Remember That Time When...?

The Holiday Crisis - Grimoires

The Grimoires are thrown into discordance over their Annual Christmas Party.

The year was 2036, and it was Christmas eve, and The Grimoire's always threw a small party for the neighborhood and their close friends. Speaking of The Grimoire's, let's go see what they're up to.

"Okay, the tree is up! Where are the ornaments... and lights?" Nea called out.

"They should be on the shelf above the stairs!" Mask was in the kitchen, preparing their city-famous holiday feast. They made stuffing, turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, deviled eggs, and many other delicious sounding foods.

Nea warped to the stairs and peered up to the shelf, "Not there!"

"What?"

"I said 'Not There!'"

Mask stopped cooking for a moment, took off their pink chef apron, and went to the stairs as well. "Weird, I always put them here for Christmas,"

"I'll go check the chest in you and Nick's room," Nea marched up the stairs, and on her way down the corridor, she knocked on the bathroom door, "Nick, are you ready for the party?"

"It's in 5 hours, Nea!" Nick shouted from the shower.

Nea chuckled to herself as she continued to their room. Nick and Mask's room was essentially cut down the middle, one side was Nick's the other was Mask's. Mask had the right side.

Nea crouched down in front of the chest at the foot of Mask's bed, surely enough... the stuff for the Christmas tree wasn't there. She did, however, see a picture of Mask with a married couple. The couple was holding a baby, who liked a lot like-

"NEA! SOMEONE AT THE DOOR WANTS YOU!" Mask called from downstairs.

Nea threw the photo back into the chest, and slammed it shut. "Everyone wants me, ask anyone at the bar," she joked to herself. (btw, Nea is not yet 21 at the this time yet)

Nea came downstairs and saw a trio who she recognized all too well. "Hey Guys!"

"Nea! How've you been?" One of them, the Indian girl, said.

Mask leaned into the living room from the kitchen, "Oh, It's Nea's friends! How have you been?"

A southern sounding man with dirty blonde hair and a beard answered, "We've been doing well. We just finished a new song."

Nick came downstairs. "Who are they?"

"These are my band mates for The Butcher Killers. Meet Zak, Ryan, and Clementine. Vocals, Drummer, and Bass respectively."

"They're actually really good. You should listen to Momma of Mayhem, it's my favorite." Mask went back to cooking.

"That song was my favorite to write." Zak, an asian man with short, back hair.

"Way to dry your hair," Nea comments to Nick.

"Way to invite people over FIVE HOURS before the party," Nick scoffed.

"Actually," Clementine, usually just Clem for short, argued, "We're here to pick her up for the concert,"

"You're gonna go watch a concert on Christmas Eve?"

"No, that's stupid" Zak chuckled, "We're performing live!"

"WHAAAT!?" Nea yelled.

"Merry Christmas, Nea," Ryan said, he leaned over and pecked her on the cheek.

The band loudly huddled together to celebrate.

"QUIET!" Mask yelled.

Nea was quick to bring everyone down, "Come on, let's go." Nea snagged her van's keys off the counter and her group hurried to the door.