I'm Not Bad?

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TW: Hell, People and Animatronics wanting various people and originations to go to hell, mentioned/ described child abuse, gaslighting of a child.

December 24, 2017 would be a day Bubba would never forget.

Even if he didn't know that yet.

He was doing his usual Santa Bubba routine, when he noticed something.

A small girl sat in the corner. Apparently, her name was Rosie.

He had heard alot of things about Rosie. Mostly, about this Foundation, and how 'everyone there should go and burn in the Inferno, Toy Freddy's words, not his.

Still, he had a gift for her. A box from her mother. He didn't know the contents, all that he knew was that it was apparently very fragile.

And so, he approached the ten year old girl.

She hesitantly looked up at him as he knelt down to her.

Bubba had heard how she had never liked Santa, even when she was little. So, he didn't intend on saying much.

All he did was silently slide the box over to her.

He winced at the sheer panic and fear in her eyes.

"S-sir...I-i...I don't think that's for me..." She said.

"Why? Why not?" He asked.

"...I...I....I don't think I d-deserve a present."

"....Huh? I...what?" He asked, genuinely confused. Usually, whenever someone said a present wasn't for them, it wasn't about them not deserving it.

"I-i don't deserve it, sir...I-i...I accidentally broke a cup...I-i...I-i played on a laptop that belonged to Freddy instead of me...I-i...I made a mess eating breakfast...I-i...I forgot to unload the dishwasher until someone pointed it out to me...a-and...I...I wasn't punished for any of that."

"I...what!?" He said, incredulous. "Why would you deserve punishment for any of that!? I think that's ridiculous."

"I-it isn't, sir." She said. "Anomalies like me deserve punishment...we always have, we always do. No human has regular wings....humans get presents...anomalies dont."

...Whoever taught that girl that she deserved Punishment, should go to hell.  But that was besides the point.

He shook his head. "Take it. I insist."

She sighed. "...if you insist, sir." She said, before unwrapping her present and gasping.

Out of it, popped a orange kitten, with a little note tied to his collar.

'Hi, my name is Sunny, and I already love you!'

And that, was how Bubba made Rosie's first ever Christmas outside of the Foundation, her best Christmas ever.

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