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Chapter 4

A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait! I don't have any excuses except for; I forgot ;-; I am sorry. But anyway! You still have a nightmare after you but you're in North's workshop, so you should be safe! right?

Credit to the owner of the gif (also yes, it's the same gif as the last chapter. oops)

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It was another busy day at the workshop in the North. Yeti's hurrying to create toys, copying the ice structure their boss has made for reference. While elves are running about, trying to be useful. Usually, on a busy day like this, the big guy in charge will be in his office, creating more toys for the children of the world. Striving to create bigger and better toys. But today is different.

As North, otherwise known as Santa Claus, decide to go around the workshop to check on the production of said toys the yetis are creating. Leaving the office empty. Until a couple of elves decided to be 'useful'.

As the leader of the little elve gang gives the 'all clear', the group quickly rush towards the closed office door. As the elves look up, stump on how to get in. Until one of the elves suggest they get a chair to reach it. With a jiggle of bells, the elves quickly go out and grab a chair. All six elves working together to pull or push the chair to their destination.

Despite how noisy the action is, with bells ringing loudly and the chair legs scraping against the ground. No one came by to investigate. The elf leader climbs up on the chair, having help from the other elves, and jumps up to the door handle. Where he can open the door. Once the door is wide open, the elves rush inside. Reaching their goal.

There, on the wooden crave desk where a detail and well crave train tracks made of ice lay. Right in front of a big window, giving a view of the snowy landscape outside. The sun shines in, lighting up the room. Along with a plate of cookies. The elves bells jiggle with glee as the elves run towards the table, using the chair behind the desk as leverage to get themselves up.

As the elves cheer their leader for thinking of such a plan, they dive in to eat the cookies. While the seventh member of the gang catches up. The poor small elf isn't as fast as the other elves and is much smaller than them. Resulting in the poor elf being left behind. As the elf makes it to the room, entering through the open door, he quickly - as quickly as he can -crosses the room. Going to the chair behind the desk so he may get on the table. Yet as he jumps up, he can't reach the chair and being so small, none of the elves could hear his soft bell jingling for help. Huffing, the small elf looks for another way up.

With a small high pitch jiggle from the small elf bell that sits above his head on the red hood he wears, like every other elf. The small elf crosses the floor and reaches for a bookshelf, yet the shelves hold various things besides books. For example, one shelf is holding a fruit cake on a clear cake holder! As the elf climbs up the self, using items on it to help boost himself up, the elf finally reaches the level where he plans to jump onto the table.

Yet the small elf is exhausted from his climb. So, the elf reaches out. Leaning his hand against a smooth surface as he may regain his breath. But as the elf push all his weight into his hand, the smooth surface moves. The elf jumps back in time, realising his mistake. He watches the snow globe fall down the shelve. Hitting the ground.

The elves on the table freeze as they hear the ball hit the ground. Scared that their boss will come in and find them eating his cookies. Yet as their pause, waiting for something to happen. Nothing does. The elves on the table share a look. Confuse on what is happening. The leader steps forward to look over the edge to glance at the globe.

The others stay, afraid of what may occur. As the elf leader looks down. Watching as the snow globe slowly roll towards the desk. Stopping as it hits the stool seat. With a sigh of relief, the elf leader turns back to the others. With a smile on his face as he tries to tell the others there's nothing to worry.