Timothy woke early on Christmas morning, to the sound of snow pattering against his window. He pushed back his duvet with haste and excitement, hoping with all of him that Santa has managed to make it on time. After he had jumped from his bed, he grabbed his dressing gown managing to rip the pocket on the door handle. Throwing open his door causing a crash, his parents stirring in bed at four in the morning. (Dude chill, go back to bed and sleep for another twelve hours. Too much effort for four in the morning.) Almost falling down the stairs in the rush to get there, to see the presents Santa had given him this year. Instead of the usual rush of joy he would get at seeing the tree, this year his face fell and disappointment stood there. No presents, no footprints of snow, no eaten cookies, no drank milk. Everything was the same as the night before.
Timothy rubbed his eyes, this had to be a bad dream. "Wake up, wake up, wake up." He mumbled to himself before taking his hands away from his eyes with new found hope. Hope that was crushed when he found himself still in this nightmare. The same scene was there before his very eyes. Santa had not come has he had for every year previous Timothy stood there eyes turning misty as he took in the reality of what had happened. He stood there, leaning against the door frame in an attempt to not fall over, before finally hearing his parents coming, groans and moans came from the stairs. Timothy took a deep breathe before he went into the room just to make sure they weren't hidden anywhere not in sight. His parents came into the room ready to open their own presents but still grumbling about being woken this early. (Parents have the right idea.) However, instead of their son sitting there happily opening his presents from Saint Nick he was throwing everything and anything he could out of the way and the child kind of looked like a psycho.
"Timmy what the hell are you doing? Your presents are under the tree." His Dad said pointing towards the tree before realising that there was nothing there, except dust. His mouth dropped open in shock. How are there no presents? Timothy's Dad then tapped his mother, who was still looking at their son like why the hell are you like this. After Timothy's father had had gotten Timothy's mothers attention, she too looked under tree in shock. There should be presents, we've all been good this year. (Have you though.) Timothy was still tearing his way through the room, even starting to move furniture instead of just looking near, or under it. His parents stuck looking at thee tree in confusion and horror, before finally moving out of the room to grab a coffee. (Why though? That stuffs horrible. Have a hot chocolate instead.) Timothy on the other hand was beginning to give up hoping that there were any presents at all.
What did we do so wrong that we didn't deserve any presents. And that's when Timothy decided to go to the North Pole, even though it's a lot of effort and would take a long time, so we're gonna use a time skip blast.
Time skip blast
(So we are now in the North Pole on the same day that this awful writing has occurred because we're in story world I can make anything happen.) Anyways, Santa's elves were walking towards the Frozen Springs that could be used to wash away anything, even blood. The knives they carried were covered with the blood of the King of the North, and the reindeer's muzzles covered in blood also. However, instead of a single shred of guilt being in the air there was only satisfaction and smugness from both species. Small footprints of blood flooded the corridors, til it seemed there was no more room for them to be made. The group reached the Frozen Springs, still having huge grins on their faces, and reached down with their knives to wash away the blood that drowned them.
Timothy had reached the North Pole, (Kid run away from this place.) and was marching towards the small entrance to a cave that was slightly open to escape from the cold.(Convenient. Sorry if that's spellings wrong, I'm really tired.)
He walked inside and quickly rrealised that this wasn't your ordinary cave. (How many caves have you been in kid?) This cave was decorated with Christmas trees, wrapping paper, glittering lights, but also with small droplets and footprints of blood. A sense of unease filled Timothy seeing the blood, as would fill any person without a proper explanation. Instead of turning away and going home like a normal human would, Timothy decided to investigate further and follow the tunnel down into the beckoning warmth, to see if there were any elves that would be able to explain the clatter in the entrance to their home. (This kids an idiot.)
Reaching the end of the tunnel which was around, fifteen metres until, he saw a cosy fire and marble floors in his vision. Timothy ran forward towards the fire in an attempt to get warm, but that wasn't the only thing in the room.
As Timothy was warming his hands against the amber warmth in the corner of his eye he saw red, assuming it was Santa he turned with questions burning in his eyes, but the questions of where the presents for him were, failed to come to his mouth when he not only saw the crimson of Santa's suit but also the crimson of fresh blood. surrounding Santa. (I told you to run Kid.)
Timothy's eyes began to burn with tears, and then he stood determined to find some elves to explain what happened to good old Saint Nick, and who's going to deliver the presents now. (This kid needs to stop being so focused on his presents, SANTA WAS JUST MURDERED AND YOU SAW THE BODY.)
After this all occurred, Timothy finally figured out that it was the elves and reindeers that murdered Santa and he somehow managed to get them arrested, even though it was the North Pole. This is why we believe that Santa doesn't exist. Merry Christmas everyone, even though its a day late. Sorry for that. Have a great start to the new year as well.
