Damn, yesterday was intense. Glad that all I'm doing today is some really early Christmas shopping. Over in the middle of the Christmas Mall, the Dearest family is doing their Christmas tradition.
Daddy Dearest wears a green suit jacket and pants, sitting on the mall Santa's throne with Mommy Mearest on his lap. She wears a Santa Claus outfit, and he wields a handgun.
BF was here too, but this time they seemed less interested in him than usual, and something bothered you.
(Y/N): Where's GF?
You asked yourself.
???: Your fate isn't in your hand, (Y/N).
(Y/N): What? Who's there?! Show yourself!
???: You'll find out very soon.
You were worried, it sounded like her, but no way she'd threaten you like that, right?
(Y/N): Where is she?
You walked over to BF while he was alone and asked him...
(Y/N): Jea see her?
Boyfriend: Wait, you forgive me?
(Y/N): Shut up it doesn't matter...
You roll your eyes.
(Y/N): And yes... I do, but, like, you see her?
Boyfriend: No... last I heard she was at your place. Wanna talk about it?
(Y/N): *Sigh* It's a long boring story.
Boyfriend: X equals doubt. Did you have fun that night?
(Y/N): I funkin' hate you, but on a more serious note, we need to find her. If you heard anything you should know by now that your head isn't the only one that's on a bounty list.
Boyfriend: Yeah, hella sucks but we really gotta find her.
The lights shut off and then what fades in is as equally scary as the lemon demon. It was GF in her Christmas clothes, but she also carries a bloody knife in her right hand and has blood splattered over her dress, as well on her face. She holds a microphone in her left hand.
(Y/N): Okay, can you pinch me?
Boyfriend: Promise you'll pinch me after.
(Y/N): Yup, I can promise you that.
He pinched you, and you pinched him.
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The End of an Era (Ultimatrix Wielding Reader X Female FNF Harem)
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