The Most Christmas of All Christmas'; A Wholesome Story!

The Most Christmas of All Christmas'es; A Wholesome Story!

My story starts in a pink room, with a chilly breeze flowing through it's small window. It blew the short, wavy pink hair of a young teen sleeping on their pink bed, which had a word engraved on the wood base, Benson.

Benson here had small, tan goat-like horns poking out of their scalp, like an elephant's tusks, except it was on their head, not on their cheeks. Their right eye was just an empty eye socket these days, the eye was long gone. Don't ask me why and where it went.

Benson yawned to themself, stretching their fragile body against the soft bed. They shivered and opened their remaining eye. It was pastel blue, like the sky outside. The sun blazed through the curtains and blasted their eye with light, and they quietly groaned to themselves. Snow had littered the ground below, and it was estimated to rise by nightfall. The high was a mere -13c, but to Benson, it felt like 999c. Which, for me, isn't that hot. That's only a fourth of the temperature in Heck.

Rubbing their remaining eye and removing the gunk, Benson turned towards the closest calendar in their room, and opened their tired eye. Today was the infamous December 24th, 2021, and Christmas Eve-as they call it-to the human race.

"It's Christmas? It's Christmas!" The tired persona of Benson was now long gone, as they joyfully sprang from the comforts of their warm, pink bed. They didn't care about the pain from pulling their muscles tightly, and potentially spraining their ankles. They rushed downstairs and looked under the light green Christmas tree. It was decorated with lots of shiny ornaments, and a large, yellow star on the top. Underneath, it had one singular, small gift. But that didn't matter to Benson, as there would be more gifts under the tree tomorrow morning.

Benson had stopped running downstairs as they reached the kitchen. They went to the fridge to get themselves a delightful cereal, but they stopped when they noticed a sticky note on the fridge door. They curiously picked up the note left for them, and payed attention to the small piece of paper, as it read;

"Dear little kid that we can't remember the name of,

We have very important business, kid.

YEAH VERY IMPORTANT

So it'd be nice if you could, like, I don't know? Put down cookies? Because 'Santa' would love them.

And as for us..

WE'LL BE GONE UNTIL TOMORROW BECAUSE OF VERY IMPORTANT BYE

With hatred,

MJO"

Benson's coworkers would be gone for the entire day. They had important 'business' to attend to. Whatever it was, it was serious, it seemed to Benson. Of course, I knew what they were doing, but that tale can be read some other time.

Anyways, Benson began pouring themselves some delicious cross-cereal, and began thinking to themselves about what they would do on this chilly, yet exciting holiday.

Maybe I could.. Spend the entire day alone? Wait for them to come home? Maybe open up the present under the-oh wait! I almost forgot! I need to get my coworkers a gift!

Benson dropped their bowl onto the floor, spilling their cereal, and shattering the glass bowl onto the floor, which made little glass shards fling onto Benson's cheek.

The black blood from inside their body was beginning to seep through the skin, staining their soft, delicate skin, as the blood soon turned dark brown from contact with the wind via the closest window that Odelia broke almost a year ago, and the four weren't interested in fixing it.

Benson paid no attention to their wound as they climbed upstairs and began getting dressed for this wonderful day.

They were now wearing a warm blue turtleneck, accompanied with white shoes. They also slid a white eyepatch onto their right eye to cover their disgusting eye socket.