A Very Haunted Christmas

Day Two

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Drake woke up from a very odd dream which consisted of Armen and Herobrine chasing him with shoe horns and pie, to the sound of a horn being honked in the hallway.

"Come on guys!" He heard Armen yell from outside the door. "It's winter funtime and I'm not going to go out there alone!"

Drake grumbled, and got out of the bed Armen had lent him. There were like, fifteen bedrooms, each with an attached bathroom.

He got dressed quickly in a teal snowman top and black pants, and went downstairs.

Armen was busy in the kitchen making pancakes shaped like snowmen.

Herobrine was there as well, leaning against the wall, poking at the pancake on a plate he was holding.

"What is this stuff?" He grumbled, glaring at it skeptically. "Back in the Nether, we preferred to eat the souls of those we vanquished on the holidays."

"Well..." Drake trailed. "You can always.... go back...." He tried for an innocent smile, but it came out as more of a grimace.

"Nah, I like watching you panic." Herobrine grinned. "It's quite amusing."

Drake nodded awkwardly, the grin-grimace still plastered on his face.

"Yeah...." He muttered. "Amusing.." Then dove into the kitchen with Armen.

"Armen, why are you doing this to me?!" He hissed, glancing back at the dining room.

Armen turned around, and shoved a plate with a pancake on it into his hands. "Because it's in the Christmas spirit." He rolled his eyes, drizzling some syrup on Drake's pancake as he did. "No one deserves to be alone on the holidays. Besides, Herobrine's kinda right..." He smirked, pushing Drake towards the dining room. "It is kinda funny to see you panic." Before promptly slamming the door in Drake's face.

Drake sighed, and sat down at the table, which was decorated with wreathes and mistletoe and such. He shoved a piece of pancake into his mouth and started chewing roughly.

The room was awkwardly silent, the only two members Herobrine and Drake, choosing not to speak to each other, the faint trace of Armen whistling Jingle Bells emitting from the now closed kitchen door.

Drake glanced down at his plate, staring at his snowman, which had now lost a chunk of it's top hat, and glanced up only when he heard a faint "Wheee!" As Grayson slid down the banister of the stairs.

"Come on, Luke, you gotta try it!" He called.

"Ugh... I'd rather not..." Luke's voice stated, before a yelp, as another sliding sound signified Mia shoving him down.

Drake glanced over to find Luke splatting on the ground, facefirst.

Another sudden squeak and a laugh told Drake Mia was sliding down, and.... Ouch.... Right on top of Luke.

"Uh...." Mia giggled nervously. "Oops."

"That was not fun at all!" Luke gasped, standing up while spitting out a bunch of carpet.

"Well it wasn't my fault you didn't get out of the way earlier!" Mia pouted.

"YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE BANISTER!" Luke screeched angrily, before realizing Drake was watching all of them.

All three of them quickly grew silent, and quietly walked over to the table.

"So..." Grayson said. "How are the pancakes..."