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"Where am I?" Chase croaked. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eye with the palm of his hand.
He noticed three things.
The first thing was the smell. This place smelled like old socks, roast beast, shit, and general garbage.
The second thing was the area. He was in a massive cave of sorts, and the walls were caked in mold and moss.
The third thing was, well... a *thing*. He didn't know what it was, but it was definitely a thing.
It was very green, very hairy, and very naked. Chase felt weird staring at it. It turned to him, revealing it's yellow and red eyes.
"Where am I?" he asked, groggy but feeling a healthy dose of fear.
"Where am I?" the creature replied in a mocking tone of voice, before its eyes narrowed and it leaned reaaaal close to Chase, making the man wince and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Where you are," the beast continued, "is in my lair." It paused for dramatic flair. "Now get out."
Chase shook his head in confusion. "What? Lair? You-"
"IIIIII said, get OUT!"
"Who even are you?"
The thing paused, turning slowly away from Chase.
"You don't know... who I am?" It asked, its voice a few pitches too high.
"Er... I don't, no," Chase furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't know anything about this place. Really, this looks like Christmas at my-"
"WHAT. DID. YOU. SAY?" The thing turned around again, its voice's increased volume making Chase jump.
Chase didn't reply, which prompted the thing to keep speaking.
"HOW *DARE* YOU UTTER THAT WORD IN THIS LAIR?!" The thing yelled again, spitting spit onto Chase's face.
"I am the Grinch, and I..." He paused for dramatic effect, "HATE CHRISTMAS!!!!"
"Okay, okay, got it, you hate Christmas..." Chase replied, nodding.
"Now, you must be wondering why you are here. Well, it started a long time ago..."