krampus 🌷 tracob

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Eleven Days 'Til Christmas - A Demon Slapped My Ass Last Night.

Troye's pov

Waking up, I tell myself it was just some weird, twisted dream. The red marks on my bum prove otherwise though. I jump into my silkiest of clothes as soon as I wake up and rub lotion on my cheeks, wincing at the burning sensation. 

What The Fuck Happened Last Night.

I also woke to find my night light now working again along with my phone and laptop. That thing must have somehow shut them off last night. 

Anyway, for once, it was barely manageable to get a peep out of me all day. I hid in my bedroom, was quiet at dinner, and didn't even go out with Allie today. To say the least, everyone is worried. Both Sage, Tyde, and Mum came in my room today to ask if I was okay and if I needed to talk. With a shrug and rolling of the eyes, I shooed them away and told them to sod off. I don't want to talk to them. I don't want to talk to anyone.

Allie blew up my mobile, spamming me with messages and calls asking if I was okay. She even sent me playlists of her favourite music to try and 'cheer me up'. I wasn't fucking sad, I'm confused. Around eight pm I eventually answered her Facetime calls. 

Her worried features spread across my screen.

"Troye? You okay?" She questions through furrowed brows.

I sigh and nod, "I'm fine."

She sighs in relief and turns away from her mobile camera.

"Ah, he's back to being a distant dick, he's fine Mum!" She shouts to her mother.

I hear the assuring voice of her mother go 'oh, I'm so glad!' I roll my eyes and flip over on my stomach, kicking my legs up in the air. 

"So... why are you acting so off today? What's going on?" She questions.

I huff, "It's nothing, Allie, god forbid I be quiet for a day."

She nods with wide eyes, "Yeah. God forbid you do."

"You're Troye Sivan, you only stay quiet when something is bothering you." She adds.

"That's not true," I try to lie to her, alas, I am a terrible liar. My voice gets a weird pitch and my cheeks go red, obviously giving me away. 

She frowns a bit, "Come on, Tro, you know I'm just worried."

Staring down at the floor I was spanked on last night, I gulp down my nerves and nod.

"Alright, you have to promise not to laugh or anything." I mutter, my eyes not daring to stare at her expression through my mobile.

"Alright."

"I think a demon slapped my ass last night."

"A legit demon."

"Like in the flesh, an actual demon, slapping my ass-"

"Troye, you know I'm spiritual, don't make fun like that." She interrupts, making me look over at her and frown.

"I wish I were making fun, Allie. I'm serious." I whisper as if it were a dirty secret. (Maybe it is.)

She drops her head in her hand, sighing, "You're gonna have to tell me everything..."

...

"Krampus."

"Krampus spanked you last night." She finally answers me after doing her research.

I give her a funny look, "The fuck is a Krampus?"

"Who, you mean. Who is Krampus? He's the demon of Christmas that goes around and tortures the naughty kids. It's said that he's half goat, half demon... Wicked." She explains almost in disbelief, staring at her computer screen with a toothy grin. She obviously enjoys this way too much.

"Sounds fake," I reply nonchalantly to which she scoffs and glares at me.

"Well, then what the fuck do you think happened? Some kid dressed as a demon and broke into your house last night to spank you? Really Troye?" She inquires in a snippy tone, taking me back a few steps.

"I don't know Allie. I'll think about it, I gotta go."

"What's there to think abou-"

I end the call, cutting her off and tossing my phone to the other side of my bed. I've had enough tonight. Rolling over onto my side, my lights already shut off, I sigh and stare out into my cold, dark room. 

Part of me, a part I try to bury in the back of my mind, wishes, hopes for the demon to show up again tonight, teach me another lesson. Part of me is disappointed when he never does. Part of me is relieved. 

I fall asleep cuddled into my many silky blankets thinking of boys and a demon that fucking slapped my ass.

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a/n: i have come to inform you that my very first tweet on my first twitter account was in fact 'mm grape juice fuck me up'. i was nine years old.... who let me on the internet smh (that's back when i used to make mud pies and throw shovels at boys fffff)

nighty night munchkins, see ya in the next chapter xx