Prompt: Special Present
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It's most certainly below 40 degrees, small flakes of snow drifting through the air and settling on frosted leaves to prove the point. Havve waited patiently on his porch, a small metal tin resting in his exposed and pink hands that most likely had cookies. They were supposed to be going to Sung's for a party, but Meouch was fucking late and he wasn't having it.
He stood there's for another 5 minutes, resembling a futuristic yet intimidating statue that wanted to give you holiday treats. After his body temperature dropped into the negatives, Havve watched as Meouch's poor excuse for a car rolled through a giant ice puddle, and into his driveway. Meouch popped his head out the open drivers window, honking the horn despite Havve being right in front of him.
" Yo! Get in, we're late! Sung said he had a surprise for us!" Meouch hollered, his mane catching unfortunate snowflakes that never reached the ground. Havve pulled his hood around his neck and walked over to the car, tapping on the passenger window. Phobos was sleeping in it, so Havve happily gave him a silent middle finger before hopping in the back seat.
" What you took you so long?" Havve signed at Meouch in the middle view mirror,the tin of cookies now sitting in his lap. " This fuckwit couldn't decide on a jacket and Dan didn't tell me he was in New Jersey for the week" he lion explained, gesturing to Phobos at the 'fuckwit' part. Havve shrugged, his hands moving to make another message. " You know what Sung's up to?"
" Nope. Better be eggnog though," Meouch said bluntly. " Lets find out"
And before Havve could safely put on his seatbelt, Meouch had them flying out of the drive way and onto the busy roads.
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Sung gasped for air, his hands grabbing at the knife now lodged in his chest in a desperate attempt to remove it.
The floor underneath him was becoming more and more soaked with blood with each passing second. The purposely ugly Christmas sweater he had worn to make his friends gag in disgust had long gashes in it where he had tried to dodge the relentless attacks, but failed.
A heavy foot rested on his chest, drawing his attention away from the his chest wound to look up. A horrible Santa mask stared right back at him, the slightest trace of dried poor evident around the eyes and rosy cheeks. Maybe the dried blood was what was staining the rosy cheeks a chilly pink color.
" Merry fucking Christmas and eat a dick, space face" the evil Santa spat, pulling the weapon out of Sung's chest with the sickening sound of flesh tearing.
Sung gasped as the same foot that rested on his chest smashed down onto it, his ribs trying to handle the pressure but failing. Another yet harder stomp successfully broke the bones like someone would snap a pencil after a few tries of wearing it down. " P-please, s-s-stop" Sung begged, trying to get up but held down so easily.
" Ho ho ho, fucker"
Sung felt a quick and prickling pain run through his body, before everything suddenly stopped
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As soon as Meouch's foot was pulled away from the gas pedal and the vehicle came to a sudden halt in Sung's yard, Havve stumbled out with a queasy grunt. He kneeled on the ground, holding his stomach with one and and his face with the other. Phobos punched Meouch's shoulder before exiting the death trap on wheels as well.
" Wow! We got here in record time! Holy fuck, what a rush!" Meouch exclaimed, adrenaline making him oblivious to the fact that he could have killed all three of the at the very least. Phobos patted Havve's back as he stood on shaky legs, possibly broken cookies clutched to his chest like a child. They all made their way up Sung's icy steps, all his Christmas lights off for now.
Meouch knocked on the door harshly, each time making Havve think it would leave a dent in the wood.
No body came.
He tried the door bell, a cheery Christmas jingle emitting from the cold button.
Nothing.
Phobos shoved Meouch aside, and turned the knob slowly. It was unlocked, which was more or less like Sung. He was probably expecting them and decided to leave it open whenever they showed up...
Yeah, totally what happened.
Phobos opened the door which allowed Meouch to barge in, fists clenched in anticipation and worry. Havve was also worried, especially of the lack of sound and movement that was usually Sung. The heater was turned off, making the house colder than it should have been considering the dropping temperature outside.
" Ugh, do you guys smell that?," Meouch asked, his nose scrunching up in disgust. " The...irony smell?" Phobos turned to Havve and his hands moved to sign one, simple word.
Blood
Meouch hopped over the couch and grimaced at the carpet. " Guys, um...Was Sung planning on painting soon?"
There were large pools of crimson a few feet away from the couch that started in heavy stains that thinned out, much like someone dragging a paintbrush across a canvas. The trail transitioned from the carpeted living room to the hard wood of the dining room, which had been changed to accommodate Sung's crowning holiday jewel; his Christmas tree.
They all reluctantly followed the mess, concern turning to fear and regret in their chests. Across from the dining table, the tree had been given it's own space, lights shining proudly in the dark of the home. Orange,silver,yellow and red ornaments hung in the gaps of the branches, reflecting the twinkling lights that accompanied them.
and underneath the tree was five wrapped presents.
The one with golden lions, was Meouch's,
Sparkly red wrapping paper with a golden bow atop it's lid meant it was Phobos's,
Havve got the long one with robots in Christmas hats
And the final one was Sung's, pastel yellow wrapping paper decorated with traffic cones from a kids book.
The fifth one was the largest of them all, messily wrapped with black,snowy wrapping paper. It looked as if someone had purchased a mannequin and tried to keep it's unmanageable plastic in place as they threw festive paper across it.
A red and green envelope sat atop the giant gift, the only color that belonged to it.
Havve took the envelope with shaky hands, noticing the stained spot it was hiding. Blood was seeping from the gift, giving off an unbearably strong smell. As Havve opened the holiday letter, Meouch hooked a finger on an edge of the wrapping before tearing it diagonally.
They all felt sick to their stomachs at the sight of Sung's freshly killed body, the knife still buried deep within his heart. Phobos was already dialing 911 as Meouch covered his mouth, not knowing whether to yell, cry or vomit.
Havve clutched the letter, fingers tearing at the horrible note that was left to them
"Happy Holidays. Enjoy!"
"-Santa"
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Hope you didn't put this past me
