do you want?" He grumbled.

"Hello!" Said one of the duo. A man with a thick orange coat (with a thick British Accent), his bucket said 'Homeless' on it.

"Merry Christmas, sir. Can you spare some money for charity? We're trying to raise money to help the homeless and to find animals safe homes." Said the other. Her bucket said 'Animals' on it.

"Why should I give my hard earned gold and diamonds for people dumb enough to be homeless? Or for stupid animals!" Ivor hissed. "Get out!"

"How can you be so heartless?" The man asked.

"Are you sure sir? Even a gold nugget is all it takes." The woman tried to convince, keeping herself from screaming.

Ivor wrinkled his nose. "No. If someone's homeless then they should work in the factories, earn the money! And I could care less if an animal is abused or not. Let the dirty mutts die if they can't make it! And I'm talking about both your stupid charities. GET OUT!"

When the man started to cry, the woman patted his back and escorted him out. "Come on Stampy don't cry. It's just one heartless old man."

"Stacy, how could you even say that?" Stampy asked. "and I'm not crying!"

"Well because some people are close minded dumb dumbs and others have hearts. And you're totally crying." Stacy answered. After she said that the two left the building and where too far away to hear.

Not even ten minutes later a man burst into the office, he was a big fellow and had a big grin on his face. "Merry Christmas Uncle!" The man cheered.

Ivor groaned, "Hello Fred."

Fred walked over and leaned on his uncles' desk. "So Uncle Ivor," he started, "I came here to invite you to my Christmas party! Romeo and Xara kept saying 'don't invite Ivor he's boring and old!' but as your nephew, it's my obligation to invite you. So here I am!"

"Bah! Humbug! Christmas sucks! Now go home I'm busy!" Ivor argued.

Still, with a smile, Fred got up. "Alright, I had a feeling you would say no. But if you change your mind you can always stop by!"

Ivor didn't even answer because Fred already left. So Ivor and Lukas continued to work until Lukas broke the silence and asked, "You know sir, tomorrows Christmas. And I was wondering if I could go home early?"

Ivor looked up from his desk and scoffed. "Scoff!" he shouted, "and ha! Oh, you're being serious."

"Please sir, it's only a few hours early! Don't you want to spend time with your family too?" Lukas asked.

Ivor scoffed again, "You mean my one nephew? I would rather sit in a pool of lava than spend a day with him! Fine, you're lucky Jesse is making me give you a day off tomorrow as well."

Lukas jumped with joy and was about to give his boss a hug but restrained. "Thank you, sir! Merry Christmas sir!" he cheered as he left the building.

"Bah humbug," Ivor mumbled and continued to work for another hour into the night.

~~~

Eventually, Ivor closed his office and went home, eating nothing but burnt porkchop and drank lava tea. It was like tea, it just had a drop of lava in it.

But as he ate he heard a knock on the door. It assumed it was from outside and he shouted, "GO AWAY!" and all was quiet. The someone knocked at the door again, louder this time. Reluctantly Ivor got up and looked out the window, for he could see his front door from his kitchen window and no one was there. So, he sat back down and continued to eat.

Finally, his bedroom door burst open and Ivor was knocked over by a rush of wind. When he looked up he saw a man with chains and bricks drag himself out of the bedroom. The man looked familiar... "Soren?" Ivor asked.

"Yes." The man said. "It is I, Soren. Your old business partner." As Ivor got up and approached his partner Soren suddenly floated up and landed with a thud on the table. "I'm a ghost you cowbrain."

"If you're a ghost why did you make a sound when you landed? And why do you have so many chains on you?" Ivor asked.

"DON'T QUESTION GHOST LOGIC!" Soren shouted. "I'm like this because of my greed when I was alive. My stingy and bitterness made me this way. Change your ways unless you want to end up like me in the afterlife."

"How do I know you're even real? Am I being tricked?" Ivor asked, though when one of the bricked hit Ivor in the head he actually hurt. "Ow! What was that for?"

"To try and knock some sense into you! Well, we never got along well while I was alive. But I'm trying to save you, you know! Look, you're going to be visited by the three Ghosts of Christmas once the clock strikes midnight. Just pay attention and you'll be fine. Well, it's been fun Ivor but I need to go back to eternal damnation now!" And just like that, he was gone.

~~~

Ivor went to bed that night confused, scared, and kind of gassy. Though he soon forgot about it and went to sleep and didn't awake again until midnight, awoken by the clocks twelve creepy chimes. He looked around the room in search for any ghosts but there was no one there. "All that Christmas talk must've made me delusional..."

"No, it didn't. That's a stupid reason to blame being delirious on." Another voice said. Ivor looked towards his bedroom window and hid under his covers like a child. "you're not a child, you're an old man. Face me like the greedy monster you are."

The sheets were yanked away from him and Ivor was exposed. "I wouldn't call myself a monster but-"

"Be quiet please." Said the ghost. He didn't look very Christmas like, or Ghost like for that matter. He was a dark-skinned man who wore armor. The only thing Christmas like about him was some holly that surrounded on his helmet. "I am the Ghost of Christmas Past, though many call me Ghost Gabriel. I'm here to show you the Christmas' of your past. Now get up, I don't have all night."

The moment Ivor got up Ghost Gabriel lead him towards the window. Instead of seeing the snow-covered street he was looking into a home with a big Christmas tree and Christmas decorations. With two little kids opening gifts.

"Do you recognize this place?" Ghost Gabriel asked.

"Yes... this is my childhood home... and that's me!" Ivor pointed at his younger self through the glass pane.

Ghost Gabriel nodded. "And who's the little girl with you?"

"Hm? Oh, that's Binta. She used to walk me to school every morning and walk me home every night. Then I would teach her everything I learned in school that day. Back then girls couldn't go to school you know." Ivor said. But he was too busy looking at his past self opening gifts.

Ghost Gabriel tapped Ivor's shoulder. "If you don't mind me asking, why does your sister look... um..."

"She's my half-sister. My mother left my father and me when I was a baby. All I know was that she was a no-good cheating woman. I preferred my new mother anyways."

"Ah. Well, at least you cared about her enough to teach her things despite the gender and race difference. That's something. What happened to your sister?"

"She died. She's been dead. Shouldn't you know this? You're a ghost. It's your name, Ghost Gabriel."

Ghost Gabriel grumbled, "I'm not that kind of ghost!"

"Whatever," Ivor muttered, "I don't want to be here. Take me home!"

"Not yet. I need you to turn around."

When Ivor turned around he was in a decent sized room. Once again there where Christmas decorations but this time there was dancing and music. One man was in the center of the room, his golden hair bounced as he dancing the night away. "I haven't seen Milo in years. He's probably dead now, but I remember this."

"Who was Milo?" Ghost Gabriel asked.

"I was his apprentice for the longest time. He always threw the best parties and... is that me?" Ivor pointed to a man in his early twenties talking to a darker skinned woman.

"Indeed it is. And who is that fine woman you are talking to?" Ghost Gabriel joked.

Ivor froze for a moment and just stared at the pair. "That was my fiancee, Harper."

"What happened to you two? Did she die as well?"

"You're the ghost, Gabriel, why not just take us there?"

Ghost Gabriel rolled his eyes, "Well you don't have to be so snooty about it." He snapped his finger and the area suddenly changed, it was Ivor's work office. There he was young Ivor, at his desk working. When suddenly Harper bust in the door and slammed a ring on the desk. "It's over Ivor!" She shouted.

"What? Why!" Younger Ivor asked.

Harper scoffed at the younger Ivor, "you used to be a nice genius man. Now, look at you! Only caring about work and money! I'm taking Pama and we're never coming back."

Younger Ivor didn't even say anything, he knew that nothing he said would make Harper change her mind. Yet we all know that Ivor would only get a colder heart from the experience.

"Who was Pama? What happened to Harper?"

"Our dog. And Harper remarried I believe. Now can you please take me home?" Ivor grumbled.

With another snap of his fingers Ghost, Gabriel took Ivor back to the room where the two met. "Well, that's all I have to show you. I hope you learned something from the experience!" And then he was gone.

"But I didn't even learn anything!" Ivor said into the emptiness. He sighed and soon went back to sleep. But soon awoke to a loud BOOM.

~~~

Practically jumping out of bed, Ivor looked over to his bedroom door, for that's where the sound came from. Another Ghost walked into the room. He wore green robes, a cape, and a green Christmas hat. "Alright old guy let's get this over with. I am the Ghost of Christmas Present, I'll show you the Christmas of those around you. But call me Magnus for short."

Ivor rubbed one of his ears. "Did you have to be so loud?"

Magnus nodded. "Yes. Now let's go!" Magnus grabbed Ivor's arm and threw him up the chimney before going up after him. All Ivor could do was scream bloody murder as he was chucked into the chimney and floated above the many homes of BeaconTown. Then Magnus jumped out behind him and jumped from rooftop to rooftop, Ivor miraculously followed.

Then Magnus stopped on one rooftop in particular and jumped down the chimney. Ivor refused to jump but the ghost popped back out and dragged the old man in. "Don't worry no one can see us. Tell me oldie, which one of these people is your Nephew?"

Ivor looked around the room, indeed this home looked familiar. He did see some familiar faces, like Axel, Olivia, and Romeo. But no one who was his nephew. Then Fred walked in with a bottle of milk and everyone cheered. "Why are we here?" Ivor asked.

"This is the party you refused to go to," Magnus said, "it's a shame too. Fred seems like such a nice guy, so chipper and always down to party. My kind of man!"

Ivor groaned. "Ugh, Fred invites me to his Christmas Parties every year! They're a bunch of humbug!"

"Hey, guys! Axel called out, "guess who I am!" Axel put an angry look on his face and pretended to count money in his hand then yelled in an old voice, "Bah! Humbug!"

"I know! You're old man Scrooge!" Romeo called out.

"Oh come on guys, I know my uncle is can be a little grumpy but that's no reason to make fun of him. It's not his fault he only has money for a friend." Fred defended.

Olivia chuckled, "A little? He freaks out over the smallest things!"

Fred's eyebrows furrowed. "Can we talk about something else? It's Christmas Eve! We should be happy!"

"See how they're having fun without you? And how your Nephew is defending you even though you're an old sheep? Aren't you learning anything Ivor?" Magnus asked.

"They're making fun of me. I fail to see how that's fun. How much more humiliation will I have to go through tonight Magnus?" Ivor asked back.

"No more. Now we switch onto guilt! Back up the chimney, we go!" Magnus called out.

The ghost gripped Ivor by the shoulder and the two jumped out of the chimney together. Magnus carrying Ivor across rooftop to rooftop and far into the woods. Until he stopped at what seemed to be an old broken down shack. But there was light inside. Magnus didn't put Ivor down since Ivor was still clinging onto the ghosts back like he would die if he let go.

"Who lives in a dump like this?"

"It's your underpaid employee, Lukas, and his family. You barely pay the man enough to get by and they can never afford a nice meal. Or most essentials to sustain life for that matter. Even Lukas' wife works, but the mines aren't as plentiful as they once were." Magnus explained.

Ivor looked inside and it was as damp and dirty as he pictured it being. Lukas sat at a table with a little candle nearby to keep warm, like in the office. Then a redhaired woman placed a plate with one, sad looking beetroot on it. "You were home early, did something happen?" She asked.

"Ivor let me have the rest of the day off Petra," Lukas said.

Petra gave the blond a suspicious look, "What's the catch?" Lukas hesitated, poked at the beetroot a few times before Petra said in a calm but threatening voice, "answer me, Lukas."

"He said that it's coming off of my paycheck..." He answered.

Not even a second passed by and Petra rolled up her sleeves and grabbed a golden enchanted sword displayed on the wall and made her way towards the door. Lukas jumped up and blocked the door, probably knowing he couldn't pry the sword from her hands. "Wait, Petra! It's Christmas Eve, now isn't the time for revenge! And you would be killing my boss..."

His wife groaned and put the sword back, "Ugh, fine! But you need to start standing up for yourself Lukas. I'm not always going to be around to protect you." And then she went off into a different room, and Lukas started eating the beetroot.

Ivor tapped Magnus' bald head. "Why don't they just sell the sword? That would sell for a few diamonds if not two or three emeralds at least."

"Petra was in the army and helped Jesse defend BeaconTown from multiple threats before retiring. You don't just sell a weapon which means so much to someone." Magnus explained.

"Daddy!" Called out a little boy. A young boy came limping into the room, leaning on a crutch.

Lukas looked at the little boy and smiled, getting up just to pick up the young lad. "Radar! How was your day?"

"I did what you said, dad! I stood there looking pitiful and strangers gave me stuff! Jesse even gave me two iron!" Radar said.

"Good boy! Uh, don't tell your mother I told you to do that."

Radar gave his father the small bag of items and coughed into his arm. Ivor looked down at Magnus in confusion, expecting an answer. "They're so poor they can't afford medicine."

"What will happen to Radar if he doesn't get the medicine?"

"If he doesn't get the proper care, then this might be his last Christmas," Magnus explained.

Ivor stared into the window, watching as Radar gave his Mother a hug when she walked back into the room. He was starting to feel something, something new. Guilt perhaps? Magnus turned and Ivor was suddenly back in his room, and Magnus plopped the old man down onto the bed. "A word of warning, try not to ask too many questions with the next ghost. Ellegaard doesn't talk much."

And with the slamming shut of Ivor's bedroom door, he was alone once again. Finally starting to learn something, when the third ghost arrived.

~~~

It was quiet... too quiet. Ivor looked around the empty room, expecting either a sudden appearance or a door being smashed open. But there was nothing. Until his wardrobe opened and a person in a dark cloak appeared and held out a hand.

"Are you the Ghost of Christmas Future?" Ivor asked? The ghost didn't say anything, they just held out their hand waiting for Ivor to take it. "Not a talker eh? Magnus warned me about this. The less talking the better. Let's get this over with so I can go on with my life."

Ivor got up out of bed and grabbed the ghost's hand and yanked into the wardrobe and implanted face first into the snow on the other side. He got up and brushed the snow off and looked around, there were graves everywhere. "Why did you bring me to a graveyard?"

The ghost continued to remain silent and started walking down a single shoveled path, and Ivor followed. But while following the ghost he stopped when he saw Lukas and Petra standing in front of a gravestone. Petra (surprisingly) crying into Lukas' chest while he held her. Ivor walked over and read the grave to himself.

Radar Cratchit
Died at 8 years old
He was a blessing.
He shall be missed.

"No... he died because of me..." Ivor muttered to himself. He looked around for the ghost and spotted the black cloaked being still walking down the path. He barely managed to catch up when he saw people gather around another grave, and the ghost stood among them.

Petras weeps could no longer be heard as Ivor stood next to one of the men standing around his grave... it was Fred. He looked at the other three people. One of them was Harper, the other two were the charity people: Stampy and Stacy. Then Ivor looked at the grave and shock overtook him.

Here lies Ivor Schrooge
Died at age ???
He will not be missed.
Feel free to spit on his grave.

"He was a selfish jerk," Harper said aloud. Her voice didn't sound that much different from Ivor last heard her speak.

"It's a shame really..." Fred said, then paused before saying, "he didn't leave me any inheritance."

"Stacy, why are we here?" Stampy asked.

Stacy looked at the man confused. "I didn't ask you to come. But I wanted to do this." Then she spat on Ivor's grave and walked away.

"Stacy!" Stampy shrieked, following her.

"What? It said I could. And he deserved it!" She argued.

After that Ivor didn't care. Everyone else started leaving when he collapsed to his knees and looked up at the ghost, fear in his eyes. "I'm going to die? Tell me how I can prevent this future!" He desperately asked. But the ghost didn't respond. "Please! Say something! Anything! The other Ghosts were forceful and rude but they at least spoke!"

Then the Ghost flipped back their hood and Ivor saw the head of a woman. "Well, everyone will die eventually. Even me. But if you want to live a long life you need to start cleaning up your act Ivor. All that work and negativity wore you down and you eventually passed like a cow blindly jumping off a cliff to its doom!"

Ivor sprang to his feet. "I'll do it! I'll change my ways!"

The Ghost woman, whose name was Ellegaard, sighed. "Well, that's boring. But at least you learned something. Remember, you and Radars fate are in your hands."

Then the world went dark.

~~~

Ivor woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. He looked at the clock on the wall and rushed to his window and open it. Yelling to the girl walking past his home. "You! Nell! What day is it?"

"It's Christmas day dude!" Nell called back.

Ivor touched his head and took his pulse to make sure he was alive. "Nell I need you to get me the biggest steak you can find! And some cookies! And some cake! Take this money and deliver it to the home of Lukas Cratchit." He said, tossing Nell a small sack of emeralds. "And Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas dude!" Nell said back, before running off to find the cow farmer.

Ivor smiled to himself. "I'm not too late."

He wasted no time that day. First, he wrote a letter to Harper, though he wouldn't be able to send it today for it was Christmas. But he would send it tomorrow, the letter said how Ivor has changed and how he wants to at least be friends with Harper. But who knows if she'll believe him or not.

Ivor managed to find Stampy and Stacy's home and gave them a stack of diamonds and told them to give half of the stack to each charity. Of course, Stacy was a little skeptical to the sudden change of heart, and Stampy was too overjoyed to care. But before they could even say 'thank you' Ivor was running away, having another place to be.

He bought a Christmas gift for Fred and brought it to his house. Fred, of course, gave his uncle a big old hug and invited him inside. But Ivor had to go to one last place. Fred offered to let Ivor borrow one of his horses, which Ivor gladly took and galloped all the way out into the woods to meet Lukas and his family.

When he arrived and put the horse in an old stable behind the home. Ivor knocked on the front door and waited, holding a gift for Radar under his arm. He heard movement and some chatter before the door opened and Lukas was staring at his boss. "Sir!" He said, "thank you so very much for the food, you have no idea how much this means to us. I-"

"If you don't shut up then I might as well go home." Ivor joked.

"Sorry sir, I was just excited."

"And enough with the sir talk. Ivor is fine, we aren't in the office after all." Ivor said.

Lukas nodded in agreement. "So, why are you here?"

"I came all the way out here because I wanted to give you a raise," Ivor said.

Lukas practically jumped back, "Thank you, Ivor! I don't know what to say!"

"What can I say? I've changed. And if actions speak louder then words than can you please let me in?" Ivor joked. When he entered the home, he saluted to Petra and held out the gift to Radar who just finished eating a cookie. "this is for you Radar."

Radar took the gift and held the wrapped box close to his chest. "Thank you, Mister Ivor!"

Ivor, somehow, managed to lift Radar up and placed the lad on his shoulders. Radar smiled and cheered, "God bless us. Everyone!"