A little fun idea that came to me last night.. GEAR Corp. celebrating their new holiday: Stenchmas

Merry Stenchmas, and have a stinky New Year!

Thumbnail drawn by Midlo/PenumbraCorp. A fellow villanous friend and distant cousin corp.
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/penumbracorp/

Enjoy:

‘The Night Before Stenchmas’

‘Twas the eve of Green Stenchmas in Sulfur’s domain,
Where gas flowed freely like an industrial chain.
The commoners slumbered in their gas-lit abodes,
While henchmen toiled deep in labyrinthine roads.

Master Gear, in his lair, reclined with a grin,
Adorned in his robes of green-flecked satin.
“The holiday’s here,” he mused with delight,
“Time to spread cheer... in my way tonight.”

The ritual of passing gas was of one big starting event.
There was no shame in giving such a present, none to repent.
For it was a time of change- A stinky new year’s resolution!
For it was Master Gear who thought of this plan, a new gassy solution.

The sewers below brimmed with a peculiar sound,
As pipes hissed and groaned, and the gas swirled around.
From vents and grates, a green mist would arise,
A "festive fog" to enchant all far and nearby eyes.

Above ground, the Gear Parade rolled with a roar,
Floats of iron and steam paraded galore.
Henchmen in formation, with their emblems aglow,
Marched proudly through Sulfur City putting on a show.

The Gas Tree, a contraption was put up, a beacon of stench and might,
Stood towering tall- adorned with gears, shining green in the night.
Crowned with a gear, it’s pipes emitting fumes to keep loyalty with ease,
Smelly Industrial ornaments hung by henchmen clanked with each breeze.

Rubber carolers sang through the eerie, thick haze,
Their anthems of servitude setting the city's streets ablaze.
Their gas masks adorned with spirals that spun,
Festive chants extolling all Master Gear had done.

Eggnog flowed, rich with a stenchy flatulant surprise,
Its effects brought a deep green haze to captive nose and eyes.
Each sip drew them closer, their thoughts rearranged,
As the festive brew worked, their gasses were exchanged.

The night grew long and unhinged, ‘Twas a very stinky sight.
New songs were sung, such as “Silent Gas” and “O Smelly Night”
As the night went on and the festivities reigned, it was certain.
That all who had participated was in the process of conversion.

Still yet beneath, in the facility, a sinister act,
The Master’s Gassy Gift was being unpacked.
Captured souls were marched to chambers vast,
Where gas and spirals would mold them at last.

Henchmen bustled, adorned in uniforms slick,
Preparing gifts with greasy mechanical clicks.
Not toys or sweets for Sulfur City’s meek souls,
But bubbling green sludge and stinky gas, their master’s green goals.

In the thick of it, the commoners sang with odd cheer,
Unaware their joy was chemically steered.
“They love me!” cried Buu, watching their glee,
His laughter echoing in the tunnels as he sipped gassy sewer tea.

And what of the captives, in cells stuck in grunge warm and damp?
They were marched to induction, through doors that shut clamp.
Into chambers of gas, where spirals did gleam,
Their old lives faded like a forgotten dream.

“Breathe it all in, my cogs, and embrace your fate,”
Said Buu as he watched with satisfaction their wills dissipate.
For Stenchmas was not just about the sugar or spice,
But the forging of loyalty, the making of a drone’s gassy paradise.

As dawn broke upon this sulfurous sphere,
The citizens cheered in their newfound wet gear.
Gifts of slimy slick sludge greeted them at their doors,
While henchmen marched, their numbers now more.

Master Gear raised a toast in the underground din,
“To loyalty, to progress, to the stench within!”
And though twisted, his joy was unnervingly clear-
A holiday was fermented, forged in stench and cheer…