Father Yule's Slayh races through time and space, sailing through the fabric-y folds of the Brikverse.
Ken clung to the back, practically hanging on for dear life to keep himself from becoming lost to the uncertain void that surrounded them.
"Where are we even going?!" The cloaked quantumsurfer managed to shout. "And wait a second... are you drinking and driving..?"
"We're takin' a couple shortcuts!" Father Yule roared back, having a much easier time throwing his deep, enriching voice around. "Drivin'? Haha! I'm only doin' the steerin', lad!"
"Ho there, jolly dire wolf! Wait, what der' fuck is that thing?"
The dire wolf stopped in it's tracks and growled at a strange substance blocking the way.OT
oozed out from under their cosmic path, there seemed to be something rising from the glowing pool.
A grotesque shape raised in front of them, it appeared to be clenching for some reason.
It released it's seven appendages like a spring-trap, radiating strange energy that started to fizzle around it.
It was a portal!
"RARRGGHH!" Father Yule was quick to action, springing from his Yule-Throne to defend his steed.
"To arms, Ken! They're bloody HOLI-DAEMONS!"
"Oh. You guys don't look friendly. So, guys..."
"How do you get your kicks?
"Huh. I guess I see your point, Holi-demon? Dae...mon? Am I saying that right?""Rrrrr. Actually its-""HOLI-DAEMON!"
"Didn't I already say that?"
"Maybe you'd like some nice Holiday punch
"Dully noted." Ken extinguished the HOLIDAEMON's life like he would a candle.
"Shit, better go help boss Yule!"
"And a Happy Yuletide to YOOUU!" Father Yuletide bellowed, lopping off the head of the last HOLIDEYMON (Ken doesn't know what to call them anymore).
Ken cautiously steps toward Father Yule, who stares at the portal in silence as the corpses and gore around them vanish.
"I need you to destroy that thing, lad," Father Y. says in a surprisingly calm voice.
"What... is that thing? It looks like a-"
"Well, that's a little rude but-"
"No butts. Just an arsehole."
Realization hit Ken like a speeding Slaygh. "Ewww..."
"Summoned by that vile Brikthulu himself! Every year he tries to literally shit
on other holidays that don't celebrate him
"That stinks," observed Ken."RIGHT?!
But anyway. You must smite it, Ken. Only your Quantum-whatsit powers can counteract Brikthulu's shittery. Well, I could also do it myself. But you doing it instead would reeeaally piss him off, so better for us I'd say!"
"Sure... not everyday I have to stab a... yeah." Ken stepped toward the portal with an uncertain gait.
"Destroy it quick, and hop back on! There's no tellin' what else awaits us out there."
"Alright," Ken lifted his ebony blade up toward what he assumed would be the heavens, taking a deep breath. "I still have no idea what powers I even possess, but-"
"Here. Goes. Something!
A flash like lightning struck Ken, sizzling the molecules around him as waves of BT
coursed through him.
"Cool!" Was all Ken could muster vocally.
He steadied himself as the energies around him gathered into his sword.
Ken set his gaze on the vexing portal and took a mighty leap toward it.
His energized blade sinks into the depths of the portal, sending shockwaves that even buffeted Father Yule atop his Slayh.
The portal did not take kindly to the disturbance.
QS Ken's body lay limp several inches away, his energized form still permeating his vassal.
The warp's glow grew, indicating that something was quickly approaching from the other side.
A daemonic figure stepped out, chains rattling.
"Odin's beard. This year just got a whole lot more interesting," mused Father Yule, "if it isn't the infamous Krappiss?
Krappiss leered at them, his cracked lips pulling at a yellow-toothed grin. "Father Yuleee..."
~End Act II