Sammy's eyes shot open. She swung open her cabinet door and hopped down, looking around. She spotted Benny sitting on the counter, still sleeping. She crept over to him and... "LOAFIE WAKE UP!" He jumped, surprised by Sammy's screaming. "Hm...?" He mumbled, still half asleep. "It's Christmas Eve, loafie! Come on, come on we gotta wake dad up!" She said whilst pulling his arm. He sighed quietly and hopped off the counter into Sammy's arms. She helped him down and placed him on the floor. "Alright, follow me." She tip-toed upstairs, with Benny walking behind her. They got to Stanley and Fred's room after dramatically walking there. Sammy acted like she was in some spy movie, Benny just followed her lead, like he always does. She slowly walked over to the bed, climbed up on it, and began jumping. "DAD, DAD, WAKE UP!!" She yelled. Stanley sat up quickly due to surprise. Benny just sat on the floor and watched. "WHAT IS IT, SAMUEL? IT'S 6 IN THE MORNING." He shouted in surprise. "IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE!" She grinned. "Of course it is." He groaned. "WE GOTTA MAKE PLANS, DAD! FOR TOMORROW! COME ONNNN-" She attempted to drag him out of the bed, but that only worked on Benny. Stanley rolled over and began fake snoring. "UGHHH DON'T GO BACK TO BED!" Sammy got aggravated with her father. She heard Fred giggling quietly, "I KNOW YOU TWO ARE AWAKE!" She stomped her feet. Stanley snored louder. She groaned. "Benny, tell them to wake up." He nodded and walked over to the bed. Sammy helped him get on there considering he was quite short. Benny began whacking his dad's face with his spoon and fork, as if his face were the drums. "Alright, alright I'm up." Stanley laughed and grabbed Benny's hands. "Get off me, and I'll go downstairs." He ruffled Benny's hair, "why don't you two go bug the others? I'm sure they'd be delighted to be woken up." He sighed. "Good idea! C'mon, loafie." Sammy said while running out the door as Benny followed her. "Crazy kids..." Stanley muttered and smiled. "Gotta love 'em." Fred said and got out of bed. Sammy practically kicked Sketchbook and Tracey's door down while screaming "WAKEY WAKEY!!! IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE!"
To her surprise, Sketchbook was already awake. She was laying on her bed, drawing in her sketchpad. "Go away, Sammy. Tracey's trying to sleep." She sighed, tired. "Why you up so early?" She asked. "I heard you screaming, and couldn't fall back asleep." Sketchbook continued drawing. "Huh. Doesn't Tracey have her own bed?" Sammy asked, curiously. "We were cuddling, now go away." Sketchbook was too tired to even lie. They were cuddling last night, Sketchbook felt safer that way. "So does that mean you two are in love?" A slight blush crept up on Sketchbook's face, "what makes you think that?"
"Shrignold told me special one's cuddle." Sammy shrugged and began walking out the door with Benny. "That darn butterfly." Sketchbook sighed and continued drawing. Sammy continued to wake up everyone in the house. Larry wouldn't budge though, he was an incredibly heavy sleeper. Shrignold shooed her out of the room before she could wake Larry up. "Eh, this'll do." Sammy grinned, proud of herself for waking practically the whole house up.
~time skip~
Fred and Stanley were flipping through their cook-book together, trying to figure out what to make for tomorrow's Christmas dinner. Shrignold was sitting on the couch, contemplating life. He never really understood Christmas. He nearly jumped when he heard Larry running down stairs, "TIS THE SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS FALALALALALALA~" He sang loudly, for everyone to hear. Shrignold giggled quietly, which made Larry grin. "At least Shriggy thinks I'm funny." He sighed and patted his head. "Act your age, Larry." Tony wasn't in the best mood. The truth is, he wasn't too fond of Christmas. "Cmon, Tony. Don't be grumpy!" Colin was helping Tracey set up the tree. "This is all a waste of time. We could be doing something a lot more productive right now." He crossed his arms. "Get into the Christmas spirit! Here, I have an idea." Colin stood there for a few seconds, and soon enough; 'Baby it's cold outside' began playing loudly. "WILL YOU CUT THAT RACKET, COLIN?!" Tony shouted. "WHAT? CAN'T HEAR YA." Colin grinned, and continued to decorate the tree. Tracey laughed, she got along with Colin well. They both liked the idea of digital things and electricity. Larry smirked and began singing along to the lyrics. Colin did the same. "I don't have time for this.." Tony began stomping towards the front door. "OH, I WOULDN'T LEAVE IF I WERE YOU. TONY, BABY...IT'S QUITE COLD OUTSIDE!~" Colin yelled, Larry bursted out laughing. Tony, not too fond of the joking; grabbed his coat and stormed outside. He slammed the door behind him. Larry and Colin died of laughter. "I don't get why he hates Christmas so much." Sketchbook sighed. She was decorating Christmas sweaters for everyone. "He's just a big grump." Sammy said as she waddled over to Sketch. "Watcha doin'?" She asked. "Making Christmas sweaters." She replied, hot gluing stars onto what looked like Larry's sweater. "I'm almost done with all of them!" Sketchbook grinned, proud of herself. "Where's mine?!" Sammy asked, eager to see it. "Right here!" She showed Sammy a pretty green sweater with all kinds of patterns on it. Sammy clapped her hands gleefully. "It's so pretty!" She gasped and hugged Sketchbook. "Aw, glad you like it." She smiled. Sketchbook was like a big sister to Sammy, she loved her very much. "ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP!" The creativity teacher shouted as she gently placed Sammy on the floor, "YOU ALL ARE GOING TO WEAR THESE SWEATERS THAT I PUT SO MUCH WORK IN...WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT." She began throwing the sweaters at the teachers, when she was done with that, she slipped her sweater on over her paint covered clothes. Shrignold pulled the sweater off his face and looked it up and down. It was decorated with hearts, clouds and stars. "What are the stars for?" He asked. "To indicate your relationship with Larry, duh." She grinned. Shrignold's face turned red, "w-what do you mean-?" He muttered. Colin looked over at Tracey and smirked. He then made a heart out of his hands and pointed to the flustered butterfly. Tracey laughed quietly at the action. Larry just shrugged and pulled his sweater over his head. "It's very...um- cozy." He said. "Good!" Sketchbook smiled. Larry sighed, he was bored. Stanley was in the kitchen so he couldn't smuggle his beer without being stabbed with a fork. Fred didn't really care, nor did Benny. He knew that Sammy would tattle tale on him though. He went over to Shrignold and sat next to him. "Shriggy, I'm bored." He whined. Shrignold sighed, "why are you complaining to me?"
"Because you're my friend."
"Go bug Colin."
"Was that a pun?" Larry giggled, "oh, shut up Larry." He crossed his arms. Larry laid his head on the butterfly's shoulder. "I'm bored." He said again. Shrignold just ignored him. Larry smirked, having an idea to satisfy his boredness. "Pssst, hey Shriggy." He whispered. "What?" He said in an annoyed tone. "We should kiss." The white haired flirt whispered. Shrignold looked down, trying to hide his incredibly red face, "oh, piss off Larry." He pushed him away. "Oh, c'mon we did the other night." He shrugged, still talking in a quiet tone. "Wh-" He paused, shocked. Shrignold grabbed Larry's arm and pulled him up the stairs and into his room. "Larry, please don't tell me you remember that night."
"I wasn't that drunk, of course I remembered."
"I-"
"Yeah, I know you have a crush on me. And so does the whole house; it's obvious." He shrugged. The butterfly just sat there. "And the truth is, I have a massive crush on you too." He grabbed Shrignold, hugging him. "So...please be my special one?"
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Haha cliffhanger, I'm so hilarious. Uh, hope you enjoyed the goofy chapter, I'll make a new part to it soon probably. Remember, you can keep giving me suggestions and stuff because I have no ideas whatsoever. It's ideal that you put a plot in the suggestion but eh 😼 btw happy thanksgiving. (if you celebrate it 😨) anyway love you nerds <3 xoxo
