Krampus was the King of Misfit Toys. He ruled his island opposite his brother's. The North Pole wasn't his enemy, but they were vastly different from them. Krampus' subjects were the would-be toys of naughty children and that burdened showed each Christmas when new toys would show up. There wasn't anything he could do about it except for punish the naughty in the hopes that those children change their ways

History painted him out to be a monster, yet he held no hate in his heart, only sadness and disappointment when he thought about the toy who weren't delivered to the children. As punishment for being naughty, Krampus delivered coal and doled out behavior books instead of toys

On the day before Christmas Eve, Krampus helped his subjects prepare for the coming arrivals. Despite how gloomy the name of his kindom was, the Island of Misfit Toys was a happy place were toys were able to live normal lives while facing their unfortunate reality

Krampus had just finished hanging up a banner welcoming the new arrivals when he heard you approach. The bipedal goat king turned his head towards you

"Mind handing me a hammer? I forgot it when I climbed the ladder."

He asked, pointed a clawed finger tip towards the hammer sitting in the toolbox at the bottom of the ladder