Like thunder falling on the ground, Alexander felt the ground under his feet. It was already night time wherever he was so he didn't feel uncomfortable in the eyes.
~Hmm, his place looks like ordinary earth. What movie am I in now?~ he wondered.
He was standing on top of a building right now so he went down to find out about the date. Soon, he saw Christmas decorations in front of various shops.
"Well, this is surely December. But which year?" He wondered.
After looking around, he saw a digital billboard on a building showing live news. In that, he saw the date. 23 December 2020.
~Hmm, isn't this the year I died? Well, this world doesn't seem like my old world though.~
He immediately took out his phone. There was a message for him, "This is an alternate universe of your earth. Things aren't going well for this planet. Humans messed it up. Now they are showing their true colours of stupidity. Correct them.
World Purity - 60%"
*POP*
"What did the humans do now?" Ragnarok asked.
"I don't know yet. Where is Dobby?" Alexander inquired.
"Oh, I told him not to come and spend some quality time with his girlfriend," Ragnarok replied.
Alexander nodded, "Good job, he needs this holiday. Anyway, I guess it will be the two of us now. Let's go and see what's going on here."
Alexander went to the nearest pawn shop and changed gold for some money. But Alexander was shocked by some things. Lots of people were wearing masks. The streets looked empty, and many shops looked closed.
"What the hell happened here?" He wondered.
Alexander then went to a phone shop to buy a phone.
"Sorry, no mask, no entry." He was stopped at the door.
"What happened? Why are masks compulsory?" Alexander inquired.
The man at the door looked at Alexander and Ragnarok dumbly. He thought that these two old fogies must have some kind of memory problem.
"There is a Coronavirus Pandemic going on around the world. Although it has a 99.9 per cent recovery rate, it's still pretty dangerous because there is no telling if you will survive or not. Sometimes, old people recover and young people die." The man explained.
Alexander nodded, "If that is the case, masks are good. Even if the recovery rate is 99.9, that still means that the 74 million could die. For comparison, 75 million died in WWII. But, if a vaccine or cure is made in time, these numbers can be heavily decreased. How many have died by now?"
"Hah, they did make a vaccine but no one trusts them. Most people won't be taking them. Even though 1.7 million people have died." The man said.
Alexander understood what had happened. But he needed more research. Alexander put on a mask and went into the store and bought a phone. Then he went to a Starbucks with Ragnarok.
Alexander told Ragnarok to buy anything he wanted while he sat by the window and looked through the internet.
Ragnarok went to the counter and read the menu. He was baffled by it.
"What the f*ck is Summer Berry Panna Cotta Frappuccino? I thought this was a coffee house." Ragnarok asked with a confused face.
He stayed there understanding what the hell this drink was and even forgot to order.
Soon, lots of kids came to him running. Sadly, they all had masks on their faces and he could not see their smiles. Alexander had bought the hospital so no staff stopped him though.
"Okay, you want a bicycle? Here you go. Do you want a teddy bear? Here you go. You want your parents to visit you? Done, they will come in ten minutes." Alexander fulfilled wishes left and right.
But, soon he saw a 5-year-old child in his bed. He couldn't move and was on a ventilator. He walked to the child. His eyes were open. Alexander looked at the nurse.
"What happened to him?" He asked.
The nurse told him everything. "He has Leukaemia. He was nearly healed and was on a good path of recovery but his parents don't believe in Covid. His mother passed on the virus to him. Normally, the virus wouldn't have been very deadly but because of his preexisting conditions, his situation went bad very fast. Doctors have said that he might not survive to see the new year."
Alexander and Dobby looked at the child with a sad face. Alexander sat beside the bed and caressed his head. He talked to the child mentally.
"Hello, my child. I am Santa. What is your wish?" he asked.
"WAH? I am Jimmy, Uncle Santa. We can talk?" Jimmy asked in shock.
"Yes, Jimmy. But I am talking to you mentally with my powers." Alexander explained.
"Amazing. Uncle Santa, can I be your elf? Mom said Santa is not real and I can never be your elf. But you are real, I want to show mom that you are real." Jimmy asked innocently.
Alexander's heart ached for the child. What kind of sh*tty mother did Jimmy have?
He caressed his head, "Jimmy, you are already my best elf. The best of the best."
Jimmy's eyes teared up. "Really? But what about that big elf?"
"Oh, his name is Dobby. He's is the second best elf. Why don't we both travel the world and give other children gifts?" Alexander offered.
"Can we?" Jimmy asked in hope.
"Yes, of course." Alexander snapped his finger and healed Jimmy completely. Then it took a few minutes for him to start moving his hands and then feet. He turned his neck to the side.
The nurse saw this and ran to call a doctor.
"Jimmy, I have healed you. Now, we two can go out." Alexander revealed.
Jimmy got up and jumped to hug Alexander. "Thank you, Uncle Santa. Let's goooo..."
[A/N: This Jimmy scene was inspired by a video interview I saw on Youtube. Though I don't remember the name of the video.]
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