Lost in Mustafu: A Christmas Special

Chapter 4: Y/n Meets Broccoli

*Third Person POV*

Y/n came to a sudden stop, as his watch continued to home in on the source of Christmas Spirit. Comet stopped short behind him, coming to a similarly sharp stop.

"Here," Y/n said, "He's in there."

He pointed towards a nearby house, which seemed no different than any other house on the street. In fact, nothing seemed out of place on this street.

Definitely not a place where someone who kidnapped Santa would be hanging out.

"Whatever," Y/n snapped out of his thoughts, waving his hand as if to wave them away, "Comet, get me up onto that roof."

Y/n leapt up onto Comet's back, as they took off back into the sky. They turned sharply and dropped back down, landing on the roof of the house. Y/n slipped off and onto the roof, nearly losing his footing on the snow-covered roof.

"Woah," He exclaimed, "Definitely not as easy as Dad makes it seem."

He looked right and left, before noticing a small chimney on the side of the building. He looked down it and placed his hands on either side, sighing.

"Oh god," He breathed, "Alright, how did Dad say to do this again? 'Just close your eyes and step inside.' Okay, here I go."

Y/n took his own advice and closed his eyes, before placing one foot in the chimney. The second foot followed, and Y/n felt the chimney squeeze around his body as he fell through the tight space. When he finally opened his eyes again, he was sitting in the living room of the house, his jacket now covered in soot.

"Wow, easier than it looks," He noted, fixing his jacket, "Alright, let's find Dad and go."

*Y/n POV*

I raised my watch to my face and saw that the red dot was somewhere in the house, down the hallway. I followed its lead, remaining as silent as possible.

I slowly walked down the hallway, finding it much easier to walk in the dark than I thought. I quickly approached the source of the spirit, one of the bedrooms.

"What is this?" I asked quietly, "Why would Dad be in there?"

I reached out and turned the doorknob, slowly pushing the door open. I walked inside and slowly shut the door behind me, sure to be as quiet as possible.

Looking around, I saw no sign of Dad anywhere. Instead, there was a small green-haired boy in the bed, what the watch said was the source of the spirit.

"Oh no, why didn't I think of this?" I whispered furiously, "Of course it would track Izuku Midoriya! He's the biggest believer in the world!"

"Uhh..."

I slowly turned around and came face to face with Izuku Midoriya, who I knew from his last 15 years of letters. He was about to scream, before I waved my arms frantically.

"Wait wait wait!" I said, "Please! I'm Y/n Claus, Santa's son! I need your help!"

His eyes went wide and then his mouth opened slowly, before his eyes rolled and he fell back in his bed, knocked out.

"I hate to do this..." I said, grabbing his body, "But I got no choice this time!"