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Christmas Special! Part 1

(I wrote this on call, with my friend)

Me and Nug are sitting on the couch, both drinking hot chocolate with Christmas decorations adorning our house and a hallmark movie on the TV. I take in this nice moment of peace, after everything with Nugget and Evil Max, things have calmed down and me and Nug can live a normal life. We sit watching the movie for a little bit, making jabs at the acting and cinematography, before I see a familiar face on screen. It's a sexually charged exchange between Rich Nugget and Nugget... didn't know they were actors. "Woah, did you know that? Did Nugget ever mention being an actor?," I ask Nug. "Not explicitly, just said he used to do some gigs for money to buy some more marijuana," he responds. "Cool, so this movie stars two dead people then? Unless Rich Nugget evaded death once more, but he was pretty crushed back there," I say, calling back to a week ago, when he fell into a meat grinder. "Oh yeah, meat grinder is what they call me," Nug says, sticking his tongue out like his freaky self. My expression turns solemn, "I'm gonna touch you buddy, watch out." We can barely keep a straight face as we both starting laughing, and I swear I can see rich nugget looking at us on the screen, but movies don't do that, only my tv can talk to me. We go back and forth for an hour until the movie is at its climax, a scene where they should be confessing, but every time it cuts over to Rich Nugget, there's nobody there, but Nugget still talks like he is there. "That's... creepy, why would they leave that in? Is this secretly a horror movie?," I question the tv. "Sorry man, I don't really know, it seems somebody is missing," says my tv. I get up and walk to the kitchen, maybe I'm just tripping balls right now? I go to the cabinet looking for some pills my doctor told me to take, said they help with flashes. Ever since I quit heroine I've been having them and... "Mama, a girl behind you," I hear Nug's fearful voice say. "What?," I say, confused at his choice of words. "Rich Nugget! He's... It's... gone," he mumbles, the fear leaving his voice. "What happened? Can you please say it normally?," I say, still wondering why he called me mama... "So Rich Nugget was behind you, but he just started to fade and I just, I don't know..." he says, his voice trailing off as he returns to the couch. I follow behind him and hold him on my lap. "Hey, everything's fine, don't worry, the doctor said your hallucinations aren't harmful so there's nothing to be scared of," I say, in reference to his recent diagnosis... you guys have missed a lot, I roll my eyes. "Why'd you roll your eyes?," Nug asks. Oh he doesn't get it... "nothing you need to worry about, just for the viewers," I say. "Viewers?... you told me you quit YouTube, are you recording me right now?" He says, looking around the room for a camera. Oh sweet innocent Nug, you have a lot to learn. Before he can question me any more, Rich nug appears on the tv, staring at us. "It appears you have somebody who'd like to talk to you," the tv says, before turning its volume up. "Hello Nug and Max," Rich Nug says, this might be the first time I've heard his voice. "As you already know, I'm dead, and if you keep this up, so will you," he says ominously. "Keep what up, living a happy life?," I ask him, feeling like he's trying to expose something. "Keep hiding things from each other," he says, giving us each a damning glare. "I'm not, hiding anything..." I mumble, before Nug shoots me an accusatory glance. "Are you lying to me?," Nug asks me. I don't say anything, scared of him finding out. He tries to talk, but he suddenly disappears, and before I know it, I'm somewhere else.