A vague amount of time had passed since the Virtual World incident, Tarantino had taken over as obligatory group leader. And the team now began to occasionally investigate strange anomalies around their small town, one of which had led them to a mansion, where the sound of screams could be heard. " Le bien qui fait mal..." A horrid man muttered as he whipped the father of two young girls in his own home.

" 37...." He muttered in French, extending his whip as he licked it seductively.

" Oh god...I can't tell what he's saying with the language barrier...but it doesn't sound good- " crack! Another whip hit him straight on the back, not before our protagonists rushed into the room.

" Tell me children...have you been naughty...or nice? " The Father whipper, Le Pere Fouettard questioned, licking his whip seductively again.

" I know we're supposed to be heroes or something...but do we have to fight him...he's just so...disturbing..." Tarantino asked, only for his teammates to push him closer towards the man in order to get a quick laugh.

RPG Kid began to record the encounter so the memory could forever be immortalized into video form, causing the other members of the team to laugh as well. Pere slung back his arm in preparation for a loud whip, however, Tarantino countered as he grabbed a candy cane prop from a wall and blocked the attack with it, much to the impress of the others. He turned to look at them with a smile as he realized how lucky he had gotten, however, another whip came towards him, hitting him straight in the eye as he fell to the ground. " We better get out of here...we don't have a magic gun to fall back on now..." Nine stated, doing a generic, badass, perking of his glasses before rushing to Tarantino to help him get away.

" It seems this Christmas will be a busy one for me...." Pere sighed as he continued to beat the father senseless, screams echoing throughout the mansion until the police came, but by their arrival, the Frenchman was gone.

Tarantino let out a sigh as he applied an ice pack to his eye, he began to think of what happened months ago. Hugh, their most valuable asset at the time decided to foolishly and needlessly sacrifice himself for the sake of his team. It was a dumb move, however, coping with his departure was still rough. He had been an integral part of the team, saving them from their first supernatural encounter with Drill System English, now he was little more than a memory.

The next day was cold and bitter, Tarantino began to walk about the sidewalk. The group had always split up and then gathered once something mysterious happened or was discovered. This was a policy invented after Hugh's departure from the group, and it was solemn to see that Tarantino had to live with his loss. However, such petty feelings were interrupted when suddenly, a large sphere crashed through a nearby home from the sky, landing in the middle of the snow covered road. The sphere opened up; with the cold visible air around it masking whatever was inside, however, a bright light emitted from the sphere like a beacon, and something stepped out of it.

The creature was mechanical in nature, even more so than English, who was only partially mechanical. He let out a grunt as he looked towards Tarantino. " You stand in my way...boy..." He muttered, slowly advancing towards him.

The black haired male's voice cracked in shock as he looked at him. " Well I'm not the one trying to wake up the entire neighborhood! " He shouted, grabbing his schoolbag and pulling out the candy cane prop he stole.

" I have been purposed by the Pyra-Gold Führer to destroy a nearby dam to instill fear into these towns...so that his empire can expand..." He stated, slamming his fist into the ground, causing the very earth around him to shake and quake as the infrastructure of many buildings were destroyed.

" No use in calling my friends...they probably already know I'm here..." Tarantino muttered as he was flung across the street, crashing into the ground with a hard thud.

" Who is this Führer you speak of!? " Tarantino demanded to know, however, the machine could only state his purpose and commit to it, nothing else.

He continued to slowly advance towards the dam, even passing Tarantino in the process of doing so. However, an inhuman screech could be heard throughout the town, as Betty, the local deaf resident, had finished setting up her Christmas lights. She had ecstatic about her display, and held a cord and outlet together as she shouted once more. " IT TOOK ME 5 DAMN HOURS TO SET THIS UP BUT I DID IT....IN YOUR FACE, JENKERSON! " She screamed to her rival, Ms Jenkerson; with whom she got up in holiday rivalries with on a yearly basis.

The machine stepped upon one of the cords just when Betty had hooked up the cord and outlet, and started the display, the sheer amount of electricity required to power it surged right through her and the metallic machine, killing them both. Some say they can hear the quiet cheers of Ms Jenkerson after the defeat of her latest rival; however, what Tarantino wanted to know is how the police and ambulances managed to arrive conveniently after all the bizarre things had transpired. He had begun to regroup with his friends...today, was a long day.