A/N so I really enjoyed writing the last one so I thought I would write another. Please enjoy. This one may be shorter than the last but that's because I'm writing it at *checks watch* 11:20 PM. Oh it's not even that late. Plus this will all probably be in third person.
No ones PoV
It was a hectic and chaotic Christmas at the iplier mansion (let's be honest, it was basically like every other day but with more festive hatred). Chef screaming at everyone to 'get out of his safe space (the kitchen), Wilford already as drunk as a sailor, king of the squirrels trying to smuggle his 'subjects' into the house to stop them from freezing, the Jim's trying to interview anyone and everything, of course good old bing was out in the snow trying to skateboard, in the living area was Google who, despite his best efforts, was being dragged to judge a drinking contest between the great and wonderful Wilford Warfstache and poor Dr. Iplier who would much rather be diagnosing people of a severe case of the rare disease, death.
And amidst all this was the Host. Who was desperately trying to contact you, yes you at home. He had called you oh so many times and was starting to worry something bad had happened. Had you been in a crash on the icy roads? Had you been robbed and beaten in the street? He didn't know. As he tried one last time to call you, he began to panic more, his narrating getting louder and louder, his eyes bleeding profusely at the thought of losing you. None of the egos realised.
You answered your phone. Thank god. You had been out with some friends and had just got home. When Host asked you if he could come to your house for a couple hours, you weren't at all surprised. You could hear all the commotion in the background.
Of course, being the good friend you were, you let Host come over for as long as he wanted to. You knew how hard spending any holiday with the iplier's was, nether mind Christmas.
As Host arrived you offered him some (F/H/D) (favourite hot drink) and he gladly accepted. For the next five hours you and Host spent the time watching films, short Christmas stories and drinking lots of (F/H/D). It was the most enjoyable Christmas ever experienced by both you and Host.
And to all you at home, wether you are reading this at Christmas or not, or even if you don't celebrate Christmas. Have a wonderful, joyous day.
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One shots of the ipliers and the septiceyes
Fanfiction⚠️WARNING⚠️ a lot of swears probably, because its my book and I tend to swear a lot. A really shitty one shot book that will not have regular updates and really bad story lines. Feedback is appreciated and requests are also a big help. If you have...
