Before we start, please keep in mind that this story takes place in Minecraft.
This is my entry for Radish's Kik Comps (A Radish Christmas)
Tag:
Radishologist
Rocknrebel44
ThomasPaul61This takes place between AMS and TFOM.
Heads up: This is over 3000 words long.
K enjoy!
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Todd (not Todd from AMS)
"Todd, honey! Dinner's ready!" A feminine voice called from downstairs.
Honestly, I don't wanna eat, not this time.
I just shrugged mentally. Guess I don't really have a choice, do I?
I put my black hoodie back on and walked towards the door.
When I did, Christmas ornaments lined the brick walls. I walked down the oak floor and saw a model of Bethlehem, with a child in a manger. I can also see lights dot the walls.
I see Dad has decorated the house.
When I walked down the stairs, I turned at the window to see the snow flooding the stone road. I'm not surprised. Of course it's winter! What do I have to expect?
I reached the dining room. A large, rectangular table and six chairs made of spruce loomed ahead. Three of the chairs where occupied by Mom, Dad, and my younger brother. On the wall is a painting of Queen Elizabeth II.
"C'mon honey. Sit down," Mom offered me. I sat immediately.
Later on, I saw two of my siblings occupy two of the seats.
Then we ate supper. It's not my favorite ever, but hey! You got food!
"Uh... Mom? Can I get some sugar, please?" Tommy casually asked.
"Sure thing, honey!" Mom answered.
Well, this is the type of conversation you hear on the dining table. At least, in my case.
We casually finished supper. After that, it's my least favorite part of the day: washing dishes. I mean, c'mon! I'm a victim of extreme laziness!
Before people could even remind me of dishes, I immediately jumped straight into the kitchen. Well, not literally, but I just went.
As I scrubbed the dirt off the plate, a voice called out, "Hey!"
From what I heard, it sounded feminine.
"Psst! Over here!" It called again.
I finally saw someone calling me. I widened my eyes and gasped internally.
Wait, hold on. An elf is calling me?! I thought elves aren't real?
But instead, an elf that's kinda dressed in all black was sitting on the top of the counter. How come I have not noticed that?
"Psst! Hi!"
I literally stopped, "Uh..."
"Merry Christmas, mate!" She greeted.
"Uh... Who are you?"
"Name's Rebel! Now, follow me, Todd!"
Wait, what the Nether is this? She already knew my name?!
"Hold on! I'm still supposed to do dishes!" I said, though I hated saying that.
I could hear the elf sigh, then she snapped her fingers.
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