Uhh I forgot that I needed a Christmas-related thing here..uhh...ummm..
Santa commits breaking and entering every year in millions - possibly billions - of homes, and he has still not been caught.
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It had snowed last night. My boys enjoyed playing in the snow, and they had woken me up early to get a head start. I had made them some breakfast before permitting them to go outside, and I had ensured that they put on their heavy coats to keep themselves warm; it wouldn't have done to let them go outside only to get a cold. When they were ready, we went outside, and they began to play. They started by building a snowman, and they worked hard on it, rolling the snow required thoroughly and making sure that their snowman would stay up for as long as they needed it to. After the body was complete, they went into the house for some eyes, a nose, and a mouth, which they used some rocks and a carrot for.
"Dad, what should we name him?" Error inquired.
"Whatever you'd like, boys." I replied.
"Let's name him Licorice!" Horror suggested.
"Yeah!" Error cheered.
"What do we do now?" Dust wondered, looking at the completed snowman.
"How about.." Killer spoke from across the backyard, holding something in his hands.
Killer threw the object at Dust, and a white powder exploded as it came into physical contact with Dust's hood. Nothing more needed to be said; my boys were going to have a snowball fight. They started by making teams; Killer and Error teamed up against Cross and Horror, while Dust ran far from the battlefield, likely to avoid this war. I sat back in my chair and watched as the teams built up their defenses, with the older of the two building a wall of snow to hide behind and the younger mass-producing snowballs. When both sides were ready for battle, they began to throw their snowballs at eachother, and their war was filled with laughter and smiles, as every snowball fight should have been. As countless snowballs flew across the yard, I smiled, knowing that my boys were having the time of their lives; I enjoyed seeing their happiness, especially considering the fact that all of them now had jobs to keep up with. It wasn't pleasant to see their frowns as they helped me spread negativity or destroyed an AU..I wished they could have more time like this. Alas, that prospect seemed far away, and I had to settle for what I had; at least my boys could still have some fun.
After a few minutes of meaningless snowballs flying back and forth, my boys decided to up their game, going on quests to expand their territory. Killer was the first to make a move, running over to the slide and claiming the land for the "GlitchKnife Empire"! Well, after that, Horror and Cross were obliged to make a name for their team, and they named it the "YummyX Empire." Horror soon dove behind a tree, claiming the land and throwing snowballs from behind the tree. Error and Cross continued throwing snowballs from the main bases, but they did fortify their bases a bit more. The battle continued for about ten minutes before I was approached by Dust, who appeared to desire something.
"Do you need something, Dust?" I asked.
"Well..I want to play, too..but I don't have a partner.." Dust presented his problem, and I nodded.
"Well, it's been a while, but I'd be happy to join you."
"R-really?" Dust seemed happy.
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